[DND] [M] Broken truth, whispering lies. And it hurts again
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Itou Ren 糸蓮
I'm a river that is all dried up. I'm an ocean nothing floats on
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in. I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot

Crows flew over head, circling wide as they acted as the groups eyes. Upon the ground tension was thick in the air, visible in every sharp movement by one of the siblings, the shoving, snapping of teeth and tense body postures. Feeding off the burning rage present within each of the Itou's the horses stirred, shifting around on the spot, one or two occasional rearing up and attempting to start forward, slowing the groups attempts to load them and get away. Keeping his head down he held tightly onto Hibiki's reigns, dancing around her as she struck out at him repeatedly with both hooves and teeth, determined to cause harm to something to someone.


Pulling at a strap, the bags rose high enough to be out of the way. Tying the leather strap of, he tugged at it a few times, stepping back to view the result; finally his three bags were attached to the mare's saddle, much to her very clear displeasure; the weight was no problem for her, just something she was unaccustomed to, typically used to inflict pain, not to lug goods around. Given the circumstances, he really did not care much to making sure the horse was happy.


Playing with the straps along the saddle he kept his eyes down, reluctant to look over at his siblings. Already he had heard Ryo's feedback on the situation and enough names had already been shouted as they all moved to gather their stuff; bunch of foolish hoarders they all were, unwilling to leave things behind. Clamping his mouth closed he didn't comment, simply moved around Hibiki, avoiding yet another aimed bite towards his arm.


The only reason he wasn't having to pack at the moment because he was already packed. Because he had intended to leave them behind. Watching them rush around was a painful reminder of just how selfish he really was, of what he had almost done. Stumbling forward, he clutched his shoulder, lifting his head to look up at Ryo; the rage in those eyes was still there, a burning red glowing against his black pelt.


Silence was the best option. That much was certain. Better to not to dig himself a deeper hole until they were at least clear of the pack lands.


Backdated to the 8th. Ryo's draft is half hooked up to the cart, which they are throwing the bulk of their goods onto. Ren has his bags with Hibiki, Miwa and Ryo have their stuff on Kage (Mi's horse). So that's 3 horses, 1 cart, 3 cats and 2 crows (beyaz and chiya) present for animals. Feel free to PP them and cause minor damage to Hibiki![397]

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a tiger can smile; a snake will say it loves you

Surprise was an element they had, and until the moment was right, Salvia did not waste it.

She was a hunter, after all—and a hunter who thrived on dangerous game. Men she had killed before, and women too. War had left a great wound over her breast and deeper still, to her heart. Steel had touched it before. Now steel lingered in her blood and in her being. To rule as she did, careful rules needed to be played.

The games ended when someone else, to her standards, played false. Most certainly this deception was unforgivable. Not only had this so-called family falsified their purpose, they had embarrassed Salsola. Salvia would not allow that to stand.

Her sling was ready in hand when she finally decided herself close enough. There was no warning save for the thunder of hooves; it grew slowly, then to a muffled roar. Nacht ran because he understood Salvia’s purpose now, and he did not hesitate when the gray woman came after them. Instead, Salvia urged him further. The horse practically trampled the woman, which was her purpose.

Salvia swung wide, and let her stone fly.


lies make us evil

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OOC|| +250


Once Salvia had turned to catch the Itous, Lillith had called Korosk to her. The black stallion had come quickly, and Lillith pushed him to catch up to her leader who had gone ahead. Her daggers were in hand as she gripped the reins, the fire of violence filling her veins. She salivated, tongue hanging out of her maw as they galloped to the place the Itous stayed. She could see Salvia before her, raising her flail.

Lillith let go of the reins and clung tight to Korosk’s heaving back with her thighs; her sharp hazel gaze was only for one of them; Ren. She would see him dead if it was the last thing she’d do.

Korosk, much larger than Ren’s mare, barreled into the fray and Lillith arched a long, dagger tipped arm towards Ren’s face; she saw red, and heard the braying of a horse. It was over in a second, and Lillith and Korosk were out of the group and onto the other side. Lillith grabbed the reins and turned Korok as quickly as he could, but suddenly her face was full of white feathers.

Beyaz, was in her hair, she was not sure if he was attacking her, for it lasted only a second before two large black shapes came from the trees. The red female turned to watched her ravens chasing Beyaz and the other of Ren’s crows into the trees. Lillith dug her heels into Korosk and they charged back into the fray.


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Itou Ren 糸蓮
I'm a river that is all dried up. I'm an ocean nothing floats on
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in. I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot

The concept of putting things into bags, organisation and careful packaging was finally disregarding in exchange for practical speed, the sandstorm Itou fidgeting from paw to paw, wanting to offer assistance to the others yet unable to, for whenever he stepped forward or opened his maw a fraction a look of pure disgust was shot his way. It hurt, even if the hostility was somewhat expected, given how happily Ryo had run off to gather everyone and fill them in on the fact they were beyond busted; how much detail he went into Ren's personal little betrayal of them he wasn't too sure, now however wasn't the time or place to ask, no matter how curious he was to discover what bridges exactly he had to mend.


Glancing between his family and the surroundings, silence encased them; no one spoke, only the animals and the sound of items being thrown onto the cart reached his ears. Then a thudding started, his head cocking to the side for a second as he stared around himself, trying to pin point where it was coming from. Repetitive, almost like the sound of charging horses, their hooves heavy upon the ground.


