A speckled child is hardly even half listening to the tones of a father as attentions so clearly drift elsewhere, anywhere but what was spoken. Thoughts drowning out what the tawny wolf had to say to both her and the other who walked at their side. No doubt a form of scolding to the nature of the young girl, even as the phrases leaving the male where nothing near the sort. But whatever the subject matter the young wolf could not find it in herself to hold interest in it. An ear turning only as a voice is abruptly cut off. Had he asked a question of her? Or was he simply done talking?
No matter she was sure she could come up with a subtle answer. With a huff blowing from her muzzle a piercing gaze is spun toward the man as an accusing tongue was about to be set free. Though before any words can snap from her jaws a breath is seemingly ripped from her lungs. The girl’s features locking up as a mouth slowly shuts and eyes pull forcefully open from their current aggressive state. A world and those known to her suddenly yanked away as a celestial forest unknown to her takes the place of all that once rested before her paws. Whatever this forest was there was a certain beauty about it, the very vision of the place drawing her in.
But it is so quickly snuffed out as a sickening sludge seeps from within the heart of the land. Purity sucked away as soon as the tendrils of this shadowy death lay its touch upon the land. Swallowing away the light to replace and bathe the land in shadow before four twisted figures made themselves known. Each different in their own ways but holding the same sense of power with one holding it over them all. The imposing figure of the one known as Mirrorion, a false god she had heard spoken of by her father and those who passed them by. Though she for one was not certain. What if he truly was a god? Who were they to say that this foreign beast was not what he claimed to be.
Though it was never something vocally questioned. Kept to herself as she simply absorbed what was heard in the stories of what each had done, spreading their disease to the land and the wolves who got too near. That was at least one thing which made her wary of the so called false one and his plagues, steering clear of them all to avoid the risk of sickness even as she wished to seek them out if only to ask questions that burned in her mind over them. A voice failing to find her as she tries to call out to them, instead a vision holding her firmly in its grasps directing her view to the way a god was consumed by the very shadows which spread through the forests while those at his call held a shimmering light upon their hides.
Yet it is a vision pulled away as soon as it had seemingly come. No words able to find her tongue before the tainted forest disappears and her gaze of the previous landscape is returned. Her eyes upon a father who raises a paw to rub at his muzzle. A snort pulling from her own as she gives a shake of her head. Whatever that was it was certainly interesting. Pointed ears swiveled as the voice of the male rose up before her own tones, “Why?” Why did they have to go? And while she had no plans to chase after whatever those strangers threatened, a mind was changed as a father bolted away as she had down to him so many times before.
“Where do you think you’re going dad?” Her voice shouted after him with little success as his pace refused to slow. A snarl rose into her throat as limbs stretched out to carry the girl after him. He wasn’t going to get away without answering her even if she had to run to the ends of the earth. A grip of a shadow is tightened around the speckled wolf as orange capped paws thundered over the ground. Breath forcing its way from her lungs as she unknowingly made her way to the place of the vision, the Immortal Forest. Trixie’s pace slowing only after she has found the side of her father once more. A glare shot his way as she stood at his side attempting to catch the breath lost to her.
He did not want to travel too far from Lucine, not when she was as far along in her pregnancy as she was. Though she hadn't been showing too many complications thus far, he did not want to take any chances by venturing too far. Still, he worried over what the future might hold. The life of a loner was hard for any single wolf but for a family? He was not sure how their children would handle growing up without the safety of a pack to protect them. Would he be able to do it alone? He would certainly try his best. The thought of trying to convince Lucine to join any of the packs in this land seemed near impossible. It kept him up more often than not worrying about it.
The snippet of the vision that was sent through the land was not one he was expecting. His muscles tensed as soon as it came and he shifted his weight warily. He had heard the fearful whispers about a false god but knew little more than the rumors. Was this something that had to do with that. He felt suddenly restless and a huff of hot air left him as he paced just a bit, frost coating the ground where his paws touched out of frustration. He had yet to have any problems arrive because of this so called god. But what happened if no one answered to this vision? What happened if nothing was done at all?
After several more frustrating moments he finally made up his mind. He checked on Lucine one more time before moving away quickly. He did not know the lay of the land very well but he managed to make his way easily enough, as if some instinct was guiding him. He wasn't too surprised to find several wolves already gathered when he approached. If anything he was rather relieved. A quick glance around reassured him though he frowned a bit at the presence of a child here, his child unknown to him. Had he known he might have reacted differently but, seeing that there were those who were already near to her, he forced his attention elsewhere, feeling on edge of what was to come.
05-09-2017, 04:32 AM (This post was last modified: 05-09-2017, 04:36 AM by Lilith.)
The vision came to her not too long after Dros and the others' disappearance. In it, Lilith saw Mirrorion standing in a place that she'd only ever heard stories of; a forest that had once belonged to the gods. Surrounding him were his Plagues, though she didn't recognize the small brown one or the one whose face was covered in scars. It was the sight of the third—of the woman with the jade green eyes—that twisted her stomach and made her blood boil with rage. That was the one who'd killed Thion; the one who'd strung him up in the trees and left him there, so that all of Atrox could see what she had done. She wasn't smiling, now, but Lilith could still imagine that same, hateful look on her face, and it was enough to make her want to scream.
