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a rather sickening smell lured little lita from the den.
she shivers beneath the cool coverage of shadow, sunlight filtering from between pine branches and illuminating her path. everything around her felt unusually cold for a midsummer's afternoon — but despite this, gnats seem to be clinging to her.
the clearing almost looks grey. a flock of ravens scatter at the sound of her footsteps, alerting her of their unhappiness with shrill, annoying squawks.
she'd been having fun, scampering around and chasing them, until she steps in something warm and wet and sticky.
when she looks down, the grass is red.
and if she squints really really hard, in between a huddled mass of birds and flies, she can see the mangled remains of what looked to be the head of a coyote.
she shivers beneath the cool coverage of shadow, sunlight filtering from between pine branches and illuminating her path. everything around her felt unusually cold for a midsummer's afternoon — but despite this, gnats seem to be clinging to her.
the clearing almost looks grey. a flock of ravens scatter at the sound of her footsteps, alerting her of their unhappiness with shrill, annoying squawks.
caw! caw! ra-a-a-ah!she mimics, giggling as one swoops down over her head and disappears into the tall reeds. (yeah, that'll teach 'em!) she snaps her jaws aimlessly in the general direction they flew off toward, tail fiercely swinging into a confident wag.
she'd been having fun, scampering around and chasing them, until she steps in something warm and wet and sticky.
when she looks down, the grass is red.
and if she squints really really hard, in between a huddled mass of birds and flies, she can see the mangled remains of what looked to be the head of a coyote.
July 01, 2024, 07:02 PM
I couldn't resist some gruesome sisterly bonding time! <3
From inside the den, Athella held back. Her dark baby blue eyes watched the retreating form of Lita, drawn out into the light. The sickening stench was heavy in the air. It was strange, tickling her nose in a way she had never felt before.
Already, an eerie sense of calm surrounded the young Bearclaw princess. Seated on her haunches, she watched with an intense, neutral expression. Studying what it was that drew her dark sister.
Then the glint of something red, so out of place on the green grass. It was faint, but it was enough to coax Athella out into the heat of the day. Prowling, she slinks up alongside her sister. A clash of a golden necklace against a black cloak.
Underfoot, against the grass, a sticky liquid seeped against her toes. She only glanced at her paw before looking towards the mass of birds. More glimpses of red. With a little hiss she stepped forward so they would give way. This discovery belonged to the Bearclaw sisters. It was on their land - they were entitled. She waited for Lita to catch up, acknowledging it was she who had truly found the gruesome puzzle first.
initially, the silver princess could care little of what the gold and the onyx princess were up to, as she remained within the comfort of the den. but both stop, and somehow their silence deafens her to all else. suddenly, she finds herself rising to her feet and spying what is it that halts them — until she smells it.
putrid, filthy, repugnant. adalynn learned what those words meant when she stepped foot near It.
It's eyes, glossy and faded like the surface of water. It's fur, messy and clumped together. It's mouth, slack open and shameless. It's body missing. instead, something putrid, filthy, repugnant runs from where the rest of It's should've been.
now, shes standing between It and her sisters as the shield between them before she breaks into a squeal for her mother, her father — anyone really, to take It away.
adalynn asks, who did this? but she is asking the wrong question.
she should've been asking what.
putrid, filthy, repugnant. adalynn learned what those words meant when she stepped foot near It.
It's eyes, glossy and faded like the surface of water. It's fur, messy and clumped together. It's mouth, slack open and shameless. It's body missing. instead, something putrid, filthy, repugnant runs from where the rest of It's should've been.
now, shes standing between It and her sisters as the shield between them before she breaks into a squeal for her mother, her father — anyone really, to take It away.
adalynn asks, who did this? but she is asking the wrong question.
she should've been asking what.
Ameline bathed herself as she lay sprawled in the entrance of the den. In dismay, she tried to slick the fur of her belly this way and that- to cover the obvious bald spots created by her nursing children. It would grow back, she told herself- but in the meantime, she hated looking like she had a combover alongside each swollen teat.
She gave a faint smile to all three curious girls as they went past her, permitted to romp so long as she could keep an eye on them. She shuffled forward a bit, so she might catch a bit more fresh air before she went back to her grooming-
And as she inhaled, she too grimaced at the ugly scent.
Her nose wrinkled in distaste; she wetted her muzzle with a flick of her pink tongue, only to find herself further repulsed by the scent and-
an alarm.
