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Daeva; Ethereal Eclipse

POSTED: Tue Sep 01, 2015 8:37 pm

(618) Sorry for the sucky opening, Eve! I wanted to leave it open-ended for both Vepar and Daeva~<3.

The day was warm and the air was pungent with the scent of fresh, pine-forest air. Rare for the summer months, the temperature had been surprisingly cool, with a comforting breeze weaving its way about the wood. The sun fought its way through the dense canopy of the pine needles and leaves high above the traveling pair. It was a perfect day for adventuring, or so, the younger sister of the two believed. She relished the feeling of the atmosphere around her, was in love with the idea of traveling the countryside alone with her older brother again. How long had it been since it had been just the two of them? Too long, two years too long, in fact.

The she-wolf had been overjoyed when her darker half agreed to accompany her on her travels of the countryside this time around. Malus had been elected—on his own suggestion—to be left behind, making up the excuse to be tired from his and Skana’s recent war-effort against New Dawn. She knew it was a lie though, the pair having returned from battle a week prior. He had had plenty of time to recoup, as his wounds had been less so than hers, which had been minor in comparison to most. Secretly, she knew of his fear of her brother, and while it amused her greatly, she decided to give him pity. Besides, traveling with her brother was a much more enjoyable idea that toting around a disgruntled slave.

Skana let out a light laugh as she darted forward, one hand clamped securely onto her satchel to keep it from flinging about wildly in her antics. Behind her, her tail waged gently in light of her content mood. They had made good time, having made it to the Ethereal Eclipse by mid-day. The forest was abuzz with the song of birds and the serenade of insects. One couldn’t have asked for a better day of travel…or a game of chase. Her glacier eyes glittered with mischief as she paused and tossed her head to look behind her, searching for the hulking mass that would be her brother.

She felt like a child again, playing this impromptu game of tag. It was mostly out of fun, but partially to rouse her brother into a playful mood. She hadn’t seen him in almost three weeks. The last time they had talked before she left for the battlefront, he had been broody and—reasonably—unhappy that she was sticking her nose into Kentaro’s business. Consequences, he had warned, there would be consequences to pay for her taking up arms against New Dawn. Her innocent reasons be damned, she had put a target on her back. She liked to think he had worried about her, but, also knew of his disappointment with her decision to go to war.

It was because of this rift that Skana was trying so hard to bring out his playful side now. She knew she had been letting him down these past few months, what with letting herself being attacked twice outside Anathema’s borders, taking up a slave, and then fighting a fight that was not hers to fight. She wanted him to see she was still his baby sister, wanted to rekindle their sibling bond to where it had been when they arrived in Nova Scotia two years prior. “Come on, Vepar!” She hollered as she paced across a shallow, babbling brook. “Surely you’re not that slow!” She was teasing him, trying to goad him into a full-on sprint after her. A chase, she wanted. The hunt for medicinal herbs could wait ‘till later.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 09, 2015 4:39 am

DAEVA LYKOI

For a long time now Vepar had been thinking. Ever since the Angelo had dragged the pack down from their mountain kingdom to the sodden swamps things among the collective were changing, some for the better, but most for the worse. Those who did not want to leave the place they called home had stayed, splintering the pack into factions, grouping those loyal to Aeron's Anathema against those loyal to Kentaro's Anathema, and lately the schism between those two concepts was greater than it had ever been.

Vepar had joined the pack under Aeron's reign, back when the pack stood for something, when they were strong, confident, and a force to be reckoned with. Back when they had a leader they could believe in, even as she declined in health. Now, under Kentaro's reign the pack had fled from its roots and reformed into a group of misfits hiding away from their enemies, picking fights amongst each other, and losing faith in their unfit leader. Vepar never liked the boy king and the more things he did to change the pack made him dislike him even more. He didn't hate him, the young male had done nothing wrong to him specifically, but that didn't mean he had to like him either.

