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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 22, 2017 23:26:53 GMT -5
Bran Winters -- Bran Winters was much like his cousin Ceridwen. He was bold and fearless. Staring down the werewolf before him left him feeling nothing but that cold calmness that held him together. He was not afraid of the large lupine that could so very easily rip out his throat and leave him for dead should it wish to do so. Bran felt no reason to let fear control him. He had faced creatures more dangerous than this were. He was an efficient mage just like Ceridwen, but he wasn't put on a pedestal like she was. No, it was always "Ceridwen this" or "Ceridwen that". So what if she mastered ice powers at a young age? So what if she was the only child of the archmage? Bran was merely the son of the archmage's sister. He was somebody to be pushed aside, and he was tired of that. He was powerful, just as much as Ceridwen. He had mastered the power of fire, a more common ability, but he was quickly gaining up to Ceridwen's magical abilities. Soon he would have the power of conjuration mastered as well.
Looking at the large wolf brought a smirk to the typical emotionless face of Bran Winters. He couldn't help but chuckle at himself as the lupine began to pad around him. Was this were trying to intimidate him? Fear was something he did not know. He knew how to feel just about anything but fear.
He watched the wolf with intense blue eyes. When he spoke his voice was calm, collected, and cold. "What I want is simple for somebody like you. Get rid of Ceridwen Winters." If something were to happen to her, Bran would ascend to future archmage. Rowena had no more children, and the closest child to the throne other than Rowena's own offspring would be Bran. If he became archmage then people would have to notice him. He would no longer be placed in Ceridwen's shadow, no longer be known as just her cousin.
The tall male crossed his arms. He had yet to open himself up truly. Not until he had spoken out about his part of the deal. "The way you strike is up to you, your weapon is your choice; however, I will let you know this - the only way to catch her in a vulnerable state is to get her to trust you. I do not deny that she is powerful, but she is a mere flame that can be blown out in time. Should you do this, your reward will be large. We'll say it'll be beyond just a few thousand. How does that sound, Akela?" Bran asked in a smooth and confident tone as he looked the were over. He uncrossed his arms, opening himself up. This was his deal. He was as open as he could be about it. Kill Ceridwen Winters and Bran would reward the were with a large sum of wealth. If the were failed, well, there would be nobody to give the reward to. The were would be put to death if caught. Being an assassin was a dangerous job after all.
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Post by Myst on Jul 22, 2017 23:50:17 GMT -5
Akela Rose Akela wasn't much for trying to intimidate others. No, he had simple goals. Make his size known, make his intentions known, and most of all, show that he was stubborn when it came to his woods. In this aspect, he was nothing like his father. His father... He'd been powerful, intimidating even in his somewhat smaller - he'd been a tall man - human form. He just had that look about him that insisted you didn't look him in the eye unless you wanted to be punched in the throat. Akela took after his mother - in his human form, he wasn't muscular, rather he was well built, toned as others would say. The were was thankful for it, though, as it made existing in whatever clothes he chose on any given day to appear as either gender easier, especially since he was born female.
This wasn't time to think of such things, though. No, he had a possible opponent to size up. A bit on the tall side, well built. Blue eyes, dark blonde hair, definitely older than Ceridwen. Likely not by much, but still older. As for weak points... He'd already put together quite a few. The knees - a dislocation due to blunt force was a good incapacitor. The ribs - it wasn't hard for somebody of his current size and strength to crack a few. The throat - blunt force would temporarily labor breathing and give a momentary shock. Most importantly, void of focus. Magic required focus, and if he could break it, he could win. Other than this, he had the woods. The trees. Up into the trees for a quick shift and relocation before appearing in his lupine form was something he'd managed to master over the years, and it worked for him.
Deciding he knew enough, he settled in front of the man once more, not sitting, but his fur settling and ears perked as he waited for details of his next job. The canine drank in each detail that was spoken, considering everything. Ceridwen Winters - the red head that was so quick to threaten him. He'd been no better, but still. High up in the Winters family, judging by the way she'd spoken to Bran, and just as stubborn - if not more - than he was. Great.
