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Post by lazzylake on Dec 31, 2023 1:44:45 GMT -5
(I hope this makes sense. I was really tired writing this one.)
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 31, 2023 2:18:39 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross-- Fear runs through him like blood. There is ice in his veins. His step falters twice as he races through the forest, hardly registering the natural obstacles in his path. A branch falling low at an awkward angle scores his cheek, and he only narrowly avoids slamming into a rotting log. Dread compresses his chest and shortens his breathing, strangling the hummingbird heartbeat that echoes in his ears. Charlemagne isn't someone to panic easily, and yet he recognizes all the signs. He cannot make good judgments in this state, but for now he will use it to propel him further. Faster than he can ever recall moving. He is quicksilver in moonlight, argentine fur illuminated in brief flashes between the forest canopy before he is once again ensconced in shadow. Charlemagne has the presence of mind to slow his pace once the smell of blood and stench of outsiders grows stronger. His body is seized by a fine tremor yet he manages to lower himself into a crouch and slink through the shadows surrounding a bloodied clearing.
There are five figures menacing Bruno and his small group of friends. Unfamiliar shifters that can only be the rogues that have plagued the community for the past moon. His every sense is anchored on the prone body of his only son, lying motionless beneath the werebear that dealt the debilitating blow. Though faint, the sound of his sluggish heartbeat nearly bowls Charlemagne over with relief. He's alive...He...
Charlemagne wants to recover him immediately. Time is of the essence when operating on a wound of that magnitude- but the other young shifters are in no shape to fight, let alone defend themselves properly. They're only pups, it hurts him to hear them struggling as they are but he can't simply rush in without a plan. He may have trained himself to combat larger animals, but the odds are against him. He can't risk any of the young ones being taken hostage. Charlemagne silently circles the clearing, honing in on the most talkative enemy, more likely a leader. He had already alerted any nearby Primal Bloods with a howl, but the response wasn't promising. Attacks like this are happening all throughout the territory. He has to operate under the assumption that he'll be on his own for the forseeable future.
His belongings are roughly miles away. He can cover that distance with ease, but not before any of the children are seriously injured or killed. But then...they would have killed them immediately if that were their goal. There's a possibility that he can give them the opportunity to get away... He just needs to make for a more entertaining kill. Charlemagne is preparing to spring when the sound and scent of another shifter rapidly approaching causes him to pause and adjust, he moves to approach from another angle. Whether friend or foe, they may well provide the distraction he needs.
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++ Zhenya Metaxas -- The werewolf's pace falters at his near-deafening roar, but she summons the courage- or idiocy- required to continue on her path and leap for his bared throat. Zhenya swats her away with a massive paw, sending her flying into her partner and then into one of the many trees that crowd the thicket that he and his brother had been cornered in. They'd been smart to ambush the much larger shifters in a confined space where their movements would be limited- in theory. Unlike the cougar that they've left bleeding out by the water, the tigers are equally adept at taking the fight to the ground. Zinoviy wrestles with two large wolves, using his hindclaws to devastating effect while Zhenya remains upright to ensure no others can get close. This strategy requires the smaller canine shifters, they're fortunate that they have yet to encounter a bear. All the more reason-
"Teo, time for a change of scenery!"
His response is a muffled snarl- Teo's mouth is currently occupied by a throat and he flings the limp body into a bloodstained trunk before rolling to his paws. His tail lashes as he lunges forward to chokeslam a coyote that was attempting to flank them, and Zhenya growls in annoyance when he's left to fend off those that went for his back.
"We don't have to kill all of them! Not like this, at least!" His mental voice remains unaffected by the pained growl that burns his throat when someone gets in a lucky bite on his flank. Zhenya whips around to slam their skull under his paw, bloodied fangs bared. He'd already scouted a way out of their situation, but Zinoviy was so blinded by rage that he's kept them there for nearly fifteen minutes already. They'll tire themselves out before they even make it to a real fight. A dangerous possibility that he's presented to his brother twice already. The close quarters are also their saving grace, preventing them from being overwhelmed with numbers as they can only be attacked two or three at a time. Zhenya postures with another roar that scatters their opponents, but not for long enough.
"This is just the fodder that she sent to distract us! If you want to make a real difference, then we need to-"
"Fine!" Zinoviy sends another body flying in his sudden outburst, rounding on his brother and only just stopping himself from lunging for his throat. Zhenya's ears flatten but he doesn't flinch, meeting the sightless glare with a silent one of his own before whirling on muddied paws to launch himself into the trees. The spindly boughs begin to snap and break under his weight, but he merely digs his claws in and leaps into another set of branches. He'd spared a few moments to dig at the roots surrounding them before their opponents could truly close in just as an assurance that the process would be swift. The trees begin to fall under his weight and he can hear Zinoviy following his lead with deafening crashes. He had allowed them to be herded into a relatively small copse with interlocking branches- originally where they liked to rest after a hunt but he supposes it would make a fine grave as well.
