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Post by Myst on Jul 17, 2017 20:41:10 GMT -5
alright, not going to lie, I've been super into werewolves and I have a full concept for them and I just had the idea of a werewolf assassin that anybody can hire if they know the right people - honestly didn't have a plot in mind but I'm honestly pretty chill with anything
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:05:09 GMT -5
okay so listen nobody has taken this hella plot in the two days it's been posted im ready *puts on hat*
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:10:27 GMT -5
bOI there is no plot i never had one only a character concept cause i'm laMEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:11:13 GMT -5
i think i might have a little plot in mind sooo cB
tell me about this character tho
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:17:22 GMT -5
ooooo tell me
first of all, scared of water does not swim ever end of story werewolf assassin bc need money to live, not fond of talking to much cause they're lowkey dumb and will give away that theyre either a werewolf. Or an assassin. Or both. highkey stubborn and sneaky but hella lowkey soft and neEDS HUGS AND VALIDATIon but won't ask for it bc no never decided a gender or physical appearance cause i'm indecisive
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:21:56 GMT -5
oooo i like this character oh my god speaking of gender would you like a mxf, fxf, or mxm? or nonbinaryxsomething ?? o:
because i mean do you expect this to not have romance i mean i romance all ur characters /shot
so ye let me go write out this plot
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:24:05 GMT -5
okay so assassin first thing that comes to mind is somebody important in society that is to be assassinated. so i was thinking with this being supernatural/fantasy what with werewolves, perhaps the other character is a high ranking witch/wizard/vampire/mage or something and somebody has it out against that family, so they hire your character to assassinate the family and we go from there and yeee
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:27:22 GMT -5
Hmmmm I might go with genderfluid?? bc ye so like genderfluidxwhateveryougowith
tbh i highkey expected romance
ohhhhh yeyeye that sounds good we got this probably high ranking mage I feel like my assassin is just gunna be a whole business like 'yeah i specialize in sneaky murder but I can ALSO pull of heists and pickpockets and stuff for you. but mostly murder thank'
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:30:03 GMT -5
ooo nice cB i was thinking my character could be a female mage cB your character sounds awesome i love them so much already omg ooo and for added drama, maybe the person who ordered the assassin is later revealed to be somebody close to the mage family and yee betrayal
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:32:31 GMT -5
ohhhh yeyeyee yassssss I'm going to have to get used to them??? it's a mix of personalities i'm used to doing separately //rip oh yASSSSSSS
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:35:17 GMT -5
awbby i have faith in you, you got this ;D yessss im eXCITE
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:36:14 GMT -5
thanks babes vuv awe yEAHHH when do you wanna start?????
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:40:57 GMT -5
welc<33
ohhh whenever you're ready ;D i'll probably go to sleep soon tho because i have to wake up at 6 [gonna be babysitting some dogs for a week and gotta get up early]
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:42:01 GMT -5
<3333333
I'm always ready tbh??? sleep is importantttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:44:28 GMT -5
awwwhellaaaa would you like to start or? o: because if you want me to start i can do that and then go to bed
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:45:08 GMT -5
ahhh sure, you can start^^ and then get that good sleep~
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 22:48:33 GMT -5
alrightyyy uwu
give me like three years to set up a starter |D
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 22:49:00 GMT -5
Okayyyyy~~
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 19, 2017 23:05:45 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- Sometimes living in a so called royal family was extremely boring. She had wealth, she had fame, she had power. Trust me, she had power. Ceridwen Winters was one of the most powerful ice mages out there what with her mother being the high archmage and her father extremely powerful as well with electricity magic. Ceridwen welded much more than just ice, but that was her specialty, the power she felt the most attracted to. At a young age she had learned to master the coldness of winter, the harshness of the cold months, and wield them with her bare hands. She had learned extremely fast, so fast in fact, that her mother had been quite surprised at how adept her daughter was at learning ice magic. This quick learning allowed Ceridwen to pull back on some of her other spells - fire spells, electricity spells, restoration spells - to allow her ice powers to truly be shown. Now that she was older and had learned all she pretty much could with her ice powers, it was up to her to learn the rest. While it was fun to mess around with her magic, it wasn't something she considered a true hobby. She would much rather get out and do something in the lands, the woods. And, truth be told, she was on her way to do something other than sit around and study magic all day.