When it was over and all four of them had vanished, the girl found herself staring at the ground, feeling more than a little confused. Nothing had really happened, and yet she couldn't help but feel as though someone had tried to tell her something. Was she supposed to go to that forest? And if she did, would Mirrorion and his Plagues be there, waiting for her...?
She considered it, then decided to find out, walking until she felt the need to run. If what she'd seen was true, then this would be her chance to avenge Thion. That wretched woman would bleed for what she'd done, and if Lilith couldn't kill her, she would at least make sure that she was there to see her die. And Mirrorion... it was because of him that her home was gone; it was because of him that her friends had been taken from her; it was because of him that she was all alone, now, in a world that seemed to want her to suffer. She would make him feel all the pain that she'd felt.
Lilith arrived some time later, anxious and out of breath, and was shocked to see that there were so many other wolves around. Had they all had the same vision?
"Hey," she said, and then she rose her voice, wanting to be heard above the idle chatter. "Hey! What's going on? Mirrorion's supposed to be here, isn't he?"
There was no immediate response, so she slipped into the crowd, wanting to at least find someone that she knew—someone from Noresmir who had managed to slip out from under Mirrorion's nose and escape the destruction. But it seemed as though she was surrounded by strangers, most of whom towered over her. It was disheartening, if nothing else, and the longer she looked at their unfamiliar faces, the more alone she began to feel. Then she saw Namasté and Hiell. Both women looked more than ready to confront the False God, and Lilith didn't hesitate to head over to them. "Hiell! Namasté!" she called, "did you see it, too? It was like a dream but it wasn't, and... and..."
She stopped when she noticed the other Atroxians, leaving a few feet between herself and the women. It was the first that she'd seen of them, and she couldn't help but stare, her eyes widening in awe. They were an odd-looking bunch, but she could tell how strong each and every one of them was, and tried to mimic that strength when she spoke, again, pushing aside her worries and fears for as long as she could.
His mind churned, restless and full of agonizing vengence. A hoarfrost consumed his heart, nitrious rage freezing the solar warmth typically bound to his cells. An anger he attempted to smother, but could not. An anger that revived ancient rage, now bitter and toxic from its entrapment deep within his soul. Recovery from his battle, a miserable and strenuous event. A month it took before he felt confident and restored. Yet his heart remained broken. His anger remained unsatiated. His daughter was still dead. He was still the one that took her life.
The vision came in hailstorms of fire and blood. At first, a path felt on his paws, full of grasses and sweet scented mosses. Magick upon his flesh, tying to his memories of the immortal forest. Upon this acknowledgement a veil parted, and to the blind wolf was revealed a splended forest of silver, a pool of crystal, and the sliver of moonlight. Around him, the wolves of Victus. His lips twtiched, bitter hurt revived. Petty wolf. Do not impose upon this. Came his internal chastisment, silencing his thoughts as the vision unfolded in a flourish. The blaspheming god made entrance, laughing fire and spitting curses in his daughter's name. Jackal jerked from the unconscious with a howl of battle.
He met only summer night and the stare of his Soul Shadow, searing his flesh with intense scrupulation. Enjoying the sights, Brother? taunting tones curled into his mind like cold wind. Jackal snarled to the skies, enjoying the feel of fangs exposed to air. With an aggressive shake, the Acerbus stood, captured his Lantern in his jaws, and turned his nose south-east.
We have company to find. Stoic snarl tore from his throat, bass ragged from disuse.
He was overwhelmed by the mingle of their sounds and scents. On the outskirts of their gathering did he linger, shrouded in shadow, simmering in silent discontent. Alphas, packs, elders and youth, all called to this spacious source. A birth place for much of their collective histories. He could discern all their scents, though knew only the names to half that trembled in the same anticipation that held him hostage to his circular pacing. Only his Lantern was seen bobbing in and out of black, through shadowed shrub and tree limb as he walked the paremteter of all wolves gathered. Imbedding their scents to memory, the sounds of their voices, the sensation of their auras. He could find Atrox, Carus, Simul, the strange void of Ferus, the tang of Exilium, the flavours of the wanderers such as he, and the singing magick of his equals and former dieties alike.
He held no desire to speak to any. Only wished to know them before the chaos of battle stole his senses. The bredth of his animosty was for Mirrorion alone; he wished not to wound those that would be potential aid to the destruction of this desecrating deity. He focused only on the invigoration of his pulsating ardor, and the metallic handle of his Lantern. Touched upon the resources of his magick, reassuring himself in the returned strength of his skill. Even amongst them, you are utterly alone. The Raven's joyful observation stole the heat from his soul.
He spoke to Me in MADNESS
And I understood His REASON.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness: that is miserable." -- J. Milton
There was almost nothing about this day so far that could distinguish it from any other. Life with Noah and Trixie so far had been interesting, even just for the energy the other young lady in their small makeshift pack had in any situation. Not that she didn’t appreciate Andricks’ company, perhaps the problem with their connection at times was how careful the old bird was, too weary of the world to want to approach without hesitation; they were too alike. The travelling pair however provided some incentive to make this situation vary.
