Noctis
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Alphess
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Post by Alphess Wren on Feb 4, 2019 23:38:38 GMT -8
M O U N T A I N S I D E • S T R E A M
Through the cleft between two mountain peaks, a river derived from a slowly melting glacier winds through a small valley. The waters are frigid and fast-moving, and the occasional boulder from the river bank will roll into the flow and be carried a short distance. The water is fresh, the mountains on either side of it blocking out the ash from the plains burning on the other side. A population of freshwater fish inhabits the stream, swimming upstream every year to breed. The winding stream is generally private due to the steep slopes on either side. When heavy rain falls, the banks of this river can easily overflow and become treacherous. This passage connects Mortiul and Ignasia, but it is much longer than the cave system beneath another area of the mountains.
H U N T I N G
G U I D E
Seldom seen Hard to catch
S M A L L • G A M E
Rats & Mice - Crustacean - Small Fish - Ground Birds
When it comes to small game, the player can choose whether or not their wolf makes the kill. Please keep in mind that a wolf does not make a successful kill every time, usually a best two out of three. Also, please note the territory you are hunting in and the prey listed. This is an exposed, rocky, territory with minor cover, so prey will be pretty difficult to sneak up on. Please keep it realistic.
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C O M P E T I T I O N
  
Grizzly Bears - Coyotes - Foxes - Badgers
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2019 18:43:29 GMT -8
The stream had a peaceful air to it. She couldn’t say the same of much nowadays, but the brook — that was alright. It bore just the sort of serenity she’d craved. Bobbing waves provided the privacy she thought she’d never see again, gentle enough to hold tangible conversation, but loud enough to ensure no eavesdropping could occur. A necessity, especially with wolves like Quentin lurking near and one she would silently appreciate. It hadn’t iced over entirely, much to her tepid relief, flowing with frosted chunks of ice. Enough water to go fishing and have a tiny chat to boot, but not enough that her pups would drown if left unattended. Besides, the leaders— Zayn, Lotus, Rome —had sense, and were naturally wary of the odd and unknown. They’d prevent their siblings from getting themselves into trouble. As they approached the riverbank, she could hear faint, approaching footsteps. Stanley must’ve risen to follow them. Languidly, she lowered her puce haunches, settling down with a rare, entirely relaxed expression. “Go—al-o-o-ng,” she instructed softly, gazing upon her gathered brood with uncharacteristic warmth. “Play. Ha-av-e fun. Go-o-o—” Her mind reeled miserably as she attempted to remember whatever it was that pups would do to distract themselves, whatever adults would say to get them out the way. Regardless, the seven were smart enough to know that this sort of freedom would not come again to them this easily. They departed on their own adventures with proper haste, prepared to make the most of this odd familial excursion. For a moment, as she watched them whisk away to play their guiltless, puerile games, she almost felt they were hers. Almost— and then, with a certain glint of their eyes, or pitch of their laugh —it vanished. “Stan—ley,” She snarled. “Lo-ook at th-e-em.” Miyako blankly stared ahead, her tawny maw twitching in spaced intervals as her eyes flared. “Poison. Noo-thing. I can do-o-o.” She panted, sides flaring as she lost herself in visions of the carnage they’d bring, the chaos they’d cause, the lives they’d end. “He is alre-ea-dy insi-ide them. In-fe-cting them. Twis-ting them-em. Good today,” she paused, shuddering in horror. “Not to-mor-row. They are li-ike him. Sick. I ca-an smell it.”“Stan—ley,” She gasped, sinking low to the ground as her voice tapered down to a harsh rasp. “Please—help—me. I’m goi-ing to kill the-em. Gra-ab scruffs, hold ben-ea-eath wate-er. The-en,” She gave a garbled whine. “Only way—to—fix—them. Aft-er,” She gave a low, hysterical laugh as her gaze widened. “You ca-aan ki-ill me. Sa-ay you saw me-e wi-th them. Tri-i-ed to-o sto-op me. Was lef-ft no cho-oice when I atta-ac-acked.” She smiled, perfectly satisfied, a moment’s tranquility finding gaunt features. “Sa-ave them. Save me-e. Win pra-aise. Perfect, do-on’t you think?”
