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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 18, 2017 17:43:48 GMT -5
(('testosteronepaw' omfg :'D))
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 18, 2017 17:45:08 GMT -5
(Testosteronepaw for the win, that was fantastic Lily!! XD)
Aurinda smiled lightly and took the sword from her, hardly seeming burdened by its true weight. She twisted it in her hand, a bit absent mindedly as she strolled back over to Ulfric and handed it back to him. She looked over her shoulder back to Katherine as she spoke and nodded quietly in return, "Women as capable." she commented lightly as she went back to stand by her queen. "I am a daughter of Alchemia, I can heal and treat as well my kings. I am learning the ways of the mage as well." she told them, bowing her head a bit as she spoke before looking back up to glance each on in the eyes before landing upon Aiden and silently waiting for what he had to say upon the entirety of the situation.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:45:21 GMT -5
((TESTOSTERONEPAW IM CRYING OMFG.)) [[Testosteronepaw -- the worlds manliest warrior cat -- coming soon to man-stores near you ]]
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:46:03 GMT -5
[[Would be real happy if we all could call Night testosteronepaw after this ]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 17:47:33 GMT -5
((Caaaareful Aurinda..... its against the law for a woman to be a Mage xD caaaaarefully Tiiiip toe Tread lightly))
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 18, 2017 17:47:48 GMT -5
Aiden blinked, staring at her, then looking at the serpent in front of them. She's... Right... he thought, watching as ladon dragged the head away and began to eat what he wanted.
Za'rai tilted his head at her, then nodded, before circling in the middle of the tent and laying down facing the door, like a guard.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 17:52:34 GMT -5
'We can't... we can't change the law, Katherine.' Morcan eventually said- his weak tone slowly became stern as he hardened himself against the two women. 'It's not as easy as snapping your fingers. We have our ways; these are our ways.' Shut up. You don't agree with anything that's dripping from your lips- she'd have your life if she heard you speaking like this. his heart lurched with guilt. thats right- you can see the disappointment on her face already. What would she say to you? Probably nothing. She'd ignore you. Stubborn woman. 'This isn't- a debate to have before a kingsmeet.' He finally said. 'Civil matters will come later.' He checked the time. 'We need to leave now- or we'll be late. Ulfric, come, you can ride with me.' He led the way outside, to where Thorn would be waiting. Katherine felt like she'd been physically slapped. That she COULD have taken- in fact, she'd have preferred it. But to be shut down? That hurt more. Eyes dulling she cast her gaze to the floor, silently accepting Morcan's words and allowing herself to become visibly submissive once more. 'Whisper cannot carry me yet, Sire, so me and Aurinda will have to ride Ladon with you.' I will sit upon his back as well- perhaps I will learn from the currents. Whisper said to Katherine, who nodded at the female.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 17:54:26 GMT -5
Illianna pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side. She forgot about this part. It was rather hard to socialise with a wolf, especially if you had never experienced lycanthropy yourself. "W-Wait right there," she said, carefully tiptoeing past the beast and out the tent. "I'll go find Akantha, she'll know what to do."
[[Bloodeh...is it your turn to reply to the convel/Akantha plotline?]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 18, 2017 17:55:48 GMT -5
(Off to dinner! I'll be back in an hour!)
(I vote yes on Testosteronepaw!)