Still, beside a clearer sense of optimism she found with her friends she was no fool to not understand that with the times it was growing to be more dangerous upon the land; with Mirrorion and his henchmen. Their group had just been cautious enough to keep a distance from the chaos that Mirrorion caused in his wake. Heads pulled down, tails under. Spectators at best - if anything. Though nothing really, in this battle or fight. There however was something inescapable, horrid and inevitable when the universal flash of light spoke into her mind. Horrible in that in this vision of the four wolves, taking their places and enacting their ritual the hiding game seemed relevant no more- not as the forest maiden saw the end of times.
While, although unbeknownst to her, the other two of the wolf trio had their jaws clenched shut her own lay at a gap, open. The coldest breathe that almost tinted the air white escaping from previously still frozen lungs fell from black velvet lips. Staring ahead, her gaze fell unknowingly into the ground, as her lungs heaved to catch up with the minutes they had been unfairly silenced and a cold hand gripped upon her heart. She heard another’s voice mutter something, although inaudible to her. ’Go.’ Just as her sight appeared to be whilst her mind reeled, trying to recompose her perception of current realities of which was just for a moment stolen from her.
’Go? Go where?’ she almost wanted to say, but dishevelled, she believed for some reason that they would not hear her.
But her mind re-patched the words again quickly - cutting through her often wayward thoughts, as reality again came back (almost) crystal clear. She began running, the last to start, and although Andricks began just after her his wings easily carried him ahead of her. Paws fell hard against the earth like thunder claps. Part of the woman wanted to stall, she had heard talk of what the false god was capable of and it was not impossible to her that this may be some big trap. The dread in her wanted to think that even though the nightmarish vision may be true that it would such a wolf as her do anything to prevent it? It was the sense of duty however, deep within her, that would have pulled the maiden the minute after confusion and doubt passed past her thoughts. That she was no one that was special enough to sit out on this war, that would determine the fates of all. That she would sit out whilst so many others risked their lives. It was unthinkable.
And with a servant’s heart she came to finally serve in the matter that she had hid away from like a ghost. The sound and smell of other wolves around the area unifying in one area all the more distance that she covered, till at last she was at one with the clearing. Looking around curiously at the wolves like a stranger, as if she had not been listening in on their voices all this time. Without saying anything the reason they were all here seemed clear, but strangely the lack of presence of the false god was what pulled at the fur at the back of her neck. As if the anticipation was worst.
Although she did not mean to say it, it split out from her velvet lips anyway.
“A trap.” Half statement, half question, with a voice toned that poured down into a whisper.
It wasn’t clear...but they'd all know soon enough.
When she slept her dreams were full of darkness and uncertainty, visions of Mirrorion, shrouded in darkness, and his plagues bathed in a red light that made it look like they were covered in blood. When she woke her heart was racing and for a moment she was unsure. It was like no dream she had had before, it hadn't felt like a normal dream; too sharp, too clear. So then had it been a vision? What was it telling her?
A large paw rested on her chest, covering Cinerus' tear that was kept safe in a pouch, tied to a loop around her neck. In the end the warrior came to one conclusion: what she had seen was a sign to end this once and for all, and now was her time to do what she had promised her God - to help finish it. Finish him. It didn't take her long to shake the sleep from her body and exit the den, her thick body vibrating with excitement and trepidation. If this really was it, then she would need to give it her all. If a battle were to commence she would need to be ready and steel herself to the truth that wolves died in battles like this, had died for less. Stretching her long legs out and shaking out her thick fur, Isolde headed towards the Immortal Forest.
By the time she arrived there were already a great many wolves present but no Mirrorion. Her pale eyes were sharp and alert as she carefully picked her way through the throng of canines, her heart falling when the familiar scent of Simul did not seem to be present among the masses. When she spotted Bahamut and another one of Simul's soliders - she couldn't remember her name - her anxiety lifted a little. Perhaps the others of Simul were present but hidden within the crowd.
As she approached she nodded her head to the other female and then bowed her head to her Alpha. "Bahamut." Her voice was low and rumbled as she went to stand the other side of him. Cinerus' tear was warm against her black chest. "It's time to finish this."
05-14-2017, 10:35 AM (This post was last modified: 05-14-2017, 01:18 PM by Shenji Cinãed.)
Shenji did not generally need to sleep. Creatures in Ethereal forms do not feel that need for slumber that a physical body would have. So when the Dream came, it came as a Vision which warped his view into that of a nightmare.
It was during his Daily Nighttime Border Patrols when the Vision came in the form of a tall, black, and battered tree. The sight of it amongst the lush and green flora around it caught Shenji's attention. "What happened to the willow tree?" He asked himself, but received no answer. Terrible foreboding surrounded it, but Shenji wasn't someone to shy away from danger. If this poses a threat to his home, he has to find out and then report back to Alpha Sybil. While the skies darkened overhead, Shenji approached cautiously. He catched a whiff of the bark, and it smelled of ashes and moist air, the kind of air you smell after a thunderstorm.
Before he could take one more step forward, black plants sprouted from the ground without warning. Instinctively, Shenji jumped away and watched it grow into juvenile trees. He yelled, "what the fuck?!" This puzzled the fuck out of Shenji, but he was more curious than confused. He approached the new, still-growing trees for examination, but suddenly thousands of tall, black and battered trees burst forth from the ground. Once again, Shenji jumped out of the way in time, but this time he saw the landscape covered with tall, black, and battered trees reaching out for the skies. Its branches stretched far and wide, until there was no more gaps for the light from the sky to peak through.
