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Kashmir's Halfway House For Loud Orphans [ARCHIVE]

Posted by: Kashmir - October 19, 2017, 11:18:16 PM - No Replies

[02:57] -- slenderSpider [SS] It's some time after the war. They've purified the water. Cleaned up all the ghastly mess. Kashmir is roaming the outskirts without much aim. Probably patrolling. Or brooding. Suck it up, Kash. –

[03:01] -- skullPunk [SP] Had been kind of lurking around at a distance for a while now, never close enough to be detected and never... really... close enough to actually see what was going on either. He mostly just saw a bunch of little dots moving around, got scared, and took until now to actually approach them. I mean. What? He was studying them! Their!! Tactics!!! AND NOW!! Was the perfect time to make his move. He was hiding behind a perfectly placed boulder. Unfortunately his stupid hair stuck out from the top.

[03:06] -- slenderSpider [SS] tenses, head dipping low and neck bristling. A stranger, close to the borders, and trying to hide from him. Suspicious. The jackal comes closer, all black-striped olive, his eyes twin points of light. This intimidating look starts to slowly slide away from him like a really shitty mask and phase into some stoic Kashmir version of what-the-actual-heck when he spotted hair sprouting from a nearby boulder. Okay...
[03:06] SS: What... are you doing here?

[03:08] -- skullPunk [SP] Did not actually hear Kashmir coming and was under the delusion that he was much farther away, so when the voice happened, well --
[03:08] SP: HOLY FUCK
[03:09] SP: WHAT!!!
[03:09] SP: YOU, SHIT, DON'T ASK ME THAT, FUCK YOU!
[03:09] -- skullPunk [SP] Is just kind of yelling words, they don't even really seem to be directed at Kashmir but the fact that he exists --

[03:12] -- slenderSpider [SS] doesn't like Curse Words. He grimaces irritably and repeats himself. Maybe this wolf's ears didn't work so well. --
[03:12] SS: What. are. you. doing. here.
[03:13] SS: I can see you. Your hair is sticking out.

[03:15] -- skullPunk [SP] sounds like hair-boulder is hyperventilating and then two big paws appear on top of the rock. Pushes himself up. Glares down!! At!! What he fuck is that?! Its' so small --
[03:15] SP: What are you tryin' to kill me, dude? Why! You can't be sneakin' up on people like that! Ain't cool, man.
[03:16] -- skullPunk [SP] Immediately realizes that stripey is probably a kid as well because?? so small?? wow --
[03:16] SP: Whaddya mean what am I doing here?? What's it look like? This is my turf, buddy.
[03:17] SP: You wanna like hang out in it or something though that's cool, you feel me........

[03:19] -- slenderSpider [SS] has an expression on his face that I could take the time to describe but really it's basically just this: 8| --
[03:19] SS: No...
[03:20] SS: You're close to /my/ home.
[03:20] SS: I wanted to know why.

[03:21] SP: Uhh.
[03:22] SP: I dunno man it just kinda seemed like a good idea at the time you know?

[03:24] -- slenderSpider [SS] A staring contest commences! Kash looks at weird kid. Weird kid looks at Kash. A convenient gust of wind passes by beyond them. --
[03:24] SS: ... ... ... ...
[03:24] SS: Fine.
[03:25] -- slenderSpider [SS] turns as though to leave. Pops off with a shrug of an afterthought. --
[03:26] SS: You should learn to hide a little better.

[03:26] SP: .......
[03:26] SP: WHOA WHOA!!! HEY!
[03:26] SP: What!
[03:26] SP: No!! You!!! Fucking cheated or something!

[03:27] SS: I never cheat.
[03:27] -- slenderSpider [SS] Even Kashmir has to wonder why he said that. You are SO BAD at other people, hole guy. –

[03:27] -- skullPunk [SP] Makes a OOooOOooOOOoooOOooooo noise its really loud and obnoxious --
[03:28] SP: SOMEBODY'S a little prissy rule lover, huh, stripes??

[03:29] -- slenderSpider [SS] stares into the abyss. This is his life. One day you're winning a war, the next day you're arguing with some insane kid on your own border. --
[03:29] SS: Yes.
[03:30] -- slenderSpider [SS] One deadpan motherfucker. –

[03:30] SP: Oh
[03:30] -- skullPunk [SP] ok he didn't expect that so he needs a second --
[03:30] SP: I mean aight. That's cool I guess.