As the changes came more and more however, Vepar chose to become an observer rather than a participant. When the big events happened he watched from the sidelines rather than diving headlong into the fray as he usually did, and he knew the others were beginning to wonder why. The dark male had all the makings and prowess to become Eligos, even Purson, but instead he kept to himself, trained by himself, worked by himself; he stopped actively engaging his packmates, his friends, and even his sister in favor of patrolling the border or going out to hunt alone. Always alone.

So when Skana wouldn't take no for an answer anymore he had no choice but to go with her on one of her many little herb gathering trips into the forest beyond the claim of the pack. His excuse was that his hunting trips had taken him out there many a time, and he knew the woods well enough to guide her, but in reality his reasoning was far less standoffish. In the wake of the conflict with New Dawn he had growing concerns about her leaving the pack alone, or even with that insufferable slave of hers. Every time she left to go gather herbs he would worry about some stray Dawner wolves coming out of the shadows to ambush her in retribution, and as much as he wanted to be alone he couldn't stand the thought of something so preventable happening. So, this time, for once, he finally said yes.

Blinking those volcanic eyes of his he looked up from nothing in particular at the sound of his sister's voice, all at once noticing she had long since advanced from just ahead of him to several meters away, her little taunts reaching him from a greater distance than he had initially thought. Shaking his head a little he did his best to push his thoughts aside and brighten up, just for her sake, and forced a small but genuine smile to his ash dipped maw. "Just giving you a headstart!" He called back, his tall statuesque frame slowly ramping up its speed from a lethargic stroll to a more spirited sprint, his long strides quickly closing the distance between the Creo siblings. "You know you'll never get away!"

The voices carried softly through the thick damp forest and even as they resounded into just above a whisper her oversize ears picked them up as clearly as though they had been spoken right by her side. Turning those molten gold depths in the direction of the sounds she slipped off her horse and gave him the command to hold his position, a hand easing down the length of his shoulder before she stepped away from the great white beast. A hand rose to slip her bow from its bindings on her back as the other moved to pluck an arrow from her quiver, each hand holding each object separately – though cautiously – for the time being. Near soundlessly she moved toward where voices grew louder and joined sounds of movement which joined shapes that turned into figures that turned into wolves.

The smaller one drew her attention first; a bright silver thing with flowing hair and a jovial smile. She looked happy, even as the big dark one chased her, and it made the wild huntress wonder for a moment if they were connected somehow. Were they friends or something more? Mates? Siblings? Ah, yes. The resemblance struck her the more she stared, the more her gilded gaze flitted back and forth between the dark male and his light sister. It looked as if they were playing a game and she almost didn't want to interrupt, but the more she stared the more she began to realize she knew this silver femme. Briefly, faintly, just barely, but she knew her, and it was with that realization that the false goddess decided she would intervene.

Vepar planted a hand on a log and vaulted over smoothly as he began to gain ground on his sister, her sprinting frame almost within reach as they sped through the trees, zigging and zagging this way and that as the younger Creo did her best to outmaneuver the older, as she knew she could never outpace him. What Vepar lacked in grace she more than made up for in agility and where he slipped and tripped she easily jumped and juked. Her bag was what would be her downfall though, and if it weren't for the fact that an arrow had come zipping past just between them he would have caught hold of it and put an end to their little chase.

Letting forth a loud growl he pivoted in the direction the arrow came from and set his fiery gaze upon the bow toting femme, her sleek and slender frame wrapped in warm desert tones unmistakable from the surrounding verdant flora. Had she not had another arrow at the ready he would have made a lunge for her then and there but instead he held his ground, molten orange meeting molten gold for a moment before the stranger's gaze averted from the dark male to the light femme. "Hey you!" She called out to her, a wicked smile easing to her sharp coyjack maw as her gaze slid back to the big male. "Ya mind telling this guy to back the hell off?"