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 17:57:05 GMT -5
((No it's your turn, I quoted the last reply on the previous page))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 17:57:29 GMT -5
Akantha nodded "We can help with that," she said, gesturing round to her beta's "We are all learning the art of control, and remembrance. I've mastered it, but I've been a werewolf for a very very long time..." "I suggest we announce to the camp what we're going to do, and where we're going to march. Tomorrow, and all the days after we continue our training while we move towards Malia -- collecting any wolves and packs along the way we can find. By the time we get to Malia, we should have quite the army. Do you agree?" 'I wouldn't call it an army yet.' He drily responded, examining her cautiously. 'And we need to come to an agreement with the other alphas- we can't just pick them up. We either fight them for dominance or we co-lead.' He noticed he was saying 'we' and found that although he had lost his own pack, he still had the mental mindset of an Alpha- he was still strong, with the correct caution and determination, and his high strategic intelligence. He wondered if they'd run into his old pack as they travelled, and his eyes darkened at the thought. if we do, I'm going to be the one to rip YOU to shreds, and we will see who is the more capable alpha then. he thought to himself, shivering slightly at it.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:07:20 GMT -5
'I wouldn't call it an army yet.' He drily responded, examining her cautiously. 'And we need to come to an agreement with the other alphas- we can't just pick them up. We either fight them for dominance or we co-lead.' He noticed he was saying 'we' and found that although he had lost his own pack, he still had the mental mindset of an Alpha- he was still strong, with the correct caution and determination, and his high strategic intelligence. He wondered if they'd run into his old pack as they travelled, and his eyes darkened at the thought. if we do, I'm going to be the one to rip YOU to shreds, and we will see who is the more capable alpha then. he thought to himself, shivering slightly at it. [[F*ck! Sorry for slipping past it. It's these stupid night glasses I guess...or undiagnosed dyslexia but either way sorry >.<]] Akantha sniffed. On the air, were the distinct scents of aggression -- of the drive for dominance. She had detected it before, in some of her closest beta's. The beta's she'd been forced to kill. "I'm...well respected, within the community. You don't get to be my age, with a pack this large, without a certain degree of skill. Surely as a...packless," she added a certain zing to the end of the word on her sentence. It was subtle, yet as clear as day -- it was a reminder, it was a threat. "...you can appreciate my authority." Akantha had worked hard to be where she was -- her tarragon was not unfounded, it had basis. So she walked past Covel, stretching down her shoulders to project her height and authority over all. Her trusted beta's followed her, and all the other members of the pack threw a look of disdain towards him. They smelled it to -- and they were loyal to Akantha. "Go find Illiana, discuss with her whether or not you wish to join me," she said before walking in the opposite direction, rippling into a transformation and going out for a hunt. *** Once free of the tent, Illiana tippled down the lane until she found Covel, practically bumping into him. "Oh -- sorry," she said, dipping her head and retracting inside the hood as an apology. "Where's Akantha?" she asked.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 18, 2017 18:09:37 GMT -5
Illianna pursed her lips and tilted her head to one side. She forgot about this part. It was rather hard to socialise with a wolf, especially if you had never experienced lycanthropy yourself. "W-Wait right there," she said, carefully tiptoeing past the beast and out the tent. "I'll go find Akantha, she'll know what to do." [[Bloodeh...is it your turn to reply to the convel/Akantha plotline?]] Za'rai stood rapidly and followed, before taking hold of the back of her cloak in his teeth and trying to pull her back. The message seemed to be for her to not go. 'We can't... we can't change the law, Katherine.' Morcan eventually said- his weak tone slowly became stern as he hardened himself against the two women. 'It's not as easy as snapping your fingers. We have our ways; these are our ways.' Shut up. You don't agree with anything that's dripping from your lips- she'd have your life if she heard you speaking like this. his heart lurched with guilt. thats right- you can see the disappointment on her face already. What would she say to you? Probably nothing. She'd ignore you. Stubborn woman.'This isn't- a debate to have before a kingsmeet.' He finally said. 'Civil matters will come later.' He checked the time. 'We need to leave now- or we'll be late. Ulfric, come, you can ride with me.' He led the way outside, to where Thorn would be waiting. Katherine felt like she'd been physically slapped. That she COULD have taken- in fact, she'd have preferred it. But to be shut down? That hurt more. Eyes dulling she cast her gaze to the floor, silently accepting Morcan's words and allowing herself to become visibly submissive once more. 'Whisper cannot carry me yet, Sire, so me and Aurinda will have to ride Ladon with you.' I will sit upon his back as well- perhaps I will learn from the currents. Whisper said to Katherine, who nodded at the female. Aiden looked at Morcan, then towards Katherine and Aurinda. He straightened up, then walked past them both, his mind racing with what he had learnt. If the Ancients had chosen her to be a mage, then he couldn't go against them...but that would create problems among the populace. He sighed, then climbed onto Ladon, who walked over to Katherine and crouched down for her.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 18:25:15 GMT -5
((Night, Alchemia isn't a Mage, she's an alchemist and a Doctor. Magia is the Mage xD people choose to learn magic. ))
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 18:28:32 GMT -5
'Akantha has decided to believe that I want this mangled idiotic mass of fur to be my own.' He said, insulting every wolf in the pack at once, 'and has assumed that because I'm angry at my own previous pack, my scent means I'm after her position. Your ex is stupid and I refuse to work with her, or follow her. She is no alpha of mine.' He snarled, stalking past the woman to head in the opposite direction, refusing to stay around. He was angry- bad things happened when he was angry. He could already feel the ripple and the tingle of transformation under his skin, but he held it back with sheer willpower.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:37:59 GMT -5
Oh gods, Illiana could have hit Akantha had she been there. She didn't respond well to aggression -- and crushed every wiff of threat she smelled. It was a trait that was now landing them in trouble. She whipped around and followed Convel. She was no fool -- she knew what was about to happen, she could see it in him. But she wasn't afraid. But she had Za'rai and...it was time to use magic.
