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  Jimmy Average Toes[Crux]
Posted by: Lotus - December 01, 2017, 12:49:38 PM - Replies (2)






How loyal were the waves to the shoreline, Lotus wondered as she watched water lap gently at the banks. A cool, dry breeze was blowing in from the north that whispered the promise of change. Lotus wasn't entirely sure she liked change. If she were being entirely honest, Lotus wasn't sure of anything anymore. The rough sound of teeth scraping against hardened tar fills her head as she gnaws at a paw; a futile attempt to clean away the dark mark. It hurt. The boiling tar had been much hotter and far more painful than she had anticipated it being.

Lotus just wanted to forget. She wanted to forget why she was punished. Wanted to forget she'd ever been born to parents who would never truly care about her. Parents who would pick favorites. Not that she blamed Yonina for their parents' choices but it hurt knowing that you weren't good enough to be picked. Not that Lotus wanted to leave the Valley. She just.. she didn't know what she wanted. Heaving a heavy sigh the young girl left her task and pushed herself to her paws. The tar cracked and pinched and she grimaced, wondering if she would ever truly get used to the feeling.

She hummed as she walked along the banks of the lake, the sound soft and mournful. The sodden soil sinking beneath her blackened paws felt a bit better than the hard, unforgiving sandstone found throughout much of Oukoku-kai. The sound of the rippling water was soothing and she could feel herself slowly allowing herself to relax as she listened to the rhythmic slapping of the waves. Or maybe she was just beginning to not care anymore. Either way, Lotus welcomed the relief. 

The sound of someone approaching lifted her gaze from her paws and she blinked deep ruby eyes at them, nonplussed. "Oh, hello Crux." She said softly, making her lips lift into a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Lotus moved to lay down beside the lake, not caring that she'd get dirty or that the water ebbed at her paws and gestured for the older boy to join her. "How have you been?" Lotus hummed. He was interesting and yet aloof to the point where Lotus wanted to pick his brain apart. Perhaps she would have been more captivated by him had she not seen her sister's keen fascination the first time they'd met. Lotus had no wish to quarrel with Feizin over something as silly as a boy. Even if he was particularly handsome.






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  cue the outtakes [Alana]
Posted by: Puffin [RP] - December 01, 2017, 01:08:46 AM - No Replies

There was something interesting in the way things had happened. Mercury had been missing since before Puffin had joined Nardir nearly four years ago, Aylie had been in the wind since Alchemilla fell, and Julek's mission in the neutrals had...been extended. Alana had hid it well, but Puffin had known she was worried. Quietly, then distractedly, then fervently. Her decision to take Anika and lead search parties into the neutrals had been a last ditch attempt to find those lost, in a way made Puffin think of a certain hurricane. He'd watched over things while she was gone, hoping for the best.

And then Auklet had shown up, a blast from his past, and it was the beginning of a series of events he had had no way of predicting. Julek returned on his own, Anika found Aylie and Mercury, and just as they returned to Nardir, the earth moved in terrifying ways. The beginning of something indeed. The "what" of it scared him, to tell the truth, but there was nothing for it but to wait and watch. Wait, watch and...talk.

The tricolor dog trotted happily towards the royal den, hoping he might catch Alana before she left for the day. They were both busy people, but sooner or later they needed to slow down and catch up. "Alana!" he called out, poking his nose into her den and looking for her golden pelt. Nope. He turned around, and then jumped when he saw her walking up behind him. "There you are! You got a minute?"

This was...unscheduled. He hoped he wasn't interrupting anything. But he didn't see Julek, so probably not? "If now's a good time, I mean! I just thought we could talk, for a bit. Catch up. I, uh, saw that Mercury and Aylie are back! So your trip went well, I take it?"

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  direkt im Rattenloch [southern valley]
Posted by: Rainer - December 01, 2017, 12:32:27 AM - Replies (8)










































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He had instructed his followers to meet him here to dig out the entrance to the tunnel that led to the Southern Valley - their longtime home for livestock, prey, and other things that required warmer weather. The massive cave-valley was warmed by hot springs that bubbled up to the surface, granting lush plant life to the area and allowing prey creatures to thrive. With that valley closed off, the invaders had no way of entering it and had instead starved slowly in the eternal winter of the Valley.

So, here he was - at the entrance to the tunnel that led to the valley. It had been blocked off by a landslide on the mountains above the entrance, so the interior tunnel was intact. It had taken a bit of investigation to determine this, and still they weren't sure, but they had to clear this away before knowing further damage.