Thanks for starting~ :D Vepar is orange. Daeva is yellow. « [ 1111 ]

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POSTED: Fri Sep 11, 2015 5:53 pm

(643) Sorry this is short and sucky Dx Also, XDD Daeva, “BO I know you…let me shoot an arrow at you!” You crazy coyjack!

She was worried, for a moment, that Vepar might have been lost in his thoughts again, or, that he wouldn’t have any interest to humor her in her game. Her called out words seemed to recall him back to reality, and she wagged her tail contently behind her. She was overjoyed to hear his acceptance of her game, and a child-like squeal left her as she saw his bulk pick up speed to pursue her.

“Today I will!” She called back confidently over her shoulder. She did her best to pick up her pace as she heard him drawing closer and closer to her. Her laughter carried like a fairy’s song throughout the dim of the forest around them. She weaved this way and that, trying not to trip in her haste. He was faster by nature, those long legs of his enabling him to take larger strides and cover ground more quickly. Her only advantage was the headstart she had and the fact that she was able to take routes that would be cumbersome for Vepar to travel.

He was gaining on her, she could feel it. It made the hair along the back of her neck stand up on end. It was in a good way though, one of excitement and anticipation rather than fear. They had played this game a lot when they were younger. She loved it, even if she knew he had often held back his true potential.

The thrill of the chase was abruptly cut short as the zing of an arrow cut through their fun. Skana came to a sliding halt—nearly falling on her rear from the intensity of the movement—as she felt the tension in the air suddenly changed. The hulking shadow went from content to enraged in an instant. It was like a switch had been thrown. A threatening warning rumbled from his chest as he suddenly shifted his body into another direction, and arrow caught expertly in his grasp.

Skana did her best to follow after him, restraining from calling out his name in her worry. She was on guard, as a released arrow was rarely a sign of hospitality or good will. She needed to be the more level-headed one though despite wanting nothing more than to follow her older brother’s lead. Whoever had let lose that arrow would soon be sorry.

It wasn’t long until they found them—her, actually. It was a woman of exotic features and beauty, her colors a mix of sandy, earthen tones. Vepar stopped short of probably mauling her as she quickly strung another projectile. Skana’s eyes narrowed, half out of caution, half out of faint recognition. The woman looked familiar…too familiar…

The silver Anatheman's glacier gaze appraised the woman as the Creo male and the hybrid stared each other down. Her beauty was not something that Skana felt could have easily been forgotten. Her sharp, golden gaze, that twisted smile; the more Skana stared, the more she began to form a face to her memory. And as her glacier sights moved to the woman's weaponry; a bow and quiver, a leather sheath strapped to her leg, it finally clicked.

As Skana joined the duo, the stranger called out to her, her voice confident as she gave an impish grin. “You!” Skana recalled with a wry smile. She paced up to her brother and placed a comforting hand on his broad shoulder. She let her icy blue eyes slide to her sibling. “Vepar! She’s the one that rescued me from those two wolves I told you about.” She explained, as if to lessen his hostility. Skana then let her attention return back to the coyjack. “I didn't think I'd ever see you again, Infernian. What brings you this far south again?”

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POSTED: Wed Sep 16, 2015 2:27 am

DAEVA LYKOI

"Says the one firing arrows at strangers!" Vepar snarled out, taking a step forward, testing the desert femme. As he felt a hand on his shoulder his hackles lowered a little bit but the tension did not drain from his statuesque frame as he held his fighting stance, claws and jaws at the ready to halt any attack from the smiling succubus. His sister's words seemed to flow in one ear and out the other, but he heard what she said, he just wasn't sure if he was ready to believe her or not. If the desert femme was really the one who had saved her from the twins, if she was really an ally and not an enemy playing some cruel trick on them, she would not have fired an arrow at them without cause. Inferni was their ally, back when the pack still reigned in the mountains, before they had run away from all their problems only to create new ones in the swamps. This female though, her pack scent was evident but it wasn't that strong, she didn't seem to be a longstanding member of the pack, and he wondered how much she knew about Anathema.

