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burnt pages [WoS]

Posted by: Asra - May 08, 2019, 10:22:08 PM - Replies (5)

The clouds coalesced in thick blackness against the sky. No, Asra thought to himself, not clouds. Ilya came to the same realization belatedly and Asra could feel the nervousness rolling off his mate’s body in waves. He was surprised he couldn’t hear his teeth chattering in his jaws, but the fellow followed Asra with no complaint, just a long ling of endless worried narrative about the size of the fire that was ahead of it. It was against an animal’s instincts to head towards danger, at least that was the conventional knowledge passed about, but they both knew that if their help was needed, they must go there. The wind was in their favor and Ilya would follow the fox no matter what lay before them.

They smelled others first. The sweat of their paws pressed into the dirt. It was a unified scent, all similar from diet and lifestyle.

“Smells like, er…” Ilya started.

“Wolves.”

“A lot of them. I’m all for offering my services in the healing arts but uh, should we really be walking into this blindly?”

Asra rolled his shoulders. They would take a different route towards the fire. There was only so much information they could glean with their eyes. Running into wolves could be a blessing in disguise. They could help one another. He liked to think positively. After all, they were civilized creatures. The fox trotted forth, backtracking in his path slightly and moving closer to the black smoke, even as the trees began to thin, the cover they offered to the pair quickly retracting into nothingness.

“Keep your head low, Ilya,” the fox said. The legged creature immediately crouched as much as he could manage, much to Asra’s amusement, “but move quickly.”

“Tch. Alright.”

A dry flat opened before them and in their line of sight was a copse of trees that had already been blackened with flame. Embers glowed from deep within their skeletal frames. Many trees were in the process of collapsing. The stench of wolves was everywhere. Asra’s ears flicked back. Something wasn’t right here. They should leave. It would have been nice to commit action to his thoughts but before he could do much else Ilya yelped and bounced back; they had been spotted and a great black creature barreled towards them.

Asra stood his ground, eyes on the approaching monster, failing to notice Ilya’s inciting scramble for cover.

@Bea

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Oh, you're bad enough to me [Kaiju/Crow]

Posted by: Crow - May 08, 2019, 01:52:16 AM - Replies (1)

There was some sense of familiarity in this forest, as if she had existed here once before, in a past life. The dirt felt solid under her feet, slight dampness only noticeable when she dug her claws in. Perhaps her old bones had rotted here long ago, perhaps they had turned to soil and grow into grass and fed the deer that fed her mother and father.

It was soothing, somehow, to know that if she disintegrated on this spot right now, eventually she would end up right back where she was. Time was infinite. If only she had a way to spend it.

But there was something else familiar here. She had recognized the scent of her father, although she hadn't thought much of it at first. So he was here too, drawn back to his old bones just as she was. She didn't really care to hear his life story, but it made sense to touch base with the one other being she had a connection to here, as frail as that thread may be.

She tracked the scent to its source, not deigning to introduce herself when she finally reached her target. They each knew who the other was. It didn't matter. This was just a courtesy call to let him know she was alive, even after he'd left her for dead.

No hard feelings, dad.

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Our Lady of Sorrows [War of Secrets; Sarissa, Ashtaroth]

Posted by: Miasma - May 07, 2019, 10:32:52 PM - Replies (2)

  She's giddy with violence, prancing through the ashen dust of her homeland. She smells death, and roses, and absolute ecstasy. Every few seconds she glances for Sarissa-- her sickening sweet, queen of hearts, the only rose that has ever mattered.

  "Scheherazade!" the girl calls, hackles high as her morale. "Rosa Gigantea! Oh, my Rosa!" She giggles over the words, and every time she meets Sarissa's eyes. "I summon you, Scheherazade!"

  There is no answer. There never was.

  Miasma searches the fires and reflections of water from the rose garden that scion so loved. "White Rose, summon name Scheherazade. Inherited Gigantea from her father, son of my father..." Smoke blots out the colours of the sunset, but the blaze of the forest maze is unperturbed. She has a taste for family, now, and she is starving. "Come out, Anamelech!" The name of a god is not to be taken lightly-- but neither is murder. Neither should the thorn-sharp Sword by her side. "Come, Scheherazade, and meet the girl you couldn't kill!"

Come now, cousin. Die for her.
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If heaven’s grief brings hell’s rain

Posted by: Iorek - May 06, 2019, 02:30:57 PM - Replies (4)

It's uphill for oddities
The stranger crusaders
Ain't ever wannabes
The weird and the novelties
Don't ever change
We wanted everything, wanted everything

      The beast roamed around in lands, searching for something to add to his collection of shiny objects. He was already well-adorned with jewelry himself, a dragon pendant on a thick cord hung from his neck, his mane was adorned with tarnished silver and gold trinkets, and a bracelet woven with red and pearl beads. A large -- for wolves and other similarly-sized creatures -- satchel clinked as he moved. A pair of birds with dark plumage flew ahead of him, a magpie and a raven. The birds saw something in the distance and immediately dived down to meet with the hybrid feline.

