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Posted by: Artemisia - February 07, 2019, 11:27:12 PM - Replies (1)

Winter had been an experience to say the least. The forest was covered with thick snow, the daughter of fire experiencing first hand the utter cold that swept through the straits during this time. Her home had never experienced such a phenomenon, only rain that drenched the grounds to the point of flooding. Artemisia did not miss those times, and she was sure the bastards was getting watered out. She waded through the blanket of white, the biting cold soothing to her itching legs that still recovered. The wound on her back was already scarred over, the fur growing back ever so slowly.

The trees had kept her company for some time now as she searched, whatever it was that they searched for. Artemisia never wandered too far, not far enough to hear a call at least from Oriana if need be. The ex-Hawkeye was not one to sit idly by, she was a woman of ambition, one to work and do something. She was no pampered princess, she never had been. If her position with Knife had been different, then maybe she would've been different. Maybe she would've been a commander to sit and watch. Life had been difficult, however. She wouldn't even let anyone heal her wounds. They would heal in time by themselves.

The red ex-Hawkeye drifted into a meadow, one pristine in white coverage and a bare willow stood in the near middle. She wondered if this would be full of grass by spring with wildflowers blooming all variant of vibrant colors. Her mind would only allow her to see red, the poppies flowing in the jungle breeze.

Shaking her head, Artemisia waded further in, curious about the tree. She did not see the opening, not until she was halfway through the meadow did she spot the dark mouth of a den. She paused, head held high and ears forward. Now that she stopped and took in her surroundings, there was a scent ever so familiar. Eyes intensely glared at the maw, expecting someone to emerge. One of dappled coat and seafoam eyes, a woman as cold as the snow surrounding them. The ire of the daughter lit aflame in her chest, the furnace igniting flames that licked her core. Before she knew it, Artemisia was in an offensive stance, a snarl ripping through her throat as teeth shined in the dull sun.

Flakes of snow silently fell, witnesses to what was to happen.

"Where are you..." she huffed between growls. "I know you're there..."

I know you're there.

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Give me a pen, call me "Mr. Benzedrine".

Posted by: Avinalora - February 07, 2019, 04:49:23 PM - Replies (6)

       A tiny figure padded from the jungle in sight of the pyramid and amongst the ruins. She was tiny for an Aviari, and for an Algerim by some standards. She was silver with a darker saddle that extended downwards in stripes. Her body was marked with black scars that covered most of her body, the most noticeable ones were the one across the empty eye socket of her left eye, the one on her right cheek, and the many scars stretching around her left hind leg which was held above the ground as she walked with a three-legged gait. Her long, green feathers matched her single green eye and her long, bottlebrush tail almost brushed against the ground as she walked. A silver ankh with wings and a smaller ankh carved into it hung around her neck on a black cord and a satchel clinked with her movements.

       Avinalora had just returned from her herb-gathering trip into the forest. She had always been an early riser and found getting up with the sun was natural for her - it could also be her aching leg - and often completed these trips before the sun was high in the sky. She moved slower than she used to so having a lot of time was beneficial to her. The Algerim didn't dally on getting back because as her mother always said, "A healer must always be ready".

       As usual, the winter wraith's visage was always set into the beginnings of a scowl and close to glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to gain her notice. She didn't give a damn what other people thought of her or what they would say about her, reputation be damned. She had patched them up or healed them sometime in the past or would have to do so in the future.

       The argent healer padded into some well-kept ruins that were near the Pyramid and became her clinic of sorts. She had a smaller living quarters above the clinic that had two entries from inside the clinic or outside, hidden expertly with ferns. Moss and ivy clung to the stone, some hanging off to create a curtain for the entrance however it was clear that it was occupied when the small Aviari pushed the vines aside to made the entrance more visible.

       The silver Cardinal dropped off her satchel near the wall where she stored herbs and other medical supplies with a as a slab of stone that served as a table between them. The opposite wall had a couple of beds for patients that needed to stay overnight - something that wasn't usual now. It was lit by a small stone fireplace with a natural chimney to let the smoke out. There were only some hot coals that the healer would have to remedy later.

       The moonwashed medic sat down at her stone slab table and pulled out a journal with the word "Inventory" scratched across its leather cover and began cataloging her current inventory with the new additions from her latest trip. A small pine marten with fur that was silvery instead of its natural hues crept from her hole. The monochrome female flicked her ear in acknowledgement and the small creature joined her on the table.

