Blackfeather Woods i'm in a pressure today
All Welcome  June 04, 2018, 06:21 PM
Astara
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling

very few things held astara's attention for long. the squirrel that constantly outmaneuvered her, the split geodes that bore prismatic colors, the distant and deep depths of the swamps, and occasionally the sleepy life that stirred within. yet no discovery astara had made to date compared with the grim gravitas damien exuded -- somehow, he commanded all of her attention.

perhaps it was the dangerous air afforded to him, or the cutting glint of his pale eyes; astara might not have known he was her uncle, yet somehow, instinctively she felt as if he belonged in blackfeather the same way a tree grew uncontested in their realm. perhaps it was some biological pull that instructed the girl to set out that day, and curiously map the area in which she had seen her mother encounter him. astara knew very little of the world, but she knew enough of blackfeather that she found the borders easily enough -- unfortunately, at three months old the girl had no skill whatsoever in tracking, and set to pacing frustratedly back and forth where her mother had stood.

brother, sister too - do what you must do,
don't trust people you meet
they may promise you that the river ain't too deep.

June 05, 2018, 02:21 PM
Damien
Blackfeather Woods
Zeta


Morning pissing had never been as dull as that particular morning pissing. Damien was used to seeing, smelling and living the gore that used to decorate their borders, but that has history. Still unsure of why they'd made that choice, Damien decided to stalk by the path traced by their markings, reliving those times he'd mounted guard with Burke. He was sure the old man was gone by now and deeply regretted not having said more in their last meeting, but there were other things he could still do to honor his memory.

His thoughts went on and deeper, dragging out what was supposed to be a short stroll into a full patrol, and at some point his attention was kicked back into reality by the sight of a spiderling walking back and forth at what happened to be the exact spot at which he'd met with Relmyna at his arrival just a couple nights before.

Perhaps I could help looking? he barked after a few seconds observing from a distance, noticing how determined she seemed to be about finding that lost something. Damien was calm, sure of himself unlike he'd been the last time within the darkness of home.


June 06, 2018, 03:51 AM
Averna
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
The ghost child was much the same as her dark counterpart in many ways, and yet abundantly different in yet other ways. One thing that they both shared for certain was a child's attention span; the pale girl was as easily distracted as the dark one. Though others had given them names -- called them by names -- she did not use hers nor the dark one's. Often she would ignore the call of others, knowing they called her but finding it easier to pretend she did not understand. Words were slowly beginning to filter into her head but the pale child used little of this vocabulary herself.

She had followed the dark one, for there had been a purpose to that one's step that the ghost child could not ignore. Surely something interesting was going to happen. The ghost child had been distracted various times along the way but every time she'd seen the dark one's disappearing butt and realised that she was doing a following-of and pounced after.

Eventually the dark one reached a spot but only to do... seemingly nothing. The ghost child lingered for only a moment longer, fully intending to head somewhere more interesting because this was booo-ring, when suddenly someone else showed up. Someone new. Now, the pale child thought this interesting not just because he was new, but mostly because he looked almost exactly like the dark one. She approached the pair of them and stared at the big version of the dark one as she exclaimed in surprise: "Waow!"
June 14, 2018, 06:22 PM
Astara
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
her shortened muzzle trailed the debris, desperate, unskilled. the scents she identified were quick to fade from her attention - she lacked both the mental falculties and the experience in which to track old scents reliably. as she shifted through a patch of leaf-litter in frustration, a male's voice sounded -- spooked by the sudden noise (and subsequent sudden arrival) astara felt her little hackles climb as she jumped. her gaze settled on the materialized man - perhaps it was not so much that he had suddenly appeared, but that she had suddenly become aware of him.

cowed into muted subservience, astara's posture dropped in time for her pale sibling to come to the scene. instinctively she reached out to her sister, her tail beating slowly against her thin hips as she tilted her muzzle and looked curiously at the male's feet. she hadn't thought far enough ahead to exactly what she was going to do once she found him, and now that she found her older doppleganger, was suddenly aware of her poor planning.

seizing a stick from the ground, astara muttered quietly and paraded it in front of him with a shake of her head.

brother, sister too - do what you must do,
don't trust people you meet
they may promise you that the river ain't too deep.

June 15, 2018, 10:43 AM
Damien
Blackfeather Woods
Zeta


Damien became aware of another's presence, picking up the scent well before she decided to fully walk into the scene. Her scent was much like the other spiderling's in many ways. There was youth in it, and the smell of Relmyna thoroughly mixed, for which Damien deducted there was still more of that litter to see.

And there certainly was. Just as much Astara's raven-black hair and indigo eyes were clear signs of the Melonii heritage, the other's ghostly coat of white and the eyes to match were the other half of Damien's litter's genes that they didn't really talk about. Averna was the miniaturized image of Bane Blackfeather, and although he had long disappeared from Blackfeather Woods, the memory of his image was as fresh in Damien's mind as though he'd seen him yesterday.

Damien simply stood there, watching both girls for a moment with awe, just as impressed by their appearance as they were with his. It was only Astara's gesture that broke the trance, bringing a prop into the scene with a shake of her head that Damien interpreted as an invitation to play.