[03:32] -- slenderSpider [SS] sighs. Takes two steps and then just kind of stops. --
[03:32] SS: How old are you?
[03:32] SS: Are you alone out here?

[03:33] SP: Uhhhhhhhhhh
[03:33] SP: I dunno dude I saw it snow this one time so however old it is to see that?
[03:33] -- skullPunk [SP] how the fuck do you know how old you are?? --
[03:34] SP: And!! Yeah!! Hahah!! Just! Roughing it on my own you know? Gotta strike out sometime!!!
[03:34] -- skullPunk [SP] laughs kind of high pitched and awkwardly --

[03:37] SS: Oh...
[03:37] SS: I guess you're right.
[03:38] -- slenderSpider [SS] has no further comment it seems. Do I... do I invite him in, or... –

[03:38] SP: Soo like, stripes, you gotta... mom or dad around or like......... you by yourself......................
[03:38] -- skullPunk [SP] please be my friend --

[03:43] -- slenderSpider [SS] What a weird question. Kash isn't fluent in aggressive freestyling punk and does not realize he thinks the marquis too is a child. --
[03:43] SS: I've always been by myself.
[03:44] SS: Well. There's my pack.
[03:44] SS: I thought you might try to sneak in. I guess not.

[03:45] SP: What for real? By yourself always?
[03:45] -- skullPunk [SP] by this point his chin is also on the boulder and he's looking at Kashmir in a way that is kind of pathetically hopeful. Tail wags. --
[03:46] SP: Me too!! Ha ha It's so great isn't it?? Being totally completely alone forever?
[03:46] SP: What the fuck is a pack?
[03:47] -- skullPunk [SP] can you eat it –

[03:48] -- slenderSpider's [SS'S] mouth curves up stiffly. Ha ha! Fake smile hiding real pain!! --
[03:48] SS: ... It's fantastic.
[03:48] SS: I suppose I had a mother once. But that was a long time ago.

[03:49] SP: What like, a couple weeks?

[03:50] -- slenderSpider [SS] regards him further. Decides to sit down. Sets his paws down, daintily side by side. Was this a kid that had lost his family somewhere along the line? A chaotic castaway, like Cappella had been? --
[03:50] SS: Years.

[03:50] SP: ...
[03:50] SP: ..................
[03:50] SP: .. . . . . . .................
[03:51] -- skullPunk [SP] looks as if he's trying to solve a complex math problem --
[03:51] SP: ................. . . . you're fucking old ain't you

[03:52] SS: What... no.
[03:52] -- slenderSpider [SS] looks kind of offended. --
[03:52] SS: Did you... think I was younger...?

[03:53] -- skullPunk [SP] too late hes now waving his front legs around like an Italian describing something over the phone (much like his player) --
[03:54] SP: I cannot BELIEVE your dusty ancient ass is all up in my BUSINESS
[03:54] SP: who the fuck!! do you think you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[03:55] SS: ... You thought I was a child.
[03:55] SS: You did.
[03:56] -- slenderSpider [SS] i'm not a child you big-haired INFANT i'm just SHORT --
[03:56] SS: Why are you angry?

[03:57] SP: THE fuck you DOING on those TINY LEGS?!
[03:58] -- skullPunk [SP] looks like he is SERIOUSLY, VERY PERSONALLY INSULTED by the fact that this child is actually a TINY, FULL GROWN ADULT MAN DOG. --
[03:58] -- skullPunk [SP] gestures wildly at all of Kashmir --
[03:58] SP: This ain't natural!

[03:59] -- slenderSpider [SS] is annoyed. Why is this kid still here. Why is he yelling. Ow. --
[03:59] SS: Neither is... that thing on your head.
[03:59] SS: You're going to be eaten by a saber someday.

[03:59] SP: The fuck you talking about......
[03:59] SP: What no
[04:00] SP: My hair is COOL
[04:00] SP: There's nothing COOL about TINY LEGS

[04:00] SS: I saw it from all the way up that hill. So will that saber.