Come, he declared, inspecting the toppled rubble calmly. Be carevul - vee don't want zhis to crumble again. and then he moved forward and upward, nosing about the rock and carefully picking his way up the mound. His plan was this: start from the top, brushing smaller rocks aside and tossing medium-sized ones as far as he could to the side. Larger rocks would need to be dug out and likely rolled or pushed in order to be moved, and that would risk another landslide. They had to be very, very careful in this. Rainer would clear away as much as he could around He would work diligently at this all day if he had to, and deep into the night if he must. Regardless of how many others joined him, this was of key importance. In order to survive, they needed more than a dwarf mammoth herd protected by a massive bull mammoth.

They needed warmth.

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  I spy something...checkered [Auklet]
Posted by: Puffin [RP] - December 01, 2017, 12:01:15 AM - Replies (2)

// liquid timing this to before the earthquake because i'm a god and i do what i want



That day at the border had been SOMETHING. Puffin stared at the harness in his paws, sort of still in shock, sort of in denial. His brother? In Nardir? HERE? He shook his head. It had been years. A lot of years. He still remembered...the old village, his siblings, his parents, the humans, the tents...the wolves. A lifetime ago he'd made some decisions. It was as though it was through another's eyes, now, that he could see his father's disapproving stare. His memory of Auklet was a youthful pup with a mischievous grin, much like his own had been. He'd barely been a year old when his father issued his exile.

And then he'd joined Cyrus' pack, spent years there. Thyme had joined him there, eventually. He'd gone home to visit, once. Things had felt different. He'd felt different. Like home wasn't home anymore, because in his leaving he'd shifted heaven and earth and set his path irrecoverably towards a small island in a wet marsh where he would pass the same judgement his father had passed on him, and fall in love with a wolf...

Funny how things turned out.

He put the harness down. Time passed and people changed, and things could never be as they were, but some things remained fixed points in time and space. Auklet was his brother. He was loud and crazy and ridiculous, but that had never put Puffin at a loss for words before. No, he knew what to say.

Butterflies in his stomach, he set out for the den sites. Auklet! Here! In Nardir! He couldn't help but smile. He couldn't help but grin. Worlds colliding in ways he hadn't thought possible, and only good could come from it. Only good. He thought fiercely of the past as he tracked his brother down, and when he finally spotted Auklet's black and white form against the green, he called out, "Hey! Auklet!" He would trot the rest of the way, tail awag, butterflies growing into sparrows, and fix his brother with a quizzical stare. "Time for us to talk, don't you think? It's been so long! Tell me everything."

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  only dads final destination (open)
Posted by: Eremiel - November 30, 2017, 11:30:47 PM - Replies (1)



Ever since Eremiel had joined Tortuga, years ago, he had found comfort by the side of many waterfalls within their changing territories. Now was not any different, deep within the forests of the pack, the Quartermaster once again silently praised the falling waters for the wonderful white noise they made. The perfect environment to think, to relax, and meditate. One some occasions, he even came here to pray, more often on nights where the stars were not visible in the sky, so being covered by the trees would not mean so much.

Tonight was just a night for thinking, reflecting. The father sat by the falls and listened to their soft roaring, though he did not miss the sound of approaching footsteps. His ears swiveled to the side first, followed by his eyepatched eye and then his seeing one. Once he had sight of whoever came to enjoy the nature with him, he would smile.

"Hello, child-" whoever it was could have been a damn grown adult, but tonight was that kind of night. He was there to teach, to nurture - It was in the core of who he was. "Have you come to enjoy the falls?" he would turn his head away to watch the water again, eye now falling to the soft foam it created by repeatedly mixing with itself. After a few beats of silence, he spoke again,

"There's beauty in simplicity, isn't there? The water falls, it is simple, beautiful. You do not think much of it." he began, glancing back up at his company. "But it is rarely that simple, is it not?" no, it was not. Black and white decisions were hardly ever truly black and white, even the simplest thing had complicated roots.

"Tell me," his voice was gentle, but his eye mischievous, though more playful. "Would you trade your freedom in for safety? To live in simplicity?" he wanted to know what kind of hearts his crew had. There was no wrong answer, of course, not really.


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  sometimes, even the sharpie is not permanent (trout)
Posted by: Eremiel - November 30, 2017, 09:55:18 PM - No Replies


It was very early morning, even by the Quartermaster's standards. He was an early riser even on the worst of days, up with the sun to go through his morning prayers to the stars and sky above him. But today he had woken up with a familiar fatherly worry churning in his stomach, and pushed himself up, albeit groggily, and out of the ship he called his home.

