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  forged path
Posted by: Venus - January 05, 2018, 04:41:47 PM - Replies (1)

Lightning crackled across the sky, lights flashed following the sound as it threatens to spill rain any minute now. Chocolate orbs gazed upward to the sky, black nose wiggled as it inhales deeply to take in the humid air in hopes to capture any particular scents. It was different from her home. Trees grew sparse in the area with grass that reached under her stomach. She was new to the area but has traveled so far to see more and do more. With no one else in sight, she released a deep sigh and allowed her muscles to slouch as she relaxed for a moment. Stiff limbs remained still while Venus observed the area carefully. The creatures that roamed the land did not seem to mind the weather nor the predator that stood at a distance.

Her gaze flicked in their direction as she watched with hungry eyes, wanting to leap in and grab a meal, but it would rain soon and uncertainty began to weigh down on her decision. A droplet that fell from the sky plopped right on her nose, she blinked a few times then shook her head before glancing upward. It began to rain. A groan escaped her lips, “Of course this would happen…” The weather made the decision for her, she would make an attempt to hunt before she called it a day. The herd of deer stood down the hill from her position, the rain disguised her scent, making it difficult for them to decent her. Now would be her time to strike. Venus moved slowly, her body hunched low to position herself closely; she paused a few time when they became suspicious of their surrounding but they made no attempts to leave.

The pink tongue flicked out from her maw, smacking against her lips and muzzle. She grew impatient. A low growl rumbled in her throat, one paw hovering over the ground and her eyes locked on to the fattest one. All she needed was a signal. The female’s body remained locked in her position; muscles began to ache but she kept still for as long as possible just waiting. Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky once more, startling the herd to flee the area with the brown wolf now chasing after them. Her legs pumped hard against the wet ground to shake after the fleeing herd with the intent of taking down at least one of them. Her target suddenly sprinted away from the herd, forcing Venus to make a sharp turn in pursuit of it with her maw parted open just slightly. She flung herself forward, claws quickly attaching itself to the deer’s leg and bringing it down.

It was a struggle at first. The deer merely escaped her clutches had she not reacted so quickly. Her jaw clamped around its legging, biting down hard to prevent it from fleeing her grasp. She made her move for its jugular, closing her maw around it to close the airway slowly. The deer trashed and screamed, but it fell silent soon enough with no other movement coming from it. It was a successful hunt for the female.

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  Headway [Sphinx]
Posted by: Ashtaroth - January 04, 2018, 09:10:43 PM - Replies (6)




   She can't help herself.
   She has wandered Oukoku-Kai so extensively, with her sister or alone. There are mechanics in her head, and mud on her feet, that keeps her sliding forward. Their Rite of Passage is overdue, after Thetis's hissy fit, and although she escaped relatively unscathed, she still feels betrayed. All her rebellion against Scheherazade, and now she thinks it may be the best thing for her. Ashtaroth never wanted to be a Slaver, ever since she assigned one of her siblings to the role, saw Tovelo's expression when she mused that Hanna had left. Virra vacated, the war was lost, and all she wants...
   The girl isn't interested in seeing the slaves, really. She was an acting force upon Leocor, and hasn't acknowledged one since. Ashtar isn't a compassionate woman, and she is too engrossed in Gigantea to mingle with the heathens. No, she is here because she knows she should not be-- because she is a child of a god, pampered in puppyhood, now unattended. Desperate for attention, but so very bright.
   The Youth pokes her nose at the discarded, rotten remains of a meal once fought for. She doesn't attempt to conceal her presence, or so much as turn to the sound of footsteps until addressed. Nonchalant, like she was expecting as much.
   She wants a bond, and an Officer can be a powerful ally.