Fortunately for her both her mother and father had been busy - too busy to keep an eye out on their rebellious daughter. Slipping out of the large house had been quite easy for the redhead. Sneaking out of the house had been only the first part, though. Now, if her plan worked, she would be out free in no time. She just had to hope nobody else would catch sight of her from here to the stables. Once again she was lucky. Their stableman must have been out collecting more feed for the horses in town for he was nowhere in sight. Thank the gods, Ceridwen thought to herself.
The young mage walked over to the far end of the stable where a majestic dark palomino stood. Her dark eyes watched the mage with familiarity. In a matter of no time, and with the cooperativeness of the mare, Ceridwen had the equine out of her stall in no time. A smile curled over the female's lips as she expertly got on the animal's back. "Alright, Seraph, you ready for a ride?"
The mare, seeming to understand, gave a little huff through her flared nostrils. With a kick to the sides from the rider, the horse was off, trotting toward the thick woods with a steady pace.
/wooo sorry this is bad. i'm going to sleep now, i'll see you sometime tomorrow ye<3
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Post by Myst on Jul 19, 2017 23:09:18 GMT -5
Shhhh it's perfect <3 gnight, sleep well!!
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Post by Myst on Jul 20, 2017 7:58:01 GMT -5
Akela Rose Hunting was a way of life. Either hunt or be hunted, that's all there really ever was. There was no way around the simple fact that no matter how glorified and advanced society had become, it was either kill or be killed. Sadly, it wasn't always in the literal sense, either. Socially, economically, you name it and it could likely be done. Of course, there was also the matter of killing out of necessity. For example, deer typically were killed to serve as food for the wolves. Well, a wolf in this case. Technically werewolf, but that's a minor detail.
Of course, it was only minor if you didn't consider the fact that at a time the forest was claimed and maintained by a relatively small but powerful pack. One that had claimed the land hundreds of years previous and kept it under their watch up until twelve or so years ago. Akela had been just a pup then, an alpha pup, but a pup nonetheless. No older than seven with the bare minimum knowledge on how to properly hunt, he'd come back from one of his trial's to nothing. No family, no pack, nothing. Empty house, faded scents of hunters and blood, and a bit of silver on the ground. From then on, Akela learned and trained. School alongside fighting, hunting and a bit of rune magic he'd been meant to learn as up and coming alpha. They were simple, really - printed on trees that marked their borders and tattooed on his back with swirling designs that nobody would ever suspect. They only served to alert him to newcomers entering his woods. From there it was up to him to decide to seek them out, figure out their intentions only with stolen glances from the shadows. Most often, they were sport hunters. He'd never taken kindly to them - they never made it out. Simply 'disappeared' without a trace.
At least, that's what the town thought, and Akela would be happy to keep it that way. The wolf had unwittingly started a 'curse' after coming into his own. Those who entered the forest with ill intentions didn't make it out. If they did, somebody else in town experienced heavy misfortune. He heard people talk about it but never commented. No, he never would. After all, it was his doing. The new found job hadn't been intentional, it really hadn't, but some years ago a vampire had sought out the werewolf with a promise of pay. Only a day later the reigning matriarch of the coven was dead with no trace of how or what had done it. After that, Akela had taken to thieving, heists, but mostly assassinations, upon request. After all, it paid for the house in town and kept people out of his territory, and that's all that mattered.
