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Way of the Clans | a traditional AU Warriors RP since 2015

Posted by: Moli - November 21, 2017, 10:29:31 AM - No Replies

What are we? A simple, free-form, plot driven Warrior Cats roleplay. We're based in the forest territories from the original series, and are entirely AU! We have no word count, and no character limits! We encourage traditional names (names that make sense for feral cats to understand, within our low fantasy elements) and creating an exciting story within the Warriors universe!

But I've never read Warriors! We encourage newbies to the canon to come play with us! We've created a welcoming newbie guide meant to encourage new players to the fandom, or those that are simply wondering what all the fuss with cats is about! Think of it as exciting political dynamics and tribal structures, just with cats! No previous knowledge required!

Come check us out today!

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urban explorers discover abandoned village (you won't BELIEVE what they find)

Posted by: Zach - November 21, 2017, 04:48:11 AM - Replies (7)

The area they'd discovered looked like it had potential.

Surveying their darkened surroundings carefully, Zach stood, sharp and silent, feeling a vague sense of satisfaction fill him. The group of six wolves had been travelling together for days, satchels hanging securely from their sides, ready to be used. They'd waded quietly through a thick blanket of fog that evening, searching diligently for minutes, hours, until they finally reached where they stood. The crumbling stone structures scattered before them seemed to suggest they were all manmade, and Zach only knew this because he'd seen ones of similar making before. They were human dens.

And all of them looked abandoned.

Somewhere on the black horizon, the sky rumbled distantly. Feeling a gentle breeze rustle his coat, Zach breathed in the cold night air without pause, the unfamiliar scents around him making the fur on the back of his neck slightly bristle. The thick and roiling fog did not bother him. Neither did the manmade structures in front of them. But there was something about the area that seemed to stir an odd sense of disquiet in him. Zach couldn't place why.

Folding his ears back slightly, the golden male canted a sharp glance towards his group. They were an odd bunch that had been selected for this expedition, the majority of them still mostly yearlings—barring two, of course. Zach flitted his milky and turquoise gaze towards Kokipa and Zasha, considering the two older wolves briefly, indecipherably, before he looked away, flicking his tail.

"Stay sharp," he finally told them all, quietly, skirting along the edges of the foggy encampment, head low, "and keep close."

They'd reviewed their plan of action earlier that day, when it had still been light out, going over it repeatedly until each of them knew exactly what to do. It was a tedious subject at this point, but one could never be too careful. They had people back at home who were expecting them all to return bearing the fruits of their labours. Thus, in order for them to succeed, it was crucial that they all worked together. They would have to stay alert, and proceed with caution.

The golden wolf paused, hesitant for a breath, before the steel in him cooled, and he finally took a step forward, delving deeper into the fog.

Alteron has finally arrived to join the party! As planned, the group are currently unaware that they've stumbled upon Gemini. They just think they've found an abandoned human settlement that they can loot. They've also entered from the lowlands, so they can't see the wall from where they are.

Please let the Alteron group post first. Thank you!

@The Little Imp @waka @Bun @Nova @Apocolips

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Have you believed another gospel?

Posted by: Tibet - November 21, 2017, 02:24:59 AM - Replies (7)

The moon, which his people had named Selene, hung high in the sky like an ominous beacon. Its pale glow reflected in a set of blind emerald eyes.

It was believed to help the pagan zealots scattered beneath it to perform godly acts, to separate the innocent from the guilty damned during court, to bring them all just that much closer to the unearthly power and righteous judgment of their Rosa. Perhaps, should it be kind tonight, it would as well help him find the truly devout, those precious few wolves who deserved one of the highest and holiest honors Oukoku-Kai could bestow upon them. Quite a simple thing, to preach with one side of the mouth, and reveal one's true self with the other. Quite an easy thing, to choose your baser nature over a higher calling. Evil was far more tempting than good.