The fur along her spine stood up. Normally, she was detested and repulsed by smelly things, but this…The stench was stale and musty, but sick as well. She let out a surprised bark as she sat up, and looked around for Adalynn, Avalita and Athella- only to find them approaching the putrid object.
Adalynn’s squeal was met with a sudden, loud growl as she bounded toward them, fangs bared. Never before would her children have seen this side of her- but it was her only means of ensuring that they did not touch the foul object.
She snapped once at both Avalita and Athella- clicking her teeth in the air to shepherd them back, and snaked her head toward Adalynn, to ward her sentinel daughter back as well, before she stood protectively over the skull, willing to fend even her own daughters off if necessary.
She was wary of its powers; somewhere within the putrid, rotting flesh lay the likely cause of its death- a maddening sickness that could be dormant but still- she would take no chances.
A ripple of dread rolled down her back.
Someone brought this.
Someone is trying to curse you.
Someone is trying to
kill
your
children.
She called for @Ancelin, so that he might see the bad omen that had been dropped, so conveniently, just at their doorstep.
”Thtay back, girlth,” She spoke to them then; still serious, but less hostile. She would apologize later, shower them with praise- but for now, she had to keep them from touching the cursed skull.
She gave a faint smile to all three curious girls as they went past her, permitted to romp so long as she could keep an eye on them. She shuffled forward a bit, so she might catch a bit more fresh air before she went back to her grooming-
And as she inhaled, she too grimaced at the ugly scent.
Her nose wrinkled in distaste; she wetted her muzzle with a flick of her pink tongue, only to find herself further repulsed by the scent and-
an alarm.
The fur along her spine stood up. Normally, she was detested and repulsed by smelly things, but this…The stench was stale and musty, but sick as well. She let out a surprised bark as she sat up, and looked around for Adalynn, Avalita and Athella- only to find them approaching the putrid object.
Adalynn’s squeal was met with a sudden, loud growl as she bounded toward them, fangs bared. Never before would her children have seen this side of her- but it was her only means of ensuring that they did not touch the foul object.
She snapped once at both Avalita and Athella- clicking her teeth in the air to shepherd them back, and snaked her head toward Adalynn, to ward her sentinel daughter back as well, before she stood protectively over the skull, willing to fend even her own daughters off if necessary.
She was wary of its powers; somewhere within the putrid, rotting flesh lay the likely cause of its death- a maddening sickness that could be dormant but still- she would take no chances.
A ripple of dread rolled down her back.
Someone brought this.
Someone is trying to curse you.
Someone is trying to
kill
your
children.
She called for @Ancelin, so that he might see the bad omen that had been dropped, so conveniently, just at their doorstep.
”Thtay back, girlth,” She spoke to them then; still serious, but less hostile. She would apologize later, shower them with praise- but for now, she had to keep them from touching the cursed skull.
July 03, 2024, 04:23 PM
@Andrelia was just about to close her baby jaws around her dad's paw, which he held above her, hooting like a rude older brother rather than the father he was supposed to be at this moment. ameline's tension drew a flick of his ear; he looked up when his mate stood to her paws and abruptly left the den.
"hold on, sport," the rex muttered, holding any further charges off with said bitten paw. he caught the fetid reek on the air. he was up too, ordering andrelia to stay put where she was in the den but sensing she would run after him all the same.
ameline stood over a lump of something dead in the grass. ancelin's spine prickled and he paced forward, the hard set of his shoulders warning back their little princesses should they try for the object again.
the glut of his own superstition rose hot and sickening as he stared down into those recessed, half-closed eyes, saw the yellowing tongue and the ripped cords where throat had been, where a voice once spoke.
"something put this here," ancelin growled, tracking for the smeared blood and the remains of where its body should have lain. nothing.
the suspicious indigo set itself on ameline. "kvarsheim?"
"hold on, sport," the rex muttered, holding any further charges off with said bitten paw. he caught the fetid reek on the air. he was up too, ordering andrelia to stay put where she was in the den but sensing she would run after him all the same.
ameline stood over a lump of something dead in the grass. ancelin's spine prickled and he paced forward, the hard set of his shoulders warning back their little princesses should they try for the object again.
the glut of his own superstition rose hot and sickening as he stared down into those recessed, half-closed eyes, saw the yellowing tongue and the ripped cords where throat had been, where a voice once spoke.
"something put this here," ancelin growled, tracking for the smeared blood and the remains of where its body should have lain. nothing.
the suspicious indigo set itself on ameline. "kvarsheim?"