Right now, though? Right now he was chasing down a buck that had no chance of survival. Unless, of course, the werewolf's hunger suddenly vanished or he had to shift back to a presentable human form. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2017 20:59:32 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- So far the woods seemed quiet. Peaceful. While to many the quiet of the forest would have been calming, to Ceridwen it was unnerving. She had slipped out of her large home to be out in the woods many times before this, and she knew that the woods was only this quiet when something was amiss. A thousand things could be wrong out here if everything was as quiet as it was. The first thing to come to her mind was that there was a predator somewhere out there. It wouldn't be unlikely - many predators called this forest home. The threat of predators was a big one, so big in fact, that every horse was trained to give a certain signal should the equine and rider come upon a predator. Each signal was different. The signal a horse would give would be specific to, say, if a mountain lion was roaming around compared to that of a lumbering bear. So far Seraph had yet to give any signs that she noticed a nearby threat, but something told Ceridwen it wouldn't be long before the palomino gave her rider the signal.
A few unsuspecting birds fluttered about in the canopy of the trees. They twittered and tweeted to one another, perhaps a mated pair fighting about where to make their nest. Ceridwen tried to look and capture a view of the two birds, but she wasn't lucky enough for such a sight. It was somewhat reassuring to hear two birds singing back to one another. Perhaps she was entering a part of the forest that was clear of a nearby lurking predator.
Unfortunately, the predator was still there.
A low grunt came from Ceridwen's mare; the horse stopped and her muscles stiffened underneath her coat. The mare brought up her head with nostrils flared to take in the scent of the world around her. Within seconds after that the mare was giving her signal - she remained stiff, her left ear flattened back, and she gave a hefty paw to the ground. One word ran through Ceridwen's mind - wolf.
In these woods there were three types of wolf known - gray, timber, and the rarest of them all, were. In all of her life Ceridwen had only been around one werewolf back when she had been a young teenager - fourteen perhaps. The were had been brought in as a prisoner of her home province, her features bloodied and bruised and beaten. Even while her "owner" held her in tight sliver chains and had her completely immobile in her limbs, she had had a snarl on her face and a fire burning in her eyes that had spoke to Ceridwen. "I will escape this gods-forsaken place". Ceridwen had felt the were to be a kindred spirit just from that. They both were fiery and stubborn, hard to keep down when pushed to the ground. Ceridwen, of course, had never heard of the werewolf again. What even had happened to her? Was she still alive somewhere in the depths of the dungeons? Or had she escaped and was once more running wild and free?
The mage's thoughts shifted as soon as Seraph gave a low grunt. Now both of her ears were flat and she was becoming antsy, shifting her weight back and forth as if she wasn't sure if she wanted to stay here or run away. The wolf was coming closer.
Ceridwen gritted her teeth. She held on tighter to Seraph's reigns, pulling up on the material to make the mare steady herself somewhat. "Don't worry, girl," Ceridwen murmured to the equine. "I got this." There was no sense in running now. The wolf was too close; if Seraph bolted off, the wolf would certainly give chase. Ceridwen knew they had to stand their ground and either scare or intimidate the canine away. Holding tight to Seraph's reigns with one hand, Ceridwen readied her other hand, the familiar tingling of icy coldness already running through her veins as she prepared herself for what could end up in a small scuffle between prey and predator.
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Post by Myst on Jul 20, 2017 21:24:32 GMT -5
Akela Rose His chase was going fine - the werewolf was coming ever closer to his prey, which meant coming ever closer to his next meal before he shifted back and went back to town to feign a normal life. Wind in his fur, eyes alight with the spirit of the hunt, and the woods were simply serving to his needs as they always did. Kept him hidden, currently downwind, and he knew every inch of it well enough to maneuver despite his current size. Everything couldn't be better, right? Wrong.