Tibet would not be tempted. The war, though it shook loose the loyalties of the handful of warriors who had used the opportunity to abandon their vows, had only steeled his resolve to do right by his deities. They'd burned his wise, beautiful Chinensis. They'd forced him into doing... something he wished he could take back, in a part of him that was still weak. They were just like Eschaton; that old anarchic stronghold could have been the face of infidelity. What a thought, that he might have grown up just like them had a certain dark prophet not intervened!

The hellion called to them, screeching birdlike into the dead of the night. He waited serenely for their arrival. And when they showed --

"Tell me why you returned from the isle of glass, brothers and sisters, when you had every chance to flee."

OOC: Quick priest recruitment. Anyone can join save for slaves.

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Don't Wanna Follow Death and All of His Friends [PRP Ayliyra]

Posted by: Pawprint - November 20, 2017, 12:46:40 PM - Replies (15)

[So I inserted that the fungus has healing abilities, so Adolph thinks he's dying, but he's not. I figured Aylie could tell him his leg was getting better and not worse. Can take place during or after the Tendrils thread. Short post.]

Adolph

He had fallen underground. He was sure it was a day ago, but he couldn't tell in the darkness of the cave. Adolph had tried to stand, but his back leg was killing him. The relic had lifted himself up and gasped when he felt wetness on said leg. But when he turned, it wasn't just blood that covered it--it was glowing goop. Adolph looked around him and saw he had fallen into a plot of glowing fungi. He gasped.

"No."

Mushrooms and fungi were almost always fatal to wolves. Usually, one would have to eat them, but with it wrapped around his wounds and glowing, he was sure it was just as deadly. And of all things the relic could think of regarding the ending of his life, fungus poisoning was the last thing on his mind. Adolph dragged himself out the plot and made it about twenty feet before collasping in exhaustion. His leg tingled like pins and needles and he couldn't move it anymore.

Now in the present, the old wolf opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. He was still alive. He couldn't feel his leg. And it was still glowing. Adolph closed his eyes and let out a few whimpering barks, covering his face.

He was scared.

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i find it hard to believe you do anything but jack off and drink

Posted by: Jette - November 20, 2017, 12:44:40 AM - Replies (5)

The past week had easily been more eventful than countless replicas before it.

Getting rip-roaring drunk on fermented fruit had a sneaky tendency to muddle his memory, like a kid sticking their hand in a filthy pond and stirring up old sediment at the murky bottom, but Jette remembered this: waking up with a migraine at the river's final stop. rolling off the log, grumbling curse words, and nudging Acacia awake. realizing with a queer lack of surprise that they'd sailed out of Saboro entirely, totally unawares all the while, regretting it only for Nereid's sake, etching in some sloppy mental to-do list to go find him at earliest convenience. barely managing to establish all that before hell abruptly broke loose in the form of a shy boy he quite liked and a dying deadbeat father who owed him an eye.

He had not once been tempted to try and stop it from happening. When it was over, when interest had been collected and revenge taken, the wolfdog had coaxed Asher into joining he and his lady, for surely the poor lad knew only Saboro, no room left over for knowledge on survival of the untamed neutral grounds... but not before Asher put Kross to one final use. When Jette scavenged the scraps (he could have bullied the kid away, but he did have standards, and this sort of interference violated them), they'd tasted burnt, but not too bad. The fire had destroyed his body, but left the hot meat inside fairly untouched.

Now the boy was in Inaria. It was a good place for him, Jette knew, in a strangely objective way for someone who had gone to war against it. He'd probably like the trees, the air, the kind kings and queens. He'd be okay. Maybe he'd even be happy after a while. Nobody liked to talk about just how healing it could be to fucking slaughter your abuser. To take something that has harmed you and turn it into the benefit of a full stomach. To go from a catatonic, bleeding victim hiding in the brush to a server of one's own brand of justice. Jette was proud of him. He'd be okay.

Now... what of them?

"Luv," called the black beast to his mate, filmy pig's eyes roving around for the familiar gold form. It was a mild sort of day, soft rays of sun slipping through the old-growth canopy above his ghastly head. "Y'there?"

She was, of course. Maybe someone else was as well.

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Dream Girl (tw: gore)

Posted by: Thayle - November 20, 2017, 12:28:33 AM - No Replies

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@Scindere

Dream rp!