[04:01] SP: Man fuck your saber!!! I kick saber ass all day long I don't need your lecture!!!!

[04:02] -- slenderSpider [SS] There is a long beat of silence. Possibly another dramatic staring contest. Definitely a return of 8| face: Electric Boogaloo. --
[04:03] -- slenderSpider [SS] slowly lifts one of his acclaimed tiny legs. --
[04:03] -- slenderSpider [SS] And wipes a smear of dirt on the kid's big dumb pompadour. –

[04:04] -- skullPunk [SP] somewhere in the distance a volcano is exploding. here in the present there is no volcano, just a really red and angry teenager who has just faced the worst injustice in his entire life. His mouth falls open. His eyes are wide. He is TRIGGERED. --
[04:05] SP: YOU MOTHERFUCKINGIHW KLWEHRWE HWHRWHREHWHR
[04:05] -- skullPunk [SP] and that's how a really big stupid kid lunged at kashmir, who killed like 600 npcs at this point and some weren't even npcs, RIP thresher. --
[04:07] SP: I'M GOING TO!! EAT YOU OR SOMETHING CMERE

[04:07] -- slenderSpider [SS] is almost knocked on his ass with a little more than a glancing blow. But today he's spared that indignity. Just like Pompadour will be spared from becoming Dead NPC #601. --
[04:09] -- slenderSpider [SS] immediately leaps to the side, trying to latch onto the kid's nape as he passed him and use the hold to clamber atop him and shove him nose-first into the ground. –

[04:10] -- skullPunk [SP] SNAPs his REALLY BIG stupid jaws and is somehow totally shocked when the FAKE KID MAN DUDE is not between them. He is even more shocked when he is THROWN, and then CLIMBED, and then SMASHED INTO THE DIRT. --
[04:10] SP: Ouh my gouhd ouw

[04:11] SS: Stop it.
[04:11] SS: Calm down.
[04:11] SS: Then I'll let you up.

[04:11] SP: I AM!!!!!!!!!! CALM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[04:11] -- skullPunk [SP] he's not calm –

[04:11] -- slenderSpider's [SS'S] eardrums literally just fucking explode. --
[04:12] SS: S t o p.
[04:12] SS: Yelling.

[04:12] SP: oh okay let me just FUCK YOU FOREVER UNTIL THE WORLDEXPLOSJIDDEISJLERJLEKJRLEWJRL
[04:13] -- skullPunk [SP] eventually seems to tire himself out --
[04:13] -- skullPunk [SP] lies there panting --

[04:13] -- slenderSpider [SS] would honestly rather take ten Harpers over this. No -- fifty Harpers. So many Harpers. --
[04:13] SS: ... Good. Thank you.
[04:14] -- slenderSpider [SS] gets up. –

[04:14] -- skullPunk [SP] mumbles something with a mouth full of Inaria Dirt™. Just lies there. On his face. --
[04:14] SP: Whatever. I didn't even want to get up.

[04:16] -- slenderSpider [SS] has the psychotic urge to just. Lie right down there with him. Solidarity. It's been a rough few months okay. --
[04:16] -- slenderSpider [SS] doesn't actually do this. --
[04:16] SS: I'm... convinced you're...
[04:16] -- slenderSpider [SS] almost says "harmless" and doesn't do that either for fear of setting off another temper tantrum. --
[04:17] SS: I don't know if I should leave you here or not.

[04:17] SP: Whatever man do what you want I don't even care
[04:18] SP: I never wanted anything more than to be face first in a pile of dirt
[04:18] SP: And here I am
[04:18] SP: Living the dream
[04:18] SP: Life accomplished guess I can die happy now HAHAHA
[04:18] SP: HAha
[04:18] SP: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... ha...............
[04:18] -- skullPunk [SP] bursts into tears --

[04:19] -- slenderSpider [SS] actually looks terrified for a second. Oh my god no. Please stop crying. Oh my god why is this happening to me. --
[04:20] -- slenderSpider [SS] Way too long passes before he manages to do anything but gape at the kid awkwardly and maybe do the jackal equivalent of hover handing. --
[04:20] SS: I'm sorry I did that to your hair. That was... uncalled for.