At this point, Shenji could no longer recognize his territory. He was on an old battle field full of craters from old explosions and rune traps of all kind, but behind him was Mirrorion himself...
To say "Shenji was scared" would be an understatement. He was terrified. Every inch of his natural instinct told him that this man was dangerous, but Shenji couldn't move. He didn't know why, but he couldn't move away. He was frozen in fear while Mirrorion sent his plagues to attack and maim their world. Golden and illuminated were his henchmen as he sat back in the shadows, satisfaction plastered across his face. One if his plagues he recognised..
Then, suddenly, Shenji woke up.
He found himself gasping for breath, looking around him for Mirrorion. When did he fell asleep? Beside him, the willow tree was back where it belonged and still in full bloom. Was it all just a dream? Shenji couldn't tell. He rarely ever had dreams, and this sounded more like a nightmare. Perhaps it was best to run back. At the caves, he called out "Alpha Sybil?" No answer, so he went deeper into the crypts. "Alpha sybil?" Shenji couldn't shout more than he was a allowed to. It would cause a collapse within the tunnel system. His ghostly body would bypass the boulders, but the puppies here wouldn't.
He searched through each branch of the tunnel system, but no one was there except for the puppies sleeping soundly. Alpha sybil was no where to be found; Morowen had left earlier that night; and Apos was missing. The only person he suspected to be here the most was Seree, and she wasn't here!
Shenji growled and stumped his feet frustratedly. Where was everyone? Shouldn't they all be asleep at this time? He tried to sniff the air for any clues. The abrupt stop of the Ring Master's fresh scent amongst the puppies indicated teleportation, and the scent of the Master and High Master were old.
The scent of Seree, the witch Doctor, was the only fresh one. Quickly, Shenji dashed off in search of her. It did not bode well with Shenji that there were no one at home to protect the puppies. The barrier wasn't all that protective either.
[SKIP FROM DREAM SEQUENCE TO HERE]
Shenji ran and followed, stopping every so often to stay in track. Through a desert of red sand, he found himself back in his dream. However, it was reality. The Immortal Forest.
Shenji lost Seree from this mass gathering of wolves. He pushed through the crowd, staring at their battle-hard expressions and at the wounds of tall, black trees. He listened to the whispers of the evergrowing crowd. "—we could bind Mirrorion and his plagues to one central location; and limit their offensive.—" Mirrorion?"I don't think we'll be getting any more chances,"What? “We stand beside you, Queen Sybil.” That last one caught Shenji's full attention. It was Seree's voice. Immediately, he looked around the crowd and found Seree and his Alphess alongside lux wolves of... immense power. He didn't care about the strong carus wolves, but there was something attractive and familiar about the red-eyed one. His scent was similar to Sybil's pups and to the Carus alpha.
At this point, he has heard enough to figure out that they were all here because of the same Vision. So when he followed behind Seree to his Alpha, he couldn't hold back his tongue. "Thanks a LOT for leaving your god damn pack behind, Alphess Sybil, I'm sure you don't need any of our fucking help. It's not like it was all that hard to get here." The sarcasm was strong in Shenji's tone of voice. The two exchanged more words before Shenji sat back with his pack mates as they wait for Mirrorion to come through the portal.
The wolves waited for a long time, the crowd growing ever more larger. Shenji's patience was growing thin.
The wolves from Atrox also appeared here, the allies of Exilium. Shenji watched them exchanged words with others before he directly his attention to the Portal.
More loners and pack wolves came, but oddly enough, he was the only spirit here.
Suddenly, his irritation became ten times worse. "Oh my fuck!" He yelled, tired of all this waiting! "Where the fuck is that bastard?!" Then, foolishly, he called out. "OY MIRRORION, YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! WHERE ARE ALL YER FUCKING BITCHES AND YOUR COWARDLY ASS?"
@Seree Quyi and @Sybil Craven
OOC: oh my fuck, someone fucking hit his head for me please! XDDD
She had come to roost in the trees, unknowing of where to go. Without her beloved brother to keep her company, her thoughts had grown fond for company, and she had found her heart aching with every lonesome step she walked. She could feel the emptiness of the world around her weighing upon her shoulders like iron chains.
Finding herself unable to fly for her heavy heart, she had scaled the trees as best as she was able, still finding comfort in being high above the ground despite her lack of desire to fly. The end result had been a slightly strained shoulder and several splinters from the tree bark that had to be pulled from her flesh, but she was doing relatively alright.
She had laid her head down, pretending the last glimmering streak of a tear that dripped from her fur had never happened, pretending she was never lonely.
(It hurt so much, to know that she was forbidden to stay with her family, that so many would frown upon her calling Dreki ‘brother’, simply because they were of different races. Neither of them had even realized they were of different kinds of wolf before coming here, the faces of themselves and each other the only ones they knew, they had always thought themselves siblings by blood. Only to find that wasn’t true.)
She had fallen into repose, finding herself caught by visions of something before her, of great men and women who stood in light and shadows with power writhing about their forms. Destruction surrounded the area. It was nothing more than a vision of death, and as her gaze looked right into that of the man who stood in shadows, she felt as though he were staring straight into her heart. At the same time, she felt as though she were not just herself any longer, but stood in the same place as millions upon millions of others. She looked to her paws and it almost looked as though they were flickering between the shapes of those of other wolves, some more clear than others.
