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had wild dreams walkin' the streets - Velociraptor - March 15, 2022
the morning was overcast, the world leeched of vibrant colors; the grass and the trees and the flora normally green with spring cast in a dank grey hue. the morning is chilly, carrying with it the stubborn vestiges of winter not yet ready to relinquish it's hold.
raptor's pace slows as he approaches the valley, the scent of a pack growing stronger and more pungent the nearer he draws. eventually he stops, leaving plenty of distance between the borders and himself; tipping his head back to call for it's leaders.
RE: had wild dreams walkin' the streets - Merrick - March 16, 2022
merrick was disintegrating.
his pelt hung in matted locks; his teeth had yellowed beneath the bellows of his fetid breath. under his coat the hard muscles remained, flesh whittling to hateful strength.
but the single eye remained horrendous and terrible as ever.
the details of the man were not important.
merrick shambled toward the stranger with his new limping gait, courtesy of the beloved relative who had ripped two of his toes off.
"who calls the bear?" the witch demanded in a forbidding voice. the lines of his body promised a swift violence if the answer was found unsuitable.
his pelt hung in matted locks; his teeth had yellowed beneath the bellows of his fetid breath. under his coat the hard muscles remained, flesh whittling to hateful strength.
but the single eye remained horrendous and terrible as ever.
the details of the man were not important.
merrick shambled toward the stranger with his new limping gait, courtesy of the beloved relative who had ripped two of his toes off.
"who calls the bear?" the witch demanded in a forbidding voice. the lines of his body promised a swift violence if the answer was found unsuitable.
RE: had wild dreams walkin' the streets - Æsilfír - March 17, 2022
While the season clung stubbornly to the dismal palette of winter, a shift had occurred over the past day or so that had driven Æsilfír to abandon her post where she guarded Abel most hours. A carnal hunger awakened and sent her looking for something to date her cravings.
A voice called out from the borders not far away, causing her to bristle and snarl. A male. The impulsive, wild creature within her altered her course and she set off to see who it was who had so boldly announced himself. She wanted to tempt him- seduce him to push his boundaries- and then tear him limb from limb.
But the game would become more nuanced, more interesting when she realized Merrick’s footsteps led in that direction. She followed his steps, lilac eyes glinting. Perhaps they could make a game of it; tempt and taunt the newcomer. And she deeply desired to see how Merrill might look upon her now too, that her desire was tangible.
She stalked to his side, tail lashing. She approached on his sighted side so that he could see both her and the stranger in the dull, orange orb. She said nothing; a silent, still pawn set on seeing just how much chaos she could stir up.
RE: had wild dreams walkin' the streets - Merrick - April 03, 2022
the man might have fit;
but as soon as ash appeared, his attention cut to her. and boldness grew. merrick saw why; scented why —
at once;
and as much for the disrespect as his own misplaced sense of possession he drove off the would-be joiner with a resounding snap, but pursued only some steps. when the bearwolf returned it was to glower at ash with a myriad things burning in his remaining eye.
his body urged him;
his mind cried for astara.
ash was not the blackbird, and taking her would only whet the long hunger inside him that grew more painful with each week.
it did not stop merrick from crossing, from seeking to press his muzzle into ash's feral guard hairs for a single moment;
it compelled him to draw away, to turn, to halt her following with a flash of teeth, to search out disappearance over the borders of ursus.
but as soon as ash appeared, his attention cut to her. and boldness grew. merrick saw why; scented why —
at once;
and as much for the disrespect as his own misplaced sense of possession he drove off the would-be joiner with a resounding snap, but pursued only some steps. when the bearwolf returned it was to glower at ash with a myriad things burning in his remaining eye.
his body urged him;
his mind cried for astara.
ash was not the blackbird, and taking her would only whet the long hunger inside him that grew more painful with each week.
it did not stop merrick from crossing, from seeking to press his muzzle into ash's feral guard hairs for a single moment;
it compelled him to draw away, to turn, to halt her following with a flash of teeth, to search out disappearance over the borders of ursus.
RE: had wild dreams walkin' the streets - Æsilfír - April 12, 2022
<3
The way Merrick lunged for the stranger made Æsilfír swoon and cackle. She’d caught a glimpse of something on his features for a moment there, when he realized she was in heat, that must have meant something. To react so violently, and chase off his rival, meant that he would allow no one else to touch her. Which implied that he would lay claim to her for himself.But the touch she longed for did not come. Something strange and pained showed in his gesture as he lingered for a moment before he turned away from her. She whined and took a step but was fended off with such sudden savagery that she shrank back.
He didn’t want her.
He didn’t want the stranger to have her, but he didn’t want her either.
She hurt, for a moment, but the pain smouldered and burned. She fumed. Rejection seared through her breast and with a string of quietly uttered curses, she gritted her teeth and steeled herself against the pain.
This wasn’t over. This was far from over. And if it was going to be over at some point, she’d make sure it all went down in flames.