[04:21] -- skullPunk [SP] HIC SOB, wolf shoulders heave --
[04:21] SP: Th-that hurt m-man my hair's all i got

[04:22] SS: Um.
[04:22] SS: Well.
[04:22] SS: I'm sorry.
[04:22] -- slenderSpider [SS] could not look more uncomfortable if his life depended on it. –

[04:26] -- skullPunk [SP] Sits up and shakes his head. Puts on a TOUGH DUDE face, one that belonged on a guy who NEVER CRIED, NOT ONCE EVER. Glowers at Kashmir. Through the tears that are still there. What conflicting descriptions!! --
[04:26] SP: Yeah well whatever not like I care what you think anyway

[04:30] -- slenderSpider [SS] thinks about what to do. Wonders when the last time he cried was. Had he ever? --
[04:30] SS: I'd... like to make it up to you.
[04:31] SS: You can come into my home for a while. If you want.
[04:31] SS: Maybe you'd like... some food?

[04:32] -- skullPunk [SP] Ears perk forward at "home", then even more at "food". A little bit of drool slides down the side of his mouth. --
[04:32] -- skullPunk [SP] SHAKES HIS HEAD!! Phew almost had a WEAKNESS there... unlike a REAL MAN who has NO EMOTIONS. --
[04:32] SP: I don't need your charity!! I'm perfectly fine, asshole!
[04:33] SP: In FACT!! I have a GREAT home just over THERE and it's FULL of FANTASTIC, EDIBLE FOOD.

[04:34] SS: Oh?
[04:34] SS: That's too bad.
[04:34] SS: I know a few wolves at home brought down an enormous buck an hour ago.
[04:35] SS: There will probably be leftovers. But I suppose we can eat it all by ourselves.
[04:35] -- slenderSpider [SS] kashmir you sly little shithead --

[04:35] -- skullPunk [SP] the drool trickle becomes a drool river which flows into a drool waterfall. --
[04:36] SP: B-buck?

[04:36] -- slenderSpider [SS] Gross, hairboy. –
[04:36] SS: Yes.

[04:36] SP: You can't kill those things they're HUGE and have death spikes on their heads.
[04:36] SP: You're full of shit.

[04:37] SS: Come and see.
[04:37] SS: If you don't believe me.

[04:37] -- skullPunk [SP] narrows his eyes --
[04:37] SP: Fine but I ain't staying.

[04:37] SS: We won't keep you.

[04:38] SP: Yeah... that's right........ you better not.........

[04:39] -- slenderSpider [SS] does him a favor and mostly just ignores that. --
[04:39] SS: ... Well. Follow me in.

[04:39] -- slenderSpider [SS] Off he goes! --

[04:39] -- skullPunk [SP] ://///////// --
[04:40] -- skullPunk [SP] ... follows........ not that he WANTS to or anything... but just like, he's bored, you know? –

[04:41] -- slenderSpider [SS] leads. Not that he has, you know. Compassion for sad homeless ingrates. Or anything. --
[04:41] SS: Kid...
[04:41] SS: What's your name?
[04:41] SS: Mine is Kashmir.

[04:43] -- skullPunk [SP] This isn't the first time he's ever been asked that, but it IS the first he feels compelled to actually... answer... seriously. This is his chance to really do some soul searching. Make an IMPRESSION. Find something that describes his CORE. --
[04:43] -- skullPunk [SP] Panics when he can't think of anything --
[04:43] -- skullPunk [SP] Almost blurts out "Kashmir" --
[04:43] SP: K-Kid. Name's Kid, haha!

[04:44] SS: Ah. That's a funny coincidence.
[04:44] SS: All right, Kid.
[04:44] SS: We're almost there.

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Sticks and Stones [Karma]

Posted by: Garrison - October 19, 2017, 08:47:19 PM - Replies (8)

He's gnawing at cartilage caught between his teeth, cutting through the citizens of Oukoku-Kai. Garrison keeps to his normal rotation: escorting slaves, weaving through the Inner Ring to capture more, sparring, and grinding his teeth together. He hasn't seen her since he brought her in, but the Officer is told that for all the slave's angst, she hates him particularly.

