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gloom days - RIP Tariq - March 04, 2025
the rogue was drawn by the scents of pack wolves. men, women, pregnant women. young girls, a young boy. life fostered here and he was curious to see for his eyes.
it was the first group he’d come upon in months that had something to offer: food. he could hear the great bellowing creatures and salivated at the mouth, tempted to go in and bring one down for himself. perhaps an injured cow, or a weak, old bull.
tariq creeps; paws going soft through the brush, muscles twitching beneath a slate pelt.
RE: gloom days - Black Hawk - March 05, 2025
rubbing my hands together like a fly..
although she hadn't been given specific orders by sun eater or star-woman, keokuk was restless enough to embark on her own. patrolling the borders, making sure the herd her new people followed were healthy and numerous.
she wished not only to provide for saatsine as a whole, but for the cubs stirring inside star-womans womb. they would come soon, and they would be welcomed into the world with a sense of security. safety.
so, when the scent of an intruder mingled with that of the caribou, she made haste. too close to the cache saatsine now called home. too close to the caribou.
she was not a woman who stalked, who slinks around to watch from a distance. action must be met with reaction, and she would not allow this strange to slip past her for a moment longer.
RE: gloom days - Blackfell - March 05, 2025
as for black bird, he comes from the opposite direction. the saatsine hunters are like two ends of the same string, drawing closer, and closer, and closer, unfurling from a webbing tautness, until—
both appear, into the same small gap in trees the rogue lurks within. where he scavenges from their cache, one blackfell had personally partook in filling.
his eyes are of the intensity like flowing blood, hot, searching, skimming over the broad form of the charcoal stranger. it is cruel, the way he gawks. it is proficient, the glance he exchanges with black hawk; a woman he has not met yet, but recognizes off of mere scent alone and passing exchanges prior. he sees she is like a roaring fire, or a turbulent current of water, and he feels in her a kindred spirit.
he burns. he burns with need. a need for violence, a need to spill blood, to make ruin of something once living. this is not the first thief he had encountered, and it would only be fair to do him the same as he had done @Nagruk. only he would not come out so lucky.
he swarms when black hawk does.
RE: gloom days - RIP Tariq - March 05, 2025
tariq supposes he should have known.
supposes he should have been more smart.
but it was the hollowing of his flanks which drove him to scavenge, to steal. it was the hollow in his stomach he felt. he had never been a good hunter; his skills had always lay purely in the fight. now the fight came, but he was sorely outnumbered.
one wolf larger than he, and the other wielding a sharpness in her eye he certainly didn't possess. these were wolves different from those he had fought in the past. tariq has no choice, though, but to square his shoulders and dip. ramming his head into the gut of the towering brute and then lashing out with teeth to the legs of the woman.
if he must go out, he will go out fighting.
RE: gloom days - Black Hawk - March 05, 2025
the cry of a raven reaches her, before she lays eyes upon the black mountain that joined her hunt. a face unfamiliar, but he carried the scent of saatsine. of her cousin and the star-woman. she recognized the fire in his eyes. approved of it. she met his intense gaze with a knowing look, a dip of her muzzle.
she hadn't anticipated to hunt alongside him, but together they would rid of the pest.
they corral the intruder, circling him as if he was nothing more than a rat, and they were the cats. "you steal from our cache. you eat our food." her voice is commanding and sharp. "pest." she spits with venom in doii tongue.
and a fool, too.
she moves on a dime, pivoting away from his snapping jaws. rearing up on dense hind legs to crash against him, to hopefully sink teeth into his scruff and pull.
she hadn't anticipated to hunt alongside him, but together they would rid of the pest.
they corral the intruder, circling him as if he was nothing more than a rat, and they were the cats. "you steal from our cache. you eat our food." her voice is commanding and sharp. "pest." she spits with venom in doii tongue.
and a fool, too.
she moves on a dime, pivoting away from his snapping jaws. rearing up on dense hind legs to crash against him, to hopefully sink teeth into his scruff and pull.
