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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 20:02:01 GMT -5
WOLF POST Akela Rose Akela, believe it or not, didn't truly favor killing people. Or, humanoids, in some cases. He hated it. It wasn't the blood, the occasional crack of bone, cold bodies. No, it was the guilt, the hauntings, that really got to him. He'd been raised to value life, and he did his best to do so, but at times it was hard. Like when sport hunters didn't back down, like when were-hunters discovered him during his little naps, or when others insisted on challenging him. Sure, at least two of those situations were typically self-defense, but still. For each killing that happened in the woods, the were held a burial and sent prayers to his Spirits in hopes of bringing the soul peace. Hell, he even did it for the animals he hunted, but they were much shorter as they were to give thanks rather than giving rest to a now disturbed soul.
But this was life now, it was a job and it paid for the home he lived in, the car he made use of when he wasn't here, and the food he occasionally bought because he was too lazy to hunt. It was simply a set of contracts. Contracts that, if he thought he could afford it, he would deny. Contracts that he really didn't ask for details on - only the target name and methods if they cared to provide any special instructions. The lupine never asked for reasons. He didn't care to know, didn't want to know. There wasn't a point as it really wasn't his will, and he was sure that knowing somebody else's reason would turn him off from the only job he'd been able to hold long term.
As the conversation and reason for the likely oncoming fight turned from which one of them was trespassing to his past deeds, he felt his throat momentarily tighten. He had no right to speak on these things, rather, he should just accept his punishment. He deserved it, right? Of course he did - he'd killed others, too. Anybody that somebody wanted dead, he'd do it if the job was brought to him. It didn't have to be anybody that was within power, didn't have to be anybody special, just a living, breathing member of society.
Her words were starting to hit hard, but he wouldn't let it show. Not yet - he had more will power than that. He understood the amount of grief he caused. He was still trying to find a way to cope, a way that didn't involve simply bottling up the feelings and ignoring them. It didn't work well anytime before this and it sure as hell wasn't working now. Even still, he found it in himself to respond. "Of course I understand the grief I've caused. However, I've become a contract bound creature - none of what has been done was of my will, but another's."
'Stop talking. I'm talking too much, I should really stop talking. She's going to kill me - Spirits have mercy on my soul upon death.' Akela's thoughts were gaining in speed, and it was making this a hundred times worse for him. Had he been confident at the start? Oh, of course, he hadn't had anything to worry about. But now she was getting to him - she didn't even know what he was like she was already ten miles into his anxieties and guilt. He wanted to leave before he lost control of his abilities and shifted. There was a brief second where the internal panic danced across his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it was there.
With her last statement, the wolf couldn't help but simply want to submit. He'd always been one to accept punishments if he knew he was rightfully deserving. And right now? Boy, did he deserve it. He was a creature of Hell, as the red head had put it. What was he even doing this for? To go back to town and pretend to be human? It wasn't worth it, not anymore. It never really was. This wasn't even the fight he'd wanted - if it was still over territory, he'd be all gung-ho about it. But it wasn't, this was bigger than that. With this in mind, the fight merely drained out of him and he let his eyes slip closed before anxiety could make its show. He was never fit to be alpha - his father wouldn't have backed down. What would he think of him if he were still here?
There was a hesitation as if he was still thinking it over, but he finally spoke up once more. "Do what you may - my Spirits will make their judgment upon receiving my soul." | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 20:36:40 GMT -5
feathhhhh how've you been?? Also, did you have fun yesterdasy??
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 20:43:37 GMT -5
i've been good c': i did<3 i took my friend to the movies and we ate taco bell and ye uwu
also, i'll get in a reply when i can - im watching some shows right now
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 20:45:05 GMT -5
awe yeee that sounds litty
mmkay~~
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 20:46:34 GMT -5
it was great<3
i have so much muse for this role-play i love it
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 20:49:17 GMT -5
yeyeye <3
dude same like literally i got half way through that post and i was like 'giVE HIM ANXIETY LOL' because this is what happens when I have muse - I torture the characters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 20:51:40 GMT -5
torturing characters is the best honestly cB
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 20:52:20 GMT -5
lolz it really is - I love to torture them xD
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 20:56:07 GMT -5
honestly same
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 20:57:04 GMT -5
i mean what would this be without an excessive amount of torture?? probably unentertaining
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 21:04:12 GMT -5
without torture it would simply be a boring role play
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 21:04:55 GMT -5
exactly - torture is a necessity
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 21:27:07 GMT -5
uh yeah gotta think of ways to torture ceridwen
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 21:28:08 GMT -5
tbh i think just the prospect of even somewhat liking the person who's just gone and murdered parts of your family is torture enough but that's long term
idk for short term
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 21:30:42 GMT -5
oo yeah you right pssh
i might have her lose an eye or something later tho cB< ooh and i should have a reply up in the next 30-40 minutes
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 21:31:40 GMT -5
lolz eyeyyee
AKELA CAN BE HER SEEING EYE DOG TILL SHE ADJUSTS LOLOLOL why am i like this awe yeeeeee
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 21:32:58 GMT -5
OMG YES i love that prospect honestly
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 21:33:41 GMT -5
okay but wolf-back rides through the woods same tbh like that was my immediate thought
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 21:44:46 GMT -5
okay yes please i love it omg
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 21:45:26 GMT -5
yES yeyeyey I can't waittttt
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 22:03:37 GMT -5
my shows are over now i can actually work on finishing my reply uwu
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 22:04:04 GMT -5
awe ye were they good??
