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Post by Junospower on Jan 14, 2024 0:29:57 GMT -5
(Gonna leave Jack open for one more attack if you want before he runs away)
With his foes blood dripping down his snout, he stood there panting from the fight.
Bold of you to call it even when you’ve barely put up a fight! Utterly pathetic.
He gave the wolverine one more snarl and slammed his paw hard on it’s chest before turning his back on the pitiful creature, beginning to make his way back into the tree line. Clearly not worth the effort killing it.
(Feral Jack talks a big game lol)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 14, 2024 0:34:31 GMT -5
Ryder takes a moment to regain his composure before rising to his feet. He curses at Jack before spitting at his feet. "You will pay for this wolf!" He begins to limp away in the direction of where his companion ran off too. He will be telling his alpha about this1
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Post by soot on Jan 14, 2024 0:40:38 GMT -5
.’ - Nola Levington - ‘. Nola gave him a slightly quirked look at his insistence, but holds her tongue, just keeping her own appreciative, albeit slight smile. She can’t quite tell if his is more forced than hers, but she assumes it’s at least somewhat. Though his somewhat plain disregard of his own injuries makes her gaze slightly more heavy and considering. Thread to spare? And if not?- well. She pauses that, and figures it’s safe to assume the doctor knows better of his own profession and skill… though, as he inclines his head, her own following a tad habitually to where his gaze landed, she gave him a quirked look, before cooperating easily. “Not at all.” Nola responds, taking slight notice of the politely dusted off rock, her bare feet somewhat careful on the forest floor as she goes. Before turning lightly, that instinct kicking in that urges her to make a full twirl, which she does not, and sits down neatly, and straightly, spine curved in a nice alignment with her head. Nola watches him in a not too glaring manner as he prepares himself similarly to what he did for his son, sterile hands, a mask, and gloves. Nola looks curious for slightest of moments before her eyes widen just a tinge, and she moves to adjust her arm, keeping the wince to a visible minimum as she pulls her arm from the sleeve of the gratefully narrowed shirt, shoulder on full display. She keeps her gaze on him more so than the glanced at injury of hers, the slightly thrumming pain, like a melodic little tune in sync with the pulse of her heart. Nola listens raptly, taking in each of his carefully words similarly careful. Nola looks a tinge visibly surprised at the mention of bone, “Bone fragments?” She mutters idly, a tad accidentally as she glances to the wound. Nola then takes her gaze away when she thinks she sees a small glint of off white, and even if it’s likely her imagination, she’s rather not look for more. Nola’s not.. queasy, but visible bone has always disturbed her a little more than blood. Nola looks up to him more intently now as he adjusts her arm, giving him an understanding look at his quiet apologies, even if not not necessary, make the slight tug less cold, and stark feeling. Company always does seem to do that. She keeps herself sitting straight even as he turns her elbow that or which way, glancing to his focused eyes ever so briefly before glancing towards what he uses to work. The shifter lifts her other arm carefully, pulling her hair somewhat more out of the way now that he’s fully working on the injury she’s sustained. She didn’t quite realize how long her hair has gotten, with how she’s been putting it up. Nola pulls it to all lay on her other shoulder on her front, before settling fully and diligent hands continue their work. She does keep stock of what he’s doing, though is hesitant to look directly at what he’s working on until she gets curious, watching as he cleans it and.. brings out a needle. Ah, anesthesia, she.. nearly forgot that part of the process. After a couple of moments, and his slight pinch, which is always still so odd when you can see it, yet or quite feel it, giving a quiet “No.” at his question. At the mentions of pain after the procedure, she quirks a brow. She supposes it wouldn’t hurt, though she already has plenty at home.. she figures he’d insist, the more the merrier? Well, so long as you look at the dosage of course. But she’s not quite able to let it go, so she just gives a simple question. ”If.. you’re sure. I have a few at home, if you’re not able to spare.”Nola keeps her gaze away as she noticed him taking out a few of the, thankfully, few bone fragments. She’s happy she can’t technically feel it, but the idea of it still makes her internally cringe, and the quiet, but still resounding sound of them connecting with the small dish he has beside her, a tinge too loud, considering the full moons enhancing factor. She’s happy to hear it won’t take to long, peaking more now without her own bone to dissuade her. Nola watches diligently as he stitches her skin back together, humming a small note at his neat, obviously quite honed, skill and consideration. She listens, her ears not perking technically as they would have if she was a wolf, but if she was, she’s sure they would. Nola notes everything she’ll need later, tucking it away in her memory. She gives him a thankful look at his small glance, even if she does somewhat dislike being unable to shift when she’d like, she’s had the same advice plenty of times before, and it’s not surprising it’s no different now. And she perhaps chooses to store the idea of a sling further into the back of her list of needs.. a bit further back than quite needed. Though needing assessment