Tagged: Zayn @tayla @myles @rome Hound Apprentice Mutt Lotus @stanley OOC: Just to make sure we're all completely clear, Miyako is whispering to Stanley. Her children will likely be at a sufficient enough distance that they shouldn't overhear. Don't worry though! No puppers will die, she's just having a hard time and isn't exactly in her best state of mind. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2019 22:50:09 GMT -8
Stan made his way into the stream, checking time and time again for anyone following his trail. Koga, Marusya and all of those sick bastards seemed almost omnipresent now, and paranoia was filling his head. But, the male managed to pull through the mental urge to just go back from where he came and forget all about this, to just play along their twisted game. The idea of giving up for a second time was tempting, safe but it wasn't the right thing to do, the mexican grey knew as much.
Eventually, the male saw her, finally. Miyako was there, on a small high point, casually and passively watching her offspring run around and play by the river as if everything was okay. Stan walked slowly to her side, sitting on the ground, sharing the view with the female. "I don't think you called me to fish, Miyako.". The bitch never took away her gaze over the pups, making sure each and every one of them was safe, even from so far away.
“Lo-ook at th-e-em. Poison. Noo-thing. I can do-o-o.” said the female, with at straight yet almost disgusted expression on her face. “He is alre-ea-dy insi-ide them. In-fe-cting them. Twis-ting them-em. Good today, Not to-mor-row. They are li-ike him. Sick. I ca-an smell it.”. Stan, despite the fact that it saddened him, deep down knew that the slave was probably right. These are Koga's offspring after all, whom are being raised to be like him if not even worse.
For the first time in the conversation, the female landed her eyes upon the male, smiling to the latter's surprise. "Stanley Please—help—me. I’m goi-ing to kill the-em. Gra-ab scruffs, hold ben-ea-eath wate-er". The male took a few step backs, horrified both at the horrid, twisted proposition. Stan just couldn't believe how far their masters had managed to carve into Miyako's skull. "The-e only way—to—fix—them. Aft-er, you ca-aan ki-ill me. Sa-ay you saw me-e wi-th them. Tri-i-ed to-o sto-op me. Was lef-ft no cho-oice when I atta-ac-acked. Sa-ave them. Save me-e. Win pra-aise. Perfect, do-on’t you think?”
Stanley just stood there, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say, what expression to have, not doing anything but breath and contain the urge to get the hell out of there, get away from this psychotic bitch and not look at her again. But, right when he was feeling morally obligated to get the kids out of their deranged mother's sight, he considered it. Maybe it's the most merciful thing I could do.... None of them would have to suffer, not anymore. Hell, they could even make sure to do it quickly and painlessly. The mexican grey looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, finally making up his mind.
Looking at the small bodies, playing around in the dirt, the make finally spoke, copying the female's original words. "Look at them, Miyako. Look at them play..." he paused, taking another second to just think carefully his next words. "...They are just kids. Despite everything that happens around them, the scent of fear, sadness, blood and death, they play around...like puppies". Stanley finally got the courage to look at the slave right on her eyes. "Because, that's what they are. Innocent, pure and naive children, Miyako. Your offspring, your flesh and blood", the male paused, trying to delete the mental images of himself riping their little bodies apart "They deserve a better future...You deserve a better future..."
