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Offline Itak

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this chain won't break | closed
« on: March 09, 2017, 02:40:43 AM »
Itak sat quietly in the Court of the Log. Olive eyes were narrowed as he inspected the great beast of a log that lay in the middle of the little clearing, covered with moss and fungi. Every now and again, a long centipede would scuttle out of one hole and into another, presumably on the search for food. A constant struggle for survival, wasn't it? Especially there, in the dying forest that stunk of rot and decay like old crumbling wood exposed to stagnant water and the elements for too long. Or perhaps that was all in his mind - a manifestation of his disdain for Alteron, and for every single living thing within it.

His mother had raised him to be loyal, but the Alteron she had raised him to pledge his allegiance too no longer existed in his eyes. This place, this pack, was foreign to him. Their courts, their ranks, their ambitions.. all different. This place was not his home. But truly, what use was it in thinking such a thing? Itak had tried to escape, and his brother's life had been snuffed out in the process. His own soul had been seized by the silver-tongued politician, Afzhal - his mentor, for some time, before everything had fallen into chaos.

There had been so many upheavals of power, the crown of Alteron being snatched from one greasy, greedy hand to the next. The nation had suffered in the meantime, with no structure or force of authority to uphold the laws of the land.. Itak grimaced, clearing his head of those thoughts. Instead, the lithe hellion focused his attention on creating a plan of action. For far too long he had gone unnoticed and unused, his talents wasted. If he could not escape this land, perhaps he could use it to his advantage in some way. It would require work, which was not a problem for Itak; if there was one thing Skyzhara instilled within her children, it was a powerful drive to succeed. Afzhal was the only reason Itak still drew breath, and for that he owed the man greatly. Afzhal would not wait for repayment forever, Itak knew that much; he was a man of opportunity and ambition, as Itak was, as Itak had learned to be from the silver-tongue himself.

For himself, for his well-being, Itak knew he would need to integrate himself into the very society that had tried to kill him, that had killed his brother Haras. Thin muzzle parted as his tongue darted out, swiping over his lips before returning to its cage of teeth. Mossy gaze drifted from the log to the rest of the clearing, and the hellion stood, rolling his shoulders before taking off at a brisk pace. Moving through the territory was likely the best way to encounter someone who could aid him in ascending - a subtle encounter, by chance of course, to introduce him to the high rollers of Alteron.

He'd brought his cards; he was ready to play.


open to two, no post saves pls!
« Last Edit: May 30, 2017, 09:43:58 PM by Itak »


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credulous at best, your desire to believe
in angels in the hearts of men. pull your head on
out your hippy haze and give a listen.
shouldn't have to say it all again. the universe is
hostile, so impersonal, devour to survive -
so it is, so it's always been.

we all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire.
vicariously i live while the whole world dies,
much better you than i.

  

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Re: this chain won't break | open
« Reply #1 on: March 14, 2017, 05:43:12 PM »
                                                            Their perch was warmed stone in a rare patch of sunlight, heat soaking into the dark swoops and swirls of their coat. The chill of rain had long fled, the bite of frost kissing the grass melted away with the suns sweet breath. Seir lay there and basked in the peace of the moment, eyes half mast, ears occasionally flicking without purpose. After all, it wasn't as if the slumbering beast could hear anything.

In the moment, they did not want to. They just wanted to lay there and forget, to pretend that maybe a few yards away his brothers tussled in the grass, their sister dancing along the sidelines. Their father would come to them and kiss their face, breath hot with blood from the hunt and they would eat together. Mother -

The fantasy shattered and Seir blinked hard, snarling quietly. They glowered at the earth and wanted nothing more than to see it covered in blood, her blood, red hot fire coursing through their veins like vengeful gods bringing lightning down - yet tears welled up in red eyes as black seeped through their teeth and smothered their vision. Because she was murder, she was death, and they had loved her so deeply. Her nose brushing their cheek, her laugh when they did something silly just to see her smile. Their mother, and they see that sweet smile with her smoldering stare over the bodies and flesh between her teeth.