A minor itch turned into an intense burning sensation within a matter of seconds, generally focus on Akela's right flank - what would be his lower back right side. The southeast border - somebody was here. With a low, drawn out growl, the beast made a pivot that would have taken out one of his knees typically. But in this form? It was simply a sure fire way to get to where he wanted to be. And get there he would. Mostly dark fur and gray eyes, Akela was simply a blur in the shadows as he bolted towards his border, ears pinned against his skull and the occasional snort escaping him, half of frustration and the rest simply to breathe. How dare somebody enter the woods? More specifically, his woods. He kept with the 'curse' for a reason. But no, of course somebody just had to wander in. But the burn had been harsh, indicating the relative size of the newcomer. Maybe on horseback? Oh, who cared? He'd find out shortly.
The closer the loner got, the easier it was to confirm his suspicions. Horse back and some form of human. Maybe mage? Though, they hadn't been in these parts recently, not that he could remember. And what he could remember... Lips curling back into a snarl, he only pushed himself to go faster. No point in hiding himself now, seeing as he'd already made quite a bit of noise on his way here. Hopefully, his size would convince whatever it was was to leave. That was the best case scenario. Worst case scenario? A fight broke out, and it would likely then be to the death. It always was.
It didn't take much longer for the target to come into view - no visible or scentable weapons. Well, at least there was that. Still, it never ruled out magic. Either way, Akela slowed, growl rumbling deep in his chest as his hackles raised. As of current, he was full grown. What the really meant was standing at a few inches over six feet tall when standing with proper posture. And he was - anything to make him look bigger to make the other go away. If he had to talk, he would, as it wasn't unlike alphas to be able to speak in any form they took on. If everything went his way, which he had an inkling that it wouldn't, there'd be no speaking involved. This would end just as soon as it started, leaving the hunter to seek out another source of prey. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2017 21:50:43 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- Cold. Her blood was turning cold as icy power ran through her veins, ready to be channeled out as powerful spikes of ice or angry flurries of snowy hail. By now Ceridwen was used to the spiky coldness that came with her being a proficient ice mage. Had she attempted to use her fire or electric magic then the feeling would not have been so subtle and familiar to her. Fire brought flames to her blood, made her boil and burn with terrible singing sensations prickling her body. Electricity made the hair on her body stand up and it would make her jittery. Ice just made her feel that oh-so familiar numbing coldness wash over her. The cold calmed her down. Made her feel comfortable in her own skin. Many times did she long for the feeling of ice travelling through her veins even when she didn't need her powers. Magic could become addictive just as much as any drug, and sometimes Ceridwen could only stop and wonder if she herself had become addicted to the numbness of her own powers.
These thoughts were thrown to the side when a large wolf came into view. Seraph whinnied, kicking the ground with her sharp hooves as she also caught sight of the canine. For a mere second the mage female thought the wolf to be of the timber variety, but she was soon realizing how wrong she was. The true identity of this wolf was far more sinister than a timber wolf could ever be to her. This wolf was far more intelligent, far more powerful, far more human.
A were.
Ceridwen narrowed her green eyes. She stayed where she was, keeping control over Seraph with her one hand on the mare's reigns. As if challenging the were, the mage brought her gaze right to the gaze of the were's. "You can't scare me off," the mage called out firmly. Her voice thrummed with authority - the voice of somebody who knew she was powerful. Ice tingled at her fingertips as she continued to stare the were down. "You're merely an overgrown dog. These woods belong to my family, therefore I have every right to be granted safe passage through them. Should you disobey this decree and I am found to have been harmed, great misfortune will fall upon you and whatever pack you may associate with. Weres," the word came out sour, an insult toward the lupine, "should not even be in these woods." Her words were true; weres had been wiped out from this forest, or should had been, years ago. Had the expedition missed a few stranglers that were now beginning to come back to reclaim their old turf? Or was this a new pack encroaching in these woods? Ceridwen even wondered if she would ever know the truth about that as she glared down at the large canine.