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  flee the storm
Posted by: Owl - January 04, 2018, 07:12:22 PM - Replies (1)



They didn't stop running until the Jungle was far behind them. He knew better than to run East, towards Tortuga and familiar faces. Raikov would sell them back to Saboro in a heartbeat, and there would be nothing Zuriel could do to stop it. Another painful jolt burned the young male's heart. He had abandoned so much today. His family, his friends, the sovereignty he had loyally followed for so long. He had always been an empathetic soul, to the point of it hurting, as Bane knew so well. But there was no time to mourn his losses: he had a mission to accomplish. When he and Artemisia had finally come to a stop, far North of the lands he was familiar with, he turned to her, chest heaving. She was not the company he would have expected to keep in an escape attempt. The Hawkeye: the King's most loyal.

Settling onto the ground, practically groaning with relief at the reduction of pressure on his injured foreleg, he rested his head on his paws, eyes half-closing. He didn't fully relax. He knew better than to do that. Artemisia was practically a stranger, and he had no real reason to trust her. She was just as much a traitor as he was: both crooked to the core. She had helped him though, had she not? If she'd meant to harm him, surely she would have done so by now? Watching her closely with sun-orange eyes, he kept his silence for a few moments longer, before finally breaking it.

"Why did you run?" He questioned, his expression cold and still. "You and Crenate... I always thought..." What did he think? That she had been loyal to him, above all others? Saboro certainly had a funny sort of loyalty. He was a prime example of that, and truly he was in no place to interrogate her. He did his best to make his voice sound curious, rather than accusatory. He swallowed the bile that burned at the back of his throat, and tilted his head.

"Where will you go now?" Had she a mission of her own? Or had she simply wanted to flee, to pursue other ends to her life?


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  It's funny, isn't it...[Sveyn]
Posted by: Yseult - January 04, 2018, 04:53:38 AM - Replies (2)



There are times when the universe tends to catch you by surprise. Just when you thought you lost something, or someone, the universe turns it right back around in your face, as if it were all just a practical joke made to psych you out, like the universe suddenly crying out "April Fools!". Sometimes, it isn't as quick. There are times where the joke is drawn out, stretched so thin that it no longer takes on the semblance of a joke, but rather, a sorrowful truth.

A she-wolf sat in the open, shoulders hunched, allowing her thick fur to fluff up around her face, shielding her from the winter breeze. The smallest of flakes were undulating down, ushering in the beginnings of winter. Sea-foam eyes gazed ahead, yet saw nothing. Her mind was far off beyond this time, unconcerned with the images of reality. This was a woman who had been played by the joke, a joke that had stretched nearly to the truth. All those moons ago, she thought she had truly lost her family, her home. She had grown cynical over the years, her loneliness doing nothing to ease her wounded spirit. She had hardened, closing herself off from others, only granting those who were worthy passage into the fortress she set up for herself. You could count the number of worthy individuals on one hand.

Psych. Bacchus wasn't gone.

It was never gone.

Ah, if only the universe had provided the delivery of the joke sooner, instead of finding the humor in letting her struggle. But, perhaps she should be thankful that the delivery had come at all.

Truth be told, she was thankful. Beyond thankful, even. Just a few moons ago, she never fathomed the return of her pack, yet here it stood, growing stronger as each day passed by. They were still quite small, but she could feel the sparks igniting, working to shroud the darkness in the light of a blazing fire. Bacchus would be great once again, just as she remembered it from her childhood...and one thing that would ensure the pack's survival, was new life.

She had been given a task she never thought she'd have to bear, not in her wildest dreams. It was never a role she imagined herself in, or pined for, but must see through to the end. For Bacchus, born anew.

How funny this all was.
ooc: Liquid timing before Sveyn leaves on his trip.

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  a little unsteady
Posted by: seir - January 03, 2018, 09:27:26 PM - Replies (1)

                                                                     This place was unsettling.

The people were kind enough - inviting the Alteronians into their home, offering food and drink, welcoming them to be merry like old friends. The fact they had invaded to raid a seemingly abandoned settlement was either forgotten or overlooked. Perhaps the fermented fruit had something to do with the fact.

They were kind - perhaps that was why they were unsettled.

They sat on the perimeter, a red eyed phantom on the outskirts looking in. An untouched cup rested innocently beside them, a farce of 'participation'. A bonfire had been built up and it flamed high into the sky, casting long shadows against the ground of the dancing Geminites. They remained out of reach, simply watching. The rest of their group had scattered, perhaps raiding as they had intended when they first arrived, perhaps partaking in the bounty readily offered. They didn’t know.