In. And out. Her breath flowed. In. And out. The fibers of her mind spindled, fractures of blue -- invisible to the naked eye -- poured across space, the space in between minds. She found Za'rai's mind, she spoke to it.
Help me, kind one. I must help my friend control his mind as he turns. Come to me, she managed to say, before she lost control of her breath and the magic slipped away. That gave her space and time to follow Convel.
"Wait, please--" she shouted, almost begging him. "Akantha only says that cause she fears you -- she only wants to remain in charge."
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 18, 2017 18:56:29 GMT -5
Za'rai blinked from where he was, then turned around and sniffed the air, trying to track her scent. He turned in a slow circle, before finally settling on a direction and setting off in a run, following her scent as best he could.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 18:58:08 GMT -5
[[ I'm flipping crying xD ]]
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 18, 2017 19:00:41 GMT -5
(Oh my god it happened, I'm crying XD)
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:02:04 GMT -5
Za'rai blinked from where he was, then turned around and sniffed the air, trying to track her scent. He turned in a slow circle, before finally settling on a direction and setting off in a run, following her scent as best he could. Illiana didn't dare take an eye off of Covel, aware he could change at any moment, but could feel underfoot her friend approaching -- she was fond of Za'rai, he was hard working, and came when she asked. Hopefully, he wouldn't add additional triggers to Covel's tranformation.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 19:03:05 GMT -5
Convel bristled with more anger as she chased and then followed him, his mind blanking for a second before returning; he found himself leaning up a tree, his breathing heavy, vision spotting. 'I never threatened her position!' He snarled, not turning to look at the woman. 'I came here with zero intent to cause trouble and that in itself was visible in the way I presented myself and even in my- scent!!' He choked out the last word as his body convulsed and he staggered forwards, gripping a different tree tightly, claws digging into the bark. A strangled, low rumble echoed from his throat, and as his anger peaked, he blacked out.
Convel transformed quickly. The anger spurred the transformation and heightened the pain to cause further distress to his emotions- the disease was cruel in this way, making it more difficult for a werewolf to control himself. His werewolf form was beautiful- his pelt a deep and smooth black colour, eyes glowing, ears perfectly poised and his height and size was massive, bigger than the average Lycan. He had a few scars where he'd been attacked by his old beta but other than that he was flawless. He swung around, releasing a vicious snarl, and shot forwards. As he did his sight rested on the largest target- the incoming form of Za'rai, and he immediately leapt upon him snarling, tackling the other werewolf to the ground.
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Post by 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓿 on Jan 18, 2017 19:04:20 GMT -5
(Do we want to skip to Aiden, Kath, Aurin, Morcan, and Ulfric at Kingsmeet?)