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Post by Myst on Jul 20, 2017 22:14:27 GMT -5
Akela Rose Akela was nervous. He could smell the magic now that he'd closed the distance considerably. The type of magic was unknown to him, but he could smell it. Despite his nerves, he wouldn't let it show. First off, his life depended on it. The remaining shred of history that he carried depended on it. So, While he stood there, snarled morphing his features and flaming anger in his eyes, the were let his instinct take over just a little more and accepted the spirits of past alphas that it brought. They were faint, but easily increased the pre-existing amounts of authority in his aura, and his voice if it really came down to it. 'I'm starving - I really hope she just leaves. Or is easy to deal with.... If it's easy I can have her horse...' The thoughts were a bit out of place considering the situation, but they were serious thoughts. Food was very important.
Not as important as this, however, considering this could easily become a life or death situation. Not that the wolf's entire life wasn't just an on going life or death situation, but you know whatever. Focusing on the woman in front of him, he noticed how she met his gaze. Not even those who came with a job met his eyes. Well, she was certainly brave, and probably high in the society based on the way she held herself - nice horse, too. She had a voice to match, but it wasn't enough, not for Akela. These were his woods and he would not be swayed. These were his woods, and wouldn't have some mage telling him that her family owned them, not when he knew for a fact his pack had been here long before the town was even built. This wouldn't end well for one party or the other, and he wasn't sure if he cared which it was.
Mention of a pack was what really caught the canine's attention, however. Eyes blazing now, growling turning turned into an audible snarl and he escalated the challenge with a step forwards. "My pack existed here long before your family bought out the land without so much as seeking out the ancient alpha. I've existed here even after your kind eradicated my pack, and I will remain for as long as the Spirits allow me to do so." Akela's voice was low in pitch, rough because of his current form. And yet, it held an authority that alpha werewolves mustered in times that the lower ranks simply wouldn't listen - it essentially forced them into submission. He didn't expect it to work on her, not at all, but he expected it to get his point across. "You're merely a humanoid who feels entitled to what's left of my territory. I have every right to be rid of you by any means I see fit." He didn't let his nerves get the best of him, but his thoughts? Oh, all kinds of scenarios could be found there. Misfortune, however, wasn't one of them. He'd already lost his pack at seven. After that, he easily became the misfortune. Anything wrong that happened in town? It was probably him, so what was there to worry about? | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 20, 2017 22:52:53 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- "Never go near a werewolf, dear. They are dangerous, wily creatures. One wrong move and you're dead. Let the men take care of them."
"But, mother, I'm a mage. I have powers. I can take care of myself."
"Weres are different, honey. We may be powerful mages, but we let the warriors take care of those disgraceful creatures."
The voice of her mother Rowena rang through Ceridwen's head over and over again as she stared the large lupine down. Now here she was, going against what her mother had told her all those years ago. She had been about seven when she had had that conversation with her mother, an age where everything in life seemed so simple and perfect. Hmph. Life was anything but, and Ceridwen knew that now. She knew the hardships and the pain that came with being alive. Surviving was hard, even when one came from a prestigious family such as Ceridwen herself. How many times had there been some sort of panic due to some rogue mage or warrior wanting to take down the current archmage? Many revered and adored Rowena, but many also wanted to see her family line burn to the ground. They were tired of being told what to do by the Winters bloodline. They wanted change. They wanted somebody else to find themselves in power over the magic world. In a sense the archmage was the king to those who practiced magic and worshiped the god of magic. And with anybody in power, there was always somebody willing to take that person down. Ceridwen herself could fall into the hands of danger at any given point. She was, after all, technically the heir to the archmage throne. Her powers were strong, and while she had yet to master all the elements a mage could hold within their blood, Ceridwen was most certainly her mother's daughter.
With that in mind staring down this were was no problem. Ceridwen was a snobby one. She held herself high and thought of herself to be better than most. She had that self-absorbed air to her, the kind of aura that only a high-ranking born and bred person would have. She was selfish really. Throw that in with her independent and rash nature and you have yourself quite the young woman. Feisty and proper, yet snobbish and self-centered. Even now Ceridwen couldn't believe what this were was saying to her. The were's forest? No way. These woods belonged to Ceridwen's family and had for many generations. This werewolf had no idea what it was talking about.