Dread filled him and for a few seconds he was lost for words, unable to do anything but stare and watch as the event played out. Miwa responded quickly, holding both greater confidence and experience, the small female was thrown aside by the horse, standing motionless as both steed and rider charged towards the other. Sparing only a second to watch his sister's fall form, he grasped his katana's handle, sliding the encased metal free from it's sheath, falling into a practised stance that came so naturally to him now, eyes roaming over the chaos that played out before him, breathing surprisingly steady, as if he was watching someone else's life fall apart before him


Another thud, separate to the pounding of hooves had his head turning to the side to watch Ryo too collapse to the ground, blood beginning to pool from an injury from his head. “Kuso!” the distraction blinded him to Lillith's approach, the male ducking at the last minute behind his own mare, Hibiki's scream joining in the chorus of chaos that hung in the air.


“Rin” his throat stung, as if it had been months since he last spoke. Catching the girls eye, he ran after Lillith. A futile effort to catch up on foot he knew, his eyes darting up to the skies, sick pleasure filling him as the albino crow distracted the red female long enough for him to catch up and prepare himself for when she returned back into the fray. Breathing in and out he waited, muscle loose and then he struck, jumping to the side and clear of the hose in the same motion, aiming for her leg but catching the horse instead.


An eye for an eye he supposed. To the side he could see Rin closing in too now, slower on foot then the others, the girl too accustomed to having the higher ground to function well on the floor with the rest of them.


We going with Rin x Lillith and Ren x Sal? [525]

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a tiger can smile; a snake will say it loves you

If she had known better, Salvia would have killed Miwa first.

It had not occurred to her that the petite, girlish woman might know how to fight. That was the arrogance that had brought her into Nacht’s charge, and Salvia felt the impact bounce from him. Aggressive as he was, the stallion suited this purpose of battle. He had seen it before, when the war had been real—and this was no such thing.

Her hands were moving; one had dropped into leather and grasped for another stone while the other was bringing the sling to meet it. Only her legs guided the horse, who swung wide in order to make the turn. He was too heavy for such a sharp motion.

Then another, bleeding horse came charging towards them. Nacht drew up and reared to meet her, massive hooves striking out. Salvia twist-jumped from the saddle and hit the ground hard; pins and needles rushed up her legs. There was no time to think clearly—the horses were fighting now, biting and kicking. To stay in the midst of that would be nothing short of stupidity.

But she had the sling, and with it, she launched another stone towards the fray. Then, abandoning this distance, she advanced. It was not her method to linger outside of battle; and the eager light in her eyes betrayed this openly.


lies make us evil

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OOC|| +282


The charge was short lived, as little Rin, who blended into the grays of the morning shadows, was waiting. Lillith saw the gleam of the Katana and pulled back on the reins but it was too late and Korosk went barreling past, and screamed as the sword sliced into the flesh below his knee. He stumbled, but Lillith was off his back quickly and cried wordlessly at the stallion and he disappeared into the trees, dripping red.

Lillith’s form landed heavily on the ground, but with her daggers poised; she did not have long to wait, Rin came swiftly at her, katana raised. Luckily, Lillith had the advantage of height and now girth on her side, and the first blow was easily deflected.

The two women squared off, a small smirk on Rin’s face that was quickly mirrored by a sadistic grin on Lillith’s face; the bitch thought she could take her? It was laughable.

Rin charged once more; she did well with the katana, but Lillith’s arm was nearly as long as it was, and so with a quick twist and dodge, Lillith found herself digging her short dagger deep into the girl’s gut. The Itou woman gasped, dropped the Katana and her body to the ground; Lillith was immediately on top of her, like a spider over its pray. She twisted the dagger like a cork-screw, drawing another whimper from the woman, Your skin will make a glorious cloak, but I believe you’re better suited for rags. Lillith whispered darkly to the woman, before letting her pink tongue dart out from behind filed teeth to lick at a drop of blood that had formed at the corner of Rin’s mouth.



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Itou Ren 糸蓮
I'm a river that is all dried up. I'm an ocean nothing floats on
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in. I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot

Everything seemed to clash, to overwhelm him depriving him of the privilege to sit back, to calculate and make sense of the madness that was just everywhere. His heart was racing within his chest, the grip on his weapon so tight it hurt, as if the leather that bit into his padded palms was burning him alive. Every breath seemed to be too short, lungs screaming with pain from the lack of air. Her horse fell and a smile of malicious glee had only seconds to spread across his face before he was moving again, hindered by his clothes and the way he was raised; instincts drove him to kill, to hunt, to stalk, but his skill with his claws and teeth were limited for they were not the weapon he was trained in. Dependent on the blade, it struck him as funny at how other he was. A canine who disregards his natural weapons for metal constructed by a race that ultimately died out; was he wise for doing so or devolving and doomed to fall like the race he had at some point began to mimic?


Rin and Lillith engaged, blue eyes falling over his sister and seeing her as nothing more than a pawn; she was more than suitable to distract Lillith long enough for the moment. Horses in combat registered at some level, unimportant to him at the moment as his sights zoned in on the cream pelted queen. He would take their leader down, he would get some vengeance out of this mess; he had to or everything would be for nought. Failure was never an option, one had to win or they were undeserving of living. A shame upon the blood that flowed within him.


For blood was everything and these canines had enslaved those who carried the same red liquid as him. Stepping forward he built momentum, maw splitting to show teeth in a silent threat; he had no need for a growl, a war cry or any such folly. All he had need for was that cream head severed from her shoulders and he would feel as if he achieved something.


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