RE: gloom days - Blackfell - March 05, 2025
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the woman strikes hard.
she strikes true.
he watches her snag the thief by the scruff. sees her pull him back, sees the muscle ripple beneath her coat; this pulls laughter from him, but not at her. it is for the squealing rogue, who snarls, but it sounds more like a whimper by the account of blackfell.
black bird surges. the hit to his gut is true but does not leave any lasting affects. he is stalwart, unmovable, and acts with haste; where she buckles him backwards by his scruff and bleeds him already, blackfell takes the advantage. his belly is left vulnerable.
teeth find the fleshy, pudgy belly. past teeth, past fat. blood rushes into his mouth, fills his cheeks, burns down his jowls in steaming rivulets. he hears the agony of the man's roaring and answers with more ripping, more jerking of his head, teeth seeking to tear and to punish. blackfell would steal back the contents he stole from his fat belly.
intestines, organs, gore. it begins to pour, and blood washes, but the man does not die yet. he must first suffer, but there is no finer joy in dislodging throat from neck. this woman would know those pleasures, while blackfell scavenged his stomach from his body.
RE: gloom days - Meleeys - March 05, 2025
cameo!
There is a man in the distance. Large and rounded. Coat of dusty shadows and eyes of blood.
He watches the herd and she watches him, waiting for him to make one very important move - and it was the wrong one.
Meleys lifts into a sit. The phantom watching as Saatine guard decend upon the stranger. More blood is spilt in the name of Lanzadoii and the phantom is pleased.
RE: gloom days - Black Hawk - March 05, 2025
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the raven man wastes no time. a thrill rushes through her veins as her eyes flicker downward, watching the beast tear into the stomach of the rat. blood spills and pools; a glorious mess. a warning that will remain, should there be any other pests that loiter.
part of her is jealous, as the rat screams and squeals beneath her. part of her wishes she could be the one to gut him like a pig. but the larger part of her swells with pride; the man who fought beside her fought well. a brilliant warrior. she was glad then, to know he was guarding saatsine.
she is not idle. hawk releases the rat's scruff, only to lunge for its throat. to silence the pathetic noises he makes, to tear the wind wipe from his throat. she thrashes with the strength of an ox, tearing into fur and flesh alike.
metallic ichor runs down her throat. heavy and putrid, but she relishes the taste. it was a shame the rat could not fight back, but it was a pleasure to rid him of saatsine's grounds.
teeth gnaw and tear his throat open, searing through flesh. greedily, with grim purpose and desire. the rat's greed met in measure with wrath.
RE: gloom days - Blackfell - March 05, 2025
he rumbles with approval, past the squelching of guts and gore. blackfell savages, until there is not much more to do. the throat is taken from the man and his body collapses when he is dead weight and no longer able to hold himself up.
death takes him. blackfell watches the life flood from his eyes until they are nothing but gummy life matter, useless now to the dead. black bird is driven, driven with bloodlust, driven with the glory of a sucessful battle. later, he would return to drag this body to the center of the three territories: of winsook, of darukaal, and of the sun clan. they would see. they would know. and it was not any loyalty to sun eater that drove this, but a warning to all who would creep closer. there were women, there were children. star eater was heavily pregnant, and any outsider was now a threat in his eyes. there were even those within that he did not trust—the tartok woman.
his eyes swivel to black hawk, resting upon her as he gasps for air. it is cool, cold air that fills his lungs and nourishes his spent energy. then, a bloody grin, and a paw that outstretches; he bid her to shake, to greet. in her tongue,
i am blackfell.but then,
or uuts'taa. blackbird.and he turns his gaze to the steaming body, feels his hot blood lap at his paws where he stands and he steps over it. teeth tearing open the sack of his belly and pouring out the sopping, undigested contents.
his raven feasts, and blackbird jerks his head for black hawk to follow as he begins to walk. he must move, the adrenaline that still shakes his muscle demands it.
his voice is heavy now, whispered:
i not waste my breath so hear me well.he says.
i smell her on you.he gestures to her with his nose, as nostrils flare and he inhales a thick gulp of her scent. there, morwenna.
there are threats in this clan. threats that sun eater ignores, and does not see. the woman: nagruk.he stops. turning burning red eyes onto the lanzadoii woman.
she is a weasel. she wishes to become war chief, and more. she try strike alliance with me.his lip curls and he scoffs, blowing a bubble of blood from his nostril where it had ringed wet.
i do not like sun eater. he do not like me. but i am loyal to his wife, so i am loyal to him. she asks. any threat to sun eater is threat to her.
he turns his head so that only one beady, red orb of malice rests upon her.
you have killed with me now. kill with me again.he was firm in his knowledge that he could best the tartok woman himself, on his own, but with an ally in black hawk, perhaps it would be less frowned upon.