Their pursuers had been crowing with glee at first, likely assuming that the tigers were botching their escape with the graceless attempt at gaining height, but they quickly turned to yelps of alarm when the trees came crashing down on them. Zhenya couldn't weaken every one, but he'd made sure to concentrate his efforts on the clear exit to block their escape. He leapt to another tree as it splintered beneath him, and fell with the last. It sent him sprawling into the grass but he quickly turned the landing into a recovery roll when a shadow passed over him. He scrambles upright with a wince, keenly feeling the injuries that have yet to heal but instinctively moving into a defensive crouch despite it. Zinoviy's bloodthirsty snarl eases the tension from his muscles, and he turns his head to see the bobcat that had attempted a sneak attack is in the process of being put down. Threats and cries of pain echo out from behind him, and his tail swishes with amusement as he turns fully to observe the absolute mess he's made of the their former den. It's a pity, but it served its purpose.
More than half of it has collapsed inward, trapping the majority of the canine shifters within. Those who made it out in time still suffered injuries from the splintering wood or impact of the trees, and a few of their fellows are attempting to dig them out of the wreckage. Zhenya counts them and finds the numbers manageable. "Teo~"
"What." White and crimson flicker in the corner of his vision.
"You can finish those off, and then we'll regroup at the tree."
He can't have any of them getting away to harry the pair later after all, and he thinks the destruction of their den deserves a dramatic send off. "We should still have my old lighter, right?"
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 31, 2023 2:22:57 GMT -5
[ Your posts are both great Soot, Lazz! Not a single drop in quality~ ] [ Hawkeyes258 I think you mentioned somewhere that shifters could communicate telepathically if they were in the same pack or something? Or was it only werewolves? ^^" ] |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 31, 2023 4:41:36 GMT -5
(Sorry I wasn’t on today guys, had a god awful day at work and needed a day to be human. Will post some time in the afternoon <3)
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Post by soot on Dec 31, 2023 5:46:37 GMT -5
(Hey, take the time you need, Juno! I hope you feel a bit better today(:
And totally in the same boat, Lazzy. Yours looks great p ^^
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Post by Hushabye on Dec 31, 2023 6:34:18 GMT -5
[ Seconded! I hope your day goes better and you have time & space to decompress~ ]
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 31, 2023 16:15:27 GMT -5
Ew, ew, ew this is so gross was all Maria could think as he ate the remains of the lynx's dinner. Seriously how could other shifters find this enjoyable? Licking her lips clean of blood and entrails she looked at the felines paw as it pushed on hers. Oh what now, please don't say she needed to move? As she saw the cats ears flick she couldn't help but groan. Why couldn't they just stay here, it was safe here. Just then the cow of an owl could be heard to far from their current position. With that she was brought back to reality, oh yeah no where here is safe.
With yet another whimper, she slowly got back to her paws. This lynx seemed to be nice and if it is asking her to move then maybe she should. Besides, what else would she do? She stays she is still lost in a spooky forest with things that want to gobble her up like some sort of pupcone. At least with mr. lynx she had someone to be lost with, miseries loving company and all that.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 31, 2023 23:23:44 GMT -5
(I’m alive! Just got off work early so I’ll make sure post real soon!)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 31, 2023 23:29:35 GMT -5
(Sounds great! Glad to hear things went well for you! Currently struggling with Javalle’s next response but it should be posted. Hopefully before next year lol)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 31, 2023 23:42:47 GMT -5
(Yeah same, either tonight for me or sometime next year haha)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 1, 2024 0:12:33 GMT -5
[ My father just made that joke! Lol January 1st is Anya's birthday so I thought I'd commission some art for the occasion! It's too big to use as my profile picture, so I figured I'd share it here for a bit! His OG!Design has long hair but I decided against it for the rp ^^" ]
[ Happy New Year everyone! 🎉 May it be better than the last~! I really appreciate that I was able to write and chat with you all, I think you're all amazing writers with tons of creativity and talent! I look forward to continuing with you in 2024! <3 ] |
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Post by soot on Jan 1, 2024 1:06:35 GMT -5
Ayyy, just realized I don’t have any characters birthdays written down yet…
And yeah, Happy New Years people! Excited for next year, and what it may bring for all of us(:
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 1, 2024 1:37:19 GMT -5
(Won’t be posting a response since I’m a bit disoriented from everything but happy New Year’s everybody! Also thanks so much, Hush! That’s some lovely Anya art! Every last one of you are incredibly creative and I’ve been so happy to share my interests with you all! I haven’t had this much fun in an rp in a while! Also for birthdays, Javalle is probably born sometime in April? And I’m assuming Anya was born on the year of the tiger?)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 1, 2024 2:50:31 GMT -5