July 03, 2024, 07:40 PM
ty all for joining! :D anyone welcome! no posting order <3
so much seemed to happen all at once.
in a devastating crescendo, her family fell down upon her shoulders, all just as shocked and intrigued as avalita was. she cannot seem to pry her eyes away from the — thing, much in the same way one does when they see a horrid accident on the side of the highway.
it stares into the ether with glassy, milky eyes, little white crescent-shaped grubs — maggots — crawling out from the permanently flared nostrils. burnt sienna flecks the corners of the open mouth; and upon closer inspection, one might see the hints of cartilage and bone peeking out in shards of torn away skin.
mama forces her back, and while normally avalita would have fought this, her survival instinct rages with an unknown, creeping terror. papa encroaches next, muttering a word the girl did not understand. kvarsheim?
in a devastating crescendo, her family fell down upon her shoulders, all just as shocked and intrigued as avalita was. she cannot seem to pry her eyes away from the — thing, much in the same way one does when they see a horrid accident on the side of the highway.
it stares into the ether with glassy, milky eyes, little white crescent-shaped grubs — maggots — crawling out from the permanently flared nostrils. burnt sienna flecks the corners of the open mouth; and upon closer inspection, one might see the hints of cartilage and bone peeking out in shards of torn away skin.
mama forces her back, and while normally avalita would have fought this, her survival instinct rages with an unknown, creeping terror. papa encroaches next, muttering a word the girl did not understand. kvarsheim?
nah!she is quick to add her rebuttal as she points out a tuft of dark chestnut fur lying in the grass, head shaking furiously.
beaw.
July 03, 2024, 07:58 PM
the tiny click of her teeth bounces off the walls – foiled again! andrelia overturned in heady laughter all the same at ancelin’s hollers, preferring this parenting style over a pull-up-your-trousers-you-cant-eat-that-thats-and-too-damn-bad! dad any day.
one by the dozen (three is a lot and its like any of the former knew the tally) her sisters flittered out of her limited focus, not that she was entirely paying attention to them when it was daddy and favorite daughter time. but soon her father rose with his sun, and like the pantomime child she was, the bruin-girl swaddled her baby fat after his path, trying and failing to imitate his gait.
overturned frescos of fresh loam dressed cheeks stippled with gooseflesh—sensational death. but the girl was particularly infatuated with the glassy eyes, and given how unbreathing the animal was, she didn’t think it would if she slipped one for herself.
she gargled in her hoity-toity honey boo boo manner of wailing,
“da! da!”in the way that she hoped her father would get her the thing she wants.
July 15, 2024, 09:22 PM
The odor was unlike anything she had ever encountered before. Foreign and strange, with an edge to it she could not place. The silver fur of her older (by minutes) sister blocked her view, from staring into a pair of sockets, brimming with maggots and worms instead of eyes. Adalynn's shriek stirred something in her. Just enough for the golden ring of her hairs begin to prickle.
In a flash, her look alike mother swooped in. Ushering the three sisters back with a clack of teeth. Miniature hackles still on end and thin lipped, Athella stepped back. Her bum knocking gently against a hock of her father, who had also arrived.
The adults had their own opinion on the severed head, all too aware of the dangers infested deep in it's flesh. Availta had her own opinion too. Though she lacked the capacity to understand what this danger meant, Athella's instinct kept her on edge.
She inhaled again. That smell. It was too sweet. Too rotten. It wasn't right.
Her face was taut, head hunkered low in suspicion. She uttered one word. "Wrrunng."
In a flash, her look alike mother swooped in. Ushering the three sisters back with a clack of teeth. Miniature hackles still on end and thin lipped, Athella stepped back. Her bum knocking gently against a hock of her father, who had also arrived.
The adults had their own opinion on the severed head, all too aware of the dangers infested deep in it's flesh. Availta had her own opinion too. Though she lacked the capacity to understand what this danger meant, Athella's instinct kept her on edge.
She inhaled again. That smell. It was too sweet. Too rotten. It wasn't right.
Her face was taut, head hunkered low in suspicion. She uttered one word. "Wrrunng."
July 16, 2024, 04:59 PM
the snap of mother's jaws towards her other sisters, only for her to be met with a nudge. to adalynn it's a reward. a job well done. so her tiny jaw mimics her golden mother, the silver princess' own attempt at silencing her troublesome sisters.
"beaw", avalita says. "wrung", athella insists. "da da", wails andrelia, which earns her a tug on the tail as adalynn shepherds her with the rest.
whatever It was, none of them can know.
back!she squeaks, deciding herself as shield. though adalynn would take her own glimpses at It, and the bliss she felt washed away as quickly as it came.
