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Carpe Noctem - Potema - January 22, 2017
The tunnels were relatively warm. She was glad for the move into the Web; perhaps, next winter, if it was as bad as this one, they would do the same. Nonetheless, she tried to keep an eye on the four one month-olds, but they were quick now, their new found autonomy letting them roam through the Web on awkward pup feet.
She gathered them as close as she could, knowing that it had been over 30 days since their birth, that they had all survived and that today was the day they would be granted their true names. She hoped that there were to be others there, @Damien and @Cicero, especially. @Nemesis, she would allow, granting her mate @Kove a warmer welcome.
She turned to the first, the oldest. She had dabbed her with a spot of dye [dash] bright red — finding inspiration from the color.
@Koume Azura Melonii,after the fire witch of Twinrova.
@Kotake Nocturnal Meloniishe said to the younger twin, the quieter one.
@Vaati Clavicus Melonii,She named the platinum-furred boy, the one who had given her so much trouble when he was first born, who was a constant mischevious presence.
@Ganondorf Molag Melonii,It seemed only right that he, the youngest, who had a streak of flame so fierce, that he would be named for the Demon King.
These are your names — your true names. You were named after powerful sorcerers and Daedric Gods. You are Meloniis.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Ganondorf - January 23, 2017
The world, once dark and then a blurry mess, now shone clear in his eyes. The innocent baby blue that he was born with clashed against his fiery pelt as he looked up to his mother, her voice drawing him closer. His ears flickered when she turned to speak his name, and while he did not yet fully understand that this was what he would be known by, the boy let out a soft hum as if he understood. After the voice of his mother drifted away and it became silent once again, Ganon shifted his attention to his siblings.
He viewed them more as a nuisance than anything else, especially when it came to fighting over a meal. But there were the rare occasions when they proved useful as entertainment and since there wasn't much to do other than explore, Ganon thought it was the perfect time for a bit of competition. Never one to let his small size stop him, the boy sprung towards one of his sisters with intention to bite her tail as hard as he could.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Atshen’s Ghost - January 25, 2017
Atshen had been a mere shadow since he had returned with his expedition with Kove. With his Nemesis' task accomplished, and not much else to do, the child moved around with little purpose. He felt trapped within the web, caught up into the same routine-- frankly, Atshen couldn't stand it. He wanted to be out, and he wanted to be back in his element amongst the tangle of roots that dug into their territory. Unfortunately, he could not return until his mother gave the word.
It was as he stalked the halls that Potema's voice found his ears. Perking at this, and turning his head in the direction that her voice rang from, the boy listened in to what she was going on about. When he came to the conclusion that it was her children she was addressing, his gaze drew dark. He had heard the way that his mother talked about them and knew that she would have preferred that they had never been born.
Soon enough, Atshen's wicked mind went to work as he thought of just what he could do to rid their pack of these vermin. Contemplating as each baby was named, Atshen soon came to a conclusion: he had to kill the children for his mother, especially before they grew too large.
A new light was born in Atshen's molten eyes, and he took a step forward purposely. He continued his motivated actions until they brought him a few paces before Potema and her brood. Not saying a word, Atshen looked from the pearl-haired woman and to the children as a smile crept onto his lips. As he hovered, he began to think of just how he would kill them and began to plan accordingly.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Miraak - January 25, 2017
Miraak leaned against the wall of the Web, silently watching with pride burning in his chest as Potema named her children. He recognized the names and knew them to be in accordance with the Melonii tradition: reaching back into history to inspire the future. His tail thumped in approval, watching the mongrel lot Potema bore.
His eyes were not totally fixated on his grand-nieces and nephews; Atshen appeared. The boy had grown much in the way of strength, but little in intelligence. Miraak's joy froze in his heart, though his smile remained, as he saw the eerie smirk cross Atshen's face. He knew what the boy was planning almost immediately, and took it to heart. While he had promised not to interfere in their fight, Nemesis' children had the upper hand of age. The playing field was not completely levelled yet. No, if they were going to plot and scheme murder, they would be mirrored on the opposite side by the newest Meloniis. With that, Miraak withdrew into the tunnels.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Cicero - January 26, 2017
Sheogorath was there, of course, watching the ritual with interest. Their names were given and things would have gone well if not for the appearance of one of Nemesis' brood. With the mad way Sheogorath's mind worked, he knew what was going on. He wouldn't have cared much if not for the opportunity that he saw and grabbed.
He took a few steps forward, towards the boy and his sister and children, a guardedness over him that he had not shown since he had gotten rid of Cicero; except this time it was fake. He levelled a gaze with the boy, a silent warning. When they were older, they could fight it out, but today he took his sister's side.
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RE: Carpe Noctem - Damien - January 28, 2017
His family gathered around Potema for the moment she'd been religiously delaying until the right moment. Damien had come back for this, and since his return he had rarely left his sister's side for anything but necessities. He didn't want anything bad to happen to the little things that he considered to be the future of Blackfeather Woods, and so he'd guarded the witch's den with his own life.