The sun was not even up yet, but he would easily go through the darkness of his familiar territory towards where he knew he could find one of his adopted children. Would she even be awake? Would he be disturbing her new mate? Small, meaningless worries. He reminded himself he had every right to want to speak to her, and evenmoreso during a quiet, chilly morning. It was more private that way, most folks were still asleep, while some just now slipping into slumber. So with his anxiety aside, Eremiel dipped his head at the entrance to Trout's den.

"Sugar?" he called, voice cracking with lack of use from sleep. He cleared it, and tried again. "Trout? Are you awake? Come," he would move away from the entrance, waiting for the girl - Now not so much a little girl at all - to appear in front of him. He smiled, crinkling his eyes which were now uncovered and naked without his eyepatch. One brilliant cyan blue, the other nothing more than a socket.

"We need to talk." he said, I want to help you continued his eyes. He nodded towards the beach, a favourite now for conversations that took too long to get to. He walked there in silence, hoping to get her more awake in the process, but once their feet his sand, he let out a short breath.

"I will not speak to about facing your fears," he started, eyes straight ahead. "Nor will I speak of forgiveness, for that matter. That is none of my business." he forgave many, and some he did not. That was his business, and no one else's. "But whatever is haunting you, you must let it go." he knew exactly what he was talking about, but the vagueness made it simpler, if only for a little.

"You cannot let it fester, or get the best of you, you- Your family, even. Is driven so strongly by impulse," he let out a small chuckle, "It is not always a bad thing. Impulse made a lot possible, it drove us here. But it had also caused so much misery, so much tragedy- Over festered feelings, paranoia - Lack of calculations and so many ghosts. If you let your past haunt you, you will become it, Trout." his eye trailed to her now.

"Speak to me." it was a gentle order, not inviting her to push this talk to a later date.


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  Razors Edge [Kieran]
Posted by: Theron - November 30, 2017, 10:36:02 AM - No Replies

THERON
THERE'S A COLD BREEZE BLOWING
OVER MY SOUL


The hulking dire mix trudged down toward the river’s edge. Thirst drove the recluse out of his seclusion. Theron and his “fellow” Inarians were both content when he remained at the fringes of things. The young wolf’s presence was considered by many to be unnerving and on occasion outright threatening. After all, Dragon had left her mark on this pack. Theron was like an ugly scar, a reminder of the damage dealt. Independent of that, the boy's behavior ranged from innocuous to violent. He was volatile. Even when he was well-behaved, Theron was an awkward and awful conversationalist.

As he reached the river he stepped in, front paws dipping into the shallows. Seemingly unbothered by the chill. He caught the gaze of his own reflection for a moment -- eerie unblinking white eyes, a heavy winter coat of thick mahogany brown fur framed his head in a way that made him look even larger than he already was. His face that was worn and haggard looking despite the fact he was really quite young in the grand scheme of things.

He bent his head to lap at the water, watching pensively as the ripple warped his reflection. His forays into Inaria proper were growing increasingly frequent. Perhaps Theron had simply tired of living his life as a hermit. Perhaps he was lonely.

Perhaps he was just bored.

A quiet rustle caught the large mixbreed dire’s attention and his head snapped up with a low warning growl. A distinct wordless warning not to fuck with him. It was the paranoid habit of a creature who had lived a violent life. Despite Inaria’s relative peace, Theron retained those aggressive impulses even still. It was hard to reprimand anyone who had relied on such for survival, particular when they had no desire to change. His white eyes would flick over the surrounding landscape, ears pricked, as he searched for the source of the sound.


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  mama, you raised a wreck
Posted by: arion - November 30, 2017, 12:35:07 AM - Replies (8)

                                                           It’s quiet in the early morning. The sun is just beginning to rise, creeping oranges and pinks across the sky. The chill permeates the air, frost kissing the petals along the ground, introducing them to the winds of winter. It’s silent - and Saboro claws kiss Inarian soil once again.

He had well and truly lost them, he knows.

Saboro is long behind them. Whatever trackers might have pursued him had long lost the trail. Perhaps when he went over the mountains, or across the desolace. Through the ocean, around miles of forest. Perhaps no one had pursued him at all. Arion wasn't worth anything - a wayward harpy, a once-slave finally free from those who had took him as a child. He had long been forgotten by the world, and to be forgotten by those who had plucked him up from the earth would not be a stretch, or a bad thing.

It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to risk it.