As the rest of his job came, he didn't even nod. Simply stored the information away in his mind for later use. Get close to her, kill her, move on with life. Simple as that. With a mention of payment, he considered it heavily. He'd never been offered any less than three thousand for a common person, though he figured it was because people thought they could pay off their own guilt. Worked for him, really. Well, mostly. His own guilt was, well, constantly growing. Even still, it was a living. Ah, but back to the contract. All that was left was the binding. "Are you willing to accept the mark of contract?" It was a simple thing - a tattoo brought on by the whisper of a rune spell. Permanent and ever lasting, calling the marked, whether it be specified or all who have it, back to the woods upon a howl. He typically only used it to collect payment once the contract was done, or remove the giver due to a backstabbing. Either way, it was typically one time use, but it didn't make it any less permanent. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 0:15:10 GMT -5
Bran Winters -- There was a lot Bran would do to get rid of Ceridwen. He had never been particularly fond of his cousin; she had always been a nuisance even before it was known that Rowena would never have another child. Bran had only been a few years old when Ceridwen had been born, but he could vaguely remember the hushed whispers between those who lived within the confines of the palace. Rowena had nearly died giving birth to her daughter. Something had gone terribly wrong, but Rowena had pulled through. She was told, though, by the high doctor that she would never bare another child. Being the only child had left Ceridwen spoiled. Bran on the other hand had not been the only child born to his mother and father. He was the second oldest in his family, but he was still closer to the archmage position than his older brother. This was only due to his older brother breaking away from the title of a Winters family member to run off to another hold to marry a witch. Witches and mages usually never got along due to their differing ideas of magic and spells, but Bran's brother and his wife had somehow fit together like glue. Their marriage was still just as solid as before it seemed, but Bran would never know for sure as his brother had completely cut himself off from the Winters family.
But enough of that. Bran had more important matters to tend to.
A contract mark? Bran hadn't expected something like that, but he was more than willing to go with it. If it allowed his side of the deal to be accepted then he would take any route he needed to get there. "I am more than willing," he replied smoothly. His voice was confident. He was prepared for this now. Only a few seconds had went by for him to accept the terms of a contract mark. "Tell me what I must do and I will see to it that it is completed. You are giving me what I want; therefore, I will give you what you want." It was as simple as that.
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 0:37:23 GMT -5
Akela Rose The canine was less than happy to do this like this. If he had his way, he wouldn't be doing this at all. But college, a house, and protecting his land? Two of those things required mass amounts of money. Money was something that he personally found hard to come by. Thieving and killing for payment, however, was much easier to come by, especially when the jobs came to him. The hard part always came later, when the contract had to be fulfilled. He'd gotten used to it, in a way. All he had to do was stave off the guilt long enough to collect his reward. Then he could pay the bills and worry himself to sleep.
Sadly, the job was draining. He hadn't eaten in two days because he had jobs to do. The runes themselves were draining - casting them on others as often as he'd begun too was beginning to take its toll. He wanted to sleep for the next three days, and he was due to commune with the Spirits soon if he wanted to continue protecting these lands with everything he had left. Outside of these things, the emotional tax that it was taking was absolutely ridiculous. At any given moment, the were could simply break down and cry or scream or start a fight. Throw his fist through the wall or be sent into a panic attack. After whatever happened, he'd promptly stop responding to anything. No reactions, barely speaking more than a couple words. That was the price of bottling everything up for as long as possible - the breakdowns. The breakdowns that stopped as soon as they started or lasted three days. The breakdowns that had cost him friends, relationships, and grades. The breakdowns that kept him inside because he didn't have the will to go out and even try to be a productive member of society. That was the price of this job.
But it was still a job.
Akela had known many other to be fickle. At the mention of a mark, many backed out. They got frightened and lashed out, and those who lashed out wound up buried within his borders. Others were given a rune to forget that the encounter had ever happened. Those few were much easier to deal with. The ones who agreed typically took at least a minute to think it over. But Bran? No, the magic man agreed immediately. Well, at least it was quick.