OOC: If anyone needs a healer or any Cardinals want to meet her, then that would be cool~ Or if anyone's nosy then come an annoy her I guess.

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a perpetrator with a quill [Crystallines]

Posted by: Miriam - February 05, 2019, 09:30:27 PM - Replies (3)

M i r i a m

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She had stood there, unable to move within the dim light of the parlor room. She had called out to him, surprised and irritated at his mad dash to escape the temple. They were not finished with the ritual yet. She sill had to interpret what he saw. She took this very seriously, as a true Aviari should.

But the mark on his head stopped her in her tracks.

It was the mark of a leader, a mark bestowed on an individual by the gods who deem them worthy. The shape was unmistakable. She knew what she saw.

And yet, it just couldn't be true.

The Crystalline woman fought a raging battle inside herself, a civil war. One side knew that the gods' word was law, and that whatever they say, goes. Yet, the opposing side could not fathom (or refused to) that an outsider would be destined as the new Phoenix. He was still just a boy. He was not Aviari. He was not one of them. A true Aviari was more than capable of leading the tribe. They were capable of picking up the pieces that splintered during the conflict. Why did they need an outsider? An OUTSIDER. Just another common wolf. What was so special about him?

Claws repeatedly scrapped against stone as Miriam weighed all this in her mind. Her blood was boiling underneath ruffled feathers. This...this wasn't right. It couldn't be...there must have been a mistake. Yes. Or an accident. But the gods never made accidents....

There was no helping it. She knew what she needed to do, and immediately. No time to wait. Sprinting into the tunnel, she hurried as quick as she could through the darkness. This wasn't the first time she had been inside the temple, and she anticipated when the stairs would arrive and when it would flatten out into the long stretch to the outside world. Eventually, a rectangle of light appeared, beckoning her to join the living. Not stopping, she whisked through the entrance and ran straight to her cozy den amid mossy rocks and thick foliage.

"Kai? Saline?" she panted out, catching her breath as she cooed out the names of her beloved companions. Within seconds, the weasel (now a brilliant white with his winter coat) and the blue tree snake appeared from the between the rocks, scurrying and slithering over to the woman. She greeted them with nuzzles, but quickly got down to business.

"My dears," she began, her voice gentle, hiding the calamity of emotions raving inside her. "I need you to deliver a message. I am calling a family meeting." Miriam gave a pointed look at them. Kai and Saline looked at each other, curious yet holding a sense of anxiousness. Whatever this was, it was urgent, which meant it couldn't be good. "I need you to visit the homes of every Crystalline. If they're not home, seek them out." Her tone was still gentle, but now it held weight. Kai and Saline sat a little taller, anxious, yet ready to carry out the task.

Miriam leaned down and gave each another affectionate nuzzle. "Be safe, my loves. And stay hidden." Miriam wouldn't put it past other bloodlines to strike her beloveds just to spite her. She knew she wasn't well liked among others outside her own family, but that didn't bother her. What did bother her was how dangerous it was for her companions because of her reputation. However, she was prepared to defend them with everything she had.

"I'll be here. Now go, quickly." She ushered them away, weasel and snake swiftly disappearing in the undergrowth as they set off in search of the Crystallines.

Taking a seat next to her rocky den, she awaited the arrival of her family. Normally, she would have prepared tea for the meeting, but this was urgent. No time for gallantries. They had much to discuss.

ooc: This is for all Crystallines! Come, my pretties. We must gossip.

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The Shula Region

Posted by: nixnight - February 05, 2019, 10:05:28 AM - No Replies

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Why Do I Keep Counting? [Aysu]

Posted by: Batzorig - February 05, 2019, 02:05:42 AM - Replies (1)

He tracked through the tropics, eyes down, careful of his step. Rough directions he followed, trying to find the Crafter he heard of. He'd done well defending the pack, served dutifully and kept to himself otherwise; a bit of reward was deserved. (Encouraged-- loudly, by those few he kept company with.)
Eventually (or inevitably), he caught whiff of wolf, and a glance up from his own paws revealed this was the one he was looking for. "... Hello," the lion started self-consciously. "Are you Aysu?"