Garrison grins as he relieves her escort outside the temple. He sits, working at rotten meat between his molars, and his heavy-furred tail thumps against the ground every-so-often. He can hardly contain the eagerness for when she exits that building to find her least favourite captor waiting. Karma's in for an unpleasant surprise, and he can hardly wait.

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Gentle Persuasion [Leocor]

Posted by: Garrison - October 19, 2017, 08:26:45 PM - Replies (5)

  It's easy to tell when he's coming. There is no ripple of disquiet among the slaves, any sudden shift in the atmosphere, or a grand announcement. While the other Officers may trot delicately down precarious walkways taken many times before, Garrison's steps are usually accompanied by a minor shockwave. If anything, it makes his presence all the more upsetting, like he's going to make the spire of the Slave Quarters fall. It's unlikely, having survived so long, but the cracks in the walls and specks of rubble crumbling the walkways more narrow with each day are no comfort.

  He does not surprise anyone as he passes each alcove, crammed with another heathen, sometimes snapping in their direction, flicking them with his tail in taunt, or avoiding their eyes altogether. Yellow are known for predictability, and Garrison's only exception is which slave he has chosen to torment this time. Flick, silence, insult, snap. Silence. Silence. Snap. Silence. Flick. Stop.

  "Now what do we have here?" The massive dire snarls down at his captive, taking in freshly torn flesh and the otherwise cleanliness of his pelt, having not yet adopted the dirt of the cell he's confined to. "I don't think I've seen you before." He leans in, sniffs, licks his jaws. "Or have I? Not here, at least."

  He doesn't care for an answer, and any attempt at one is met with teeth. "Hm. Those look painful," and there's an excitement in his eyes as they fall upon the wounds, "But you're no use dying of infection." Despite how much he might like to watch. The spire is too quiet for his taste, and Oukoku needs all the bodies he can carry.

  Garrison turns his back, far from afraid of any retribution from the injured slave. He's far more vulnerable in the front, anyways. "Get up," he growls, leading the way down, "follow me, and keep your mouth shut if you care for your tongue."

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Shattered Alley - Original Cat RP

Posted by: SA Staff - October 19, 2017, 08:17:39 PM - No Replies

	HUNT - FIGHT - SURVIVE Embrace the wild inside. - Original Feline Role Play: Not Warriors - Unique Battle and Stats system - Join a colony, roaming band or start on your own adventure - Optional plot event to take part in Home \| Rules \| Navigation \| Events \| Colony of Bone Rising
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Coming Down [Anu Ishra]

Posted by: Ashtaroth - October 18, 2017, 09:07:55 PM - No Replies

   Ashtaroth doesn't play anymore. She can see the Rites on the horizon, the Auction, the Fates. Gone are the days of leading her sisters on unplanned adventures; she interacts with her littermates in more private setting, and she wears a different personality for each of them. She and Lotus still explore at the height of the moon-- that, she hopes, will never change-- but the weight of expectation has fallen upon her shoulders, and her back arches with the load. Maybe Feizin isn't so misguided in her dutiful studies.
   Perhaps not. Despite her best efforts, Ashtaroth has not secured a bond, and she loathes the advantage an Auction could give her Bonder. She will outshine any who would have her. She will impress all who look upon her accomplishments. She will catch Anamelech's eye again.
   She isn't heavy enough to sink in the sand, and although her growth spurt has hit and her height rises, Ashtar's measurements only shrink. She binds muscle to her bones, runs until her pads bleed, works until it hurts. Oukoku-Kai needs no fat, and if she is to made the example of their ideals, neither does Ashtaroth.
   Dry tongue longs from her mouth, swipes sun-baked nose to no avail. Horse heart punches at her sternum, rhythmic and impossibly fast. Resigned to its cage, but unwilling to let her forget its discontent. Knees give out as she makes her way to the river: she has stopped not just before her limits, but surpassed them, as she will continue to do, until she is sated or dead.
   The wolf collapses at the shoreline, chest heaving wildly, eyes closed in exhaustion. Ashtaroth may be weak in this moment, but she will be stronger for it.