It had not given her any comfort from the gaze of the one in shadows.
She had woken with a start, paw flying to her chest as she willed her heart to still. She had no rhyme or reason as to why, but the very sight of these wolves had instilled within her such fear as to cause her to awake with sweat trickling down her spine.
Frightened eyes skimmed the world around her, seeing and hearing nothing. She was not quite at the location shown to her in the dream, for some inherent force whispered the way she must go to heed the call. But what was the call for? There was no way to know, finding herself fighting back the vile taste of terror that tried to wind its way up her throat.
It was not like her to be so fearful, but something deep within her whispered that those men and women that she had seen were real, and more than that, dangerous, very much so.
The distant tremors of magic reached her form amidst the canopy, not too far away, she could feel the touch of those who had come to the location shown before her, heeding the unknown summons. It did not sit well with her, the way all these wolves seemed to know so intrinsically as to what that vision had shown, or had been so overcome with curiosity that they had forgone the terror the vision instilled to instead come to investigate.
Wings shifted against her back as her toes picked at the bark with nerves brought on by the aftermath of the night terror.
Could they not sense the same fear the vision held as she had? Or were they still coming despite all of that?
Why did they not run?
She knew nothing of what had been occurring with these people, having stayed well out of their way since discovering how intolerant they were of her family and herself. Her brother had claimed he was going to join a pack, and she had intended to do the same, but…
A thought caused her ears to perk up. Perhaps… should his pack have heeded the summons, she would find her brother here?
Hope flickered faintly in her breast, and it was that thought alone that bid the woman to take to her wings, gliding over the canopy for but a few minutes before being nearly assaulted by the wave of magic that almost knocked her off course.
She stumbled to an unsteady landing near a burly, black man, shorter than she. She was too dazed from the sudden assault of such powerful wolves, her own magic weak in comparison. So much power in one spot was dizzying for her, unused to such things. She tried to focus her gaze as she took in the sound of chattering voices, all of them serious and with hidden aggression in the air. She couldn't make sense of the words, couldn't make sense of anything. It was all just one blur, all smashed together to create the sound of chaos.
Voices, so many voices.
She looked to the powerful man she had landed near, confusion etched upon her face as she tried to not collapse from the sheer overwhelming nature of it all. He seemed to radiate power, and she had turned to him for guidance on mere instinct. She was so new to these lands, so uncertain of the state of the world.
What in the name of all the Gods was happening here?
OOC: She landed near Asmodeus and will 100% follow him back to Carus like a lost pup after the battle.
05-18-2017, 12:06 AM (This post was last modified: 05-19-2017, 11:45 AM by TEMPEST.)
As the wolves have gathered from the vision, bringing with them the tears of the gods into such proximity, they have pulled away from their individual hosts. The three glowing orbs of light converge into the center of the gathering, twisting and spinning, a soft ethereal war drum their only sound. Within minutes, the singular orb flies quickly above those gathered around. It bursts into glowing stardust, landing on every wolf that has gathered. A last resort blessing from their fallen old gods. The wolves have been blessed with immeasurable strength and power, far exceeding what many of them have ever known or will know again. It is a temporary gift that must be given back. Every wolf that has heard and answered the call has been blessed to fight.
M i r r o r i o n
He’d watched the panic, the fear, the delicious chaos that slipped through the world by his bidding day after day. The constant presence of the plagues wreaking their havoc. It thrilled him, enticed him to reach his grip further and further until he could raze this land to smoldering ash. It had been too long since he’d settled upon this new world. The urge to send them suffering to the grave was growing more and more persistent. There was such pleasure to be found amongst their fervent prayers to the dead gods, in their vain attempts to thwart his slow endless taking of their land. The slow pace he’d taken to bring them each quivering to their knees and begging for the violent end he’d finally deliver. It sent chills down his spine at the thought.
This night felt different though, the first in so many nights that told him something in the air had changed. He could taste the tang of magic in the air, powerful and ancient. It did not belong to him or that of the plagues nor that of any true mortal born wolf. It was far older than his own, older than many of the worlds he’d laid waste to. Moving as smoke and shadows he roved over the lands of Victus, seeking this strange source that seemed to dampen his power. Instead, he watched as the wolves moved in vast numbers towards the Immortal Forest where his blasphemous throne had been set upon. He realized quickly there were too many to be a single group. They were many and all kinds. And they’d come together as one, gathered in the destroyed home of the old gods. He watched as orbs of light left three of them, spun together and sang and ancient song he knew too well. They formed into one great orb, darted towards his invisible perch in the sky, and seemed to mock him with its power, pressing in on him with incredible strength.
He reached for it in vain, eager to take it, to trap it before it could race back to the ground. But it broke apart at his touch, crumbling and burning through his power. Instead it fell and coated each of those worthless beings below in a halo of pure white light before dissipating slowly into its new host. He could feel the shift in them though, blessed by their old gods in some way. The power radiating from each of them grew. ”No…” He breathed, realizing their intentions. Blinding rage seared like fire through his veins, a vicious snarl like thunder splitting open the sky as he reached out for the plagues and threw them to the ground. "You three will end this. End it now.” He roared the command, circling above invisible to all eyes but those of the plagues.