      Burnt! Burnt! The amethyst-eyed raven squawked as she landed on the chocolate and cream hybrid's shoulder.

      What do you mean? the brindled creature asked but the birds took off and he had no choice but to follow them and see what they meant.

      Iorek came across an abandoned village and the sight of the burned huts brought bile to his throat. Just the sign of humanity brought the memory of the caravan of wolves falling with human arrows in their sides and the archer of his village aiming in arrow at his face. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go before he smelled them or they came back.

      But the scarlet-eyed scavenger knew any humans were long gone since the village was burned to crisp. But that didn't mean there was nothing to scavenge from the burnt buildings and the ashes. Bones, metal, precious stones would fare better than there wooden and skin compatriots. And he could use more treasures.

      The crimson-eyed cat picked his way through the rubble, searching for anything that would catch his eye. Hermes perched on his back, keeping watch from the beast's shoulders while Brynn flew ahead.

OOC:
For Fox's Asharya! Please note that your character cannot understand Brynn's and by extension, Hermes's, speech unless your character can understand bird speech like Iorek (also description of the birds are in his profile). Note for Silver: Set before Iorek joins Gemini

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There's No Room in This Hell, There's No Room in the Next [Kaiju]

Posted by: Miasma - May 05, 2019, 12:33:56 AM - No Replies

Twigs, still soft and new (pliable as puppies) splinter to give her the green inside, sweet marrow from the bone. Tear out the meat in strips, tie them end to end until it's something of a string. She could make jewellry from it. Maybe a leash. This is the closest to peace Miasma has had-- would ever want. A creek babbles nearby, a short divergence from one of the many rivers that cross and cradle Alteron. When the wind is right, she can smell the roses where her love lives. Sometimes she sees her father slinking through the shadows. Ink hasn't been seen since Oukoku-Kai, and her sisters are probably dead in the dirt-- like that muskrat she'll dig up soon enough. Of all the assorted bones and body parts Miasma owns, those of her littermates are what she most covets.

She may yet have the chance to collect.

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[WoS] Blood Hunter

Posted by: Sarissa - May 03, 2019, 08:24:22 PM - Replies (6)

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The sun glowed orange under the black smoke that rose for miles into the sky, blanketing the valley in ash and dust. The familiar smell of charcoal and blood had washed over the sword, skin dancing with delight as she felt her body ripple with excitement. She had been a little girl on the battlefield, dancing between torn bodies and slimy innards. She had watched as the Dragon threw a lantern of flame at the so-called Gods and they had writhed in pain as any mortal creature. Sarissa had been so intrigued and fascinated by these Gods of Death Valley.

The Gods of Oukoku-Kai.

Sarissa waded through the smoke, the haze made breathing hard and visibility almost to nothing. She could only see several feet in front of her. This was irritating, but the sword kept herself alert and ready to fight if need be. She was itching to taste blood and to feel pain. The dogs of Gods would worm under Alteron's thumb and it would be Sarissa to wield what was given to her. The blood of the dragon they feared and the ferocity of an old Queen. She sought to unhinge these worthless followers of fake Gods. Their prophecy would come true.

A disturbance in the air made the sword pause, ears pulling forward and eyes widening despite the burn. There was someone approaching, someone possibly from the opposite side. Sarissa paused to see if they were friend or foe, hoping it was the latter and she could have some fun. Tail rose as she felt them gain ground and a low growl emitted from her throat. When she found the stranger wasn't of Alteron or Saboro, the girl would grin. "Ah, what do we have here~?" she cooed, wondering if they would answer her.

Have you come to play with me?

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Rosam quae meruit ferat

Posted by: Carbine - May 03, 2019, 03:50:30 PM - Replies (1)

Devil, devil
Clever devil, devil
How quickly they do sell their souls
For the feast and the promise of gold
But devil, that won't be me

      Carbine padded through the territory once again, set on exploring parts she had yet to see. She padded through the shallower section of the river, taking a moment to dry off and fix her fur before she left. She had little to fear from her own territory and stuck to paths that were well-traveled by the Alteron members. She held her head high as she walked through the kingdom, being the daughter of the Chariot gave her a bit of an ego. She would be the first out of siblings to make it this far and she wanted to make a good impression. The silver scion was already growing into a lovely specimen.