in a few days time stays near the metaphorical top of her list. “I’ll keep that in mind..ah. Will you need any of my contact information? Or I’ll I need yours? To call, or message in case of anything..” Nola asks, blinking away a speck of dust blown lightly towards her, watching as he continues. She seems to catch him in a moment of.. being lost in thought, even if his movements and attention on his work is as clear and precise as before, the idle scent of what she calls.. ‘ wandering’ wafts into the air slightly before it fades just as quick as it came. The scent of the herbs applied to her arms also distracts her nose, squinting slightly, brows furrowed before she relaxes. Huh, she’s not smelt that mixture before. She lifts her arm with directed, and keeps it slow, careful, and once it’s tied and finished, she carefully slips her arm back into its sleeve, relieved at the, well, she can’t quite feel it yet, three or so hours until then from what he informed her of, but she feels more at ease now that she at least knows it’s taken care of. She watches just as critically as he sits on a near by rock, not dusted off, and teats himself with less.. caution. Understandable, and even if he’s skilled, consideration of one’s own body, just as much as another’s.. is important. It’s understandable though, so even with the quelling look she gets just slightly, her gaze remains concerned, even if just so slightly. Nola gets up from her politely dusted rock, courtesy of the doctor of course, and more easily ignores the feeling of the forest beneath her feet. It helps ground her, actually. It helps keep the wolf at ease, feeling the bare forest underneath its paws, wriggling her toes slightly before walking over, gliding like a wolf in their ever so familiar territory, and walks over to stand in a formal, but friendly, vicinity. She’d rather not touch any of his tools and such, so she leaves that to him, but anything after is mod within her territory, so she waits with an abated unease, more willing to wait and listen for what he might ask of, or say. She manages to keep herself from raising her good arm to hold the other, which is quite easier when he offers her.. tea. Hmh, it smells.. of a few familiar things, but more so unfamiliar. From what she’s garnered, he’s trustworthy,, especially since his name is somewhat more of sounding bells in her head. She’s almost sure she’s heard his name thrown about once or twice by Zhenya, though hearing an unknown name from that detective isn’t too surprising, she’s also almost sure he knows most of the people in town. Thoughts back in track, her gaze shifts to where his lands, and then back to meet his eyes once he looks back to her. “I wouldn’t mind at all. I’m glad to help, Cross. Especially since it’s two of you.” She replies, giving a similarly pointed look to her shoulder he aided with, and a look at his leg. “I’ll keep any movements within reason, I have quite a moderately free arm to help. And a free shoulder to lean on, if you need it.” Nola says, brow quirked, and lips pursed. His leg is injured.. and her arm is injured, which makes a few things difficult, but she supposes those perfectly make up for each other in a few ways. She’ll keep him upright, and he’ll.. likely need to carry most of what they have. Nola pauses, sighing slightly, taking a careful intake of breathe. No odd scents near by, only the doctor and his son, which are slowly more familiar as their short time continues further. Good, they’re safe to go, and likely it’s ideal. All she can hope for, is that they both get back safe. Getting back to her own car… will be a tinge of a hassle, it’s quite a bit of a walk from here by now, and without being able to shift. She glances idly towards the direction they came from, and a moment later, simply sets it towards the doctor. |
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Post by soot on Jan 14, 2024 0:45:01 GMT -5
(That.. was a lot longer than I thought it was, ahaha ^^”
And it looks great Hush, and I’ve not got too much medical knowledge, so.. works for me! lol.
And that made me snort, especially the paw patrol bandaid. Not even a Batman bandaid? C’mon! And Nola’s worry is simmering a little bit, but she shall refrain from over worrying for now.. for now. Also! Sorry if my dialogue is a little short ^^’ I’m working on it, but it helps some that Nola’s a little more curt when meeting new people, who she’s not known at all anyway. She’s glad to help, but also not finding much to converse about when Charlemagne’s son is kinda passed out in the corner, pft-)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 14, 2024 0:45:40 GMT -5
(Gonna send Jack Adeline’s way, that cool soot ?) |
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Post by soot on Jan 14, 2024 0:55:51 GMT -5
(Totally cool with me. Any specific idea on how you want them to meet up again? She’s currently at work, so it could be her getting off late at night, and leaving to head home, or her being on a break sometime later?)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 14, 2024 1:03:08 GMT -5
(Hmmm…. Maybe she’s getting off her shift? I don’t know how far into the night we are so I’d figure he can hang around the apartment area until dawn or something)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 14, 2024 1:31:27 GMT -5