The wolf kept running, almost blindly, deeper and deeper in the the woods. Its bad leg was burning, desperate to stop. But it didn’t care. It want blood. It wanted… something. There was something deep within it that wanted something coupled with a strange sort of anger. It shook its head and kept running, following the scent trail. He could also detect the female following behind. Don’t try to stop me.(Opening this up for you Hawkeyes258 if you want to have them ambushed) |
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 1, 2024 3:47:02 GMT -5
[ No problem Lazz, hope you can get some rest and enjoy any celebrations you may have! ✨️
As for Anya's zodiac year- that depends what year the rp currently takes place in! Because it could be that he is Year of The Rabbit- which would be hilarious- but I created him in 2022, so I choose to say he's Year of The Tiger like me! Hehe
time is an illusion Do you have any thoughts to what zodiac year Javalle would be then~? ]
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 1, 2024 16:39:59 GMT -5
The wolf kept running, almost blindly, deeper and deeper in the the woods. Its bad leg was burning, desperate to stop. But it didn’t care. It want blood. It wanted… something. There was something deep within it that wanted something coupled with a strange sort of anger. It shook its head and kept running, following the scent trail. He could also detect the female following behind. Don’t try to stop me.(Opening this up for you Hawkeyes258 if you want to have them ambushed) (Could Javalle possibly be involved in this? Perhaps Jack runs right past the pair and ruins the scent trail he’s trying to follow- Also, Hush, judging from when this rp was made, June of last year, and Javalle is currently 24, that means he was born in ‘99, which makes him a year of the Rabbit! Ironic since rabbits are lynxes main prey. To be honest I didn’t even think of it! The world works in mysterious ways…Though I could be completely wrong for what year it is; Hawk might need to confirm that) |
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 1, 2024 17:11:25 GMT -5
[ Oof I totally forgot that they're the same age! Lol ]
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Post by Junospower on Jan 1, 2024 18:37:15 GMT -5
(Totally fine with me Lazz (: )
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 1, 2024 20:58:50 GMT -5
(The rp take place modern day so yeah Summer of 2023)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 1, 2024 21:28:07 GMT -5
Suddenly, a sandy looking werewolf and a were-wolverine appear in front of Jack. "Not so fast little wolf!" The wolverine answered snarling and snapping at him. "Keep back or else I'll be tearing up your other leg!" The sandy werewolf nodded his head in agreement. "Surrender and no one has to get hurt!"
Teagan escorts the new shifters back to the pack houses before racing back into the forest. She didn't even know where to begin. She takes a big whiff of the air before heading into the forest letting her noise guide the way.
(I'm gonna say all shifters can communicate telepathically)
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Post by soot on Jan 1, 2024 21:50:32 GMT -5
.’ - Nola Levington - ‘. Nola scrambled, not wasting a moment in considering stopping as the other shifters appear. The she wolf thinks of attacking them, helping defend the younger wolf she’d been running with.. but the sharp, throbbing scent of a too young shifter with so much blood loss urges her on. Nola can almost feel the pool of red. So she brushes by the wolf closest to her, the sand colored one, running a faint mark of a dagger sharp maw over their side, tasting a small tinge of copper on her teeth before breezing by, making a run past them. She’s hoping the tear at least helps the younger shifter. Her heartbeat is fluttering like an offset musical beat, paws deft and quick, ignoring any jabs on her paw pads with a focus on getting to her destination. Nola paused, quieting the rising growl when over the bushes and through the trees she sees a bear. That.. is not good. Her claws aid in her stopping, flank colliding against a tree roughly, but faint, quiet. Besides the quiet sounds of her ribs scraping. What she also notices is the teenager in front of the bear, claw marks torn down his front. She faintly recognizes the boys scent, and her hackles rise, gums showing in a silent growl. Nola’s normally more restrained, but on a full moon? Taking one more moment to contemplate, hazel gaze glancing behind her, and back forward. Even for a shifter, a wound like that could kill them within a far, far too small span of time than would ever be comfortable. So, shifting on her paws, she lets an instinctual, and animalistic sound rise in the back of her throat in a howl. Sharp, and resounding. Calling for any aid that might hear her before she possibly gets a few new scars. Claws sharp, and teeth like daggers, she leaps over the bushes she’d been hidden behind. Low to the ground, eyes narrowed and sharp on the bear, growl like an odd, quiet purr. But still threatening. A wolf willing to do what they see fit to protect when someone dared to hurt someone they should not have hurt. They will regret it. |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 1, 2024 22:18:42 GMT -5