"We can't give up. Not after everything they've done and what they will continue to do. We can't let them win, not without a fight." he stated, with determination fueling his heart. "They broke us, they made us participant of things that we may never be able to move on from, let alone ever forget..." said the male, pausing and looking at the pups again. "...We must not let those bastards touch those children. We need to get them out."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2019 8:06:40 GMT -8
“Look at them.”Stanley’s command practically carved itself through her ears, unwelcome and uninvited. She painfully shuddered, recoiling at the prospect of potentially seeing his face cruelly flash upon their own youthful ones. Yet she obliged, sifting her somber gaze forwards in search of something good, something that would make their lives worth living. If not internal, perhaps physical. She quietly stared, sanguine eyes searching desperately before she finally saw it — Myles had Yuna’s eyes. Tayla bore her mother’s face and form. Rome was remarkably similar to herself as a child, small and sorrel and oddly elegant. She took a moment to marvel, take in the faces of those she had once held dear. Surely they wouldn’t have returned to her (if they indeed had) as something malicious? Yuna, Momma, and Miyako: oh, how she missed them! Now that she had seen a glimmer, she couldn’t bring herself to quite tear away her gaze, breathlessly watching Stanley’s perfect, lovely picture of what they could be. Look.He whispered of wonderful things he’d seen: innocence, loveliness, purity. Everything she had once had herself — how long ago that must’ve been! She couldn’t quite compress her suspicions otherwise, but if she maybe squinted, perhaps it was there. Myles’s tender devotion towards Tayla, Hound and Mutt’s passionate, mutual loyalty — perhaps, just perhaps such could be considered goodness. But in the same breath, was it devotion, or codependency, loyalty, or obsessiveness? She could never completely be certain, knowing full well any path was potentially open. She could sense it already, how their minds would morph the moment their vision turned vile, as their father’s had, the second they tasted another wolf’s entrails. If they could truly be considered innocent now, which they did seem, then it could last so long. Only a matter of time before they would have to be weaned and begin adjusting to blood, harshly battling for their meals in the way Mistress’s litter had. Only a matter of time before they were apprenticed, assigned to a master as savage and sadistic as Mister deemed fit to begin twisting their minds to sate her agenda. Only a matter of time before they could no longer be considered hers in any sense of the term; absolutely, wholeheartedly reminiscent of the one that made them. "They deserve a better future...You deserve a better future..." Miyako unintentionally scoffed at Stanley’s prospect. Such an idea was inherently demented, the delusions of a dying animal in its final crazed flashes of consciousness. Their futures comprised whatever Master wished they would. To imagine they’d any sort of say at all in his matters; why, such was lunacy, it was incomprehensible, it was lovely; god, was it lovely. “We can’t give up,” Stanley urged, his formerly deadened, featureless expression blazing with something resembling spirit. He spoke of pain, of trauma, casually discussing the dozen or so tortures they had both been subjected to since they first arrived here at Ignasia, and yet he spoke of them as merely a matter of their past, as if they would never again occur and they were liberated. She too recalled when she had hoped. Such a silly, abstract thought had passed when she realized she was pregnant, little more than one of the tall, fanciful tales she’d tell her children to placate them. And yet here it was before her, blazing so beautifully and brilliantly as though it had never once left. "We must not let those bastards touch those children. We need to get them out." Stanley decided, fully determined. “Stan—ley,” She rasped, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she too would begin to believe things beyond destiny. “How? You kno-ow I’d love to-o, but you’ve se-e-en what hap-pens when—,” She froze, shaking with surreal terror. “Tha-at’s why they we-re b-or-orn. I—kept—running.” Breath suddenly balked from her lungs as she gasped softly, attempting to calm her thundering heart. "I wa-ant too, I want to-oo, I want too, bu-ut I do-on’t thi-in-ink we ca-an.” She gave a wavering, crackling whine, grinding her pulsing head against the riverbank snow as she grieved. God, did she want, had she dreamed of running, but it was impossible, unless— “Your plan?”@stanley Zayn @tayla @myles @rome Hound Apprentice Mutt Lotus
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Pup
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Post by Zayn on Mar 6, 2019 15:26:31 GMT -8
PUP ZAYN
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IGNASIA
Zayn wondered away from his mother almost immediately. The new male in the area, Stanley, barely held his interest as he began to try and find places to hide away at or places adults couldn't get into. Coming to a tree, some roots had been unplaced by weather and underneath them was some space. However, one would have to have a tiny, wriggly body to get to that space.
Ignoring his mother and her friend, he began to take his tiny paws and dig away at snow and dirt until he was able to squeeze his front half in. Before going all the way inside he turned to find the duo he enjoyed the most. Myles and Tayla, they shouldn't be too far behind as they came here together.
Spotting his favorite pair he yipped at them to hurry up over. "Look," he would quip, "A nice little hidey hole for us to play in and stay warm." With their approval he would nod for the two to go in first before he would shove his larger little frame inside. The area was cramped but it would prove a safe little heaven from the outside forced.