Another reason to be unsettled - left alone, surrounded by strangers, in an unfamiliar land with little to no instructions.

A scent drifts across the wind, familiar enough to make their bones ache, and their head snaps around to stare off into the foggy grasslands -

They are not here.

A deep breathe, but the scent is gone again. Reason number three to be unsettled. And again, a little sadder-

They are not here.
                                                                     

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  Still Alive
Posted by: Krimson - January 03, 2018, 07:22:45 PM - Replies (8)



Not far enough.

Not yet.

Not yet.

It was never far enough.

How long has she been running?
Krimson never stopped moving, only to rest and find something meager to eat, which only served the purpose of providing her with enough energy to keep going. Even then, she never really had a direction. Were those marshes still there?

No. Not there. Too many memories.

It was there she was cast off like nothing, abandoned... and where she met him. So further, she had further to go before she found some sort of salvation.

While she was out, she couldn't appreciate it until she knew they couldn't find her. Until she knew that there wasn't a chance she could be dragged back there. If she did, she would die. One way or another she could not stay there. Too painful, too dark... she needed to find herself again. Find what it meant to be alive, to appreciate being alive. For him. Krimson couldn't do it there. Saboro smothered the life out of her, strangled her until she couldn't breathe. Still she could feel its dark tendrils from the darkness, reaching out to drag her back in. It was all she dreamed about, before Saboro's gaping maw slammed down on her.

Before her was a lot of open land, and the red wolf crouched in some brush... not that it helped camouflage her anyway, not even at twilight. She saw something in the distance, smelled... water? Or it was at least something salty. She couldn't tell. She would make a run for that... structure... hill? Wall? It was a landmark. Another rest stop. She would run until she found the ends of the earth if she had to. If she found nothing there, she would slink back into the mountains. Either way, the further north she went, the more the temperature dropped. She hadn't felt cold air for a long time.

Her tongue lolled from her mouth as she panted, not really in exhaustion... but stress. Her red eyes were wild as the glanced behind her. No one. She hoped her eyes didn't betray her. Even if she still thought she saw his light grey coat (always at the corner of her vision, these days). Her muscles coiled before she took off in a dead run, her eyes on the length of stone in the far distance. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't care. All she needed was some shelter, a place to lay low so she could think. Was anywhere safe?

It was definitely stone, she remembered thinking as she gained ground.

That was until the stench of many wolves hit her, she passed it.

Krimson dug her heels in and skidded to a halt sending cold earth flying around her. "Shitshitshit" she hissed softly as she back peddled and then her shaky legs gave 'way and buckled beneath her, truly panting now. Was she within the border? Or safely outside it?

She tried to stand, and her legs shook, before her belly hit the ground. Krimson's heart pounded against her ribcage, she was stuck... she over did it -- and now she was in the open. Vulnerable.

"You fucking fool."

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  snake eyes [Oriana]
Posted by: Sincate - January 03, 2018, 05:03:04 AM - Replies (1)






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Traversing lands so strange was not easy, and Sincate wondered how much time had passed since they snuck through the undergrowth of Saboro. The stench of the jungle was far from them now, the giant volcano a dot in the distance as the ocean breeze fluttered through their fur. Nose had never smelled the sting of salt nor had they ever experienced a biome that wasn’t anything other than humid and damp. The cold that swept past the mountains and into the valleys had felt surreal. Thick fur around their neck keeping them warm through the odd days of travel.

The sky had gathered clouds above, looking ominous and dark as they slowly crawled by. Sincate could almost taste the moisture, wondering if rain would drip down at any moment. They were annoyed that they would need to find some kind of shelter, an instinct screaming that moisture with cold was not a healthy combination, but as they searched the terrain for a nice hole to settle into, something caught their eye.