Happy 2024)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 1, 2024 23:07:29 GMT -5
Suddenly, a sandy looking werewolf and a were-wolverine appear in front of Jack. "Not so fast little wolf!" The wolverine answered snarling and snapping at him. "Keep back or else I'll be tearing up your other leg!" The sandy werewolf nodded his head in agreement. "Surrender and no one has to get hurt!" Teagan escorts the new shifters back to the pack houses before racing back into the forest. She didn't even know where to begin. She takes a big whiff of the air before heading into the forest letting her noise guide the way. (I'm gonna say all shifters can communicate telepathically) (Well this just made it a lot easier for Javalle and Maria to interact! I'll get something out for him tonight! He's slowly putting the pieces together until it's too late) |
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Post by Junospower on Jan 1, 2024 23:51:50 GMT -5
(Are we making the sandy wolf the one who cursed Jack or is he just taunting him? Prepared for either one!)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 2, 2024 1:39:57 GMT -5
Ew, ew, ew this is so gross was all Maria could think as he ate the remains of the lynx's dinner. Seriously how could other shifters find this enjoyable? Licking her lips clean of blood and entrails she looked at the felines paw as it pushed on hers. Oh what now, please don't say she needed to move? As she saw the cats ears flick she couldn't help but groan. Why couldn't they just stay here, it was safe here. Just then the cow of an owl could be heard to far from their current position. With that she was brought back to reality, oh yeah no where here is safe. With yet another whimper, she slowly got back to her paws. This lynx seemed to be nice and if it is asking her to move then maybe she should. Besides, what else would she do? She stays she is still lost in a spooky forest with things that want to gobble her up like some sort of pupcone. At least with mr. lynx she had someone to be lost with, miseries loving company and all that. Javalle let the newcomer rise to her paws with a grunt, understandable since she was just running for her life a few moments ago. With the prey they offered he hoped the pup wouldn't complain too much. After all, they both had the same goal of getting home, and it would be best for them to stick together. Yet the more appealing alternative of taking her to his cottage until morning wouldn't stop prodding itself into their subconscious. Together the pair trekked through, with Javalle staying relatively close as to ensure his partner felt content despite the daunting situation. With a shudder the lynx was beginning to realize how monumental of a task this was turning out to be. He tried identifying little oddities when surveying the scenery so the pair could make their way back if the mission failed. The bend of a branch. A ring of shrubs. An oddly shaped mushroom. This was also to form sort of a mental map in case their trail was obscured by other wildlife upon return. Speaking of scents being foiled, wasn't the wolf scent in the air fainter a second ago? Why is it getting closer? Javalle scrunched his nose as his muscles tensed ever so slightly. He certainly hadn't forgotten about the rougues, or rather that's what he was telling himself. Were they close to the grounds of a werewolf den? But, there was something familiar about the wolf barreling past some distance away, racing through the wilderness with a snarl, and the unmistakable leg scarring not slowing him down in the slightest.
Jack!?Certainly his eyes couldn't be deceiving him? Was fate really so kind as to conveniently place his solution literally under his nose? On the gray wolf's heels was a smaller yet agile female, and another reminiscent smell that took Javalle back to his conversation at the coffee shop earlier that afternoon. This is it! Well, following the trails of two wolves he's hardly conversed with wasn't what he had in mind, but it was a promising lead. Come on! We've got some pursuing to do. He replied with a purr to the adolescent canine and sprung forward in his excitement, but still keeping the pace for his companion to keep up. |
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 2, 2024 1:41:14 GMT -5
(This one is so long I don't know what came over me-)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 2, 2024 1:43:20 GMT -5
(No! Embrace it Lazz! It was so good <3)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 2, 2024 1:45:10 GMT -5
[ I need to go to bed, but I'll hopefully reply to Bruno/Nola's post sometime tomorrow! ]
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 2, 2024 1:52:47 GMT -5
(Sound good, Hush! And thanks, Juno, initially I forced things along but then I kept thinking to myself "wait this is actually getting solid" I'm trying not to sound too redundant in my wording, but thinking too much about how specifically to write a certain sentence can do the opposite. I'm going to rest soon but will probably stay up a few minutes longer! Suppose I've just been talkative tonight.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 2, 2024 2:21:29 GMT -5
(Taunting him but I might have one of them allude to the actual one who turned Jack. I want some build up if that is okay with you)
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