There was at least enough room to wriggle around in, but that would do for Zayn. He would move more dirt out until it was comfortably big enough. Whether the others would help was up to them but he would work around them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2019 0:20:38 GMT -8
The female had listened to his pseudo-speech closely, although not without her fair share of scoffing. Though, eventually, something lit up on the broken female's eyes. Something that had been missing for a while now, like sunshine passing through a storm's dark clouds. Miyako was not only paying attention, she was also beginning to believe. But it would take more than that, as the she wolf may well be two steps from full insanity, yet she was not naive, not anymore.
“Your plan?” asked the she-wolf, twitching against the ground, yet managing the focus enough on the subject at hand to make a coherent and competent question. Such an important question, that Stanley did not have the answer to. He chuckled, finding funny the fact that he just didn't know how to pull such feat off. Was there even a chance for them to come on top? The male scoffed, and laid down on the grass, right beside his barely sane partner-in-crime, watching the pups still playing, barely realizing he probably had just saved their lives.
"I..." the male started, doubt being easily noticeable on his voice, having trouble forming the words. "I don't even know what we could do..." answered the mexican grey, looking down at the ground in shame. After he left his soul into that speech, after letting out so much anger and grief, was he going to let those meaningful words be driften away by the wind? The male looked at the prisoner, seeing a deteriorated she-wolf, a true husk of a living being. Yet he could distinguish her dim, yet very alive hope, almost surrounding her like a powerful aura. The image inspired him, it gave Stanley courage to keep going. "However, I do know they wouldn't expect anything coming from us", stated the male, lifting his own gaze back into the female's eyes.
"What could a failed attempt at a third executioner and an insane breeder do?" rethorically asked the male, with a slight pinch of irony on his words, standing up tall, piecing together a plan. "Remember everything they've said about us, Miyako. All the insults, the passive agressive words, their expressions, how they always think they can do whatever they want", stated Stanley confident on the impact of his words "They think we are too broken to even try, they've even left us alone to do as we please on their own common grounds."
"Imagine, who would see coming that, at the dead of night, the weakest members of the pack would just leave on their own accord?" asked the male, rethorically yet again. "Koga and Marusya think they've broken us to the point of dependency, and for a while it has been so. But, now?", he stated, making a small pause, "Now we just know better.
We can't just leave, though. I'm more than sure that wheter it's the black or the white one, Koga's pawsuckers will be on our tails if we were to try to sneak out directly through the outskirts. Mortiul is weaker though, it's lost various of it's members on the way here, even their salutary. We could use the caves to sneak out into their packlands, and run out into the forest", he finished, sighing, with his stomach twisting inside. No going back now, they were finally going to betray their captors. "What do you say?".
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Nothing is what it seems.
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Post by Lotus on Apr 6, 2019 23:49:12 GMT -8
What was that Quentin I saw just now? Lotus couldn't stop thinking of the fearsome maned wolf snapping his jaw at her just awhile ago. She knew she saw him there. He was there. He couldn't just have evaporated into air, could he? "Noooooo? Thilly," Lotus could still hear Myles' reply clearly in her head. The young one was as befuddled as ever. “Go—al-o-o-ng. Play. Ha-av-e fun. Go-o-o—” their mother's husky voice broke Lotus' train of thoughts. She gazed up at her mother, a little shocked by relaxed expression settled on her face. She had never seen her mother that calm before. Lotus secretly wondered whether their mother was hiding something from them, under that soft, warm gaze, was there something else? Lotus wanted to stay behind, and listen to the conversation between the adults. Maybe she could learn some truth from it. However, there was no way Lotus could risk getting caught snooping around. She still needed to keep her "well-behaved pup" record up, not wanting to lose to Zayn. So, along with the others, she decided to grab this rare opportunity to go out and have some fun. Lotus turned to her clique, looking towards Hound and Mutt before turning to Rome, their natural leader. "So, what do ya say, Rome?" she asked, wagging her tail excitedly. "Maybe we can go fishing? As what Mum had said at first."Hound Apprentice Mutt @rome |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 19:45:40 GMT -8