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Pretty Little Head [Lotus]

Posted by: Ashtaroth - October 18, 2017, 08:39:55 PM - Replies (2)

{My understanding of the geography in DV is shaky at best.}

   The mesa opens before them, crickets of the forest lost to the whipping of the wind. It riffles Ashtar's thick pelt like feathers, like she could just hop from the cliff-face and fly. "Lottie, don't get too close to the edge," despite the fact she is perched precariously as she says this, looking down on the Valley below. Lotus doesn't need her sister's guidance, but she accepts it all the same. Such a good girl. She'll be such a wonderful warrior. Ashtaroth turns to the flat, sunset a brilliant halo behind her, but the fireflies find Lotus first. "The Red Baishun I've spoken with, she had such interesting facts of history. I do need to ask the Sohei some day."
   She trots to meet her sister, observe the rose bushes on top of this cliff, in the shallow soil, meticulously pruned, an inward spiral at even intervals. "The false Rosa I told you about, they're thrown to the tar. That brought me to consider, a Rosa's body is not disposed of in the usual way. Of course not; you wouldn't store a god's bones beside that of their heretic. So, here we are."
   Yellow, White, Red, in seemingly unpredictable pattern. She wonders what will happen when they run out of space. Ragnarok, she supposes.

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must've missed the hype train. [Zach]

Posted by: Oleander - October 18, 2017, 05:27:45 PM - Replies (1)

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Gnawing mindlessly at an old bone was not something that Oleander considered to be a fair use of his precious time; but, within the whole eighty-eight square miles of Alteron territory, Ollie failed to find anything else to do on this day. The off-white femur dented between his milk teeth, and the bits that he did manage to chip away were promptly spat into the dead leaf-litter, with more and more agitation behind the action each time it was performed.

Sarissa and Meara were not always subjected to their brother’s company; in fact, he stuck by them far less than the pair stuck by each other. He was kicking himself now for letting them slip away from him. They were probably gallivanting it up somewhere, while he was here, losing his temperamental little mind to the clutches of boredom. Not even this snack helped to curve his souring mood, and the item was soon dropped from his sore jaws and into his meaty paws. Its worth to him bled dry, except for its usage as a currency in Alteron’s system, and he would deposit the item back into his Pa’s care later as it was, after all, the leftovers of a meal that the child had been too young to catch for himself.

His bulky body sprawled out now, beneath the beams of sunlight that dripped in through the old trees, and a sigh whizzed out of his nose. Heavy and restless, just like the rest of him. Yellow eyes stayed open but looked off into an unseen void. His expression was sharp and perhaps filled with an amount of displeasure that was unnerving to see in a boy his age. Yet, he was growing more and more volatile with the passing seconds, and he willed something to happen behind that agitated gaze.

Anything—

However, when he made his silent demand, he’d been hoping for more than what ended up surfacing from the vegetation. The harshness of his features appeared to deflate. Knife-like orbs then became half-lidded and dull, drooping with a newfound lack of vigor.

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agape

Posted by: Cappella - October 18, 2017, 03:25:20 PM - Replies (4)

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In which Cappella can not sleep, yet again.

In her dreams, she was running. Something was chasing her, but she didn't look back. There was no need to - she did not need to know what demon from her past it was this time. Around her, Inaria burned and it's civilians screamed in terror and grief. She was covered in blood, she did not know if it was hers or not, but in her panic she fled to Inaria's beaches, driven by the flames behind her. She passed corpses (so many) on her way, faces she'd probably recognize if she stopped to look.

(It didn't matter, she'd still remember).

She sprinted out onto the sand, kicking it up as she went by, but there was no end in sight. The beach stretched on for an eternity, littered with the bones of those who had fallen before. Suddenly her paws came to a halt, and confused, she looked down to see herself sinking into the sand that quickly started to consume her. She cried out for help, she screamed but soon choked on blood.

Around her, the skeletons cackled, their eyesockets glowing green.

She awoke with a jolt in the middle of the night, gasping for air as she looked around. She was outside, beneath the stars and the moon; a stark white against the pitch black sky. Slowly, things started coming back to her. She hadn't been sleeping well ever since, well, everything had happened, but she didn't come back to her den last night. Instead she had wandered Inaria restlessly, her state of mind jumpy and paranoid, expecting someone to jump out at her from the shadows.