The world was bright, everything toned the type of desaturated purple that only came with a sunset on a clear night. The air itself seemed to shimmer, as if you could press your paw into a certain spot and push your way through to somewhere else. Scindere's dreams were often colorful, mystical even, and she so enjoyed her moments in them. The speckled form of the spotted wolf, wavering and shimmering like the air, floated lazily across a field of flowers. She had no obligations, no worries, no fears....just fun and relaxation.

But the dreams never ended the way they began. Upon closer inspection, the flowers were venus flytraps with glistening teeth - they snapped at her toes with malice. In the distance, a black cloud began to form in the sky. She could see lightning flashing. It smelled like rain. It felt like dread.

It always ended this way.

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She found herself in the middle of a storm cloud, grey and swirling, heavy, pungent. No. No, that wasn't right. Storm clouds were cold and wet. This was warm. This was searing. This was ash caught in her throat and filling her lungs to the brim.

The small she-wolf stumbled through the plume, coughing, while thunder rumbled close by. Through blurry eyes she caught a hazy figure, speckled and windblown. She called out, once.

She heard a noise, a voice? Strange, there had never been anyone else here. She was always alone, just her and the world, and now someone dared to darken her doorstep? The cloud came closer, and closer, faster than storm clouds should be, and soon her fur was blowing in a strong wind that nearly blew her away entirely.

"I'm here," she said - she didn't know what else to say to the figure that was emerging from storm and smoke. But even in her dreams, even as she felt the strangest, most unfamiliar sense of foreboding, she could not let go of her mischievious nature. "Come find me," she breathed, quietly but she knew she would be heard, this was her world, but she was fading away, her colors were blending in with the sky and she was truly disappearing.

There was a tugging sensation that she should leave now, wake up and return to the world of the living. But she had to see this through to the end. Where did someone go when they disappeared?

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Ash tumbled from her mouth. Wait, wait, she tried to say as the wisps broke the other girl apart, but it was just more ash, falling, falling, falling. The taste was sour and too sweet all at once.

Not wanting to lose her entirely, Thayle leapt on burnt paws (the burns falling away, as she leaves this feature of the dreamer's world) and pointed her muzzle to the wind. She took a breath, then another, to clear away the smoke in her throat.

"Okay..." she started, looking side to side. "I'll need a clue."

Oh, it's so lonely here, she thought as she faded away. Perhaps this was the end for her, perhaps this was all she had ever truly been. And then, all at once, she was back - standing on solid ground, a few feet behind the stranger who had invaded her dream. Nothing nipped at her toes; no lightning threatened to strike her. It was...quiet.

Too quiet. "A clue?" she giggled, "Just follow the sound of my voice." Though her voice was coming from everywhere, wasn't it? Or maybe that was just how it sounded to her - they were in her head after all. "I've been waiting for youuuu," which wasn't true, of course, but the invader did not need to know that. "I've been. Looking. Everywhere."

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She startled, crouching low with her tail tucked between her legs. Oh no, oh no. They were coming, still, always. Strips of light ran over the grass, chased by shadows.

"You have?" she whispered, then paused. "You didn't look very hard."

She was being criticized in her own dream? Scindere pouted, sitting back on her haunches and frowning at the stranger. "That's not a very nice thing to say," she whined. "It's hard...to look for something...when you don't know what it looks like?" She drifted toward the stranger then, unsure if she was walking or floating or simply materializing in a new location. She stopped with her nose an inch from the other's, and in this moment the two of them felt very solid. "Give me some credit."

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Ears trained on the dreamer, she gave a thoughtful look. That was fair.

"I'm sorry," she started, cut off when she was eye to eye with someone she-- despite the fear and, well, unconciousness-- had to admit was very pretty. Staying as she was, belly hovering above the waving grass tips, she continued after a moment. "You did pretty good, though?"

"Thank you," she said, closing her eyes in a dramatic display of vindication. "I feel better now." Red eyes opened again and stared at the stranger, unblinking and almost expectant. What would she do now?