The names she'd chosen were perfect, and Damien wouldn't have had it any other way. He made his way inside the den to lay against his sister in a demonstration of confidence and support, but also placing himself strategically so no one but her had access to the brood. Everyone was welcome to gather around and watch, but touching was off bounds, especially for Nemesis' vicious children.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Vaati - February 02, 2017
Vaati didn't know what his mother was doing. He heard sounds from her that sounded familiar, and so he lifted his head from gnawing on his own toes to peer at her. He liked her face, and so a small smile played across his lips. His back foot stuck up in the air beside him, hovering alongside his muzzle. It appeared uncomfortable, but the pup once called Clavicus was perfectly content. The weather was cold and there were plenty of things around to bite and irritate. Life was good.
But there were other faces about. Some were friendly, some nuetral. Some were hateful, but the pup had little way of discerning that there was one amongst them more hateful than the others. His sisters did not like him. His brother liked him perhaps half of the time. The shadow that loomed overhead had hate in him as well, but the boy thought nothing of this. He did not know that some looks upon faces were more acceptable than others. He did not know the danger in one versus another, no better than he knew the danger of a playful bite versus the danger of killing one. A truly hateful face would give the killing bite, but since it was no different than the hateful face that gave a play bite, Vaati could do little more than yap at the face that wanted to kill, bowing playfully and snarling as though he had found himself a new friend.
Not surprising, considering friends were merely things to bite.
RE: Carpe Noctem - The Wispmother - February 08, 2017
Kotake moved after her family, watchful and astute as ever. Her devotion towards her siblings was quite limited, though of them all she seemed to have a preference for Koume. The brothers she had been given were a nuisance, and Kotake only heeded them when she must. In her youth, when hierarchy was not a thought in her head, she kept largely to herself and simply watched others, listened. She had yet to even speak her first word (that she had enabled any other to hear), though when felt she was alone she practiced.
Kotake was but a child, though her instincts were becoming more prevalent by the day. She was fortunate to turn around just as Ganondorf made a bid for the most accessible of appendages (for him, from where he stood). Kotake would not let her silence be confused with subservience—and so she turned as she parted her jaws to (attempt to) meet her brother head on without so much as a snarl. Her ears thrust forward, and her eyes bore the severity of her wrath toward any that might think to put their fangs upon her. She was intolerant, and her patience did not extend toward the road of disrespect. She would not ever have this be a mystery. For the first time, her plume flagged over her hindquarters in a display she could only feel from within. This was she exuded, expressed.
Kotake was but a child, though her instincts were becoming more prevalent by the day. She was fortunate to turn around just as Ganondorf made a bid for the most accessible of appendages (for him, from where he stood). Kotake would not let her silence be confused with subservience—and so she turned as she parted her jaws to (attempt to) meet her brother head on without so much as a snarl. Her ears thrust forward, and her eyes bore the severity of her wrath toward any that might think to put their fangs upon her. She was intolerant, and her patience did not extend toward the road of disrespect. She would not ever have this be a mystery. For the first time, her plume flagged over her hindquarters in a display she could only feel from within. This was she exuded, expressed.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Potema - February 12, 2017
She was not left to name her children alone. Her brothers and her uncle arrived; the older Meloniis of the pack. She smiled to them as they arrived, her focus heavily centered on her children. They were ignorant of the magnanimity of such names, looking at her with the innocence only a child could have, playing as if nothing was wrong. But indeed, there was something dark lurking nearby. Potema locked eyes with him, her gaze level, without any inciting anger or fear in it, merely acknowledging Atshen's presence before gently watching Ganondorf and Kotake establish their dominance, another step in their growth.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Ganondorf - February 23, 2017
Life at the moment was just one big game to the young boy, so when he was able to get a reaction from his unusually silent sister, well to say the least it made his day. Even if his attack was a complete and utter failure, Ganondorf still found amusement in the situation. His eyes lit up with delight, and despite being unable to inflict any damage on his elder sibling, the fire striped boy still gave it all in his childish attacks. He would not allow his small size and non threatening appearance stand in the way of his fun.
Still hopelessly determined as ever, Ganondorf prepared himself for yet another go at his sister. He had managed to get her attention, now all he had to do was keep it.
RE: Carpe Noctem - Atshen’s Ghost - February 24, 2017
While the other wolves in the vicinity found these puppies to be the future of the Dark Brotherhood, Atshen only saw them as his next victims. After taking down Bramble, Atshen had felt the actual value of a young life and of just how pleasurable it was to take it away. He found joy in taking away something that felt so pure In addition to the boy's twisted ways, he also knew that the slaying of the children would bring joy to his mother and he could not miss out on an opportunity to one-up his siblings.
His plotting was disrupted as he felt the stares of the other wolves and at that moment he separated himself from him thoughts in favor to looking to the others. He did not say anything, nor did tense. Instead, he looked on, keeping his gaze on the others while he fell back into his morbid thoughts. He knew that this was not the time to strike, given his company, and he would have to wait for another time to strike. Until he found that opportune time, he would wait.
RE: Carpe Noctem - The Wispmother - February 27, 2017
Although her brother did not attack again, she watched him for another moment before her attention turned toward her mother. One ear cupped in his direction, however; she was unwilling to be his victim, and presumed he might test her patience. She lifted her head a measure, waiting though she did not watch him. She certainly listened.