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BIANDRI: A Fantasy Canine RPG

Posted by: morph - February 04, 2019, 10:13:08 PM - No Replies

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first flight

Posted by: Kukulkan - February 04, 2019, 09:29:56 PM - Replies (5)

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      He was sprinting, long after he felt the strain in his muscles, long after hearing Miriam's voice call his name.

      He was burning, inside and out. The fire in his head muted his thoughts, but it projected the panic that had since consumed him and left him flying out of the temple's maze-like entrance. Debris flew up as paws pounded against the jungle soil, flinging himself farther and farther away from the hellfire that had consumed him. Hot tears flooded his eyes and were whipped away just as quickly, the air harsh against his face as he flew across the terrain. He rounded about ruins here or there, stumbling on roots or disheveled bricks disguised under moss, but he kept sprinting.

      Images of his family aflame, burning and bleeding, were heavy in his mind as Kukulkan increased the distance between himself and the temple. His face still stung from the fire beast's slashing, but he hadn't the time or thought to stop and deal with it. Instead the blood raced up his face, getting in his eyes until the young male was forced to stop. Dark paws fumbled over the slippery forest floor as he found a small brick stairway ruin, leading down to a small stream. Lungs heaving, eyes blinking, he followed them down, stumbled up to the waters, and plunged his head in deep.

      For a split second he savored the cool relief, only to feel his trembling limbs slip and his let his whole body collapse into the stream.

      All at once the waters wiped his mind, and he quickly kicked out to pull himself to the surface, breathing the first deep breath since he'd first laid his eyes on that dripping, flame-quenched beast. Hauling himself over the edge, K sprawled himself into a seated position, coughing and hacking until he managed to get his wheezing breaths under control. This place... it housed devils. No wonder, seeing with how small and frail the inhabitants were. But the inhabitants themselves didn't seem to be cruel, or cold, and the land itself was incredible. But what...

      No. Too many questions, it hurt his head, which he now realized was still bleeding. The cool stones beneath his paws, drenched in water, began to accumulate red drops in the most hypnotizing manner. K sat there, head hanging, answers missing, filled with a fire and a fear he'd never housed before - and now they'd made themselves at home.

      "Fuck..."

ooc: open rp set directly after his trial w/ miriam.

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'Cause Someone Told Me That Kings Never Die [Kukulkan]

Posted by: Aine - February 04, 2019, 09:14:28 PM - No Replies

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She'd gone missing.

Well, not really.

It happened shortly after the new arrivals had come to El Dorado- they had come and Aine had been tasked with guarding the border, only to make a fool of herself by harping on her own team for not alerting her to the newcomers. It was embarrassing and it was extremely unthinkable in the hindsight that she would find herself that controlling of any situation, let alone that.

Since that day, newcomers had begun flowing in and out of El Dorado's borders- it kept the Roc busy tending to her flock and watching them carefully from behind the shadows. She didn't want to interfere- she wanted to let her own do their job instead of taking it upon herself to interject at every turn. And Aine was right- they had done a great job at that. It took her stepping back from controlling the situation to watching it for her to understand that trust was a big factor in her life now as a Roc, and that she needed to make sure she could trust them. And she could.

So she slowly began to walk along the borders again, ears perked and listening to every whisper that entered her ears. Talk about the newcomers had spread; talks about one of them taking the trials and becoming leader. Kukulkan, was it? She'd remembered him, of course, from their wistful meeting at the borders to his swift leading to his trials, but she hadn't seen much of him since. To be fair, she hadn't seen much of anyone since- her entire life drowning in her work as she tried to reinstate her honor with her family for having wronged them so terribly that day.

"...as a rank lead, I'd like to believe that you should know who your larks are, after all, it's your rank to head."

Her talks with Itai shortly after their newcomers had appeared left her frazzled and upset. He was right after all, in some sense, but his smugness was what had gotten to her the most. She had been new to this, and she had failed on her first attempt at being a Roc- it had been a long, overdue time to learn and know who her fledglings were. After all, if they couldn't trust her- how was she expected to lead and keep her pack safe?

Yet as she wandered through the dense forest, the feathered Roc felt that there was still one for whom she desperately needed to see. If he was to be their new King, then it was imperative that Aine made arrangements to speak with him. He would need to trust her the way she learned to trust her Larks, and there was only one way to begin that trust: open communication.