Maria's tail tucked itself slightly between her legs as the lynx, who she now knows as Javalle, asked her why she was n the forest. Welp, brain what do you got that does make it sound like she was not a complete idiot or just a lie. W-well I just wanted to take a walk. You know just clear my mind. Totally nothing else, like at all. With a groan she then closed her mouth. Okay, brain that was not was not the smartest play. Oh and my name is Maria.Javalle subtly nodded in understanding. He wasn't entirely convinced from the pup's vague words, but he hunches she was still a bit in shock and fatigued from their voyage today. Either that or she was being plausibly deniable, or just didn't want to give too much away with him. Fair enough. The pair were in luck, as they arrived a few moments later at the quaint cabin. Javalle trotted across the mildly sloping walkway that lead to the porch. They noticed the quilt he left behind and groaned at the fact of having to drag it back inside. He would deal with that in a second. Precariously, Javalle reached upwards and opened the cabin's door with a mammoth paw, satisfied they got it right on the first try. The lynx was grateful the door didn't shut automatically after he put enough pressure on to open it, otherwise he would've spent a consuming amount of time fiddling around with the handle without opposable thumbs. To his guest, he twitched his whiskers as he encouraged her to rest. Go in and make yourself comfortable, Maria. I'll be there in a second.The lynx took himself back out for a moment to relieve himself. Afterwards, he decided to give that thorough cleaning he'd been meaning to, sandpaper tongue smoothing out his ruffled pelt and diluting their musty outdoors scent. Once they deemed themselves suitable, Javalle went back to the patio and fetched their quilt. He strained with effort to haul it to the entrance, teeth aching as he plopped it down into the living room rug. He yawned and lazily glanced around, waiting to see where his partner could be. |
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Post by soot on Jan 14, 2024 1:44:30 GMT -5
(That sounds fantastic to me! I’m a bit tired ^^’ so I might write Adeline’s up tomorrow. But feel free to add any between time with Jack making his way over or whatnot if you’d like to! Adeline, dear little life crisis and unbeknownst witch will have a surprise with him, haha xD)
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Post by soot on Jan 14, 2024 16:35:25 GMT -5
.’ ~- Adeline Nicholson -~ ‘. Adeline let out a sigh of visible relief as she was let off of her shift. The blonde stretched her arms forward, fingers interlocked, arms shaking with the stern before she yawns, and they fall back to her sides. Work was long today, especially since she got the later shift after being late, so it’s a few hours later than normal. With one more glance to the ever bright hospital, and shoves her keychain with her ID into her bag, chases that she actually charged her phone, which she thankfully remembered to do. Adeline started on her walk back, legs already tired, and she figures she’ll fall asleep easily tonight. If she can get home first, her legs are tired tired. She has one hand on the slightly forgotten thermos of water, held in front of her idly, and another hand on her work bags strap as she walks. It’s still quite dark, but thankfully this town has put plenty of indulgence on street lights. The walk is never too eventful, and the only thing that really breaks the silence is idle sounds of traffic.. and the occasional call of a- crow, Adeline thinks? The noise almost instant,y makes all of the horrific memories of earlier flood back, and her paranoia return. Her pace speeds up ever so slightly, the sound of the bird even louder, and louder- and it’s almost like a siren in her head- And it stops when her eyes land on the library. ( c: I hope this is good, Juno!) |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 14, 2024 19:13:41 GMT -5
Name: Shiruku Oru
Description: Shiruku is a slender six foot seven woman with thin, almost stick like, arms and legs. Despite her rather thin frame she has been considered by others as rather alluring. Because of this she chooses to try and accentuate her beauty through her clothing and hair style. She ties her black lower back length hair into a nice thick braid that she lays across her right shoulder. As for her clothing she alternates between two different types. The first is a summer dress that is primarily black with red streaks running down the sides. He second outfit is a traditional Japanese Kimono that is gold in color, which was made from spider silk. Her eyes are the strangest thing about her given that one of the is grey and the other is gold.
Age: 35
What you are: Orb Weaver Jorogumo
Creature Description: As a Jorogumo she has the ability to turn the lower half of her body into that of a spider. The easiest way to describe her appearance is like the arachnid version of a centaur. When she shifts her lower body takes on the form of human size orb weaver spider.
Personality: Shiruku is a rather manipulative person by nature, using her looks her looks to get others to do as she pleased . The Jorogumo is known in Japanese folklore for using their looks to lure men into their dens and then feasting on them upon cocooning them. When someone did not bow to her will then she was rather quick to anger. In her mind everyone else were simply flys in her web to play with as she wishes until finally eating them. So to not play her game was almost unthinkable. The only times she did not try and manipulate anyone or anything was when children were involved, they were the few creatures that she deemed off limits.
Background: The daughter of Japanese immigrants Shiruku was raised in California until her parents passed away when she was 17 years old. After that she moved Giffendal and started her own clothing shop in the city, thanks to a little 'persuasion' on her part to the prior owners of the location. She saw the city as a great hunting ground with more than enough prey for her.
Family: Their all dead.
Romantic Interests: Herself if that counts.