They don't let the tears fall, clicking their teeth and scraping their cheeks against the stone. It hurts, but it reminds them. It reminds them of their purpose, of why they were in Alteron in the first place, for strength, and the burning in their eyes rushes through to their legs and all they want to do is run. Seir shakes out their coat, but the anxiety remains like the pounding of war drums in ears that never could hear. They leap from their place in the sun, claws sinking into the dirt and propelling them into the dark.

They do not see Itak until he is practically upon them, and they whirl about with spitting venom and spiked hackles, some thunderous sound reverberating through their throat and out into the air. Surprise and trauma breeds aggression, and Seir looks upon Itak like a mad dog cornered, snapping their teeth.

It was not some higher creature that Itak came upon, no thing of Alteron with powers to raise him up. No Anya, no Afzhal. No pawn made king on a throne of swords and old hopes and dreams.

It was Seir.

Beware, they bite.
                                                           

Offline Shatter!

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Re: this chain won't break | open
« Reply #2 on: April 02, 2017, 11:28:20 PM »
Months passed sluggishly since the escape attempt on the borders, and yet it was still fresh in Shatter's memory. Haras's tail received a proper perch in one of the corners of Shatter's den, easily unearthed if she wanted to relive the moment she wrenched it from its host's dead body. Though Haras's tail was a great and valuable treasure within her collection, its presence represented one half of a miserable whole, and she was engrossed with the fantasy of what that dismembered tail would look like displayed on Itak's pelt.

Two brothers fled on that day. One was slain while the other lived. It seemed improper to leave one alive. The asymmetry disturbed her. She should have brought two tails home that day, not one. Haras's tail felt like an incomplete masterpiece, left abandoned on her worktable.

Nevertheless, Afzhal's hand now gripped Itak's leash, and though he was a lowly slave, he fell under the silver-smiled Baron's protection. Shatter likewise knew that Afzhal would easily relinquish that protection if Itak proved to be a disappointing charge, and from thereon, his life would be forfeit. All she could do was anxiously await the day Afzhal's vigilance faltered.

Even under those conditions, Shatter was not above swooping in and out of Itak's sight, disrupting his tenuous peace only to rattle the bars of his cage. He needed the occasional reminder that if he disappointed Afzhal, she would be among the crowd of slobbering jaws seeking to pick his bones clean. She wondered if Itak remembered her; if he had been coherent enough to watch her desecrate his brother's corpse.

With a sinewy and brooding gait, she passed through the trees, appearing from behind Seir. The other wolf was bristling and snarling at Itak, evidently caught off-guard; if they were so provoked by Itak's presence, then surely Shatter's stealthy arrival would elicit a worse response, the dark woman looming behind Seir like a knife poised between the shoulder blades. If Seir didn't recoil, Shatter would lean in to rasp a single message into their ear.

"Next time," said Shatter almost beatifically, "You'll remember to watch your back." She snapped her teeth centimeters from Seir's ear, precise enough to shear the hairs off the back of it without drawing blood, and withdrew, lumbering away. That, she had done for craps and giggles.

Shatter blinked dryly, her orange eyes swiveling towards Itak next, though she did not break contact with Seir. Her teeth prickled in her mouth as saliva flooded her tongue, dripping down her chin in thick ribbons. A discolored tongue picked between her fangs. "Are you behaving yourself?" she inquired cuttingly.
« Last Edit: April 03, 2017, 08:29:24 PM by Shatter! »
     

Lay down your bodies
Leave us your souls
Trade us your hardened hearts
for sulfur, death and smoke

Follow your master’s lead
Yeah, he’s so hungry
He’s got a beast to feed
Yeah, it’s so hungry


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Offline Itak

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Re: this chain won't break | closed
« Reply #3 on: May 30, 2017, 09:43:32 PM »
     

What Itak was met with in the dense forest was whirling fur and snapping jaws. He recoiled quickly, his own face contorting into a snarl, wrinkles gathering above gleaming white teeth. The stranger was smaller in stature, but that didn't necessarily give the hellion any advantage. While he had no doubt over his own skill, Itak knew better than to judge someone else on something so simple as size. The man scoffed, his lip curling more in disgust than a snarl at that point. "eff!" the hellion man almost screamed, as though he were some frustrated parent and they, a child acting out.