There was a sound, a strange rhythm, coming down from the sky and up from the ground. She could feel the vibrations in her limbs, in her chest. "Are you scared?" she asked, eyes comically wide. "I can hear...your heart...beating."

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Her brows furrowed, and her paws itched. Was it time to make a break for it? Was this getting too weird, or just regular weird? She opened her mouth, "I--"

Blue eyes blinked rapidly, taken aback. "Oh. Oh, well..." Yes, I'm terrified, basically always but especially now. "A little, I suppose. Are you?"

"Nothing scares me," she said with a playful giggle. "There's nothing to be afraid of, not here..." she trailed off, still staring too-closely at her new friend. "But if I were you, I might be a little worried about happens when you go back." Back where? Away from here. Anywhere.

"We all die in the end, but for, oh, your little heart is working so hard." She sucked in a breath over her teeth, as if she were reluctant to deliver bad news. A death sentence. "It won't beat forever."

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She felt panic, in that dull, dreamer's way, where everything is real enough but not solid. It was slow, and thick.

"Please," she gasped through a constricting throat. She knew where she would go. Beneath a tree, or in a field, hurting and tired, waiting for-- "Don't. This is, a nice dream, don't you, don't you think?"

Air caught and she couldn't breathe. Her thin chest shuddered with the failing throbs of her heart that the dream couldn't resist drawing attention to.

"Please," she begged. "Don't make me go. I can, I can help you, I'll do--" Anything.

She could feel the distress, rolling through the air in waves. Her new friend was so upset, choking on it, struggling to breathe. Scindere raised on delicate paw and placed it gently on the other's forehead, as if she were giving a blessing. "Come back to me," she whispered. "Don't leave me again."

She waited, listening to the cries and the begging, drinking it all in. This was what she lived for, what she dreamed of, only it had never felt so real before. "You don't have to go anywhere," she said finally, smiling reassuringly. "But when you leave...I need you...to take me with you." She removed her paw from the other's head, and teeth suddenly flashed in a grin. "I can make sure your heart won't stop."

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Scindere's touch was electric, cruising from her mindseye through every little vein until it filled her struggling heart with lightning. The connection made things change.

The grasses-- lush, dew leaden, jungle-- became thorny purple flowers that spiraled and coiled. The trees were stripped away and fried until they abandoned the two she-wolves to a wide, open, storming sky. Thayle didn't seem to notice.

"How... you... can come," she promised, though she didn't know how to make it happen. "Please I, I'm lonely. Don't hurt me."

The landscape changed around them, and she looked around in wonder, taking her eyes off her companion for only a moment. "Look what you've done," she said with awe, again flashing those too-white teeth. She stood up, gazing at the open sky. "So this is where you're taking me. I like it." She nodded approvingly, feeling raindrops on her fur now, soaking her all the way to her skin. Her hair streamed down one side of her face, flattened by water.

"Lonely?" she asked in the sweetest, most pained voice. "I'll never hurt you." She looked into the other's eyes with an expression of deepest warmth and caring. "But it's not me you should worry about. It's you."

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The valley spread in rolling patches, filling out the blank space the overlapped jungle left behind. Thayle drew a breath and held it when, at last, she recognized where they where. "Oh...!"

"Oh... oh no," she mumbled, trying to bump her obviously new best friend and life alert in the side to usher her along. "Oh no, oh no. We should... go somewhere else."

Sensing the apprehension, Scindere's smile grew wider. "is this a bad place?" she asked. "Don't you know how important it is to face your fears?" She turned away from her companion and began to prance off into the open world. She threw a glance over her shoulder, "Why don't you show me where to go? Where do the monsters live?"

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She stared at the girl as if she just grew three heads, and not in a normal dream head growing way.

"Um. No. Not these fears," or any fears? That's how you die? Facing fears, which are things that kill you?

Watching Scindere prance away from her, Thayle was left with a choice. She could ditch this girl she just met and avoid what is surely a gruesome death, or she could... not... ditch this girl she just met... who might have some sort of healing abilities beyond what she was used to. Faced with the crossroads, her ears flattened and she whined. "Stay and you'll see, I suppose."