Other: Rawr
Sn: Bloodrosepelt
Have fun reading this.)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 14, 2024 22:30:23 GMT -5
(Love her!)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 14, 2024 23:14:49 GMT -5
Maria's tail tucked itself slightly between her legs as the lynx, who she now knows as Javalle, asked her why she was n the forest. Welp, brain what do you got that does make it sound like she was not a complete idiot or just a lie. W-well I just wanted to take a walk. You know just clear my mind. Totally nothing else, like at all. With a groan she then closed her mouth. Okay, brain that was not was not the smartest play. Oh and my name is Maria.Javalle subtly nodded in understanding. He wasn't entirely convinced from the pup's vague words, but he hunches she was still a bit in shock and fatigued from their voyage today. Either that or she was being plausibly deniable, or just didn't want to give too much away with him. Fair enough. The pair were in luck, as they arrived a few moments later at the quaint cabin. Javalle trotted across the mildly sloping walkway that lead to the porch. They noticed the quilt he left behind and groaned at the fact of having to drag it back inside. He would deal with that in a second. Precariously, Javalle reached upwards and opened the cabin's door with a mammoth paw, satisfied they got it right on the first try. The lynx was grateful the door didn't shut automatically after he put enough pressure on to open it, otherwise he would've spent a consuming amount of time fiddling around with the handle without opposable thumbs. To his guest, he twitched his whiskers as he encouraged her to rest. Go in and make yourself comfortable, Maria. I'll be there in a second.The lynx took himself back out for a moment to relieve himself. Afterwards, he decided to give that thorough cleaning he'd been meaning to, sandpaper tongue smoothing out his ruffled pelt and diluting their musty outdoors scent. Once they deemed themselves suitable, Javalle went back to the patio and fetched their quilt. He strained with effort to haul it to the entrance, teeth aching as he plopped it down into the living room rug. He yawned and lazily glanced around, waiting to see where his partner could be. As they neared the cabin the cabin, finally, Maria practically ran up to the door. Did she look like a puppy who was ready to go back inside from an afternoon walk, yes. Now did she care, no not really. Finally she was in a place that was safe. No wild shifter, no bears, and most of all NO MORE LEAVES! Oh sweet nugget of civilization please never leave her again. As she got to the cabin's door she whined waiting for Javalle to get it open. Please she wanted deliverance out of the arboreal hades. Also she has a twig stuck in her tail that was really starting to hurt and would really like a safe place to attempt to pull it out. As soon as the lynx managed to open the door she ran in while saying Okay thanks. Once in the middle of the cabin's living room she started to chase her tail to try and get that stick. At this point why worry about her pride, that is already out the window and run over by an SUV. |
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Post by Junospower on Jan 14, 2024 23:50:07 GMT -5
The wolf would never admit it, but that wolverine had put up a good fight. He was wounded, as to be expected, with some of them bleeding a bit heavily, but it didn’t matter. He was victorious, and the wolverine knew not to challenge him again. He continued to limp deeper and deeper into the forest until the trees began to thin and become scarcer. He gave his wounds a few licks, growling a bit to himself that he allowed himself to get as hurt as he did. Pathetic. Weak. What kind of a wolf was he?
A scent drifted his way. Familiar. He knew this scent. He’s smelled it before.
Man-flesh.
Getting to his paws, the wolf followed the scent, injuries forgotten at the prospect of sinking his teeth into prey. Keeping himself hidden in the brushes, he found it. A human. Alone. And female from the look of it. He’ll have to continue to follow close.
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 2:19:44 GMT -5
.’ ~- Adeline Nicholson -~ ‘. Adeline felt the hairs in the back if her neck rise as she looked towards the library. She.. paused, looking around for any passbyers, and quickly carried herself over to the front of the library. It was closed, obviously, but she cupped her hands around her eyes, and peaked inside of one of the windows. Her eyes squinted, searching for.. something. The odd sound returned after the call of a crow, the odd sound that is a voice not quite formed, like a gentle, but urging breeze, but stern like an oak tree. An.. an ashen, white oak tree. Adeline didn’t see anything besides a dark library, books, and an empty counter.. but her gaze drew her towards the botany section. Huh. A moment later she huffed, shaking her head, hands moving to grip her shoulder strap, eyes glancing behind her as she shuffled backwards towards the sidewalk. She was about to continue before she caught something standing out in the corner of her vision.. glowing, ice blue eyes that make her freeze. Adeline squints her own blue eyes, somewhat confused as to what she’s looking at, head inclining just slightly before the realization hit her. It was a large.. animal of some sort, with their eyes trained right on her. She felt an odd pull, like something was urging her to run, and to stay, like a tug of war. And… she just freezes for a few moments, staring right into the animals eyes. Running.. might not be a good idea. It could probably catch her, but fighting it also sounds like a terrible idea. Her feet decided for her, to be honest, the dread from the last few days shooting us her spine, and… Adeline ran, it was a terrible idea, but it urged her, well pulled her really. And it- it was hunting her? Oh yeah, she’s screwed. And the irony of her just so happening to come from then hospital makes it even worse. Oh, drop,her bag, yes, drop that, less weight. It’s heavy, so it’s gone from her shoulder a moment later as she lates of with a slowly back away.. that builds into a sprint. Heart hammering with some sort of unknown knowledge that she is powerless against this creature. |
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 15, 2024 2:42:48 GMT -5
The lynx noticed the instant change in demeanor the moment he invited Maria inside. She really didn't want to be outside anyomre, did she?
An amused rumble flowed through him as the pup chased a twig wedged in her tail. Certainly a far cry from the whining and miserable wolf he walked with a moment ago. Her energy was certainly contagious, zoomies and fur flying all over the place. Javalle almost forgot the task at hand and longed to race in endless circles, but he shamed himself at the thought of participating in something so.. Uncouth of him. He needed to be the responsible chaperone. The feline spread the quilt as best as he could, a nest for him while Maria would sleep higher up on couch cushions. While he passed at the blanket again, Javalle wondered about ways he could get this life-sized puffball to settle down.
Do you need me to clean you up a little? He could at least remove the scraps of leaves and debris off her if she complied. Though, he suspected Maria would be too hyperactive to do so at the moment. Let's hope she doesn't keep them up all night.