As the big big family finally stopped their hike, Myles, still feeling quite happy thanks to Tayla, bounced away as soon as Momma said that he could. Zayn was over digging a nice big hole, maybe he would let Myles help! "Look, a nice little hidey hole for us to play in and stay warm," his big brother chirped as he waited for them to get into his new fun place. With a yip of joy, Myles dove right in. He was tiny, but that just meant more space for him! "Idee ole," he whispered once he was curled up in the space with his siblings. Even if he was small, Zayn's nice hidey hole was feeling really really cozy. Not that he didn't like being nice and warm and cuddled, but it was a liiiiiiittle bit hard to breathe. As Zayn seemed to realize this at the same time, Myles bounded up out of his laying position and towards the entrance. He wiggled quickly past his brother, thinking that he would be able to get more dirt out of the way from out there as Zayn moved it from inside. However, that plan backfired when the little pup received five ceremonious pawfuls of dirt to the face. Squealing in glee, Myles' mission to help Zayn was quickly thrown away as he began to roll in the excavated dirt, shoving pawfuls of it around all over the place (but not at Zayn because he was super nice!). A chime-like laugh rang out from the young pup as he stomped around the snowy dirt with the grace of a sleepy bear. What fun it was! He didn't have a care in the world! Zayn @tayla |
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Post by Hound on Apr 8, 2019 15:06:32 GMT -8
Hound followed Mutt blindly, who at the same time, followed the rest of the family towards the stream. The pup seemed calm, characteristically quiet, but inside, he felt disturbed. As the group approached it's destination, he felt like something or someone was watching them, tracking them down wherever he decided to go. The phenomenon wasn't exactly new to the months old wolf, but he still couldn't get used to it, let alone gaining up the courage to let anybody else now, nor his parents, nor his siblings. Eventually, the pups scattered to play around the stream, and as always, the brown pup followed Mutt around, meeting up with two of his siblings, Rome and Lotus. "So, what do ya say, Rome?" asked Lotus, excitedly. "Maybe we can go fishing? As what Mum had said at first," she stated, looking at her older sibling. Upon the suggestion, Hound walked forwards, getting closer to the stream, watching it carefully, feeling the breeze and the small, freezing drops of water that jumped from its source onto his fur. The pup had gotten as close as he could without falling into it, examining his own reflection, watching as the movement of the water tampered it, transformed it. This is cool.
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
Male
6 months
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on Apr 18, 2019 18:56:29 GMT -8
Mutt's bright eyes watched Rome for a few seconds, waiting for some kind of answer, but his attention was dragged away by the movement of his brother behind him. The male pup turned his head quickly to watch Hound, refusing to break his line of sight on his brother, inching closer and closer to get a closer peak at what he was doing. "Fishing sounds nice, or we could play a game! Y'all could hide and then Hound and I will come find you! We would win, no doubt." Mutt's chest puffed out as he watched his sisters, narrowing his eyes in a friendly, definitely noticeable, challenge. There was no way the two could refuse without admitting defeat in someway, at least that's how it went through Mutt's mind, even if no one else thought so, but in the end Mutt knew whatever Rome decided he would follow, so he left the final decision up to her. Hound @rome Lotus |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2019 16:18:09 GMT -8
"I..."