But that wasn't enough to deal with, was it? Of course not.

Enter Shatter, and Itak's paw returned to the ground from it's position held up halfway. What in seven hells did she want? Itak remembered her -- he remembered her teeth sinking deep into his brother, watching as she stole Haras' life away with hungry jaws. Was she hungry for him, too? His nerves were all on fire, his body uncomfortably hot. Nervousness, he supposed it was, but the sleek hellhound kept his composure.

Face fell from disgusted at Seir's outburst to wary and guarded, bright green gaze focused on the violent woman. "Are you behaving yourself?" Shatter asked him, her voice like whirring slaughterhouse saws. Itak admired the way she could strike fear into him simply by appearance alone -- but he knew what she was capable of. He knew, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep himself from meeting the sane fate as Haras.

"Of course," the hellion answered, fighting back the urge to bare his teeth at her. As much as Itak hated to admit it, there was something alluring about that dark woman. Maybe it was a need to know the inner workings of her mind - who could say? "I heard everyone got souvenirs." Shatter knew what he meant. "What part did you take?" It reminded Itak of the stories their mother had told them of their father. Varg had supposedly had a habit of taking parts from his victims, collecting bits and pieces in their den like a gory trophy room. Itak imagined Shatter and Vargspar would have gotten along extremely well.

Birds (vultures) of a feather, you know.


     


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credulous at best, your desire to believe
in angels in the hearts of men. pull your head on
out your hippy haze and give a listen.
shouldn't have to say it all again. the universe is
hostile, so impersonal, devour to survive -
so it is, so it's always been.

we all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire.
vicariously i live while the whole world dies,
much better you than i.

  

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Re: this chain won't break | closed
« Reply #4 on: June 08, 2017, 12:55:55 AM »
                                                            There is some whisper of satisfaction, relief when Itak jerks backwards, paw up in the air like some wounded prey. It eases the stinging nettles and a gust of air escapes their lips, a harsh release of their panting lungs. For just a second, a split moment in time, the red begins to recede.

They know that the wolf before them is not their mother. She is not in this dark forest, and she cannot be there, Seir knows that.

The body does not obey.

The mind splits and wanders, and something screams in the ears that can’t hear. They wonder what the crow call sounds like.

Perhaps the earth is tilting.

Could he feel it, that stranger with their mothers face? The crumbling ground around them dropping into the void -

Breath slides across their devil pointed ears and they whirl like a wave, teeth snapping at the jaws lingering there with death riddled kisses, red eyes embers and they don’t know or care if they make contact, if their teeth come back stained red but they don’t care and they only see that grinning maw feel their breathe on their face and the crumbling ground beneath their feet.

Seir cannot see the vultures, but they see the teeth, and they cry back with blazes in their eyes. They only fear one monster, and Shatter is not her.



short because I'm super tired, but basically
- turns to snap at shatter, potentially catching her lip/nose, up to sun
- backs up and just kinds warily growls at both of them like an anxious bean
- seir needs a nap
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Re: this chain won't break | closed
« Reply #5 on: June 15, 2017, 08:22:29 PM »
Seir's reaction was so instantaneous, so knee-jerk, that there was absolutely no hope of Shatter dodging it, even if it had been barreling straight for her head with all the subtlety of a freight train. White teeth flashed out in a quick jab, snatching her lip and splitting it, blood spurting from the tattered black edge of Shatter's smile and staining her teeth. She felt the pain like a lance through her skull, the shock of it knocking a snarl out of her that betrayed no sense of vulnerability, only bristling with an instinctive threat -- if Seir's first impulse, when jeopardized, was to lash out blindly, then Shatter's was to seize her enemy by the throat and remind them that even when in the throes of blinding pain, she did not cry or convulse she WENT FOR THE EYES AND MADE SURE THAT PAIN DID NOT effING CONTINUE

a fault in the phalanx; but the men rush to replace their fallen comrade, shields raised and lances pointed, and the formation is whole again. Shatter blinked, coalfire eyes seething, and most inexplicably, smiled. Or maybe that was not a smile -- it was all teeth and no lip, no cordiality, dripping blood. "ha ha ha," Shatter said, more an imitation of a laugh than a laugh itself. "GOOD."