The plagues fell among the mortals, circled together, backs to one another and ready to pounce.
05-19-2017, 02:09 AM (This post was last modified: 05-19-2017, 02:13 AM by Nocturne.)
As he stood there with only Auvumay for company at first, watching with his surroundings with his magic, another presence presented itself to him. A man of amethyst feathers appeared, and a very transparent, vague familiarity followed him, as though some part of Nocturne that had been buried long ago recognized the man from somewhere far away. However, he knew nothing of this man, only the feeling, and so turned his attention to the next presence that appeared in his field of magic. Nocturne was greatly impressed when the all-too-familiar face of his sibling appeared. "It has been awhile, brother," Asmodeus was quick to speak, "Any sign of them yet?" Nocturne nodded in greeting, a dark chuckle vibrating through his chords. "Nice to see you alive," he replied idly, making sure not to be distracted from the reason they were here. It was apparent that he had not been the only one to receive the vision, though his attention was drawn elsewhere as another approached them, and the energy was violently familiar to him. Sybil was here. Dread threatened to fill him, squirming around the edges of his body. She suddenly manifested next to him, and out of instinct he moved closer to her protectively. "Hello, my dear," he greeted her quietly, still wary of his surroundings, though his eyes were quickly drawn to her chest where a gleaming stone lay. "It seems you have been blessed with a gift," he noted curiously, sensing the power that thrummed within the core of the shiny accessory. But he said nothing more about it, his attention returning to scouting every face that appeared as another wolf arrived, blanketed in white and unfamiliar to the shadowed king. Kill the imposter, the ghosts that followed him whispered in encouragement. No matter what happens here today, Sybil, no matter who falls, do what you must with the stone, but I will guarantee that you return safely to our children. The words were solid, unwavering and non-negotiable.
A sixth wolf followed the fifth, then a seventh, an eighth, a ninth, a tenth, before Nocturne realized that counting them was pointless and the only thing he needed to see was Mirrorion or a plague to launch the attack he began to prepare. Nocturne fell into a defensive crouch, ears flattened against his head as he watched wolves come crawling out from the trees of the Immortal Forest one by one, Naervon appearing somewhere between the others and making his way to Nocturne's side. The obsidian tower nodded to his company in silent greeting but said nothing further, too busy scouring the crowd to give Naervon a proper hello. Nocturne listened haphazardly to the chatter floating around, which indicated that he had not been alone in the vision that he'd received. They'd all been called here for a purpose, and then Nocturne knew without a doubt that this was where Mirrorion would fall. A stranger that Nocturne did not recognize approached Sybil and spoke incredibly harshly to her, setting Nocturne only further on edge. "It would be smart to watch y-" Nocturne stopped suddenly in his suggestion to the purple and white man, his eyes wandering around the wolves that had accumulated. A sudden burst of power flooded Nocturne's senses before he watched Sybil's stone ignite with a bright light. Two others followed it in pursuit as it rocketed up into the sky, breaking apart and showering down upon everyone that stood to fight against the maniacal God. Kill the imposter. A sudden strength filled Nocturne, and as he glanced around, he recognized expressions of surprise among some of the others that told him he had not been the only one that felt this newly found power. Something heavy suddenly weighed down on him, a magic frothing with lust, with greed, with hatred and betrayal and malice. "HUSH!" he demanded loudly over everyone else, eyes narrowing as his muzzle now pointed up toward the sky as he felt the invisible power of the God himself spilling into the atmosphere above from all directions at once. His head lowered as his eyes followed to where it pointed to a clearing among all of them, his eyes lingering there momentarily. "They are here."
Kill them all. While his prediction was confirmed by the arrival of the plagues, they did not manifest where he was looking, but instead behind him in a tight circle, ready to pounce. The ghouls of the realm Nocturne knew had silenced themselves, though suddenly burst into a manic frenzy as the Plagues appeared. Nocturne spun on his heels, immediately pulling magic from his core to form a strong bolt of electricity in his jaws, ejecting the ball of searing energy from his mouth as soon as his front paws touched the soil beneath them, the sizzling magic rocketing straight toward the circle of Plagues. Static muffled his hearing, his magic doing all the hearing for him through vibrations of the atmosphere and the planet itself, as well as the ghouls that screamed directions at him and wailed for him to keep moving. He slowed time to make out Sybil's position, moving closer to her as the seconds passed like minutes, welling magic into his core so that he could deflect any attacks toward her. He kept his head level with his spine as he moved, sweeping the landscape with his three-hundred and sixty degree view, ears flattened against his skull as he slipped to her side. He summoned more magic, willing the earth beneath the paws of the trio to explode in a massive burst of rock and dirt in an attempt to throw them off their feet or off guard at the very least, letting go of his time control as it zipped back to reality.
Offense: Formed a ball of electricity in his mouth and shot it at the plagues, then exploded the ground at their feet with oscillate. Defense: Using his three-hundred and sixty degree view, ears flat, head level with his spine to protect his neck. Moved to Sybil's side to protect her. Injuries: To be decided.
As a result of his Tactus Mortem, the plants around Nocturne tend to desaturate in color and begin to wilt, and a
When they came, their power grew. She could feel it in her very core, a deep vibration, a static in the air that caused the fur on her nape to rise. Wardens! she called to them telepathically, her magical voice booming into their thoughts. Your duty is to protect, to heal; help those in need first.