"Yeah, that's right, ease off tough stuff. Save the snorting and snarling for someone who deserves it." She taunted, the salmon pink tip of her tongue briefly appearing in a mocking flash. Her wicked smile broadened into something more genuine as she slid her gaze back to the silver femme, her bow lowering, but she didn't return the arrow to her quiver just yet, still pointing it at the big male even if it wasn't drawn to fire. "Eh, needed to get away for a while. Things are–" She paused a moment – no more than a second or two – to find the appropriate word for the thoughts she was trying to convey. "–crazy stupid right now. So I figured I'd go do some reconnaissance, sniff around down here, see what's going on." She rambled absently, her gaze occasionally sliding from one Creo to the other before settling on the sister each time she spoke, evidently keeping an eye on the brother.

"So you're a spy." Vepar growled, his volcanic gaze narrowing at the stranger with every intent to show that he did not trust her, even if she did save his sister's life. He wondered what she meant by things had gotten crazy with Inferni, was something going on? Anathema was so far south and so isolated from everyone and everything else that it took days, even weeks, for news of events outside of the pack to arrive, and it was only through hearsay, from word of mouth passed from one maw to another, from the chatter of birds and other messengers. As advantageous as it was to move as far south as possible, as far away from everyone as possible, it had crippled them as a pack, and in his eyes made them weaker. Not knowing what was going on was much worse than knowing their enemies were up to something.

"I prefer scout." She corrected with added emphasis on her preferred label, fire meeting magma for a moment before they deviated to settle upon ice. "Rumor has it there's a pack all the way down here, a big one with roots in the mountains, and an old friend of Inferni. That true?" She did her best not to make it look like she was mining for information, and the fact that she was genuinely curious did well to mask her intent, even if she did just blatantly ask. She did know about Anathema, little, but she knew. There were rumors floating around all over the place about them though, and she wondered if these two knew anything. From their previous meeting, the silver femme had revealed that she was from Anathema to the south, but not much else beyond that. Why had they moved? What were they doing all the way down there? And what had happened to the feral wolf pack to the north? Rumors. So many rumors.


No worries~<3 And yeah, that pretty much sums her up. xD « [ 682 ]

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POSTED: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:05 am

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She had known that her soothing touch would have been a long shot, but, there had been hope. The younger Creo made no further immediate action to calm her protective big brother, knowing that it would be futile. Her brother was rightfully on the defensive, and, who wouldn’t be? A stranger had shot a wild projectile, unprovoked, at them. If any one of them had been wounded, there would have been a fight instead of a tense standstill. Skana was thankful for the minor detail, particularly after seeing where the arrow had originated from.

The exotic beauty proceeded to taunt Vepar as he reluctantly backed off—though, it was more akin to a temporary pause than anything, as he was still ready to fight. Skana felt a protective wave flow through her at the jibe, not particularly fond of the idea of a stranger mocking her sibling. As it were though, Skana had to be the level-headed one there, and that meant not jumping at something miniscule and childish. She preferred it not come down to a fight, especially when she was still in the coyjack’s debt. So, it was with some restraint that she stayed her protective urges.

The Furcas’ presence there to leash the dark beast, the Infernian appeared to feel safe enough to ease off of her aggressive stance. Skana inwardly let out a breath of relief at her decision. The lack of an immediate and present threat would hopefully take Vepar out of kill-mode…even if the weapon was only a pull away from firing once more. The smaller woman then offered up her answer to Skana easily. She mentioned her world—or maybe it was Inferni’s—being in disarray, and the silver woman raised an invisible brow. What could be going on that the coyjack was patrolling this far south?

Vepar was quicker on the draw than Skana was, and she inwardly cringed as he accused the woman as a spy. Though the title caused for curiosity in the silver Creo, she wanted to ease the tension between the two parties, not thicken it. Her immediate reaction was to quietly scold him for his forwardness, but, the Infernian had already corrected him. She went on, fishing for information out of them—more directly, Skana.