He was speaking once more, and the lupine took interest immediately. What he wanted? He wanted a lot of things. But, the way he saw it, he could only have one temporarily, and he didn't hesitate in asking for it. "Condemn the woods until I've collected the payment. I can't get close to her if I'm busy protecting what's mine." The were's eyes held challenge - he was waiting for the blond to tell him that the woods weren't his, that they were 'rightfully' purchased by a previous archmage. Oh, how he was waiting for it. "Do we have deal?" | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 18:59:54 GMT -5
Bran Winters -- For a long time the fire mage had been contemplating this. He had went over the pros and the cons more than once in his mind; he would stare up at his ceiling at night, trying to go to sleep, but his mind would always drift back to this idea he had bred after years of resentment and jealously toward his "perfect" cousin. Eventually his envy and greed had grown too much. All at once he had decided on what he was going to do - he was going to get rid of his very own flesh and blood.
His agreement to continue with the binding contract had spawned from these thoughts. Bran had no reason to hesitate or think things through now. He knew what he wanted and he was going to stop at nothing to get it.
A curled smile graced the mage's lips. Bran's face was almost drawn into that of a challenge or perhaps dark amusement. He shook his head at the were. "How much longer will you go on believing that these woods belong to you?" Bran's question was sharp and to the point. This were didn't control the woods. He didn't even own them - the Winters family had the rightful claim to these woods after they had bought the land many years ago. But right now Bran wasn't going to dwell on the were's claim to these woods. He had more important business to tend to. Much more important.
"We have a deal, werewolf," Bran responded firmly. He gave a sharp turn on his feet and walked back to his horse. Glory swished her tail and leaned forward, nudging the male in greeting. He easily got onto Glory's back, grabbing onto her reigns. Comfortably atop the mare, Bran looked back to the were. "Perhaps if you truly impress me, I'll allow you to stake official claim of these parts." He gestured with a nod to the woodland around them. Once he was archmage he could do whatever he wanted, and if he was particularly pleased with the assassin's work then he could hand over the woods along with the large sum of money he had already promised.
No longer needing to speak with the lupine, Bran clicked to his horse and kicked against her sides. Glory obeyed and turned, trotting on out of the woods and headed back toward the palace of the Winters.
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 19:28:12 GMT -5
Akela Rose It'd been a few years since he'd started this little... business, as some would call it. The first couple had been clumsy but done well enough to ensure his own safety as well as reward. As time went on, everything because easier in terms of skill and he took up thieving as well. Bringing back little things as proof of the deed. Some assassinations didn't require proof, but others? They did. The ones committed on the more common citizens rather than the council. He stole things as proof and depending on whether or not the giver took the item, he'd return it or pawn it off. When the request was theft, however, he took things for himself as well. He'd never admit to it, no, but he did.
Focusing back on his new job, he gave a quick once over to Bran. Well, he sure seemed confident and sure of what he wanted. For once, he almost wanted to know what this kind of request spawned from - almost. Akela didn't ask, as usual, and opted to drink in the blond's words. History was written by the victor, a concept he was sure the man's family knew well. The were, however, knew every side of the woods' history like the back of his hand. He impressed himself, really, considering any other type of history went in one ear and out the other. Still, he didn't bother speaking on who should rightfully own the land, not this time.
With the deal now confirmed, the lupine mentally steeled himself to give the other the rune. It didn't take long, but it was quickly found that Bran was mounting his horse and preparing to take his leave. It would only take ten seconds, did he not have an extra ten seconds? 'Whatever - it'll hurt him more than it hurts me. Damn runes feel like getting the whole thing tattooed all at once.' With this thought, he never spoke up as his new contact left. Rather, he whispered the spell, eyes taking on a white glow that hid his irises and pupil. If done correctly, the rune was to show up on the receiver's back between their shoulder blades. Although the distance... No, Akela was sure it would be fine. Almost as soon as he'd started, it was done. Eyes returning to normal, he released a sigh.