Is that what you've been looking for? asked the shadow prince raising a brow, and then lowers his head in what could be read as an acceptance of the previous proposal. Damien usually didn't commit himself to play, nor any kind of childish interaction, but these two brought around a feeling of being among family that Damien simply needed, and bonding was important this time.

A low growl sets the mood, and the dark prince takes slow, threatening steps towards the girls as though he was stalking them. His eyes though, shifting between the ghost and the shadow cubs, emanate the playfulness that Astara calls for with her invitation.


June 18, 2018, 07:19 AM
Averna
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
The pale child merely observed for a while, still amazed at the resemblance between the dark one and this larger version of her that had simply walked into the forest. She saw that he saw her and merely stood, a certain defiance in the way that she stood though she did not make eye contact with him.

Easily distracted, the pale child noticed the stick that the dark one had found and she let out a woof as she trotted towards her sister. Once more she was distracted when the large dark one lowered himself to the ground before the ghost child reached the dark one, and she turned to look at him. She too lowered the front of her body to the ground in an instinctively readied reaction to his invitation, and let out a cheerful woof to show that she was accepting the challenge while a white paw mowed the air playfully.
June 19, 2018, 07:26 PM
Astara
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
pleased by the stick held tight in her jaws, astara swung back towards damien in time to see him lurch forward; she froze, as if expecting some sort of attack from the intense creature -- but then he spoke a language she did understand -- play?

the girl's tail wagged fiercely, and she clumsily stepped towards him -- her attention diverted as averna issued a chipper woof in response. feeling quite cheerful to have both her sister and the wolf that she had been looking for willing to tumble, astara stretched her front legs in front of her, waved her haunches wildly, and let loose a quiet growl before she zoomed wildly off with the stick still held awkwardly in her teeth.


brother, sister too - do what you must do,
don't trust people you meet
they may promise you that the river ain't too deep.

June 25, 2018, 03:29 PM
Damien
Blackfeather Woods
Zeta


While Astara approached clumsily Damien remained in position wagging his tail as his head kept close to the ground, but he stood right up with a brusque jerk to stand stiff after Averna yelped accepting the challenge. A large, dark paw gently boops her pale head  with an awkward stretch while Astara dared closer with a growl. Damien bowed down once more, stomping the ground in front of her with his heavy paws before the dark child zooms away with the stick. He barks at Averna, challenging her to get her sister before him, and then he zooms off behind Astara himself. But the kid was fast! Damien struggled to keep up with her as she randomly curved away from his reach.


June 26, 2018, 01:22 AM
Averna
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
A few playful bats were exchanged left and right before the dark one suddenly moved away with the stick. Her mirror image wordlessly invited the pale child to fetch her, a thing she didn't need be told twice. The ghost rushed after the dark one with a spark in her white eyes and woofed playfully to let the dark one know she was coming.

Both pups were more versatile than the large dark beast, so it was easier for the ghost to keep up with the dark one than it appeared for him; every twist and turn was followed with agility and the ghost was keeping up fairly evenly, though not quite yet reaching the dark one as she had a head start.
July 08, 2018, 09:40 AM
Astara
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
if laughter was part of the language she commanded, astara might have cackled to see damien and her pale counterpart fumble after her.  she moved off on thin legs at a rough gallop, twisting as if drunk, with truly no plan save for keep the stick away at all costs.

yet all costs came at a cost -- her energy was brief and short-lived. she dodged and then bobbed, and when she bobbed the stick slipped from her grasp and the earth rose up to meet her as she tumbled wildly, flipping over a full three times before landing a spectacular distance away from her prized stick. she froze, eyes on averna, who was far closer to the toy than she -- and then launched in chase after her.


brother, sister too - do what you must do,
don't trust people you meet
they may promise you that the river ain't too deep.

July 08, 2018, 01:56 PM
Damien
Blackfeather Woods
Zeta


being that big meant that dealing with momentum was a harder task. Damien veered when the girls did, but his movements weren't as agile as theirs. Astara had the lead while Averna easily kept up with her. Damien was behind them but winning wasn't really a priority for him. You may call it familial pride, but Damien saw his nieces potential just by looking at them. While Cicero had never been an athletic creature, he and Relmyna had good genes, and their daughters would grow up to be formidable creatures. But they were young and needed training.

Astara's escape was impressive but short lived. Eventually her bum caught up with her head, which made her tumble to the ground dropping the stick and rolling a good length away from it, giving Damien a good chance to snatch the toy for himself. But he was still behind Averna, who had taken advantage of her agility to get ahead of her uncle without much effort.


July 13, 2018, 06:28 AM
Averna
Blackfeather Woods
Spiderling
The pale child had a lifetime of learning how to keep things from the dark one or take them from her. So when the dark one dropped and fell, tumbling to the ground, the pale child was quick to follow the prize. With her eyes at first, but soon teeth caught up with eyes and the pale child snatched the stick from the ground. Without missing a beat she picked it up from its landing place before either the dark one or the new one managed to reach her, and she turned and doubled back.

The ghost dashed closely past the new one who looked like the dark one, a taunting smirk on her face as she did so. If he reacted quickly enough perhaps he would have time to grab the stick as she passed by, before she -- and likely the dark one right behind her -- would leave him far behind again as she zigzagged through the thick forest.