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 19:05:33 GMT -5
((Yeh. I'll do that in a minute ))
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 18, 2017 19:17:22 GMT -5
Convel bristled with more anger as she chased and then followed him, his mind blanking for a second before returning; he found himself leaning up a tree, his breathing heavy, vision spotting. 'I never threatened her position!' He snarled, not turning to look at the woman. 'I came here with zero intent to cause trouble and that in itself was visible in the way I presented myself and even in my- scent!!' He choked out the last word as his body convulsed and he staggered forwards, gripping a different tree tightly, claws digging into the bark. A strangled, low rumble echoed from his throat, and as his anger peaked, he blacked out. Convel transformed quickly. The anger spurred the transformation and heightened the pain to cause further distress to his emotions- the disease was cruel in this way, making it more difficult for a werewolf to control himself. His werewolf form was beautiful- his pelt a deep and smooth black colour, eyes glowing, ears perfectly poised and his height and size was massive, bigger than the average Lycan. He had a few scars where he'd been attacked by his old beta but other than that he was flawless. He swung around, releasing a vicious snarl, and shot forwards. As he did his sight rested on the largest target- the incoming form of Za'rai, and he immediately leapt upon him snarling, tackling the other werewolf to the ground. Za'rai yelped as he was tackled, and he immediately rolled over, bearing his throat and belly to the other wolf. He hoped that this would prove to be a good enough sign for the other wolf so that he would let him go.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 19:20:25 GMT -5
When Convel had tackled the omega, he'd sunk his fangs into his neck and drawn blood; when Za'rai rolled beneath him the tangy, rusty taste suddenly exploded across his tongue, and Convel froze. why can I taste blood? What am I doing? Did I transform? Convel lifted his head, his sentience clearly returned to him as he whipped his head around in alarm. Had he attacked the omega? He blinked and looked down at Za'rai, before hesitantly sniffing at the wound. 'ah, cr*p. I'm sorry.' he said to him, licking carefully at the wound and shuddering at the taste of blood- he hated it with a passion. Once he'd cleaned it he carefully stepped off the other wolf and looked down at him, ears slightly flat against his head from guilt.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:23:03 GMT -5
Convel bristled with more anger as she chased and then followed him, his mind blanking for a second before returning; he found himself leaning up a tree, his breathing heavy, vision spotting. 'I never threatened her position!' He snarled, not turning to look at the woman. 'I came here with zero intent to cause trouble and that in itself was visible in the way I presented myself and even in my- scent!!' He choked out the last word as his body convulsed and he staggered forwards, gripping a different tree tightly, claws digging into the bark. A strangled, low rumble echoed from his throat, and as his anger peaked, he blacked out. Convel transformed quickly. The anger spurred the transformation and heightened the pain to cause further distress to his emotions- the disease was cruel in this way, making it more difficult for a werewolf to control himself. His werewolf form was beautiful- his pelt a deep and smooth black colour, eyes glowing, ears perfectly poised and his height and size was massive, bigger than the average Lycan. He had a few scars where he'd been attacked by his old beta but other than that he was flawless. He swung around, releasing a vicious snarl, and shot forwards. As he did his sight rested on the largest target- the incoming form of Za'rai, and he immediately leapt upon him snarling, tackling the other werewolf to the ground. Za'rai yelped as he was tackled, and he immediately rolled over, bearing his throat and belly to the other wolf. He hoped that this would prove to be a good enough sign for the other wolf so that he would let him go. Illiana cursed herself. No. No no no no NO! She'd caused this -- she never should have asked for Za'rai's help. The beta was a pebble compared to Convel...his form was huge, and almost compelling to Illiana. But she had a mastery over her feelings like no other, especially that curr Akantha. No, this was her responsibility and she had to fix it. Blazing forward, Illiana stood as close to the fighting couple as she dared. Then stretched her mind. In, and out. The threads unraveled. Her world stood still and she could find the different minds. It was hard to separate Convel's from Za'rai's now, but she could just about manage it. "This..This was my fault. Stop this. Attack me. I'm the one who did wrong," she forced out before she was forced out of the telepathy and back to her own mind again, now severely lacking in strength. She could only just about stand. But Za'rai was safe, when she opened her eyes from her dizzy spell she saw Convel, there, cleaning his wound. Not attacking. Good, she thought.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:27:38 GMT -5
[[PTSP I'll edit]]
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 18, 2017 19:41:39 GMT -5
Za'rai let out a very shakey breath, before he rolled over and slunk away from Convel for a moment, before he slowly approached the other wolf and sniffed his shoulder, before he rubbed himself against the him.
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Post by Lilystar88 on Jan 18, 2017 19:42:20 GMT -5
[[Ok Lily must sleep I'm tired. Night night guys.]]
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 18, 2017 19:44:09 GMT -5
Convel quietly sat down and welcomed the touch of the other male, returning the curious sniff and memorising Za'rai's pleasant scent. He rubbed his cheek against Za'rai's shoulder, silently taking the Omega's calm to give himself peace. His tail twitched slightly and he eyed Illiana, haven felt her probing at his head earlier; he hadn't appreciated it, and his barriers were now up- she wouldn't be getting in again.
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