"beaw", avalita says. "wrung", athella insists. "da da", wails andrelia, which earns her a tug on the tail as adalynn shepherds her with the rest.
whatever It was, none of them can know.
She remained ready to fend off her children should one bolt toward the cursed skull, her eyes catching the flickering rage that grew with the narrowing of her husband’s pupils. Kvarsheim. Her lips drew tight; she wanted someone to blame, but thought the wolves of Kvarsheim to be feckless, harmless.
That would make them so much more easy to crush if they simply pinned the blame on them.
The girls hypothesized; Ameline did not notice the theft of fur, but thought that Avalita suggested it was a bear’s skull.
Andrelia sought her father’s attention. Athella uttered a word that earned her a soft growl and nod of agreement.
To her mate she looked, with hungry eyes. How she wished, now, that the girls were grown- that they could storm their chosen target and make them pay for the atrocity- regardless of whether they were found guilty. She felt wickedness wet her lips; she longed for a witch-hunt.
She looked to her daughters- who could have fallen victim to the attempt, simply because they were children still.
She looked to Ancelin.
That would make them so much more easy to crush if they simply pinned the blame on them.
The girls hypothesized; Ameline did not notice the theft of fur, but thought that Avalita suggested it was a bear’s skull.
Not bear. Canine.Truthfully, she hadn’t examined it long enough to tell if it had been coyote or wolf- but she didn’t want her daughters to imagine beheading was even something a wolf would ever have to worry about.
Andrelia sought her father’s attention. Athella uttered a word that earned her a soft growl and nod of agreement.
It ith wrong.Ameline responded quietly. Whoever had left it had done a very wrong thing. Adalynn earned a faint grin, for continuing to keep her sisters from coming too close.
To her mate she looked, with hungry eyes. How she wished, now, that the girls were grown- that they could storm their chosen target and make them pay for the atrocity- regardless of whether they were found guilty. She felt wickedness wet her lips; she longed for a witch-hunt.
Foolth,She said, a flick of her tail punctuating the word as the tip cracked like a whip.
Who-evuh brought thith, ith a fool to think they could fell uth: the Bearclawth, with thith.She said, placing one paw atop the skull, allowing her claws to sink into the soft, decaying skin.
She looked to her daughters- who could have fallen victim to the attempt, simply because they were children still.
Learn from thith, girlth; learn thith thent. It meanth death, if you get it in yuh mouth, or if a creature with thith thmell biteth you.She watched, to make sure none of them came too close.
She looked to Ancelin.
We’ll find out who did thith.
July 21, 2024, 07:39 AM
as their baby girls thronged around ankles and plied ears with little cries, ancelin glowered again, almost hateful in his rage.
bear. canine. deliberate either way.
ameline once more was the voice of calm reason for the reactive young king. "yes. we will." he waited until the princesses had taken the scent, eyeing each of them in turn as he conveyed a sense of caution.
what good little fighters they'd be.
he circled the head, motioning everyone back; he pissed cleanly on the skull and the flattened grass around it, emptying the bearclaw fragrances defiantly on top of the witchmark meant to ward them away.
tongue lolled in a sudden grin. it belonged to them now, this object of curse and poison. perhaps when the skin dried away and the blood was gone, they'd perch it on some branch leading into the valley.
"in not so long you'll be ready to hunt," ancelin murmured to their girls, lifting a paw to motion away, back to the den and the guardianship of their valley.
he met ameline's gaze with stoic pleasure. "we hunt wolves who do this," he decided aloud, drawing from the hotness of her gaze. "and we kill them."
bear. canine. deliberate either way.
ameline once more was the voice of calm reason for the reactive young king. "yes. we will." he waited until the princesses had taken the scent, eyeing each of them in turn as he conveyed a sense of caution.
what good little fighters they'd be.
he circled the head, motioning everyone back; he pissed cleanly on the skull and the flattened grass around it, emptying the bearclaw fragrances defiantly on top of the witchmark meant to ward them away.
tongue lolled in a sudden grin. it belonged to them now, this object of curse and poison. perhaps when the skin dried away and the blood was gone, they'd perch it on some branch leading into the valley.
"in not so long you'll be ready to hunt," ancelin murmured to their girls, lifting a paw to motion away, back to the den and the guardianship of their valley.
he met ameline's gaze with stoic pleasure. "we hunt wolves who do this," he decided aloud, drawing from the hotness of her gaze. "and we kill them."
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