Bearclaw Valley some kind of nature, some kind of soul
All Welcome  January 12, 2020, 08:01 PM
Astara
Pledged
Ursus
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a crimson bloodwake contorted its way past the stone-studded gates of bearclaw, a trailing of thin scarlet that ended near relmyna’s secondary altar. 

on this snowscape of stone and ice, @Orochi had been placed — with a small mound of moss pressed to his perilous wound. 

it was not for compassion that astara had stymied the blood; but of passionate pragmatism. orochi’s form had been difficult to drag, and the blackbird was consumed of thirst. she slaked what she could by lapping snow from the flowstone, and then lifted her thin muzzle, a howl pulsing from her throat to summon @Merrick.


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January 14, 2020, 07:42 AM
Venamis
Pledged
Ursus
It was the scent of fresh blood that drew him in, and he followed the tracks in the snow where someone appeared to have dragged something through the snow - deeper into Bearclaw territory. Spurred by hunger and curiosity, the she-wolf's howl served only to quicken his stride.

On his arrival, Venamis was disappointed to find that the raveness had not brought the body of a deer or goat to be feasted on, but that of their own species. He seemed to be in poor shape, and the sight of his festering, mangled limb (or what was left of it) was enough to curl his lip in disgust. 

He paused a short distance away, primarily because Merrick's dark companion still gave him the creeps, but mostly because he could smell something akin to death on the air. Venamis didn't particularly want to get too close should this half-dead guy prove infectious or something. Questioning pale gaze shifted from the wounded stranger to seek Astara's obsidian features, knowing there was no point in communicating with words.


sanguine, my brother
January 16, 2020, 01:28 AM
Merrick
Pledged
Ursus
        he drifted and burbled and laughed, a magpie madness guttering in his one-eyed stare.
        a very good mood was upon merrick, and he moved to attend astara's summons. venamis was already there; the coywolf flanked him for a teasing moment before trotting toward his lover.
        single eye roved with a growing interest over the wounded man upon the plinth; merrick stepped back and bestowed a grin upon his companion.
        "what should we do with such a precious thing?" he inquired wonderingly, knowing she would not respond but wanting to speak aloud.
        "venamis," merrick purred over one shoulder. "i have a job for you."

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January 16, 2020, 02:18 AM
Orochi
Lone Wolves

He opened his eyes; one was blinded by incoming light whist the other froze in the snow. His side lifted in one slow, drawn out motion again and again until it fell into a steady pace.

The first thought he had was move, but he was swiftly reminded of the situation as he squirmed in place. His leg, that precious thing he took for granted, gone. Plucked from his body by a scavenger he'd probably never see again. How pathetic was that? This was all the girl's fault, Valour's fault, Vengeance's fault. He'd find them soon and he'd make them suffer, but that day was not today.

Today Orochi was a lame piece of meat surrounded by hungry wolves. Their footsteps and voices were muffled by the blood rushing through his ears. His voice was too weak to tell them off, so he opted for a low, guttural growl.

January 16, 2020, 01:21 PM
Astara
Pledged
Ursus
soon joined by venamis, astara noted his distance with a thin and menacing smile. it faded from her muzzle as merrick appeared, unusually jocular for one so plagued by his humors. astara felt jealousy twist like a knife as venamis was greeted first — and smoothly hid that ugly emotion with a bland smile of silence as merrick trotted over to her. 

their captive stirred, issuing a feeble growl. no doubt fever and infection would soon overcome him; astara had little more use to him other than as a gift for the creature of her affections — neatly, she sat in the snow, glaring at the male that was summoned forth.


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January 16, 2020, 02:41 PM
Venamis
Pledged
Ursus
The she-wolf looked upon him with that same creepy little smile she'd worn when they encountered one another in the mountains, maintaining her odd silence as usual. Venamis, though curious, did not feel any desire to better acquaint himself with her. She was pack and he could be civil, but the spider was unprepared to consider any .

He did not register any jealousy on her part as Merrick drew in to greet him. Instead his focus shifted, pale eyes turning upon his mentor's sharp features as fangs parted to briefly mouth at the underside of his chin in a respectful, almost playful gesture. Rooted, he merely followed the coywolf with his gaze as he strode forward to giddily inspect their newest arrival.

What he did not expect was to be summoned closer. A raven ear pricked forward and the hint of a frown appeared on his muzzle, heart skipping an uncomfortable beat as he took a moment to wonder why. What sort of job? A test, perhaps? Despite a certainty that he could feel his blood begin to run cold at the idea of disappointing his new teacher, the boy stepped tentatively closer in quiet expectation.


sanguine, my brother
January 17, 2020, 02:10 PM
Merrick
Pledged
Ursus
        astara's jealousy was felt but not acknowledged; too focused was merrick upon the wounded thing she had brought to their encampment.
        "someone fucked you up, huh?" the mad boy teased in a whisper. ursus roiled in his chest.
        blood to take to take to take
        a blink, laughter clinking like sharp shards of glass.
        and here now darkhearted venamis, ready to do merrick's bidding, and in turn, merrick would do the will of
        god
        he drew a breath that shook with anticipation.
        "make him scream."
        teacher; pupil; if venamis looked now he would see the violent gutter of merrick's last eye, an encouraging flame.
        he turned to astara, rushed to cover her tense and baleful face with soft kisses and whines and murmurings of his gratitude.

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January 17, 2020, 03:01 PM
Orochi
Lone Wolves

The rumble of his throat grew louder, louder as eyes glued onto him, as the man whispered, as he chortled. The growl was derived from the fact he did not know what would come next. That cluelessness bred fear. But he had to conceal it. He could not give this cluster of rogues the satisfaction he gave his captors. They could not make him scream.

When the man skipped back to his violet-eyed shadow, Orochi dug his claws in the dirt, attempting to pull himself up. He grunted and winced and growled. Leaning forward, falling back again and again. He had to get up and fight.

January 18, 2020, 03:14 PM
Astara
Pledged
Ursus
make him scream. 

astara turned her livid gaze upon venamis, knowing this moment was his defining crucible. a smirk settled the edge of her lips - how she hoped he would fail in the eyes of his master, so their roles could be reversed. a flame of jealousy darted in her heart as she reviewed what had just transpired: how dare he be greeted first, when she was the one that had made all this come to light!

she was still as merrick leapt upon her, her gaze still focused on the boy and his captive. she hoped bitterly orochi's bared teeth might prove more than just empty threat -- like an animal fascinated by the glut of bloodletting, astara tensed under merrick's ministrations, waiting for the killing blow with baited vehemence.


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