Whatever hope she had snuffed itself out instantly. She didn’t even have to listen to the rest of Stanley’s sentence. The truth was that he didn’t have the slightest idea. The truth was that despite their desperate, half-crazed delusions, despite their daily dreams of the wonderful, marvelous world in which Ignasia and Mortiul and maniacs didn’t exist, such was their reality. Stanley’s faltering, troubled face worded it more eloquently than he could have ever hoped to. Pity sputtered, purveying stubbornly against what otherwise would be cool, unfeeling calm. She was numb to most, to the whines of whimpering pups, to the slaves’ raspy, shallow breaths, to the course, rattling cackles of Beelzebub — but on chance occasions as this, she remembered what she had once been. It was all alright now, she assured him. Their futures were unchangeable works, subject to whatever odd whim their master gave mind to. She’d accepted it, the inevitable. Stanley wouldn’t allow her to kill her children or herself, and Master wouldn’t dream of releasing her. Her fate was to simply exist as she did now, placidly watching present and future litters fall to their father’s poison. There was nothing she could do. However, Stanley had an odd, rare opportunity to better himself in Master’s eyes, to garner status, approval, and favor. All he had to do was demonstrate unwavering allegiance. Perhaps, just perhaps, if Stanley could accept his lot in life as well, then— “They wouldn't expect anything coming from us." Stanley quipped offhandedly. Puce ears perked in subtle interest. That much was true. Her pregnancy had been a more than adequate first lesson in teaching her to remain submissive. However, this “hesitancy,” she’d have argued if she could speak, was rooted in realities. They couldn’t do anything, so why bother wasting resources in preventing actions they couldn’t take? She paid him mind with careful wariness, meeting his gaze as he ambled on. “Remember everything they've said about us, Miyako,” He whispered furiously, wrenching the worst of his memories from his mind. She hadn’t any need to do so. They were embedded within her, reverberating within rowan ears with every step to remind her that the only reason she walked was because Master, the ever merciful, allowed it. Her four limbs and unscarred face were blessings that’d been miraculously bestowed. At any second, they could be stripped away, but he’d been merciful enough to remind her daily of her ingratitude. Whatever would’ve become of her without his warnings? "They think we are too broken to even try.” Stan claimed. “They've even left us alone to do as we please on their own common grounds." She quietly shook her head, summoning the most coherent thought she’d had since Koga had first snatched her up. “They—think—because—it—is—truth.”"Imagine,” Stanley marveled, steering past her bleak sentiment. “Who would see coming that, at the dead of night, the weakest members of the pack would just leave on their own accord?” Stanley pressed on, passionately urgent. “Koga and Marusya think they've broken us to the point of dependency, and for a while, it has been so. But now? Now,” he breathed. “We know better.” He went on to piece together the faintest drabbest fragments of their plan, growing increasingly excited with every word. They would evade Cayden. Evade Ky by traipsing through the caves. Emerge and run for their freedom till every muscle screamed. It was insanity beyond anything she’d ever produced, but it was all they’d ever have, and the more she thought of it the more desperately she wanted— needed —to try. “What do you say?” He pressed her gently. What did she? “Trea—son.” She quipped, her maw twitching into something that might have once resembled a smile. “You kn-ow, th-e-ey’ll kill us if they ca-a-atch us-s. No, no, no, w-o-o-n’t be pretty.” She unconsciously shuddered at the thought. “Wo-ould you be-e r-e-eady?” For a moment, she lost herself in her fantasies, staring blankly ahead. “I wo-ou-ould. If we’re go-oing,” she wheezed, shakily rising to her paws. “They ne-eed to kn-ow.” She voiced a brash, shaky bar; a short, curt summoning call for her children to abandon their play and come to listen. “We-e are tel-lling secrets,” She rasped. “Mustn’t e-ever te-ell a soul. List-sten closely. Li-i-ives depend on i-it. One chan-ance.”Tagged: @stanley Zayn @tayla @myles @rome Hound Apprentice Mutt Lotus
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2019 18:23:51 GMT -8
Tayla bounded along with her brothers, the two that she favored more than the others. Her mother had told them to go play, but Tayla wasn’t sure if she really wanted to play. Instead, she kept close to Zayn and Myles, the two that she had been near when they entered the area. Her mother was off whispering with the male that had come along, his name being Stanley. She didn’t really care what they were talking about, it didn’t concern her, and her mother was much too scared to just say it aloud. Whispering only meant secrets, and Tayla was not fond of secrets. She moved towards her brothers, looking over Zayn’s little hidey hole that he had made. Myles tried pronouncing the words, missing a couple syllables that made it sound less intelligent that it would have been. But of course, he was still learning, and she couldn’t fault her brother on that. Instead, she watched from the side as Myles slipped in, and before long, returned back and out of the small den area. Before she could say anything to her brother, there was a flurry of dirt flung from the small hole. Myles was giggling and rolling around, playing in the dirt. A small smile came to Tayla’s face to see him happy and playing. She peeked her head into Zayn’s hole once he was done, and looked to see that there was definitely more room, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to yet again be kept away in a den. They always played in the den in the commons, a change of pace would be nice. “How about we go down near the water?” She asked them, looking towards the edge. “There’s mud down there,” She used this to tempt Myles down there, knowing that her brother couldn’t resist mud, especially if she were to create some. It may be winter, but the ice was still thin, and maybe if she broke it, she could get enough water to splash onto a patch of dirt for him. Trotting towards the river, she waited for the two to come with her, knowing that they either would, or wouldn’t. @myles Zayn @miyako @stanley |
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Post by Zayn on May 9, 2019 18:47:46 GMT -8
PUP ZAYN
OF
IGNASIA
Zayn was happy to dig the den for his two favorite siblings, the only two who understood him. Even though he was two months old he had always seen shadows move, and when he told this to his mother she shunned him. Only seeming to take him back in when Mistress ordered her to. At the time he didn't know much, he was just happy he got milk again. However, during that time Tayla and Myles stuck by him and went on strike with him. His mouth curved in a small smile at the short memory. Looking around, they had moved their way to the water's edge. But something kept him from following. Deep in the hole there was a voice.
