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the pulling of teeth - Meteora - December 31, 2016
She had found an abandoned carcass. The meat mostly was gone, its remnants were frozen, and it was too rich red meat— but it would sustain them. This was a precarious route along the shore, for the ember-filled forest and narrow path between claims. Surely one of the nearby packs had made this kill, and though it appeared that it was forgotten, the she-wolf knew the fickleness of her kind. Their unestablished group would be easily rounded upon, and their mission endangered. But Meteora took a calculated risk and lifted her head in a short and lilting song to summon her companions.
RE: the pulling of teeth - Whip - January 01, 2017
As the days passed, Whip's system underwent a complete purge. He rebounded easily enough now that his body had finally worked out how to process without Raven's magic powder. Though the symptoms would have passed on their own, Whip saw Meteora as his savior -- so he followed her with a previously unknown devotion. After all, there was nowhere else to go. With winter in full effect, Whip knew he couldn't survive on his own. Home was now with them, the Nereides.
When the howl sounded, Whip had been nearby, resting. He rose immediatly and followed the sound. He arrived first, but he kept a fair distance between himself and the corpse. His stomach growled, compelling him to step forward Meteora and the frozen body, but the boy held fast. He was no longer the son of an alpha, so there would be no special treatment. He held his head low and would wait until he was called forward.
RE: the pulling of teeth - Akantha - January 01, 2017
keeps it weird and vague yeah
A howl cut through the bitter chill of the air and she cupped her ears forward to listen. A summons; an invitation, rather, to feast. The churlish she-wolf hastened towards the familiar call, stomach wrung into twisting, painful knots. Unaware of the toll the journey from Themiscrya had taken on her body, she had to slow in the last half-mile or so as to not to appear so haggard. Her paws connected soundly with the snowy loam as she approached the figures; one the welcoming vision of the Siren, Meteora, and the other an unfamiliar colt of a boy, though the scent of the Nereides was light upon his coat.
She bared her teeth at him but did little else to express the disdain she felt at his presence here, for her attention was then fixed upon Meteora. "We're too close," and it is making me nervous, she finished silently. Her eyes drifted to the frostbitten remains, and she lashed her tongue across her lips, salivating.
RE: the pulling of teeth - RIP Astraios - January 05, 2017
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Astraios remained ever vigilant in his duty to the siren. He followed her — a soundless shadow for the most part — and only paused when she did, only drank when given the order, and did not eat lest she decide he was worthy. It was the life he had always known and the life he would protect, for himself as well as her.
So when she discovered the carcass, he stepped forwards as if to investigate it. His hunger was boundless but such pains were easily ignored for the dredge; he only wished to make sure Meteora was safe. When she went so far as to call out with her beautiful voice, Astraios stopped. He shivered (in part from the very sound for he had not expected it, and usually Meteora was silent save for when she lashed him with spite, and in part because her voice was the most tender and awe-inspiring thing he had ever been blessed to hear) and stopped in his tracks.
The appearance of not one but two wolves was nerve-wracking.
One spoke hastily, and Astraios' attention shifted awkwardly between his siren and the newcomer until he realized who it was. By virtue of speaking the language of the sea, he knew she could not be an enemy. But the boy adjacent — he was a wiry thing, but of good health, from what Astraios could tell. He was ignorant to much of Meteora's adventures despite his constant vigilance, as she was often desirous of her private space — but the dredge was contented by the idea that there was another man to serve the priestesses.
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