(LOVE YOUR JUROMUGO CHARACTER AHHH!!! Shiruku is a wonderful addition to the mythical creatures gang! Also I think a couple more responses and we should be finished for this moon until morning, Blood. What do you think?)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 15, 2024 2:47:04 GMT -5
The human was cornered like a rabbit. Perfect.
The wolf took careful steps forward, not wanting to charge immediately and not wanting to tear at his wounds further. He emerged from the bushes with a low growl from his throat, creeping closer and closer. His pale blue eyes focused. A few more strides and he can charge. His nose wrinkled slightly at the human’s scent. Did he…? No. No distractions.
when he was within the perfect range, he charge with all his might. As fast as his injuries and weaken leg would allow. He was so close. He was—
No! Not her!
His body stopped to an sudden halt. He was just frozen there. The look in his eyes changed from animalistic to fearful for the second time that night, and he almost recoiled back. As if he was afraid of any sudden movements from the female human.
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 3:40:30 GMT -5
.’ -~ Adeline Nicholson ~- ‘. Adeline was about to to bolt for as long as she could, after the.. horrifically large wolf started stalking closer. A growl rising in its throat.. and she’d already dropped her bag, ready to make the run for her life- but.. she heard nothing. Her speed slowing before even really thinking about it, head whipping around in the tingle of fear up her spine… and.. The wolf.. stopped. Frozen, like she was moments ago.. and she slowed to a stop, looking at the almost.. icy eyes have a tinge of visible fear. Adeline doesn’t really know how to response to that, her first response to just. Well, keep running. But.. she stops, frozen like the wolf, staring at them. Adeline keeps her gaze in the wolf for a few moments, eyes flickering between the wolf and the sidewalk she’d nearly been bolting for her life on, which might still happen in a few moments. Adeline slowly.. inches backwards, not quite knowing what to do. Should she.. snatch her bag and leave? But they might provoke the wolf, and she’s heard they’re more afraid of humans than anything. Plus.. she just realized the wolf is bleeding- and her vision wavers red, for just a slight second, the blood glistening.. enticing - does it need help? Should she like.. call wild animal services or something? Adeline’s breathe is abated, watching. Confusion clear in her eyes, and body language. The wolfs eyes- his eyes -almost remind her of.. someone? |
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 3:44:16 GMT -5
(She looks amazing Blood! I’m excited to see this devious gal in action, she seems like she’ll be very interesting to see more of! I loved her personality, especially the manipulative nature. And the type of creature she is! Super duper excited to see that in action c:
Also! If anyone wants to have any sort of interaction with Callisto, after the full moon has passed, let me know! I’m throwing her at whoever. She is a banker, and keeps stock of the Primal Bloods finances, so a few characters might technically already ‘know’ of her, even if she’s not been played yet, if that makes sense.
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Post by Junospower on Jan 15, 2024 3:56:20 GMT -5
Moving on its own accord, the wolf’s body moved on its own. He adopted a submissive stance. A small whining sound escaped from him. He couldn’t tell who was more frightened, him or her. His mind and body were at war with each other the logical part of him wanted to stop whatever charade his body was pulling and just attack the damn two-legged prey already, but his body would comply, acting like a pitiful lost puppy.
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Post by soot on Jan 15, 2024 4:22:58 GMT -5
.’ - Adeline Nicholson - ‘. She hesitated heavily, and proceeded to let out a slightly confused sound at the wolf’s behavior. One moment he wanted to pounce her, the next… he seems scared, and she dare say submissive, sort of? Adeline takes in a cautious, slow breathe, and inches forward delicately, reaching down to take her bag, eyes rained widely on the wolf to watch for any sudden movement. She fumbles slightly, almost wincing when she gets a more clear look of the large creatures wounds. How tall is this thing? It was crouched and was already at her knees, full height.. it’s probably past her waist. Adeline slings her bag back over her shoulder, pausing as she stares, pondering, debating. Are you supposed to.. help wild animals? But isn’t there a whole rule, like do it once, and they’ll keep coming back. But it looks like he got in a fight, and realistically, she doesn’t know whether that makes her more scared. So, Adeline stares, pale nimble fingers twitching as she’s somewhat kneeled down from where she grabbed her bag. Shuffling her feet, she stays low, trying to come off as none threatening as possible. Should she.. feed him? Or.. something? |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 15, 2024 11:42:29 GMT -5
The lynx noticed the instant change in demeanor the moment he invited Maria inside. She really didn't want to be outside anyomre, did she? An amused rumble flowed through him as the pup chased a twig wedged in her tail. Certainly a far cry from the whining and miserable wolf he walked with a moment ago. Her energy was certainly contagious, zoomies and fur flying all over the place. Javalle almost forgot the task at hand and longed to race in endless circles, but he shamed himself at the thought of participating in something so.. Uncouth of him. He needed to be the responsible chaperone. The feline spread the quilt as best as he could, a nest for him while Maria would sleep higher up on couch cushions. While he passed at the blanket again, Javalle wondered about ways he could get this life-sized puffball to settle down. Do you need me to clean you up a little? He could at least remove the scraps of leaves and debris off her if she complied. Though, he suspected Maria would be too hyperactive to do so at the moment. Let's hope she doesn't keep them up all night. (LOVE YOUR JUROMUGO CHARACTER AHHH!!! Shiruku is a wonderful addition to the mythical creatures gang! Also I think a couple more responses and we should be finished for this moon until morning, Blood. What do you think?) Round and round Maria ran until finally she managed to grab the infernal twig with her jaw. With one quick pull she freed the piece of lumber from her tail. Throwing the stick to the side she started to happily wag her tail. Finally, that was really starting to get annoying and knotting her fur. Seriously trying to clean her tail was such a pain to do cause of how hard the fluffy rag was to get ahold of. Looking over at Javalle she tucked her tail away in embarrassment. Great if she didn't look like a fool before now then she definitely did now. Seriously she knew she was technically a puppy, but this was just ridicules. O-oh, sure. I wouldn't mind getting the rest of these leaves and stuff out of my fur. That is fine by me Lazzylake.) |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 15, 2024 15:40:24 GMT -5
Despite everything, Delvin and his packmates slowly managed to push the Crimson Bloods back. Many of his packmates were bruised and bloody but they still kept fighting. Delvin was thankful for the reinforcements who were fresh and ready to fight. After what seemed like forever, Lincoln who had a bloody ear and several bite marks called for a retreat. He turns his angry gaze to Delvin. "This isn't over! We will be back and this land will be ours!" With that, he and other members of his pack race off into the woods.