I'll let you go because you caught me off-guard. I like that. I admire that. The mosquito has their sting.

Next time, I'll catch you off guard.

(In the end, Shatter's pacifistic approach was because if she wanted to catch Seir off guard, it would be when they were least expecting it. Not because she was striking out with hotheaded blind retaliation, but because she had been surprised, and she wanted to return that feeling. And she would -- in Seir's den, where they ate, in their favorite spot to piss. One way or another, Shatter would come collecting, and there would always be that floating question.)

Shatter tongued at the new drooling gash carved into her mouth, pondering whether or not it would leave a scar, and offhandedly wondering if she should consult an Alchemist. Maybe Isaiah would be the one to treat her. Wouldn't that be something -- he might try to poison her. Shatter put Seir out of her periphery, and for the time being, chose not to antagonize them any further. Her first interest was Itak; he was, of course, why she was here, and Seir themselves just happened to be an enticing target.

Itak seemed nonplussed by her threat, even inquiring about trophies, as if his brother's desecrated body held no sentimentality. Shatter answered plainly, "I TOOK HIS LONG SNAKE TAIL." Itak may have realized, by this point, that she hadn't blinked in a while. "WHEN YOU DIE, I WILL HAVE YOUR FEMUR."
« Last Edit: June 15, 2017, 08:29:32 PM by Shatter! »
     

Lay down your bodies
Leave us your souls
Trade us your hardened hearts
for sulfur, death and smoke

Follow your master’s lead
Yeah, he’s so hungry
He’s got a beast to feed
Yeah, it’s so hungry


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Offline Itak

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Re: this chain won't break | closed
« Reply #6 on: September 16, 2017, 02:29:26 AM »


Seir's violent reaction to being startled was aimed at Shatter next -- and Itak curled his lip once more in disgust. How dreadfully stupid of them, he thought silently, pale green eyes staring at the two. Shatter's reaction was less than what the hellion had hoped for, but he said nothing. That was her business, and really, he just simply didn't care enough to ask. "ha ha ha, GOOD." Her laughter was almost chilling, an unnatural sound that was almost malevolent. He imagined that was what witches sounded like cackling away in the night, but Shatter was much more dangerous and much more real. The dark woman was a clear and obvious threat, and Itak's guard never wavered.

"I TOOK HIS LONG SNAKE TAIL. WHEN YOU DIE, I WILL HAVE YOUR FEMUR."

Anger flared within him, and perhaps Shatter would even see it in his eyes (he did not try to hide it). He had always been so jealous of Haras's snake tail, so like their mother's. Itak showed no signs of being a hellion except for a few extra inches on his tail, and who would notice such a thing?

Skyzhara had been a beautiful hellion, and the only being that Itak had ever truly admired. The hellion man had promised that one day he would have his brother's pelt to wear like a cloak, for unlike Skyzhara, Itak despised his brother. He thought Haras weak-minded, gifted with such proud genes that he did eff-all with.

"A pity," he said with a frown, brows furrowing as though truly frustrated at the news. "I had always been jealous of that tail." Itak was unperturbed by the phalanx's words, the fact that she knew what part of him she wished to harvest simply another piece of information. He despised the dark woman, if only for the fact that she had something that he had wanted, a stolen prize. That she waited with eager, salivating jaws for the chance to tear into him, though? That made him angry. Itak was a selfish man, and self preservation was his main priority. Any threats to this were enemies, and would be treated as such and, if the chance came, snuffed out.

Perhaps one day his chance would come to sink his teeth into Shatter's throat and rip her insides out, but for now the man was content to bide his time patiently, build his strength and resources. He had a goal in mind, and with both Shatter and Afzhal looming in the shadows,... well, he knew to tread carefully.




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credulous at best, your desire to believe
in angels in the hearts of men. pull your head on
out your hippy haze and give a listen.
shouldn't have to say it all again. the universe is
hostile, so impersonal, devour to survive -
so it is, so it's always been.

we all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire.
vicariously i live while the whole world dies,
much better you than i.