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my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Iliksis - April 01, 2018
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much as he appreciated the listless character of the forest, iliksis felt compelled to leave it in search of food. no grouse nor vole nor any manner of denizen stirred in the hollow's keep, and after thoroughly exhausting every stone for a meal, iliksis set out for the open hinterland.
he was close to a river -- he could hear the muted thunder of boulders grinding under the current, and the high whine of ice creaking along its frozen surface. the scent of fresh-water drifted through the copse and he followed it until at last he came across the river, which had been tamed by winter's icy touch. he carefully paced the bank, noting where the ice was fragile or too translucent for his liking -- and at length, found a shattered slab where water lapped between crushed floes of floating ice.
RE: my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Gannet - April 10, 2018
SORRY BOOBOO I rolled a 3
Editing bc I clearly can't read XD
Editing bc I clearly can't read XD
Finally Gannet felt he was enough a part of the pack, and sound enough, to venture out. He departed the mountain at dawn, intending to perhaps track and see if he could find some prey for a pack hunt. He was eager to participate now that he had the capability.
He did find the trail of a herd, and followed it a while, tracking it through forests and up to a set of rivers. Here he lost it, and his ears flattened as he gazed at the rivers with disappointment. Likely they had crossed, and the scent was too old to hold.
He stepped a ways out on the ice anyway, searching futilely but without much hope. It was a good excuse to stay longer; likely he'd pass the night before returning home. Through all of this, the other wolf was completely unnoticed.
RE: my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Iliksis - April 10, 2018
as he bent down to sup from the icy stills, a pale figure emerged across the frozen slab. it was white, limping, and adolescent: iliksis drank of his features the way he might have taken droughts from the river -- hungrily, thirstily, ravenously.
he lifted himself from the gurgling depths and took a step towards the embankment where the frozen ice splintered and thick knobs of past fractures laced like scars over the frozen landscape. there was a fissure, slightly weakened -- iliksis considered for a moment pressing upon it and seeing the boy swallowed by the rapid shearwater.
he only considered for a moment before he plunged upon the braided slits the way a coyote would dive through snow -- an arched leap, a tall dive, two front limbs piledriven into ice.
RE: my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Gannet - April 14, 2018
It was stupid, really; but the young wolf hadn't seen quite enough winters to know caution so well yet, and he had not noticed the visitor. The ice seemed sound. He hadn't worried.
He should have.
The sudden movement startled Gannet as Iliksis seemingly appeared from nowhere, driving his paws into the ice with force enough to cause cracks jettisoning out. He skittered sideways, but his leg wouldn't cooperate on the slick surface, and in fact it only made things worse. His weight too hit the ice as he fell, and it kept going, through and down into the icy water below.
RE: my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Iliksis - April 14, 2018
the demon landed heavily on ice, watching in satisfaction as it splintered out beneath him in bursts of tangled fractures and wires -- a long splinter gunning towards gannet with a rip and a roar. iliksis' expression was devoid of affect as he watched the male struggle to right himself, propping himself on the slippery ice as it bowed and broke underneath him.
of course, iliksis was not immune from the ice either -- as he felt the ice along the embankment give he slid back, a puncture appearing where he had stood moments before. he wrestled to keep his footing as he scrambled back to the bank, which had only been a few feet out. thankfully, a limber leap and he was on solid ground -- though as he turned round to face gannet he could not say the same for the ill-fated pale boy.
RE: my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Gannet - April 14, 2018
Iliksis managed where he did not; he was too far from the bank, and his legs were not quite on par for jumping yet. Luck had thrown him a pretty shitty card (literally, ayy dice). He hadn't even been able to get a beat on what had truly caused the ice to break; everything happened too fast.
He fought to get to firm land - valiantly, desperation lending its strength. But once he was in, there was no purchase to pull himself free, and the water was rushing strong beneath the ice. He had a moment's clear thought - the Moonspear. They wouldn't know. Then he was swept beneath, cast to the whim of the fates in the depths below.
RE: my fingers are numb around your warm pulsing throat - Iliksis - April 14, 2018
as quickly as the surface of the frozen river had split, the white male was swept aside, sucked under the frozen ice in a twirl of frothy water and icy floe. iliksis watched with no passion in his gaze as the male was pulled under the dark surface of the river. as far as iliksis was concerned, he had gotten what he wanted -- his hedonistic, impetuous decision had meted out the presumed life of another without discernible evidence of his atrocious act.
it was satisfying, in a way. iliksis hoped the male would thrash against the frozen surface, his eyes wide and breath stolen from him as the icy water threatened to close in. he imagined the male gasping against the translucent ice, and imagined then the life being slowly bled from him.
content with the untraceable nature of his malicious crime, iliksis climbed out from the embankment and strode for the bare tree-line.