And he knew that they would never be here.

Wadjet was a guiding compass, his true north, and he took her words to heart in the unexplored terrain. There were many things he did not know about the outside world, but the black mamba guided him effortlessly, and as the winds got colder it was with a new sense of fondness that he curled around her in the dark, his thick fur warming her cold blood.

He will not leave her behind. She is his one luxury, and as Arion passes beneath purple tree’s he’d thought he’d never see again, she is snug about his neck, head perched atop his own, almost invisible in the black of his fur. Blue eyes of shifting shades flicker side to side, ears alert, waiting to be noticed. It wouldn’t be long. From what he remembered of the war, they had been quite quick with their defense. But he was not here to fight.

He was here for sanctuary.




[ooc:10/10 ready for some fun with this. recognize him or not, up to you guys! i would like for him to actually be accepted tho so we could plot something later too, i’m down for anything.

also, wadjet is horsefeathers character, I don't know if they've been transferred over yet but she's here and hanging out.]
                                                           

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  get rekt scrubs
Posted by: Gaven - November 29, 2017, 07:55:50 PM - Replies (5)


Ir abelas.”

Gaven pressed his hand on stony bark, his fingers tracing the rough texture, chill against his palm. When he left for Inaria he took something from here. The tree waited impatiently for his return, haunting him like the many other things that trailed in his path. The tree would never betray the things he had stolen to his Queen or Gemini, which made it different from his other victims, and he owed it something for that. The long-dead tree did not respond to his apology, words that many living things had not managed to wretch from the Starreaver, but he felt at ease.

How fun it had been lugging around a decorated rock!  It was high time to free his shoulders of guilt and the literal weight of a sizable stone. A lesson learned in planning his departures with care.

The entrance to the library was piled with snow, built up and toppled into the small shelter. In other libraries this would be considered a disastrous event but Gaven supposed moisture did no damage to history recorded in stone. He slid through the carved opening and quickly stuffed the stone slab back in its place. The inside of the library was black as ever, but his eyes quickly adjusted. He took a moment to consider the rest of the untouched stones before disregarding them with a shrug. Today wouldn’t be wasted on reading. The new camp he made was close to the library he could work through the tablets in his down time.

After visiting the library he headed northward with trouble brewing in his brain. There was one thing everyone needed to know about Gaven: five seconds by himself resulted in immediate, crushing loneliness from which he was desperate to escape. He needed someone to talk to, to bother. He lived his entire life before in his close-knit clan where they did everything together and shared everything. He wasn’t used to solitude. His step quickened when he found a spot where the snow had been crushed down from many little wolf paws walking back and forth on it. It probably went to the castle. He broke into a run when the castle was close enough to hit with an arrow, careful not to trip on slick spots on the path.

He could have snuck into the castle, sticking to the shadows and hoping not to get caught until he could find a broken spot to creep through. That would have been safer. The walls were sheer and slick with ice, but he took a running start at a low one, driving one of his older blades into gaps in the stone to get a grip, and propelled himself upward. It was a low wall, but high enough to give him a view of the courtyard and the paths the wolves took most frequently. The roof wore a thick blanket of untouched snow and he scooped up a handful and packed it into a ball. He snatched up more snow, forming it into many fist size balls, until the roof was almost cleared of excess and he had a pile of ammo sitting out in front of him. The wolves of Gemini were going to learn a thing or two about siege warfare today.

The Starreaver crouched on the roof, waiting for someone to pelt with snow (sans Jonas; he was terrified of that cat), and if they shouted at him they were going to get it twice as bad

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  Stepping Down as Alpha.
Posted by: Jadeth - November 29, 2017, 05:56:10 PM - Replies (7)

Just an OOC announcement ahead of time to say that I'll be stepping down as Alpha & Captain of Tortuga.

This hasn't been an easy decision and it's one that I've been tossing back and forth with since the start of the summer. While I've been an Alpha for a few years now, and as IRL gets busier I'd love to go back to focusing on Tortuga as a member of the pack instead of trying to manage all the plots and plans and getting stressed with it. This doesn't mean I'm leaving Tortuga, I'll still be RPing my characters, just not from an Alpha standpoint! In the next month there'll be establishing plots where Raikov will be stepping down ICly too to make it authentic and smooth.

Bun and Sunblink are the ones in charge now, please direct any Alpha questions and queries toward them! Thank you all so much for the support for those that already knew about this. I appreciate it immensely and I'd like to give props to Bun and Sun who'll be running the show from here on out! <3

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