"Hello?" He asked, pulling away, eyes a little scared.
"Do not.. be afraid," the voice was breathless, aged, withered. Unknowingly, Zayn moved back towards the hole, tail tucked underneath him. His puppy blues peered into the dark, before what looked like a small, black tentacle jerked out and wrapped itself around him. Went to scream but the tentacle curled around his mouth. He pulled away, breaking the tentacle and rushed towards Tayla and Myles, his little form slightly shaken. To onlookers, what had transpired was him talking to himself - if they were close enough to hear - and then running towards his siblings. He did not say anything, just pushed against Myles form for comfort. He had to be strong, for them.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2019 4:29:13 GMT -8
Dirt and snow and snow and dirt, it was all the same plastered onto a once clean body. But it was fun! He tackled the ground like it was a snake, he bit the ground like it was a snake, he spat out the dirt because it did not taste good or like snake. With a mouthful of chilly dirt, that's when Moma decided to call his attention with a bark. Of course, she had to know he was listening! Myles barked right back as he made his way over to her, putting only a tiny bit of distance between him and Tayla. His precious sister could never be too far away, or else he wouldn't really know what to do. “We-e are tel-lling secrets. Mustn’t e-ever te-ell a soul. List-sten closely. Li-i-ives depend on i-it. One chan-ance,” Moma's voice didn't make much sense at all. Secrets? What did they have one chance at? Moma was always so mysterious! Someone really super smart like Tayla would understand what she meant! Myles really didn't. His situational awareness wasn't the best of the litter. Instead, Myles barked again at his mother, a big smile on his face as he merrily tromped away back to his sister. “How about we go down near the water? There’s mud down there,” Tayla suggested as the smallest pup arrived ceremoniously back at the trio minus Zayn. His big brother was still in his hidey hole having fun. He'd have to come out soon! "Mud!" Myles exclaimed happily, fully ready to follow his sister down to the water even if there wasn't the promise of mud. Before he could really dig his greedy little paws into the mud like he had done with his ground snake, Zayn popped back out of the hidey hole. But instead of jumping into the mud like Myles was preparing to do, he dumped himself onto the smallest pup. "Umf, ovv plees. Hevvy," Myles squirmed against the contact, not understanding that his brother was using him for comfort. Rouge eyes played plinko between Zayn and Tayla, seeing what they would say or tell him to do next. That was the perfect way of things! @miyako @stanley @tayla Zayn |
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2019 6:10:43 GMT -8
Her children had ultimately failed to grasp the complexity of the situation. Normally, they were obedient to a fault, but now that she’d granted the oddly elusive opportunity to explore and play as pups should, they were less willing. A soft whine slipped through her teeth as she attempted to lock eyes with any one of her litter — Hound, Mutt, Rome, Myles — only to catch a glimpse of Tayla, the terribly, awfully clever, attempting to coax her brother away. Zayn followed, more than pleased to be considered part of their crowd. He would have never come to her willingly, even if called by name. Ever since her oldest had been born, she was certain, positive that he held a disdain for her, regarding her as the same broken, filthy bitch her master had. Miyako painfully shuddered as she attempted to bark, formulate something resembling the single, zinging syllable of his name in her mouth only to return entirely empty. No good. She adjusted her attention towards calling Tayla. If she could only summon her daughter’s attention, then, then perhaps she could maybe convince the rest of her siblings to come as well. Miyako hesitantly opened her maw, preparing to speak; and then, she caught a glimpse of her daughter’s overt distaste and remained forever silent. A tiny yip tugged her head downwards as Myles remained the only one of her pups to follow command. He listened, but she knew by the waggling, playful whisk of