RE: gloom days - Black Hawk - March 05, 2025
once the pest goes still and quiet, she spits his throat from her jaws. spits away the fur and flesh that tainted her mouth, his filth unwelcome. eyes of fire regard the mess she and the raven-man had made. it was glorious, and it would serve its purpose as a reminder.
when a paw is extended, she meets it with a bloodied, toothy smile. "and i am black hawk. you fight well, blackfell." praise not so easily given, but he'd certainly earned it. earned her respect. he must've been a fine warrior once, where he hailed. a warrior she would find pride in fighting beside again.
his birds flock to the guts he spills. eager, ravenous. she watches them with admiration perhaps, before he's beckoning her to follow. she does with ease, shaking the remaining tension from her coat, their steps falling in unison.
she listens silently as he speaks. of star-woman, of her cousin. of a tartok woman he distrusts. her brows furrow as she digests it all. nagruk; she does not know this woman, but to know she is a threat to the life within star-woman black hawk pledged to protect, was enough to leave a bitter taste on her tongue. her lips curl, her tail lashes. it seemed star-woman had not one faithful guardian, but now two.
good. if what blackfell spoke of was to be true, she would need it. need them.
"this tartok woman...she wishes to overthrow? to take saatsine?" she rumbled with discontent, trying to piece together the puzzle. "and you speak ill of my cousin..." a part of her, so desperate to cling to her heritage and to protect a fellow doii, is set aside. blackfell had her trust; she would hear his grievances.
"i must ask why." was it something cen had said or done? or something deeper? so many questions now that she needed answers too. but one thing was for certain; whomever this nagruk woman was...she would not succeed. not while she and blackfell stood.
her expression is resolute. "it would be an honor to fight with you again. call upon me, and i will be at your side."
when a paw is extended, she meets it with a bloodied, toothy smile. "and i am black hawk. you fight well, blackfell." praise not so easily given, but he'd certainly earned it. earned her respect. he must've been a fine warrior once, where he hailed. a warrior she would find pride in fighting beside again.
his birds flock to the guts he spills. eager, ravenous. she watches them with admiration perhaps, before he's beckoning her to follow. she does with ease, shaking the remaining tension from her coat, their steps falling in unison.
she listens silently as he speaks. of star-woman, of her cousin. of a tartok woman he distrusts. her brows furrow as she digests it all. nagruk; she does not know this woman, but to know she is a threat to the life within star-woman black hawk pledged to protect, was enough to leave a bitter taste on her tongue. her lips curl, her tail lashes. it seemed star-woman had not one faithful guardian, but now two.
good. if what blackfell spoke of was to be true, she would need it. need them.
"this tartok woman...she wishes to overthrow? to take saatsine?" she rumbled with discontent, trying to piece together the puzzle. "and you speak ill of my cousin..." a part of her, so desperate to cling to her heritage and to protect a fellow doii, is set aside. blackfell had her trust; she would hear his grievances.
"i must ask why." was it something cen had said or done? or something deeper? so many questions now that she needed answers too. but one thing was for certain; whomever this nagruk woman was...she would not succeed. not while she and blackfell stood.
her expression is resolute. "it would be an honor to fight with you again. call upon me, and i will be at your side."
RE: gloom days - Blackfell - March 05, 2025
he is glad to hear it.
he had been prepared for the worst, and felt relief to know it would not come. there is no displease that comes upon knowledge that this woman is cousin to sun eater; if anything, he had come to expect it. the lanzadoii were many, like his own family, in that respect.
where there was one, more came.
he turns appraising eye upon the woman and heaves a great sigh, it is like the fell of a axe upon a chopping block.
to my knowledge.short, brief, curt. words cut and simple, not to waste breath. this will be a quick exchange, lest anyone overhear. briefly, he surveys—and upon finding no one, he begins moving shortly thereafter. from the brush and into clearer snow, where their tracks bloody the fresh fall.
i was first to meet this woman. she stole from a carcass, like man just now. i should have finished her then.he says.
he adds:
your cousin took to her... quickly.he passes a knowing glance, and his lip curls at that.
but that not why i dislike. star eater was once,he pauses, brows knitting, and thinks of how to explain this so that she would best understand. sun eater's kind had no concept of queens, of thrones, of courts.
she was chieftain. my chieftain, and my woman's chieftain. gjalla.of who he had not spoken to in days, but she occupied every waking thought. his heart yearned for her, but his mind did not let him admit it. not yet. it was too soon—and he would not go to her. she would come to him.
he treats her like trophy. does not respect. she is womb to him.his tongue darts across his nose.
i know this your people's way but it is not mine.he makes sure to quickly move on lest that resentment he had worked hard to choke down in favor of peace rise back up like bile.
nagruk is ambitious and sun eater is blind because she is woman. man like him...he turns his gaze aside,
a woman could never threaten, in his eye.