"Fear can't hurt you!" she called over her shoulder. "It only hurts you. On the inside." her voice was quieter now, but distance and volume had no meaning here. She stopped and looked back at her gloomy friend, sending her a smile with so many teeth. "Just watch!"

And with all the grace of a lifelong heathen, Scindere began to jump around, dancing in circles, genuine laughter ringing out across the field. "You can't hurt me, monsters!"

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"Internal injuries," she nodded in agreement. Her new friend was wise but also an idiot, and she was walking right into a death trap. Oh. Well. It was nice having a friend for five minutes. "Um..."

One of the hills, dead center underneath Scindere because where else would it be, shifted. Earth fell away as it rose from it's deep bed, unfurling tattered wings. The membranes were torn, the bones in misshapen chunks, but they were mobile enough to reach and try to fold over the thing skittering around on its back.

Internal injuries didn't count, everyone knew that! It was only your outside scars that mattered, those were the ones that impressed your enemies.

The ground began to move beneath her feet and she paused for only a moment to regain her balance. Everything seemed to move in slow motion here, which worked to her benefit, as membranous wings unfurled beneath her and lifted her into the sky. A wild cackling filled the air, but it was not coming from the monster.

She was enclosed in darkness, and it was surprisingly cold, and alone, but she wasn't alone because her friend was here! "It can't hurt me~" she sang, and she lounged back against one of the soft-cold wings and waited for her Knight in shining (shaking) armor to save her. "Show him you're not afraid! '

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Scindere's message was inspirational. Truly, this was something one hears and then turns their life around, that spark that sets in motion the first step of a journey, the outcome a shining light at the end of a long tunnel. Thayle didn't hear any of it though because she was pressed as flat as she could be against the ground, her paws over her ears so that they may block out what was about to happen. She screamed in the dream, though she wouldn't have in the real world. RIP new friend and also metaphorical bravery.

A voice rumbled from the bat, lower than the earth, long drawn out words in a language long forgotten. It peered one shining black eye in the gap between its wings to gaze down at the offering. Hey gurl.

She couldn't hear the screaming from within her shadowy cocoon, or maybe she could but was just ignoring it. The creature spoke to her, and although she could not hear words she could sense the meaning. It was time for her to go, it told her. The end comes for us all.

"Find me again," she called to her terrified friend. "But be careful." And suddenly, the wings released her and she fell, only to be caught by sharp fangs embedded in her neck. Blood began to spurt from the wound, but shadows flew out too, and the air shimmered all around her.

She stared down at her companion, tongue lolling out or her mouth as she dangled in the air, held by the monster she'd mocked. But this was okay, she thought, as the razor sharp tip of the wing plunged through her back and out of her chest, causing her body to convulse and hang limp like a rag doll. Her blood sprayed onto the grass below her and, choking on blood, she whispered a final 'goodbye',

This was how it always ended.

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Solstice [Open*]

Posted by: Serrate - November 20, 2017, 12:11:40 AM - Replies (6)

She woke that morning to cool winter light and a room full to the brim of small, delicate, blue butterflies. Upon the walls, within the crevices and other places in between, on her fur. There was a chill in the air and the bite of snow to come. Still the butterflies spread their wings and crowded around her for warmth.

To the body next to her she whispers, softly, but not so softly that she avoided disturbing the scene before her—small bodies spun of glass and snow sent spiraling into flight, settling again like a great crystalline cloud—“Look.” So hushed is she in silence of a waking world that she worries he has not heard. She knew better, and those cracks of sky looked on as her awe rises in a tremulous whisper—“What do you think it means?”

The butterflies settle, and in the stillness of the solstice, they looked almost like little blue flowers.

“…Let’s sleep in a little longer.”

There’s still time.