Whatever happens here, her eyes roamed the wolves that joined them, whom shared the same vision and quest, we remain.
A bright light distracted the Commander of the Wardens and she watched as lights erupted into the sky from three females, none she knew. It dissipated into a dust, drifting and scattering and settling upon each wolf that joined. The surge of power that went through her body felt very much like electricity and Eden had to dig her cat-like talons into the soil below her to keep from bursting forth with magic. Wanderer’s eyes closed when the light touched her, and she had bowed her head, but with a deep breath she brought her head back up. When she opened her eyes, they gleamed like a galactic fire, breaking off in embers of pink and yellow.
She could not help the feelings that bubbled inside, the pent-up anger and hatred to those who had caused so much harm. She wanted them to pay, tenfold.
The wind around the wolves picked up and the ground began to quake as Wanderer gathered her magic inside of her. Clouds darkened, thunder rolled in from the distance, a strike of lighting to be seen from afar. A dark male, whose red eyes and spotted face began the first initial assault, with an exploding ball of lightning he cast towards them. Wanderer bunched her legs underneath her and leapt into the air and when she landed, a wave shocked through the ground and she aimed it straight towards the false-gods minions. When it reached them, it would burst forth from the ground, earthen pillars and spikes that shot upwards and outwards, fire erupting from the crack the earth left in its wake.
Offense: Sent a wave of earth (think of it like an earthen tsunami) to the trio, caused it to explode into spikes that shoot towards them, and fire erupted from the crack caused from the spikes spitting out. Creating a lightning storm in the distance with weather control.
She stood in an area away from the wolves who got here before her. Alone, simply watching and waiting for more wolves to show and see how well they may be able to battle the coming scourge. This was their time to take back what belonged to them, to steal away their land from the false god who wanted to destroy them all. Silently she wondered where the wolves of Simul were at and if any more were coming or if she was going to be the only one to fight. She lowered her haunches to the ground and kept her head high in hopes that another would see her and join. It did not take long before the sounds of hooves on the earth could be heard and she knew who it was. The only wolf she had met with hooves walked up to her side and she dipped her head respectfully. or her antlers, and he headed over to her, glad to have found a familiar face. "Good to see you here, soldier. Let's hope that there are even more of you on their way. I've been wanting to end this for months, now, and I—" As he spoke she returned his smirk with a soft smile of her own. When his words cut off suddenly her gaze followed where his went and it rest on a female she had never met before. The feeling that radiated from him was not warm and fuzzy, but an icy cold that meant something was not right there.
She looked away from the two before he did, to focus on her alpha as was part of her duty. "I don't think we'll be getting any more chances." She nodded in agreeance. "Hello my dear alpha, I am happy to see another of Simul here." She smiled softly at him, her accented voice and graceful demeanor gave an air of fragility that was strengthened by her thin frame and silken fur. But her antlers and the magic that laid deadly and waiting under her fur caused there to be a certain power around her, with blue venom dripping from fangs and glowing in her fur and antlers, she was a female to be wary of. "I have a feeling you are correct, that this will be our only chance at defeating him and his plagues." There was a soft grimness to her words, the truth was out there and there was no hope in denying it. She thought about her parents and only living brother, and of the one who died. Her home that was affected by the rise of the monster they had to fight and a cold hatred set in deep in her chest.
The familiar sounds of paws falling on the ground approaching them made her ears swivel and look at the other Simul solider who had arrived. She nodded back and listened to the words that had been spoken. Within this time many more wolves have gathered and a number of voices grew into one sound, that was until a wolf started yelling without any reason and she snorted crossly. Glancing over she noticed him, the male that had attacked her without reason, yelling and a soft growl escaped her throat before being cut off abruptly. Her attention was pulled when the glowing stone around the other females neck flew into the air, joining with three others and creating a ball of pure light and energy. It spun and spun and spun, crashing to the grounds and exploding, covering every wolf with stardust. She felt it, deep in her bones the new power that was gifted to all of them, the magic that demanded to be used to fight and kill their oppressors. Turning, she fixed now glowing, blue eyes on the plagues who landed to the earth.
Without a second thought, watching two other wolves attack, she sent her own magic in the form of another large storm brewing, thinking it could be connected to the previously made one to form a storm with massive destructive properties. And with that, she gave the winds strength and urged them to blew with deadly force against the three wolves they were battling. She hoped for cutting strength, one that could shred them to ribbons, or damage them at the least with cuts and unbalance. She loosened her body, joints starting to move like water in preparation for an attack on any front, and her antlers aimed down to defend her neck.
Offense: Created a massive storm that could connect with Wanders (or can stand as its own storm) and sent gusts of wind a tthe plauges that has enough force to cut and attempt to knock them off balance
Defense: Joints are fluid, giving her the baility to twist or slip out of attacks (potentially) and antlers of pointed in a defensive position
Imagine done by Dexterone <3
Her venom/poison goes right for the joints, affecting how one moves. It causes the joint to lock up, but still move until a few minutes pass than slowly one join after another stiffens and can't be used. Typically it would take several hours until the venom/poison takes over all the joints.