"We needed no such approval from your ancient alpha. We took what was rightfully ours. Your Spirits do not walk down these woodland paths. You weres are not supposed to be here, and only the Spirits that watch over my family thrive in these parts. You are trespassing on the archmage's land. You should see yourself gone before the war hounds are thrown upon you." Her voice was still as firm as ever, cold now. Just as cold as the ice sparking through her veins.
The lupine had a rough voice. It held authority as well. The very sound of the voice caused Seraph to jerk her head sharply. Ceridwen managed to bring the mare's head back down, but only after a moment of maneuvering the reigns in such a way that would seem ungraceful to those who worked with horses. The were's voice did somewhat unsettle the redhead, but she cared little about that. What she cared about was getting rid of the creature. These woods did not belong to such a thing. This was not a matter of who had claimed the forest first, no, this was a matter of who actually owned the land, and Ceridwen's ancestors had paid fortunes to own this territory.
A sharp huff escaped the lips of the mage. She rolled her eyes. Was this lupine threatening her? It was threatening Ceridwen Winters? A sly little smirk danced upon her face. "I would certainly like to see you get rid of me; you could try, but you would never be able to succeed." As if reading herself for a fight that might possible end up inevitable with her attitude, Ceridwen allowed the faintest of sparks to glow from her hand. The magic emanated a very light glow, barely noticeable if one wasn't looking for it. A were's sharp eyesight could perhaps catch it with ease. Ceridwen was more than ready for a possible fight with the canine creature, and she had high confidence in her abilities to win.
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Post by Myst on Jul 20, 2017 23:28:45 GMT -5
Akela Rose Mind the borders, his father said. Mind the borders and don't leave the woods. Well, now he owned a house in the center of town and spent a good amount of time there. Nobody even suspected the fact that he could be a were, no they all thought he was human. But here? Any creature that entered the woods knew of his presence one way or another - either the mysterious force that brought death and misfortune or by brief appearances gifted before death or during the making of a contract. Other than that, only the woodland creature fully knew of his existence here. This? This was rare for the genderfluid alpha. He didn't perfer making himself known like this, but it had to be done. This was a special situation. This called for his presence to be made known as clearly as possible, so this was obviously the best approach.
In terms of his family, he knew his history well - could likely recite it almost perfectly if you asked him to. The land had been claimed long before anybody else had even made it to these parts. It was at least fifty years before others made their show and began to build on the land, and by then, his pack had staked their claim. Thirty or so years followed and it was found that their land had been bought out. Now, his ancestors hadn't gone out of their way to make themselves known, but the town knew that they were there. They just didn't care. A hundred years of fighting with the Winters' bloodline followed, and after that? Well, the rest was easy - the pack was taken down while Akela was out completing one of the several trials to become a warrior. At the time, he'd had no interest in embracing his alpha blood, feeling as though he had no right to lead. Now? He took advantage of it, bent the will of others to his will with just a few words. He was reminded of just what his voice could down when animals cowered or startled like her horse had, or when humans took a step back and tried to apologize immediately.
When the red-head spoke up once more, he couldn't help but snort as his ears came forward slightly. Rightfully theirs? Oh, she had to be joking. "A previous archmage stole this land from my family over one hundred years ago - my spirits walk these paths so long as I remain. As for your hounds, I've buried them before and I'll do it again." The wolf's voice was harsh, but commanding. He could easily locate where each hound had been buried, hunting and war alike. War hounds were nothing compared to him, especially when he held dominance over them when it came down to it. Any threat that had been made up until this point didn't phase him, and he was sure whatever followed wouldn't either.