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 22:10:05 GMT -5
they wereeee uwu the second show i watched was just oh my god and usually there's previews for next week's episode, but this week they didn't do that due to next week's episode being "too intense" and ahhhhh
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 22:10:39 GMT -5
!!!!! better mentally prep for next week my guy
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 22:14:42 GMT -5
i thought i was prepared for this week's episode how am i going to survive next week
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 22:15:20 GMT -5
by screaming screaming will save you
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 22:17:55 GMT -5
i will do all the screaming possible
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 22:18:21 GMT -5
yeye screaming helps i swear
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 22:18:38 GMT -5
Ceridwen Winters -- It didn't matter what the were felt in Ceridwen's mind. Actually, it did matter what he felt. She wanted him to feel immense guilt for his crimes - unbeknownst to her he already felt such emotion - and she wanted him to feel as much pain as possible. She could so easily use her ice powers to freeze him in place. She could give him a terrible case of frostbite that would numb his entire being and slowly bring him death. She could do so much to this lupine right now. If she wanted to she could switch to the power of fire and burn him to ash. She could electrocute the canine with the power of electricity. She could use conjuration powers to bring forth her familiar, a sort of spirit animal to mages or witches. Her familiar could come forth and rip the were into shreds. A were would certainly be no much to a fiery lioness. But she went with what came easy to her - she kept the ice within her palms ready to strike. Anger was fueling her entire drive now, and ice was always the natural way to go for the redhead.
Ceridwen didn't even care what the lupine had to say next. "Do you not even care for your own life?" The female spat with distasteful malice. She took a sharp and confident step forward, a hand opening to reveal more of those icy sparks dancing off of her pale skin. "You're not even going to fight?" For some reason seeing the were not even attempting to protect himself invoked all the more anger within Ceridwen. She wanted a fight. She wanted to be bitten at, to be clawed at, to be beaten. She wanted to feel that adrenaline of the fight, of the kill. But it wouldn't be there if this were wasn't even going to return her hostility. What kind of hopeless creature didn't even fight back?
Even still anger was flowing through her. She once again gritted her teeth as she stepped ever closer to the wolf. Her green eyes looked the were right in his own eyes as she was a few inches away. It was at that very moment that her icy powers formed into a solid object that she could hold in her hand - a icicle dagger. It was a typical icicle, but sturdier and much more powerful. It was a harsh weapon, cold and calculating to its enemy, but comforting to its wielder. The magic that held the icy dagger together was a hard spell to learn, let alone master, yet here Ceridwen was, one of the very few mages out there that had mastered such a move. Ice was not as volatile as electric magic, but not many people took the path of ice. Most went on to learn the magic of fire spells or the healing powers of restoration. But as stubborn as she was, Ceridwen had pushed herself to learn one of the hardest paths of magic out there. And here she was, one of the few masters of ice power. Unfortunately for the were, he was about to fall to one of those masters.
"I hope even your Spirits will send you down to the bottom of Hell," Ceridwen growled. "Tell the Devil not to bring any more of his creatures this way." The mage's words were as harsh as the ice she was holding. She reached upward with the ice dagger in her hand, ready to slam the weapon deep inside the were's cranium. It was at this time that another soul entered the scene.
"Ceridwen!" The voice was masculine. The sound of hooves against the ground told the female mage that somebody was upon their own equine.
Distracted from her attempted murder of a werewolf, Ceridwen drew back her weapon. Anger alighted her green eyes as she turned to see the ever familiar form of somebody she knew well upon the back of a gorgeous blue roan mare. "Bran, why do you interrupt me?"
The fair-headed man upon the horse glanced back and forth from the redhead to the were, his expression betraying nothing. The blue roan whinnied at the sight of the were, wanting to find solace in Seraph's presence. Bran allowed the mare - Glory - to sidle on up to Seraph. The two mares huffed at one another in greeting. While the equines did as they pleased, Bran continued with his emotionless stare. "Your mother has been worried. You did not show yourself for breakfast this morning. We were told by a gardener that you left upon a horse right as the sun broke the night, and look at you." His voice grew harsh. "Messing with such a creature." Bran gestured with his head toward the were, nothing yet betraying how he felt other than the coldness in his voice. He overall did not seem too worried about the future archmage getting hurt by the lupine. "Head home. Now. Let me take care of this hellish creature."