Delvin stands tall waiting until they were all gone before speaking. "Those who are injured, please return to the pack houses! If you are still able bodied, make sure those mongerals actually left our borders!" Delvin watched as others go on to either chase after the rogues or make their way pack to camp.
He takes a moment to close his eyes feeling the weight of battle wash over him. All he wanted to do was sleep but, he had to check on everyone. Slowly opening his eyes he begins to realize that not all of his packmates made it in the chaos. Those who were still around looked at him with sadness in their eyes. "Gather up the dead. We need to bring them back to honor and hold vigil for them."
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 16, 2024 0:45:31 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross-- "I have plenty to spare." Charlemagne had assured her, pale eyes briefly flicking upward. "The dosage would be adjusted to the degree of pain experienced and have a longer lasting effect than what you would find at the local pharmacy."
"Ah," He didn't pause but gave an acknowledging tilt of his head. "Yes, I had intended to exchange contact information with you after the fact. My business cards are in my glove compartment."
Tension steadily bleeds out from his shoulders at her easy response. Charlemagne hadn't exactly expected the deputy to decline, but he was equally prepared to simply part amicably if that were the case. He passes an ungloved hand over the silver at his temple with a sigh. "That is...much appreciated. Thank you Miss Levington." The eyes he had been starting to close slant open at her words, just in time to catch the pointed glance at his bloody leg. Ah, touché.
"That is true." His lips quirk with a wry smile, ever so briefly. "Very well then. Would you mind pulling this?" He places the bundled items on the ground and tilts it so that the wheels are level. "I will be carrying Bruno. The path is one I take every month; it will be significantly smoother." - Their journey is a shorter one spent primarily in silence that is haunted by the occasional distant sound of violent altercations. Charlemagne doesn't engage much with his canine side, but he can feel fine hairs standing on end and tension thrumming through his body. He doesn't mind the heightened senses tonight- they aren't overbearing when he's straining them to accurately pinpoint how far he is from danger. And how soon he can arrive to lessen it.
They are blessedly unassaulted by the time he reaches his truck, parked as far into the woods as he can get without impeding its ability to maneuver. Bruno is carefully deposited into the passenger seat before Charlemagne opens up the trunk to retrieve an IV and hook from a larger medical kit. The pouch of blood is suspended by the handle above the window, and he carefully arranges the tube so that the young shifter wouldn't become entangled during his slumber. He leaves his work phone on the driver's seat on the off chance that Bruno wakes and needs to call for help and withdraws a card from the neat stack nestled in his glove compartment. This done, he rolls the window down a few inches and carefully shuts the door. Charlemagne offers the card to the deputy with another weary smile. "Again, you have my gratitude. Please feel free to call with any questions or concerns regarding your recovery." That is assuming they both return alive, but he isn't going to dwell on that. His gaze drops to his triage kit and he notices that they're both barefoot. Strange how it never occurred to him then- but his leg had been going numb for some time... "Ah, I can remedy that, at least."
He retrieves two pairs of comfortable sandals from the neatly organized confines of his trunk. While he's there, he also pulls out a nondescript green box with a padlock from where it had been partially hidden and switches it out for the basket secured to his medical kit. Charlemagne then turns to offer the deputy a small packet of greenish pills. "This is the analgesic that I prescribe to those who have undergone a procedure in the field. It is more herbally based and curated specifically for shifters. Your instructions are on the back."
Charlemagne's gaze trails to the passenger side of his car before he turns resolutely toward the forest once more, reaching for the handle of his triage kit. "How far are you parked? Perhaps I can walk with you part of the way."
He doesn't like the thought of sending an injured person into a hostile environment alone, but he cannot insist she stay with Bruno either. His authority as a doctor likely only goes so far...his responsibility takes him further. Charlemagne's heart aches at the very thought of leaving his vulnerable son alone and there's an almost physical pull urging him to simply get into his car and drive Bruno to an actual hospital- but he cannot in good conscience leave anyone else to suffer in his son's place if he can help it. He must have faith in both Bruno's healing factor and his own skill as a doctor. With the rogues targeting individuals, it would be unlikely that they'd circle back to attack an out of the way vehicle. Or so he tells himself.