Now, Akela was stubborn. It didn't matter what he was facing, the were didn't stand down. Not for anything, not for anyone. Hell, it could be about what movie to watch, and he still wouldn't back down until there was a decent decision or he got his way. This would be no different. Her title and threats meant nothing to him, not while he was within his own territory. While he was here, the canine was in control of any situation, and he was quite fond of having it that way. Even as a child, he'd been stubborn and hard set on doing whatever he wanted. Things hadn't changed much, really.
A dim spark just inside his direct field of view had him snorting. Ice mage based on the color. At least, that's what he remembered as being one of the identifying characteristics. Eyes blazing with challenge anew, a quiet growl left Akela before his words did. He hadn't meant to, really he hadn't, but she was testing his patience. "I wouldn't make such assumptions. If it has to come to violence, you should know I tend to get what I want." It was his skill, after all. If he wanted somebody dead, they died. That was the end of it. "After all, every current position of power that has ever opened up for the Winters family to claim has been my doing." The deaths. Every mysterious political death was because of him, every grand heist was because of him. He paid attention enough to know who was in power, but didn't care for their children or family line after that. If they didn't hold a direct position, then he didn't know them. So, the woman before him? Right now, she was just a mage that was assumed to be part of the archmage's family in some way, shape or form.
Wait, did he say that outloud? Damn it - add that to the reasons to never talk again.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 21, 2017 8:33:23 GMT -5
Popping in real quick- I'm gonna try to reply sometime today but I work until 5 and then I'm gonna do something with my friend for her birthday so if I can't reply today I'll certainly do it tomorrow morning uwu
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Post by Myst on Jul 21, 2017 8:35:00 GMT -5
Alright~
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 12:31:27 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- Nothing else that the were said seemed to stick in Ceridwen's mind after his last comment.
The ice flowing through her veins quickly turned into a heated rush of fire. She felt her green eyes narrow in both shock and disgust. This were, this thing, had broken apart her family again and again? How many people had been placed six feet under the ground because of this unnatural creature? In her lifetime she had seen too many members of her family, members of her household, mysteriously die. There had been Alwyn Freehold, a kind elderly man that had just been found in his room stiff and cold thanks to the grips of death. There had been Ceithan Storng, a powerful mage who had mastered the volatile power of electricity. He had been as prickly and short tempered as his favored magic, but Ceridwen had looked up to him. Fresh in her mind was also the death of her very own grandmother Cordelia Winters. She had been the archmage before Ceridwen's mother stepped to power. She had been a strict ruler, but she had cared so much for her subjects. When she had been found dead outside her quarters, it had been ruled that her death was due to a failing heart. Nothing more had been done about her death. It had been natural. She had been old. But now...now Ceridwen was doubting that. As she was looking - glaring - at this disgusting creature before her, Ceridwen found doubt in the ruling of her grandmother's death.
Thinking about it now all of the members that had suddenly died had been related to the Winters bloodline. Alwyn had been a distant cousin. Ceithan had been a distant uncle. Then there had been her very own grandmother. And was it because of this creature before her that had caused their deaths? Ceridwen gritted her teeth and tightened her one hand grip on Seraph's reigns.
A spark of ice danced across Ceridwen's fingertips. "You have killed those who share my blood. Do you understand the amount of grief you have caused to not only a family, but to a kingdom? Mark my words, you creature of Hell, you will be severely punished for the crimes you have committed against the Winters family." But how had this creature done it? The palace was heavily guarded by brute warriors and dangerous mages alike. Not even the smallest of threats could get past them. Barriers were put up around most rooms of residence in the palace. There was no way a foreign creature could have gotten through them...Ceridwen couldn't help herself no longer. She didn't want to think right now, she wanted to act.
Quickly she got off of Seraph. Knowing the mare well, she didn't worry about tying her up. Ceridwen simply got off and began walking toward the were, fists clenched and jaw tight. "You'll pay for what you've done," she spat through gritted teeth, both hands now alight with the power of ice.
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