It was a couple minutes that he stood there to assure himself nobody else was around before shifting back. Clothes materializing with the shift, he realized that he'd definitely been wearing heels of some sort when he'd first shown up in the morning. That is, if his favored dress was anything to go by. "Gotta find my shoes so that I can go buy food... Then change my clothes. Yeah, food then change." Once he'd assured himself of his next set of moves, Akela started the trek to the tree where he put his shoes if they weren't favorable for walking through the dirt. This, in particular, was the price of looking cute when he woke up feeling feminine. Not that he minded, but if you asked him, they needed to make dirt-friendly heels. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 19:33:55 GMT -5
petition to make dirt friendly heels
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 19:45:12 GMT -5
sIGN ME UP PLEASE IM SO USED TO WALKING THROUGH GRASS BUT THEN I WEAR HEELS AND I DIE
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 19:46:04 GMT -5
OMG THAT REALLY SUCKS
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 19:46:56 GMT -5
LIKE I HATE IT SO MUCH UGHHHH EVEN IN WEDGES SOMETIMES I DIEEEEEE
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 19:50:24 GMT -5
EWWWWW FIGHT THE DIRT AND GRASS
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 19:51:05 GMT -5
I WILL AND HOPEFULLY I WILL BE VICTORIOUS
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:06:21 GMT -5
I BELIEVE IN YOU
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:07:06 GMT -5
THANK
alright so how do we want this to go?? cause we officially have a contract
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:12:23 GMT -5
WELC
yeeee contract perhaps to start getting close to ceri, akela can pretend to be highly interested in learning magic? somebody from the palace is like, "yeah sure i can get somebody to take you on as an apprentice" and just because #drama ceri could be told to mentor akela or something cB
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:14:38 GMT -5
YEYEYE
oh yeah yeah yeah! dude I need to contain myself like the first thing that came to mind was Akela presenting one way in terms of gender and then like presenting the complete opposite the next day and the guards just '??? get out??? who you be?'
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:16:31 GMT -5
yeee<33 oh my god im laughing, that needs to happen like please
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:17:16 GMT -5
yessssssss I love my genderfluid babe to death this is going to be great
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:20:02 GMT -5
akela is the bae i cant wait for ceri to realize that too
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:20:30 GMT -5
sAME alright let's do thissss
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:21:58 GMT -5
yessssss want me to start or nah if i did it would be hella crappy honestly
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:23:00 GMT -5
i can startttt tbh mine is gunna be crappy too its all good cause starters are weird and lame but do the job
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:23:32 GMT -5
okeyyy uwu
starters are for losers *shot*
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:25:00 GMT -5
forreal tho //dead//
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:26:30 GMT -5
*resurrects u
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:29:03 GMT -5
oh snap thankss
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:29:43 GMT -5
you very welc ;D
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:38:13 GMT -5
Akela Rose Female.
That was the only word in the were's head when he woke that morning. So, after getting his hair to do exactly what he wanted, he followed his gut and worked his way into his best (and lucky one of his favorites) dress. It was simple, really. A navy blue strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline, fitted at the top and loose past the waist. It fanned out with even the slightest of turns, and hell if it didn't compliment his body type. With the way it was fitted it require topside undergarments, and best of all, it had pockets. Pockets! That meant somewhere to put his phone that he wouldn't forget it. Natural, he pulled on heeled black Dr. Martens to match. What could he say? He had a particular style, and trying to look somewhat professional was no reason to ditch it. After all, he was already in a dress.
Currently, Akela was walking - yes, walking - across town to get to the palace. Following the idea of wanting to learn magic from the best, he hoped to gain entrance to the building. If it didn't work, he'd find another way, he always did. But for now, the secret lupine would stick with this for as long as possible.
It didn't take long to reach his destination. However, there was a moment where he simply stopped and stared at the building. He had to admit, it was quite the site to see. 'I should've brought my camera, this place would be great for a bit of photography...' He thought. Sadly, he only had the necessities in his bag. Anything an 'aspiring' magic student would need, he had. Nodding slightly as if to assure himself, he started towards the entrance guards - might as well start with basics and see if they'll open the doors. | Tag: Kitty Kats | Words: ??? | Notes: genderfluid werewolf assassin - he/him typically |
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Post by Myst on Jul 23, 2017 20:38:40 GMT -5
probably the second worst thing I've written this month
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Post by Feathertalon on Jul 23, 2017 20:50:25 GMT -5
oh hush that's not true
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