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 16, 2024 0:55:14 GMT -5
[ This was rushed so it's kinda bleh ^^"
I was thinking it'd take place before the end of the fight and my next post would be kind of a timeskip for after it?
Ooh, nice! Another addition to the mythical creatures haunting Griffindale haha ✨️
Thanks Soot! I always enjoy your posts no matter the length~
lol It's Sky and he has to deal with it!
No, that's fine! I was going to apologize for the same thing! xD
Charlie is already kind of aloof but he's doubly so in dire situations. I purposefully didn't include certain insights because he's only focusing on what he sees as important. But yes, having his son passed out in the corner also doesn't help matters lol ]
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 16, 2024 1:37:39 GMT -5
Glancing back from his makeshift den, Javalle turned to see Maria gleefully chasing after the twig once more and ceremoniously catching it, pridefully holding it like a rabbit she caught single pawed. They hardly noticed Maria's shrunken stature as she gave permission, and Javalle responded with notes of laughter ringing in his tone. Alright, keep still and I'll help you out.
The feline took a couple paces until he hunkered down by the wolf and nosed his way through the pup's clogged fur, which was softer then he anticipated. He expected there to be a coarser layer of hairs to rummage through, but since Maria was young and still growing, Javalle guessed she hadn't developed her thick overcoat yet. He brushed over each section of her pelt with precision, carefully removing any twigs and pebbles and spitting them aside. The tail, back, and neck were covered; the smaller shifter refused to tackle Maria's legs and paws. Any involuntary movement from the pup while cleaning would knock him out for sure. He double-checked through by draping his tongue over any spots he could've missed, akin to a mother cat tidying up their kitten.
It was in that moment Javalle felt the first stirrings of an... Odd companionship between him and the wolf. He felt awkward to admit it, but full moons were a lonely time for him. Wolves had the security of being in a pack, relying on one another for any favors they needed, whereas lynxes and most felines found comfort in solidarity. But solidarity wasn't exactly what Javalle yearned for, despite his reclusive nature. Occasionally, Javalle felt just as lost and culture shocked as he had been when he first moved to Griffindale, whether it be chatting with clients at the library or even other shifters. Fate had brought this pup here for a reason, and maybe that reason could be finding a resonance in bringing her to the pack...
A swath of stray hairs and dust floated up and tickled Javalle's nose, causing him to instinctively turn away from Maria and sneeze, diverting him from his thoughts all together. I think that should be good for now. he finally projected with a sniffle. Oh, and before I forget. Wake me up when you're ready to change back in the morning. I'll show you where the bathroom is, and you're free to take a shower once you're done.
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 16, 2024 2:00:51 GMT -5
(Was not expecting this to be as long as I made it but we love to see it! I might have unintentionally worded things a bit awkwardly here but my main intention was trying to build sort of a responsible big-brother dynamic from Javalle.
Also I've been meaning to say this for a while but I think Dammion and Charlemagne are going to have some really interesting parallels, Hush! I really need to do some more research on what sorts of "remedies" he would use for keeping shifters under his control, but he does dabble in holistic medicine as well. I need to sit down and read some of these longer posts soon so I can gather more context- I only skimmed through a couple of things so I have a basic understanding of where the story's going.)
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Post by soot on Jan 16, 2024 2:34:57 GMT -5
.’ - Nola Levington - ‘. Nola looked slightly curious, and somewhat relieved. Just because she’s a shifter, doesn’t mean her pain is lessened compared to a human in any degree. She’s also glad she isn’t taking anything of what already may be in low supply for those who may need it more, say.. a teenager passed out a few measly feet away. Nola had shifted slightly the she was sitting slightly, careful of working hands as she adjusted her position, listening to his response to her question intently. Her head is tilted up, Nola pausing at the mention of his.. business card? Then she remembers he is, in fact, a doctor.. and doctors generally have business cards. For zero reason, the idea of having a card with ones number on it, even if it’s a work number, so confidently ready to be displayed, always amused her. It makes complete sense, but.. it still almost gets a somewhat inappropriately timed quirk of her lips. “Oh- that’ll work fine, then.” Nola replies. Nola stood patiently, taking slight note of his slightly relieved shoulders dropping just the tiniest bit. She has to resist fiddling with the thermos in her hands as Cross responds. Nola gives him her usual, slight but somewhat genuine smile at his thanks, once more, and a quirk of amusement at his words following. Nola’s gaze lands on the bundled items, with wheels on the ground. “I would mind at all. I did offer.” She replies, nodding at his word about carrying his son. Nola easily takes the wheel place items in hand, holding the thermos carefully placed under her injured arms elbow. Nola looks down to the handle held in her hand, “Handy little thing.” She mutters quietly, before keeping a careful eye on the doctor as he picks Bruno up, and their on their way on his suggested path. — The journey there is, thankfully, uneventful. Quiet, as Nola, and likely Cross aswell, are focused on the sounds of fighting in the distance of the Primal Bloods property. And, alongside that, making sure no.. harm intent creatures are too near by as to not deem their