A white flake fluttered down, landing on the ground to dissolve into the dirt. Sincate moved their head up to watch as thousands of these flakes came down in droves. For the longest time, the Fledgling did not move, they watched as the landscape transformed. When they decided to finally move, they shook the snow from their pelt and padded forward, feeling the crunch of each step. Snow had never been within Sincate’s vocabulary, let alone seeing the substance before — the cold was confusing.

Their paws weren’t the only to crunch against the white substance, and once they realized they weren’t alone, Sincate snarled, turning to face whoever was behind. A figure they never expected to see, nor prepared to. The yearling wasn’t sure how to feel, what to feel other than anger and hatred. “You.” they growled, tongue gliding over teeth. “And where the fuck were you when we needed you.

You abandoned us.

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  friend of the family (kokipa)
Posted by: Eidith (RP) - January 02, 2018, 08:05:10 PM - Replies (3)

She had been watching the bird for the past few minutes. Her eyes would narrow every time it cleaned its impressive feathers, for such an activity would be pointless in just a few seconds. The spotted dire hybrid threw herself at the bird, expertly grabbing it by the neck before it could fully take off. Edie had learned not to hesitate for too long the hard way, by going hungry for five consecutive days before she had fully learned to hunt for herself. Now, she made a point of expertly catching her own prey for the sheer fun of it. This was not to say she wasn't a big eater. She always ate whatever she caught, for food was too good to be wasted. Especially in Alteron.

It was early evening, the shadows cast by the trees growing darker as Edie walked deeper into the forest, prey hanging from her jaws. She mostly kept herself to herself nowadays, in these shadows and away from her siblings. She felt at odds with them already, deeming herself much too good for their antics or what they aspired to be. Of course, they were still family and, even though it was a stretch to say she still loved them, she certainly was pleased with how her littermates were expanding their horizons and carrying the family name with pride. 

The hybrid settled down and began to tear at her kill. Her ear twitched with irritation as her family refused to leave her mind, as it was custom in Alteron to find your own place in this world and not depend on your family too much. Although Edie had taken steps to gain some independence, it would always be nice to maintain contact. After all, contacts could get you places in today's Alteron. 

For the moment, however, she ate alone. Her spotted coat gleamed in the fading evening light, making her stand out to any passerby.

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  A Gift From The Earth [event]
Posted by: Nation of Bacchus - January 02, 2018, 03:22:10 PM - Replies (10)





bacchus
event
Night held the territory in its cold embrace, wrapping its arms around the pack that rested gently. Tonight, something would happen. Something wonderful. The Southern Valley was cleared, finally. The Cemetery was built. New life had been born just days before, on the start of a new year, and had been moved from dams to their new caretakers.

A crack, a gurgle.

Thunder from deep within the earth. First, those who were awake may have believed it to be just a rumble from the Sea of Souls - but several miles passed between this event and the lake. Here, a valley, a small gulley - prepared to change itself for the better. With a rumble, it sank into the earth, crumbling down as hot steam filled the air. Cracks in the earth grew and filled with water that lapped at the snow and melted it, eating away at the snow and dividing the mostly flat area. Heat sizzled from the hot springs as they broke from the earth and settled as the pack slept.

Morning came now, with its slightly-warmer rays of sunlight hitting on the new springs.



Anyone may post - the New Year's Party will be timed the evening of this thread.




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  There's no good, just the bad and the ugly [Rannoch/Vto]
Posted by: Vtoleni - January 02, 2018, 01:32:32 AM - Replies (7)

He was less than impressed with the group he had been paired with for this expedition.  He had worked with a few of them before, and one of them he had even stolen when she was a child.  They traveled together for the first few nights, Rannoch keeping to himself, listening to the oddities that the others spat out at each other as they traveled.  The veteran kept his distance from them all - as best he could anyway.

He slept away from the rest, turning his head from the snores and the late night chatter.  He wanted to stay focused on the objective, but it was hard to when there was so much noise from the others, particularly the loudmouth female.  He grumbled low to himself, before getting up and walking a few more meters away, and situating himself down onto the ground again.

All he wanted was peace and quiet - but something told him he would not find it anywhere on this trip.

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