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“I’m glad you were able to join us,” says one queen to another in the fading afternoon daylight. The party had been a grand idea. She’d watched her daughter wrestle valiantly and she was glad the king was having a good time. When asked to partake, she politely declined. Wouldn’t want to hurt the babies, after all! When are they due? “Any day now,” she laughs and shakes her head. “Hawthorne’s so glad he’ll be here this time. He was visiting your pack with the children last time.” That much was true, as was much more.

But this was a celebration of life. The butterflies still followed her, settling in her fur and trailing her like a swatch cut straight from the sky. Where had they come from? Why were they following her? To this she shook her head and laughed again, this time tinged with a deep and unknowing awe. “I don’t know. What do you think it means?”

A great many things and none of them true—but neither are they false. Isn’t that funny? How, then, did the butterflies rise in the dead of winter? It’s cold, says one queen to the other. Yes it is, the other replies. Isn’t it funny that they’ve all come out now?

Shake up the hourglass. Turn it over. We’re going back to the time before now.

“Oh! Uhm. I’m very sorry Xenia. Could you excuse me?”

There’s still time.

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One in rain. Another in blood. The last in snow.

She finds him in a sheltered alcove just around the bend from couples talking. There’s a weary smile on his face as their chatter carries even here. The butterflies flirt with lovers seeking their fortunes, settling on noses and ears but trail the queen still. She walks to him and tucks her forehead against his cheek. She whispers a love letter only for him.

His weariness is gone. His smile isn’t.

There’s still time.

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They gathered again in the castle. The little bits of sky that followed her. The storm above breaks and she pulls the ones she loves most close to her. “Don’t be afraid,” she tells a dotting son, a fretting daughter. “I’m happy you’re here.”

Fog rolls in off the sea. Snow falls gently, and the butterflies tug gently at her eyelashes until she settles down within the embrace of sturdy walls. It’s cold, the moon tells the queen. “Yes it is,” she replies softly, laying her head upon her paws.

It wouldn’t be long now.

There’s still time.

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Eight. There were eight of them. Eight beautiful, wonderful—

Not quite, the sky tells her, and she sighs. Hang in there, honey! You’re not quite done.

“Oh,” she sighs in reply. That’s right. This time it wasn’t eight. Sometimes circles were broken. Very well, then.

It would be a little while longer.

It was good, after all, that there was more than enough time.

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A prince keeps his eye out for enemies as worried friends and family skulk in the dark. They forge paths through the piling snow and ask, how much longer? How much longer can it possibly take? Is she alright? Is she okay?

Butterflies spill from the den but there are enough left behind to light the way, beautiful blue folded paper for each beating heart, and they affix like corsages to kiss the dew from her weary eyes and open the new ones to deep, soft, quiet Winter.

“Fourteen?” she laughs, voice cracking. “Oh, stars. We’ll name them later.”

Yes—because there would be a later. Rest, now—you’ve earned it.

There’s time enough for everything.

Like Lunar, this thread is open for people to continue to story. You don’t have to interact with Serrate. However, this thread is only open to her family and friends—if there’s a question about whether or not you’re okay to post, feel free to ask!

Like with Lunar, your posts can be things happening concurrent to this post or direct continuations! This thread happens during the Inaria visit on the WINTER SOLSTICE.

Also… welcome to the world, HATE 3.0!!!

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lost myself again // ryan

Posted by: Emera - November 19, 2017, 10:58:37 PM - Replies (5)

The sheet of night laid along the forest floor. It was quiet, this was what she favored. Silence. She could hear approaching steps, distant conversations, far cries. She had the advantage in the night. When the footsteps came too near, and the voices echoes became louder, she could make herself disappear. But she only had this advantage with the help of absolute tranquility during the night.

The years passed, distancing herself from the experience of the abuse she withheld, but the paranoia and trauma remained. They were going to come back for her. She knew it. It was just a matter of when. She waited, each day, every night. She anticipated the arrival, the group that would be sent to fetch her, and bring her back. Then she would receive her punishment for escaping Alteron.

Like they did for Ryan.

Or she could only assume since they'd been separated, anyway. Her heart hurt when she imagined what they'd done to him, past-tense. Because there was no way he was still alive, not after this many years held captive. If he was alive, he would only be a bag of bones, she thought. Alteron didn't find mercy too appealing, she remembered.