path unsafe. Nola also keeps her focus on her control, her bare feet on the ground, and the scent of the doctors shifted son helping to ease the urge to run, and protect the pack she’s allied with, the young. With a slight cringe, she certainly hopes the young she-wolf is holding against that bear-shifter. Nola’s never been a fan of leading positions for the exact reason of ordering others to their possible severe injury. She also sends a slightly curious glance to the small thermos she was given. Maneuvering carefully, and non interrupting, Nola manages to slide back the top. Lifting it up, she takes a small, cautious, but more so curious whiff of the drinks scent. Odd.. but not particularly bad. Nola takes a decently sized sip, letting the.. odd taste swish around in her mouth before swallowing. She has the lid back on once she spots what is safe to assume, to be Cross’ truck. Nola watches as he.. oh, an IV? He’s certainly a fully prepared man. She gives him a respecting look as he goes about setting his son up, carefully arranging the tubing and all. And once the card is offered to her, and once more thanks given, she gives him a nod, and an appraising glance to Bruno. She resists a sigh at his thanks though, giving him a slightly squinted look. “And you, again, have mine. Thank you. And I’ll make sure to call if anything of concern arises.” Nola responds, setting the handle back into place, and letting the bundle she’d dragged stand by itself. Nola gives a mild hum when he walks over to get.. two pairs of sandals. He is very prepared, isn’t he? She drags the case over to where he is, standing the case back up, taking the sandals.. and the bottle. Oh, she’d nearly forgotten that. She turns it over with an inspecting eye, reading the instructions lightly before moving to put the, into the pocket of the borrowed trousers. “I don’t think I’ve has these ones before.” Nola says with a quieter tone , a bit of a curiosity behind her words before she pauses, and looks down, carefully setting the sandals down, and sliding her feet into them. Perhaps a type he’s tinkered with himself? Or a shifter curated pain relief she’s simply never used before. Either are likely, and neither surprising. Nola drags her hair out of the way as she looks back up to Cross, eyes slightly wide at his question. Maybe a hair cut should happen soon, it’s reaching near past her shoulder blades now. “Oh. Ah.. by now?” She trails off, glancing to the tree packed path they’d come from. It had been a bit of a walk at the clearing they’d all got patched up in.. but now? Looking back over, and a reminded glance at his leg, she thinks of likely a smoother idea. With multiple, rogue shifters on the loose, looking to maim anyone not in their pack.. well. She gives him the slightest of a resigned, but not just happy, look, glancing directly to his eyes before making her suggesting out loud. “It’s.. quite far from here now, I don’t think walking even half would be- well, good for your leg.” Nola starts, fingers already fidgeting the smallest of urges to pick at the shirts hem. Which she does not do, well, not that Nola is particularly noticing of anyhow. She thinks to the forest, and her already injured arm. Shifting could ruin the stitches the doctor had given her… and she might not be able to quite hold her own against multiple shifters who might be able to pounce her. She gives his truck a slightly pursed lipped look. “It- might be best if I went with you? If you’re willing, of course. I just don’t think going in a forest full of rogue shifters is a good idea for… any of us.” She says, glancing towards the passenger side of his truck, where his son is. She’s sure he hesitated to even offer, if it meant leaving his son here. |
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Post by soot on Jan 16, 2024 2:39:56 GMT -5
(Again, looks good to me!
And that sounds good to me, Hush ^^
Maybe next time, buddy, next time.
And you’re all good, I feel like I should apologize again though, Pffft-
And I’ve gotcha! Nola’s a little more calm now, she can generally be the almost ‘too calm’ calm, but she’s still on high alert. Sorry if she seems a little out of character in this one as well, I don’t know why, she seems a little off to me for some reason ^^’)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 16, 2024 3:06:06 GMT -5
.’ - Adeline Nicholson - ‘. She hesitated heavily, and proceeded to let out a slightly confused sound at the wolf’s behavior. One moment he wanted to pounce her, the next… he seems scared, and she dare say submissive, sort of? Adeline takes in a cautious, slow breathe, and inches forward delicately, reaching down to take her bag, eyes rained widely on the wolf to watch for any sudden movement. She fumbles slightly, almost wincing when she gets a more clear look of the large creatures wounds. How tall is this thing? It was crouched and was already at her knees, full height.. it’s probably past her waist. Adeline slings her bag back over her shoulder, pausing as she stares, pondering, debating. Are you supposed to.. help wild animals? But isn’t there a whole rule, like do it once, and they’ll keep coming back. But it looks like he got in a fight, and realistically, she doesn’t know whether that makes her more scared. So, Adeline stares, pale nimble fingers twitching as she’s somewhat kneeled down from where she grabbed her bag. Shuffling her feet, she stays low, trying to come off as none threatening as possible. Should she.. feed him? Or.. something? The wolf took careful steps closer to the human before laying down in front of her. For whatever reason, he was compelled to be as no threatening as possible. The drive to hunt, the desire to kill was fading fast from him. It was almost as if he was tamed. He reached forward to sniff the human. I know her. He could almost feel how scared she was, looking at him with terrified, yet unsure eyes. The wolf sat down before lowering his body even further. He let out another whine. Adeline? |
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