Ceridwen clenched her fists. "You may be my senior, Bran, but you cannot order me around like so."
Bran simply stared at the female for a moment before he replied, "These are not my orders. They are Archmage Rowena's orders. Leave now and I will not tell your mother of your incompetent defiance."
There was so much that Ceridwen wanted to say to the male that had rode in on horseback. He ruined her kill. He funneled her anger into more than just the were on Winters ground. While she would typically defy such an order, she knew it best to not go against the word of her own mother. If they had been Bran's orders, Ceridwen would have simply ignored them, but her mother's words...that was different.
The female swiftly got back atop her horse. She offered a rude gesture toward Bran right as she turned her horse to gallop off.
As soon as Bran knew for a fact that Ceridwen was gone, he got off of his own horse. Glory shook out her mane, dark brown eyes never leaving the were's lupine form as she did.
The tall male walked forward, reaching out with a hand to offer a calming presence toward the submissive werewolf. "You may have heard of me once or twice, but I have heard plenty about you from the darkest corners of my home. I only assume you are the infamous Akela, and what a terrible state my dear cousin has put you in."
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 22:57:43 GMT -5
WOLF POST Akela Rose The wolf liked to think he still had a bit of honor left within him. He liked to think that accepting this punishment for his crimes was what his father would have done in this kind of situation. He also liked to think that the fact that he'd murdered countless people and stole from many others would just go away, but obviously, it wouldn't. So for now, he'd still with the first two thoughts.
When he opened his eyes, there was nothing but his feigned confidence once more, but confidence nonetheless. Her words were like venom, but that was to be expected. He valued his life, despite how much he hated how he was using it, he valued it. It was a gift from the Spirits that he could only repay by remaining to protect the territory. 'But this is no longer a concern of borders,' he thought bitterly. Even still, when she stepped forwards and made a show of the magic she controlled, a deep growl rumbled in his chest and left him snarling a bit before the act of composing himself followed. "I care for my life quite a lot. However, this would no longer be a concern of territory, but rather of crimes that cannot be denied. But I'll happily provide a fight if you so wish." The authority once held not even a minute ago was dripping back into his voice, and it was noted mentally that he sounded like his mother. Even in the face of possible death, he was a creature of binding words that essentially determined his next move.
As the red head continued her approached, he moved his head accordingly to look at her a bit more properly. Standing at over six foot made it a little hard to look at her when she was no longer mounted on the equine and coming ever closer. And then she had a dagger, one that likely wasn't reliable once it left her hand. Depending on her control, it would melt naturally, or as soon as it let it go. Either way, depending on where it impaled him, he'd heal. If it melted immediately, he'd heal quickly and rise once more to continue on his life. If it melted naturally... Well, he could only hope the Spirits would be kind enough to send his soul back to his body. As he thoughts this over, there was a bit of a nuisance in the back of Akela's mind. Did he even want his soul to be sent back?
The familiar prickle along his left flank interrupted his momentary pondering. It quickly turned into a burn and he almost wanted to scream in annoyance. But he couldn't - he was currently a wolf facing his likely death. Even still, why were there so many people entering his woods? Why now? Why ever?
The chance to guess never came as the woman before him spoke up once more. For once, there was no response save for the rise of hackles and the curl of lips in a show of hostility. He had a second to make a decision - dodge, and fight, or accept it and hope for the best. The former sounded better, really, so he tensed up in preparation.
The moment never came, though. Instead, a voice was heard calling for what he could assume was the red head in front of him. He was on horseback as well, and once more Akela was completely hostile and accepting the blood of the alpha in his veins. As the exchange between the mages carried on, he took to consider his options. Disappearing was surely one - dash off and shift. They'd never find him. The term 'hellish creature' caused him to stay though. He'd heard enough of it. If the red head - Ceridwen, if Akela had heard right - left, then he'd happily rip the new comer - Bran? - to shreds. With him, it wouldn't be about punishment. No, just trespassing and insults.
In the end, she'd left, and Bran was dismounting and approaching him. 'When did I become so approachable? I'm a giant wolf, I wasn't made for social interaction.' As thoughts turned sarcastic, stance and verbal cues grew dominant. A short warning growl as he stood tall, fur bristled and teeth bared. When the newcomer offered something that he assumed was to be a calming gesture... A contract. He wanted a contract.
With no thoughts to relax, Akela instead began to slowly circle the man. "If you know of me by name, then you must want something. Speak now or remove yourself." All dominance and authority - that was the were when it came down to making contracts. Nothing more, nothing less. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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