She must have passed out at some point.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She cursed under her breath, visibly shaking as she began to pace. Despite the deep breaths she was trying to take, the gripping feeling in her chest only got tighter. Out of the corner of her eye, something moved, and regardless of whether it was her imagination or not, she burst out into a run. The lilac trees whipped past her as she sped along, not knowing where she was going but simply following the instinct to flee.

Even if it wasn't some monster she feared, she didn't want people seeing her like this.

They already saw her as a useless traitor.

But reality and nature were unforgiving, as she snagged one of her paws on the arched root of a nearby tree. She crumpled and fell to the ground, rolling to a stop from the sheer speed she had been going. She still shook, still gulping for air, but she lay there, defeated.

Still, she chanted quietly to herself:

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

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Down By The River (Thetis)

Posted by: Karma - October 18, 2017, 02:57:43 PM - No Replies

One would think, waking up in a strange place would be terrifying. The smells, all twisted with uncertainty. The landscape from before, was different. Different, that's all it was to Karma. Different. The air was dryer here then out in the woods, then again the large canyon walls were keeping the moisture out of the area. Pitty, it would be amusing to have the area flood from rainfall, but that wouldn't happen as the rocks deflected things. Damn. Guess no one's going to be drowining any time soon. To bad, so sad, better start crying that river.

Walking, was a slow process for Karma. Her paw was slightly swollen from that bastard last night. The dick didn't teller his name, he didn't even offer to catch her differ last night before he dragged her away into this shit show. Oukoku- Kai, what a mouth full. All twisting and turning like a maze of thoughts that had no exact location in mind.

"Move."

The male that was escorting Karma to some fresh water snapped. Bringing the young female back from her thoughts. Her bright green eyes travel from the tall walls of the valley towards the dark fured male for a moment. She flicked her tail at the male before she turned forward again. Her tail and head held high as she moved. She may be considered a slave for the time being, but she was not an object to be controlled. A doll with strings, waiting for it's puppet master to take control.

She limped, pain shooting up her righ leg as she moved. Her face showed no emotion though, not wanting that bastard to have the upper paw. She was better then him, she was going to tear his ear off the next time she sees him.

Finally, they arrive at the water location that the guard was leading Karma to. Karma wasted no time in walking right into the shallow water. The coolness, dulling the pain in her paw as she lets her paws sink into the cool mud. Leaning down, Karma takes a few laps of the cool refreshing water that flowed down her throat. Then, once she had taken her fill, Karma stuck her nose into the water and then quickly raised her head and let the water fly into the air, then slowly fall down onto her fur. Jade eyes close as she enjoyed the cool water falling down onto her fur. Fooling her down, in tempature mentally and physically.

Then, after a moment, her jade eyes opened. She shifted her eyes from the early morning sky towards her right. Her body stiffening as she realized that there was someone else in the river besides her and the guard that was watching her.

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Posted by: Ceniza - October 18, 2017, 10:58:51 AM - Replies (1)

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The first meeting between
Ceniza and Huckleberry
Ongoing.

The morning sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, with flocks of birds bursting from the treetops; their silhouettes stark against the paling sky. The foxwolf had been awake long before this, preferring to work in the cover of darkness, but now the silence was filled with the various tweets and songs that traveled through the forest. She didn't mind, but if she were back home she would've found the sudden noise to be a rather rude awakening.

She did not have time to sleep in, not when she was in completely unfamiliar territory.

She was on the borders of a jungle, the number of trees increasing to nearly claustrophobic levels; the sun was beginning to disappear amongst the clusters of leaves above. That was not the part that bothered the wine coloured woman - what irritated her was the humid heat that seeped in through her fur. She had made a lot of progress in more neutral climates, but now she found herself stopping and taking breaks to catch her breath and try to cool herself off.

On top of that, she had seen the crocodiles that lay in the rivers, and she was not amused.

Her latest pause had her sitting near a waterfall, far enough that there would not be a scaled monstrosity leaping out towards her, but still managing to feel a constant light spray of water landing on her from the water hitting the rocks nearby. A noise caught her attention, her head turning towards a man who was approaching her slowly. Curling her tail around herself, she made no attempt to be subtle when she checked him out.

There was one thing that stood out to her.

"You look rough, buddy."

There was a story here, and she wanted to know it.

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