Skana gave Vepar a strained glance before returning her attention to the woman. “Anathema was allies with Inferni for a while, yes, and I believe we still are. We recently took in a teenager from you whose father was amongst our own. But,” there was a pause as her brows knitted together in confusion, “What does it matter? Has something happened with your pack?” It seemed a strange question to ask, not unless the coyjack was looking for a specific answer to lead into something else. As far south as they were though, it seemed very possible that something had gone down with the coyotes. They heard precious little other than rumors on the wings of birds.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 21, 2015 2:19 am

DAEVA LYKOI

The statuesque male let a low deep growl bubble up from his chest but said no more on the matter as his sister was quick to chime in and add more to the conversation than his constant accusations. Vepar was smart, but he was smart in his own ways, and talking things out was not one of them. When it came down to conflict, he preferred the hurt first and ask questions later approach, which had served him well in his short lifetime thus far. There were situations that had to be handled more delicately, though, and when it came down to that he always had Skana to back him up. This was one such occasion, and while he didn't show it – still well locked into combat mode and showing no signs of calming down anytime soon – he was grateful that she was there to diffuse the situation as best she could. He would thank her later, for not letting him get ahead of himself and causing a needless fight, but it would only be after yet another long interrogation about her knowing the desert dragon.

Her oversize ears gave an evident twitch as the silver femme began to speak, those molten depths alighting even more with evident interest as she spoke. When a question was posed about Inferni, her muscular archer's shoulders moved in a motion akin to a shrug. "Oh nothing~" Her voice flowed into a sing-song tone for a moment before returning to normal. "You said Anathema was allied with Inferni? But why not now? Is it because you're all the way down here?" Her head tilted to the side ever so in slight as she asked her questions, denoting obvious interest, even if it wasn't genuine. Even though the wild huntress was not a creature of subtlety – that much more then proven true when she began their meeting with an arrow flying at them – she was damn good at feigning certain emotions and even better at lying convincingly. Among the many things she had learned from that band of thieving traders, manipulation was high on the list of things she had mastered.


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POSTED: Tue Oct 06, 2015 2:03 pm

(319) -pretends this is not as crusty as it is- :x

The Anatheman became curious when the coyjack was purposely evasive when the questions were turned onto her own pack. Either Skana had treaded where she shouldn’t, or the smaller woman was simply being playfully difficult. Whatever the case, the Infernian left the topic quickly and returned the conversation back to her curiosities about the darker Anathema. Skana let the change go unchallenged for the time being. After all, it didn’t seem like the exotic woman would give her the answer, not easily anyways.

Skana offered a noncommittal shrug of her own when the Infernian asked about their packs’ current relations with one another. “That’s a question you’d have to ask of Kentaro or one of the other figureheads of the pack. But…from my standpoint, I would say that it has to do with our move south, yes.” She glanced over at Vepar, wondering if he would chime in or if he was intent on glaring the stranger down. She was reluctant to speak any more about the matter, but, some part of her felt the need to voice her concerns. There was a pregnant pause before her gaze returned to the coyjack. “We’re really…cut off from everyone now. Some of the others seem to like the isolation, perhaps even like the idea of living in a castle. But, in the end, the though walls we’ve hid ourselves behind protect us, they also keep us in the dark about what’s going on in the world.” She made a gesture to indicate the rest of the packs, everyone who was north of them. “Aside from recent conflicts, I haven’t heard of a thing regarding news from up North since we’ve moved South. I honestly have no idea who we're allies with anymore.” Her glacier eyes turned to her darker brother, “What about you, Vepar? Have you heard of anything?”

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POSTED: Thu Oct 08, 2015 1:58 am

DAEVA LYKOI

Volcanic orange narrowed in evident suspicion of the desert dragon, the dark demon moving his shoulders in a slight stretch as a stiffness had settled there from being on edge. Regardless, he maintained his combat ready stance, features still contorted into a frown though the snarl wrinkling his muzzle had faded. He didn't like that the coyote was prying about their pack and didn't divulge a thing about her own, that she seemed to be just mining for information instead of engaging them in a friendly conversation. Nevermind that something about her just did not sit well with the older Creo, and it was that gut feeling that told him not to back down.