She shuddered, leaning closer to the crest of a boulder she hugged against the blowing of the wind.

The moon peaked through the canopies, illuminating the ground floor for her preying eyes. She scoped slowly, processing every swaying bush, every rolling leaf. She would not let any movement go unnoticed.

But she noticed foreign movement, incredibly close before her. She froze, mouth quivering.
Why hadn't she heard them moving before?
How did she miss this?
Her heart was drumming against her chest, her legs felt limp.
She couldn't run from here, they'd see her. They'd catch her.

"Don't move, Emera." The Voice cooed, "Don't you dare move."

She pressed further now against the stone, closing her eyes firmly, clenching her teeth together. Where she normally felt small and insignificant, she now felt large and helpless.

Emera opened an eye, to see that the shadow loomed closer. She emit a shrieking gasp, curling into a fetal position, trying to make herself small again.

"Be small. Be insignificant. But don't you fucking move, girl."

( ooc tidbit )

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Let's Get Down to Business [Sansa]

Posted by: Mercury - November 19, 2017, 03:52:24 PM - No Replies

Alana had given her a rank, and the name of her new mentor, and Mercury wasted no time in seeking out the she-wolf known as Sansa. A howl was sent forth from the Dark Moon's maw, and she hailed for the Hydra. Alana hadn't gone into much about the former parallax, and Mercury hadn't really been in the questioning mood. Now that she thought about it, a few more details could have been useful. She considered turning back to find Alana, but then thought it wasn't really something she needed to bother her sister Queen about. Instead, she simply asked a few members, who swiftly pointed her in the proper direction.

Mercury stood patiently in the "yard" by the denning grounds. Far enough out of the way that she would not be in anyone's way, but close enough that she could people watch. She was slightly under the cover of one of Nardir's shady trees, and the breeze ruffled through the fur of both her ruff and that on her collar. She inhaled, taking in the scents as well as the sights, and sighed. It didn't even smell like Nardir... While the transitions from Nardir to Nardir experienced Alana and the pack had been gradual, with a clear timeline and path between them, Mercury had fast-forwarded, and was trying to decompress all that had passed in her mind. It was hard to do.

To say she was nervous would be a bit too much. A tad apprehensive, possibly, but overall, Mercury was fairly eager to meet Sansa. Maybe if she could get back into a normal routine, she would be able to finally feel like she had come home. The Dark Moon still felt very much adrift, and while she was more eager to seek out the familiar faces that Alana told her still resided in Nardir, she was less exuberant about meeting the new ones. They reminded her of exactly how out of place she was here, a relic of a time long past. The product of an alternate reality, as it were.

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Prayers of roses [Darken]

Posted by: Feizin - November 19, 2017, 11:42:54 AM - No Replies

It hurt.

She didn't whimper though, didn't cry like a baby, but young like as she was she didn't understand the pain. She didn't understand why her vision was doubling, her leg throbbing with the broken bone, she tried to move the left front leg up closer to her body but it hurt too much. She cringed and lay still. She couldn't move around like that, it was too painful and she didn't know who to call for. Miss Gigantea couldn't see her like this, she couldn't see her weak. She understood the white alignment enough to know that this would only portray poorly on her.. The yellow? She knew nothing of that either, not personal experience at least, they were the strong, the soldiers.

The red.

She needed the red.

The healers, the priests and priestess she needed them close by and they could help her. She looked out between the roots of the trees and began licking her broken front leg and wondered how one called for the red exactly. The answer came to her as clouds began gathering overhead and thunder rumbled in the distance.

Prayers - prayers for the red.

With closed eyes she prayed to be found by them, prayed they would find her, see her and help her. Hopefully not tell the white goddess either, but maybe that was too much to pray for. She understood her chances would be low if she was not found, she understood that her caretakers were nothing like real parents and they wouldn't check on her and her siblings at every woken moment. She could be left here for weeks if she did not pray hard enough. But she believed in her gods, she knew they would listen, they would come.

She wasn't afraid.

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