RE: gloom days - Black Hawk - March 05, 2025
all of this does not sit right with hawk. to know her cousin would be so willingly blind to a plot brewing beneath his nose—all because it to be formed by woman—made her lips curl with disdain. it seemed her underestimated women. and it sounds as if he certainly does not respect them.
not in the way he should. to learn of his mistreatment toward star-woman makes her skin run hot. while she was lanzadoii, she rejected the misogyny that ran so deep within their bloodline. women were to be respected. and, in her eyes, worshipped. were they not playing the role of god and nurturer? do they not carry the stress of pregnancy, and bare the fruit of their hard labor?
cen was her blood. her kin. but she would not stand idle in the face of his insolence toward his wife. star-eater had been a chief, and she should be treated as such. she should command no less.
"that is not my way." she corrects him. not unkindly, but firmly. she wished for him to know that she would look upon star eater with the same respect, the same reverence. she huffs, nostrils flaring. "thank you for telling me this. much i am ignorant to." but no longer.
she snorts. "to underestimate a woman's rage will be his downfall. i will stand beside you and star-woman, this i promise you. you have my teeth."
not in the way he should. to learn of his mistreatment toward star-woman makes her skin run hot. while she was lanzadoii, she rejected the misogyny that ran so deep within their bloodline. women were to be respected. and, in her eyes, worshipped. were they not playing the role of god and nurturer? do they not carry the stress of pregnancy, and bare the fruit of their hard labor?
cen was her blood. her kin. but she would not stand idle in the face of his insolence toward his wife. star-eater had been a chief, and she should be treated as such. she should command no less.
"that is not my way." she corrects him. not unkindly, but firmly. she wished for him to know that she would look upon star eater with the same respect, the same reverence. she huffs, nostrils flaring. "thank you for telling me this. much i am ignorant to." but no longer.
she snorts. "to underestimate a woman's rage will be his downfall. i will stand beside you and star-woman, this i promise you. you have my teeth."
RE: gloom days - Blackfell - March 06, 2025
he does feel for this woman. he knows what it is to know blood and then to be betrayed by blood, whether directly or indirectly. to her, blackfell nods deep; turning eyes upon her as they walk, and then he stops. turning so that he face her, looking over her shoulder, then to her eyes.
i hoped you would see.he reveals.
you are a strong woman. i would call you kill-sister.a title reserved for those you fought and killed with, it was one of highest honor in his family. he would happily bestow it to black hawk.
his voice lowers.
there are great threats.he reiterates, and looks heavily upon her.
we must be ready.
RE: gloom days - Black Hawk - March 06, 2025
kill-sister. she may not know the significance of the title in full, but she would wield it with strength and pride. grim determination blazed within her eyes. she knew now what her purpose in saatsine would be, and she now knew who had her allegiance. her loyalty.
"i will kill with you any day, brother. you call and i will come." a promise, a vow. blackfell, though certainly capable, would not have to fight alone. star-woman would have tooth and muscle at the ready.
her cousin and nagruk sat heavy on her mind now. it hurt her, to know cen's mistreatment of his wife. a betrayal that she would grieve alone. a lanzadoii lost, but a brother in blackfell gained.
"i will be there when her cubs arrive. nothing will harm them." she stated firmly. should nagruk trample the sacred den of star-womans, or should cen arrive with his slander and misogyny, she would silence them.
"i will kill with you any day, brother. you call and i will come." a promise, a vow. blackfell, though certainly capable, would not have to fight alone. star-woman would have tooth and muscle at the ready.
her cousin and nagruk sat heavy on her mind now. it hurt her, to know cen's mistreatment of his wife. a betrayal that she would grieve alone. a lanzadoii lost, but a brother in blackfell gained.
"i will be there when her cubs arrive. nothing will harm them." she stated firmly. should nagruk trample the sacred den of star-womans, or should cen arrive with his slander and misogyny, she would silence them.