Ignoring the dark brute in favor of his much more cooperative sibling, her maw dipped in an acknowledging nod every now and then, listening intently and soaking up the words like a parched animal seeking water. So the mighty Anathema pack of the mountains had wandered to the south and now they were cut off from the rest of the world, stuck in the mud with only their little birdies to bring them news. She would have laughed if she wasn't playing the part of the curious passerby, and with another nod of affirmation she finally voiced a reply. "Recent conflicts?"

"Nothing that concerns you, coyote." The dark male finally spoke again, his gaze still boring through her like a wildfire cutting a swath through a forest. Unlike his sister the warrior was not keen on sharing, whether it was about himself, his family, or his pack. Even if he did hate Kentaro and was beginning to hate his pack, he wouldn't simply roll over and spill all their secrets because of that. If anything the demon was loyal and from the day he had joined the pack to the day he would depart it, he would remain faithful to it, even if he didn't like it. "Our pack has moved to the south for more room to grow and nothing more. The mountains were stifling and we were restricted by the sprawl of the burned lands and the territories of other packs growing closer to our own. Here, we have all this land around us and no one for days." He paused, gauging her reaction for a moment before proceeding. "That you can take home to your leaders, there is nothing more we need to discuss."

The wild huntress feigned a frown and raised her arms to cross them against her chest defiantly, her impish smile soon returning as she let a tiny little laugh slip from her maw. "Sounds to me like there's more to it than just that and that there's something you're trying to hide. What happened? Did one of the northern packs scare you guys south?" She was teasing now but she did it with reason. The male seemed to be reaching a tipping point and the more she irked him the more she got him talking, though this was a double edged sword. She got him talking but also added more fuel to the fire, and before long she'd find herself getting burned if she wasn't careful. Ever the calculating wordsmith though, she strung her sentences together carefully, not wanting to push the demon too far too quickly.


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POSTED: Wed Oct 14, 2015 12:33 am

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Skana deftly nodded at the coyjack’s parroted words. Had she not heard? Skana thought to voice her thoughts aloud when Vepar cut in, his voice sharp as a knife’s edge. And it was because of him that the silver woman bit her own tongue from elaborating any further on the matter. Obviously, Anathema’s treacheries against New Dawn were not something to be shared, even if Skana felt the destruction of the feral pack was something that would be a hard-kept secret. Surely the survivors would not keep their tongues from wagging, and why should they? What the dark, castle-dwelling pack had done had been unforgivable…

If the exotic woman did not know, perhaps it was for the best. The charcoal Creo went on to explain to the curious Infernian the reason for Anathema’s sudden departure from their cave-dwelling home. Despite his misgivings with the move, he failed to mention to the coyjack of another detail. Kentaro had said his main reasoning had been because of their enemies moving ever closer, surrounding them, smothering them. He sought to move them somewhere where the pack could be free from the corner they had been backed in to. With his words, it almost seemed as if Vepar was…happy about their move. It made the sister sibling wonder, was it all just an act to satisfy the clan member, or, had he always felt that way on the inside?

Whatever the reason, his answer did not seem to settle well with the woman. Her lack of satisfaction was quickly replaced with that sly smile once more though. If his gift of information had been paper, the coyote beauty would have cut out a chain of paper men with it. Skana visible grimaced as the crafty female pried, effectively hitting the nail on the head with her fishing. This time, Skana stepped up to the podium. “Anathema is not a pack that would take lightly to threats,” she defended before directing the conversation down a different route. “I’m sure you know of our pack’s reputation, do you not?” There was a pause before she continued, her eyes cast to the side. “…We’re not exactly…liked by a lot of folks because of those we harbor amongst our own.”

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