his tail that nothing had entered. Myles, dear, oblivious, ditsy Myles, only knew that she was silly, odd and unpredictable, and paid her almost as little mind as his older sister. He yipped, happily unaware of the horrors they’d face tonight, and trotted away to explore Tayla and Zayn’s freshly dug hole. Miyako trembled in terror at the thought. A mission entirely reliant on everyone’s obedience, everyone’s awareness, everyone’s willingness to listen above else, and not one of her seven pups could bother granting her the time of day. She would cry if she had something resembling tears left to shed. Instead, a wavering, rattling wheeze left her lungs, the remnants of a soft hopeless sigh. She turned vacantly to Stanley, already well-certain that no matter what he said, no matter what reassurance he gave, that they were welly and truly doomed to failure. Oh, she’d let him soothe, comfort, and claim that all would be alright as he always did, but she knew, and that was all that mattered. They were going to fail. Time Skip To: Night Fall As much as she had desperately hoped it wouldn’t, the sun had slipped further and further into the western borders, casting a cold array of pinks, oranges, and indigo across Mortiul’s sky. She had remained silent for some time now, allowing herself to imagine every consequence that could arise from capture. She couldn’t handle yet another litter, but she knew quite well she wouldn’t die. They had already spared her the mercy, no matter how much she begged, and cried and begged to be granted an alternative fate. No, no, as far as she was concerned, she existed to bear pups, litter upon litter to further her master’s putrid, vile progeny. They’d ensure that she never saw the light of day again, never so much as stuck her nose out the whelping den as long as she lived. They’d make her life as horribly, utterly, vilely miserable as they could, but she’d be spared the peace of death, and her litter would as well. Stanley, however, didn’t share her same certainty. He was but a slave, and a proven difficult one at that, and was subject to sacrifice. She’d reminded him repeatedly, assuring him and he didn’t have to help her, but he remained steadfast. She hoped, foolishly so, that if anything happened, that he’d be able to finally escape, with or without her litter. “Zayn,” She hissed softly, her voice assuming a cold authority her pups already knew meant something problematic. “Tayla, Rome, My—les, Hou-und, Lotus, come.” She commanded, straightening her stance as she rose to her paws. If her pups failed to comply, she’d grant a single, warning snap, flashing white fangs with a gratingly violent growl, promising definite pain and punishment if they ignored her a second time. “Li—sten. We-e are lea-aving toni-i-ight. All of us-s. From now on, you mu-u-ustn’t ma-a-ake a sound. Quiet.” She ordered her voice dropping to a whisper. “I will ca-a-arry you out to the bo-or-ders one at a ti-i-ime. In or-or-der of birth. Must st-ay-ay li-imp and si-i-i-lent.” She gently shook her mottled head. “Once se-e-et down, I will hi-i-ide. Stay there. Don’t mo-o-ve until,” she hissed, hardly able to fathom the possibility herself. “Un-til I co-ome back. Mu-u-ust ru-un out if da-ay or mo-or-ore passes. While I ca-a-arry one, rest of yo-ou must stay here wi-ith Stan—ley. He wi-ill watch yo-ou. Ta-a-ke care of you. Do-on’t leave his si-i-ight. Zayn,” she called softly as she walked up to her firstborn. “You fir-st. Are you r-e-eady?” Regardless of his response, she’d lean down and seize his sorrel scruff between her teeth, hoisting him up gently. “Stan—ley?” She called softly, looking over her shoulder as she trotted towards the borders. “Be ca-a-areful. Goodbye.” Zayn @tayla @myles @rome Hound Apprentice Mutt Lotus @stanley OOC: For any of those unaware, Miyako and Stanley are about to attempt their grand escape! Miyako will escape the borders with Zayn, but as she returns, she and Stanley will be ambushed by wolves for Mortiul/Ignasia, leaving her with just enough time to grab another pup ( Lotus) and run away. The other pups will be corralled by the ambushers and taken to the tournament ground to watch. Let me know if you have any questions concerning this! |
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