"We can't afford weak links."

Aine's face pulled back in to a snarl as Itai's words stung her brain as she made her way further in to the jungle. Perhaps, if she were lucky, she would find him near the springs. It was a beautiful place that many seemed to flock towards, and even if Kukulkan wasn't there, she'd at least enjoy a moments peace. Yet as she approached, a figure stood in the distance and her heart dropped a bit. She inhaled slowly as she took a step towards him, her head lowering in to a respectful bow.

"My King," she said as she came up behind Kukulkan, eyes watching him before she looked down to the ground, "do you have a moment to spare an audience?"

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Winners Never Quit

Posted by: Tugtupite - February 04, 2019, 11:56:27 AM - Replies (9)

Tug

'There is nooooooo way this is as hard as those pricks at The Guild make it out to be to tame a companion’ The adolescent Aviari wolf was pissed. He had attempted yet again to acquire a pet from the market and yet again he had been turned away, was his linage not enough?? How could it not be?? His father was a stunning example of a Crystalline! Granted he had not been blessed the with that vibrant plumage, ‘If I had feathers like Pearle I’m sure they would’ve given me anything I wanted.’ His eyes narrowed as a mental picture of his younger half sibling strolled into his brain. In his mind Tug would bad mouth any member of his family, but he had learned to keep those thoughts in his head. He had a knack for not only doing dumb things, but saying dumb things also, and the elders of his family tree were not scared to put him in his place for his misdeeds.

Onward and away from the pyramids the boy trekked, head lowered leveling his spine and tail lifted to keep the straight line from pink nose to the off-white tips of his tail. Tug had it dead set where he was going and what he was going to accomplish. Just around the corner on his way here he had seen a sloth, and now it was going to be his.

Sure enough when he came to the tree he had spotted the sloth in, it was still there, only having had traveled a few more yards up the trunk from where it was first spotted. The obstacle that would be the hardest to over come would be the tree in which it was in. Tall thin roots sat above the ground and weaved away from the trees trunk. This trees trunk also wasn’t in his favor, it wasn’t rounded, but rather it had many hard angles that all just tied into each other. Tugtupite knew he could use the angled slopes of the roots to his advantage, if his balance didn’t fail him.

He circled the tree and tired his best to find a slope that would be best to help him scale up the tree and get to the sloth, but there wasn’t a single root positioned perfectly below the bum of his hopefully soon to be animal companion. Tug lined himself up with one that was the best choice, backed himself up a few strides and burst forward. Quickly he found out walking on narrow line was not easy at all. Only tree paws touched root before he tangled himself up in his own feet and wiped out. Face first he smacked the root, his canine leaving a slight gouge to the bark and a smear of blood as the tree bit him back and scraped his gum.

Hard headed? Or committed to success? I’m not sure, but the boy got back to his feet, rolled his tongue across his teeth and spat out the blood. Again he went, this time making it closer to the trunk, but still eating shit. Another run, another fall. His pelt was disheveled now, leaves and dirt clung to him, his mouth had ceased bleeding, but now he had scuffed front left and rear right paws from his tumble. Winners never quit, and this boy wasn’t about to submit.

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Gimmie that magic water ((PRP; Sanguine))

Posted by: Caprice - February 04, 2019, 10:58:19 AM - Replies (2)

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The help had changed her week, whatever Pulsar had begrudgingly concocted... It was a life saver. It could have been water and Caprice would have believed that it was magic. The starry Aviari had gained a buddy, and today that bright little thing rushed along to find her again. To show her the feathers atop her head that had casings almost come off, from the reflection she'd seen, they were pretty feathers.

Not to toot her own horn. She was proud, they looked like her Mum's feathers. With speckles like Dad's. Whatever they had been, she was proud to have some resemblance to them. Today she wasn't up to all that much, she wanted to find Pulsar and ask her questions about her herbs and the pathways she'd led her through.

But... Cappy couldn't remember the way, feeling so irritated and unwell had made her barely pay attention to where they'd been before getting there. The small half feathery and half pin feathered Fledgling wandered out to the edge of some water, booted a small stone into the water and plopped down with a dramatic huff.

Bottom lip sticking out in a sulk. What the hell.

Open to all Sanguine bloodlines!

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