      The forest-eyed daughter was ever so polite when she made her way through the hollow. She had learned much from her "teachers" and knew not to make enemies if she could avoid it. But being nice to others would get her something in return; a shred of loyalty was better than nothing. But nothing was very interesting in the hollow so the Progeny continued onwards.

      The tri-colored female saw something red that caught her interest and she headed in that direction. She found a garden of roses and other assorted plants. The scents were pleasing to her and she admired the beautiful scenery. She had spent much of her time in the dense forests and the garden held more beauty than she had ever seen in one place.

      The monochrome maiden's gaze was pulled back to the roses. Such beauty with thorns that would draw blood from anyone unwise enough to try to pull the flower away. How fitting for many aspects of Alteron, including Carbine herself. She learned to keep herself guarded and never let anyone close to her again. She learned that if she wanted to never feel weak again, she too should grow thorns.

      Such a beauty but wise enough to grow thorns to keep others away.

OOC:
I'm rusty with Carbine, please forgive. For Telana!

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Original Prankster [Brielle]

Posted by: Lorcan - May 03, 2019, 02:24:07 PM - No Replies

A little brown mouse scurries through the dirt, nosing at flowers and digging in assorted stones. It takes a sliver of lapis lazuli in its overgrown teeth and skitters out again. Outside, Lorcan is on his stomach, waiting. "Find anything?" he questions, eyes not straying from his position as lookout for the den's owner. When the mouse presents the stone, his eyes narrow. "Don't get us caught trying to impress me." Still, he smirks, not entirely displeased. Companions have their uses, he supposes.

Movement in the distance draws his attention, too far to be more than a tan and blue wolfish shape. "Stash that somewhere, would you, Coaxoch?" he casts, standing to greet company while the mouse takes off into the brush behind him. The Riverine smiles politely as she approaches, feathers flexing in a bit of compensation for how decorated their newly inducted craftswoman is. "Brielle, great to see you." His sparse earrings catch the light when he nods, looking her over. "Settling in alright?"

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dear diary, i believe i'm a good person [vorpal]

Posted by: Rosmarinus - May 03, 2019, 02:08:48 PM - Replies (1)

@DustyForgotten

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Humidity, it was to be expected as Alteron slowly trudged into spring, and everyday was threatened with rain showers, but Ross was one more rain shower away from having a full blown conniption. That was, until his mother pointed out very recently that all those pretty flowers that he sometimes loved to put in his hair were all growing thanks to these frequent showers. Ugh, he'd just have to put up with it.

But having frizzy locks and looking like the local swiffer duster was not on his list of things to be remembered by, so stepped out the den after a NEARLY four hour long regime of trying to get his locks to lay as flat as possible the pup groaned and had to relent that mother nature was only half beating him, as his fringe began to curl up as he met the warm air, nose wrinkling at the smell of wet dirt and green eyes scanning over the dense fog. The usual sight to be greeted with most days and this one looked particularly happy to stay around the whole day.

The pup frowned. "I wish Mother Nature would back off, it's not my fault she's a haggard bitch." He mumbled, a little cuss he'd picked up from somewhere (he wasn't going to tell) besides it wasn't exactly proper for him to be cussing, and if his mother found out he'd be in trouble. "It's not my fault I'm beautiful, like, I can't control that." He went on to whinge with a flip of his fringe, huffing.

He didn't get too far from the den (to be honest it was probably about five to six feet) before he was already trying to fix his hair again, having found a small puddle that would act like a mirror, ears pulled back as he fussed over his hair. "WHY COULDN'T WE HAVE LIVED SOME PLACE WHERE THERE'S ALWAYS SUN?! NO RAIN!!" The boy snapped angrily.

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Little Talks [Belioh]

Posted by: Amando - May 03, 2019, 01:07:50 PM - No Replies

For @Belioh, but any of the puppies from Shatter can pop in.

In the nose, out through the mouth. Cuirass feels too tight-- or maybe that's just his ribs. He's trying to clear his head, the image from behind his eyes, scream out of ears currently swiveled to the sides uncomfortably. He doesn't even know her name, but she couldn't have deserved that. Nobody does. Not even him.

Things like that aren't supposed to happen in Inaria-- that's why he came-- but maybe hell just follows him now. He probably deserves it.

But she didn't.

Amando sits in the soft dirt, closes peridot eyes and hopes it'll help. In the nose, out through the mouth. The healers are helping her now, and even if they can't save the eye, at least her life. At least, before infection sets. Maybe the scenery will clear his head.

What he sees is a child, looking back. He makes his best attempt at a smile. "Hey... How you holdin' up?"

Hopefully, better than he is.

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