Places with venom/poison: Her teeth, antler points, legs, shoulders, and tail
More and more of these beasts entered the fray, many of them looking lost and scared while others hid behind their false bravado. Chins pulled up and eyes hardened with determination as they all waited to see what would unfold before them. Black lips twitched, amber eyes bouncing from one face to another until they all began to look the same. The energy reverberating off of each individual here rolled into one indiscernible mass of raw power, some of those belonging to a pack conglomerating and talking amongst themselves. Their hushed voices and the tension rolling off of them became a slight din of noise as I pushed it all aside. I turned my attention back to the portal that appeared to shrink and pull slightly when certain individuals stepped into the clearing. Nature around us came to a halt, though it hadn’t really been a strong presence to begin with. The tide of power seemed to swell, flipping on its head, and without warning three stones flew into the skies above the forest. The hairs along my nape stood up, ears sweeping sideways as I honed in on the magical stones, their power humming loudly as they spun in a tight circle overhead. My eyes narrowed as they gyrated, crashing into one another and falling down in a brilliant haze of ivory light.
I felt it wash over me, soaking down to my very soul until I was practically overflowing with power. My adrenaline peaked, nostrils flaring and eyes widening madly as the so-called god showed his face once and for all. His anger and pure hatred blistered with its intensity, yet it only served to bolster my own as he flung his plagues into the mix of wolves that had gathered.
‘You three will end this. End this now.’
The finality of his words would have been intimidating if I actually gave a shit. A fierce grin spread across my scarred muzzle, attentions turned to the creatures that had appeared around us. Together they stood, back to back and protecting one another. They were on the defensive, no doubt gauging the battlefield. The first attack was driven towards the three, a shock wave from the mouth of a brute I had only heard of. The former deity caused the earth to oscillate beneath their feet, the vibrations felt from where I was standing. The winds picked up around us, whipping through my pelt as two bitches stepped forward. Just as the ground exploded it rippled in a liquid-like wave towards them, sharp bits of rock and dirt honing in on them. Flames erupted from the cracks, the grumble of thunder spitting forth from a distance. The clouds darkened, moisture forming in the air and I began to move past those who still stood, preparing their defenses and choosing the best course of action. I didn’t have one. My only action was to attack. To kill.
I drew on the magic around me, wings folding tighter against my body and a low growl beginning deep in my chest. My head lowered and I pulled at the flames that shot up from the earth, manipulating it until they stretched into a tight whip-like shape. Orange light danced across my face and chest as the flames slapped against the ground quickly before I willed them to snap through the air, hissing menacingly as they aimed for one of the beast’s face and chest. The storm strengthened, the wind howling, and I dragged it closer. Bulky thunderheads rolled in, lightning flashing and thunder pounding. I took the electricity from the air and pulled it down in a flurry of strikes upon the three of them, hoping to fry them to the bone. Everyone else dropped away from my mind, my eyes focused on the targets before me. Let them all die for all I care.
Offense: Created flame-like whips with Fire Element to lash at Plague of Mind and then called on the storms Wanderer conjured and Sandara bolstered to send down a small hail of lightning on the trio with Weather Control. Defense: None Wounds: None
Standing beside him was a constant reminder of what they were fighting for, who they were fighting for. If nothing came out of this battle but the promise of her children's safety, she would be content. Not much else mattered. Sybil felt his weight lean against her side. Surely this was his way of making sure neither of them strayed too far from the side of the other. His voice reverberated through her mind, the words he chose implied that no matter what happened today, she would be returning home alive. Glancing over toward him she wondered if he intended to walk home alongside her.
Before she could ponder his own intentions, Shenji came into the scene. Fury lit up his face and anger lined his tongue. He spat in her face for leaving him. Nocturne tensed, unaccustomed to hearing others insulting her. She wondered what he would've thought of Morowen's past behaviors. Sybil looked down upon Shenji with mild annoyance, she'd figured he would come without her needed to tell him. The wolves of Exilium were (mostly) grown adults and could choose their own battles; she couldn't and wouldn't force them into a battle for which they were unwilling to fight. "There is a time and place for arguing about this and it is not now, Shenji."
Moments later, the tear attached to her neck broke free and formed a tightly knit circle with the other two tears. She watched in amazement as they collided and burst into pieces, shards falling into the bodies of the wolves that had gathered with utter elegance. Her body filled with warmth as she received the gift of her gods. Lune's power was winding its way through her veins and it gave her more hope than she could'e ever dared to wish for. Thank you.
Just as she was growing accustomed to the feeling of power within her, she felt a harrowing sense of dread creeping along her spine. With a swift rush of magic, she willed her bones to pierce her flesh and form a strange armor of sorts. Her skeleton grew thick and small horns pierced her skull. Not one second later, Nocturne spun around and let loose a wave of electricity. Sybil hadn't seen them above but felt their fury nonetheless. The air filled with energy as the wolves around her started to release their energy: a storm started swirling up above, a twirling ring of fire spun dangerously toward the trio, and When they landed among the wolves, she found herself staring into the cold eyes of the one she once called friend. This was who she was going to kill. "I'm sorry it must end this way." And with that, the fire burning in her throat burst forth and completely filled her line of sight.
"Words" • Thoughts • Telepathy
Defense: Thickened skeleton
Damage Taken: To be determined
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