moon and back

POSTED: Thu Nov 07, 2019 1:06 pm

To the shock and horror of all the old belltower has begun to chime at odd hours. The sound is deafening and can be heard for miles around. Largely in a state of disrepair the occurrence is disconcerting and nearly beyond belief. Could this all be the work of the same person? Perhaps...but strangely there is no sight nor scent of blood.


He was certain somehow that Vodeva was alive. Iomair felt that sometimes the fur on the back of his neck rippled and danced as if someone was watching him - though like a spring thaw it would evaporate quickly and he would be left alone. The others searched for her the best they could, wandering the Enidwaith and scrutinizing the river valley... But still there was nothing.

Until today.

He awoke to sounds that were unfamiliar, a hollow ringing that rang through the City Square and clung to it voraciously. The King scrubbed sleep from his eyes (he had managed a few precious hours) before tugging on his clothes and taking to the streets. The Chime Tower was an ancient leaning thing, with a door so old and heavy that it hung like an anchor at its base.

The bell was heaving, releasing another gong that had birds escaping from its roof in confusion.

"Vodeva?" He shouted, uncertain as he ran across the cobblestones, "Please be you."


The bells stopped before he got there, and in the silence that ensued all he could hear was the frantic beating of his heart in his ears.

When he came upon the door he pounded on it with his fists, surprised by the large gauges that had been made across its front. He forced himself to pause, tracing the lines with a scarred hand before he threw his weight against the door to press it open.

What he found inside chilled him.

An area that could have been a bed lay disturbed to one side, a shift-like dress torn and in disarray. There was writing too, dripping like condensation on a window pane - another warning, another message? He snarled, baring his teeth against the scene.

Watch Out.
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Arran was sleeping on his back in the pasture with the goats when the sudden ringing startled him awake. With a yelp, he flipped to his feet, head low as he whipped back and forth, searching for the source of the sound. For a moment, he wondered if he had dreamed of it when it rang again. What the heck was that? He glanced over at the few livestock that he had to attend to and saw them shifting uneasily, rather than munching on grass. A rustling sound to his left warned him of his grandmother's arrival and his hackles rose until her ratty dark coat appeared in his vision.

"What is that sound?!" Rhavan yelled. Her fur was standing on end as she looked around.

"Not sure," Arran said in a loud voice to make sure he was heard above the ringing sound that went off again. "I'll go look, you stay here!" Arran hoped that his grandmother would both hear and listen to him as he trotted off in the direction of the ringing. He got to their village and looked around for the source, but he couldn't immediately see anything. Then he spotted Iomair pounding on the door to one of the buildings. Arran trotted over. He scampered over, coming up behind Iomair just as the door opened. Arran sniffed the ground at the doorway instead of following Iomair inside, and he whined quietly, picking up on the High King's distress.

Arran took a cautious couple of steps into the room, sniffing the floor as he went. There were a mixture of scents, but none of them told him anything useful.

"What's it say?" Arran asked. His ability to read was iffy at best, and the writing wasn't too clear from his angle on four paws, especially with the way it was dripping.
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POSTED: Sun Dec 01, 2019 10:54 pm

Word Count → +300 :: Finally got around to joining this.

Nkechi and Sigríður were rarely seen apart from one another, even though the jackal had in some regard wished it otherwise. There wasn't a part of her that did not enjoy the other woman's company, but they were each going to have to go about their own paths in New Caledonia. The hound was going to have to find some means of being able to stand out on her own, not just cling to her companion and hope to constantly get something out of it.

She was never short on confidence, so what was it that seemed to be holding her back? Regardless, the jackal held up her own patience. All they were sure to need was time.

The pair of females had been making their way back from the outer reaches of the territory when the sound of the bell had gone off. In their short time here, there had been a pattern to when the bell was meant to ring, and this was an odd time of the day for it to do so.

An exchange of glances took place before they made their way towards the tower. So many strange things had been going on lately, and there was no way this wasn't connected to that string of events.

The door had already been pushed open when they arrived, two figures standing out amongst the light coming in from the doorway. The High King's earthen colors were easy to pick out, and the other was one of the males they had bumped into on another instance. Nkechi gently brushed off her thobe before making her way over to Iomair, his snarl seeming to echo through the room.

Sigríður moved to join Arran's side, looking up at the message, "Says 'Watch Out'. Sure is ominous isn't it?"

The jackal turned her attention to the hound before back to the High King, hoping to see that he might calm down with more of them around, "Did you make those lines on the door?"

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POSTED: Wed Jan 01, 2020 1:48 am

Everything about it was wrong.

Iomair stood in the centre of the tiny room with his hands bunched deeply into his pockets, as if too frightened to reach out to the strange idols and bloody writing that lingered just out of sight. He barely noticed the others as they strayed in behind him, their long clawed feet dragging along the creaking floor boards. For a moment he heard all of their voices as if through a haze, the hollow sounds echoing about his ears until he finally was able to tear his eyes away from the writing on the wall.

”My friends,” He rumbled, ”Who could have left something like this here?”

His lips pulled into a frown, and he could feel his hands tightening into fists at his sides. ”I heard the chiming of the bells and came running – but there’s nothing here.” The sigh that left him was long and sad, though when he caught the frightened expression of their Shepherd he forced himself to find a calming centre. Vodeva was still out there somewhere, he had to believe it.

”Did you hear them too? See anyone running?”

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“I heard the bells,” Arran responded, looking around warily, his eyes falling on the idols, so similar to the ones he and his grandma had found by the pond.. Who could have done this without anyone noticing? “My grandma heard it, too. But I didn’t see anyone or anything else, and I don’t think she did, either.” He turned big sad eyes up at Iomair. Rhavan definitely would have mentioned seeing anything odd. He pulled his ears back, wishing that he could be more helpful. Vodeva was out there somewhere, and while he was glad this blood was not associated with her, it also was not a clue as to where she could be. They were no closer to finding her.

Maybe there was more to find around the building? Something else that could help them figure this out? With his bobtail tucked, Arran put his nose to the floor and started sniffing around. He made a circle around the High King, and after a few moments, he stopped and sneezed. There was a lot of dust in here. They clearly needed to clean it out more often. What if a new pack member moved in and found it in this state? Arran wiggled his still slightly itchy nose and then got back to work. His trail made a wide arc around where the creepy idols were and then he headed for the door.

“I’m going to see if I can find any scents outside.” Arran said as he reached the door threshold. So far, he had not found anything of note, so he was not expecting to find anything outside either. He tried not to let that chill go down his spine, but it was in vain. This whole situation was creepy beyond belief, and a small part of him wondered if the destruction of Caledonia had somehow followed them to their new home. Not the same problem, sure, but would it end in the same result?
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POSTED: Wed Jan 15, 2020 10:25 pm

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Nkechi couldn't help but notice the way that Iomair seemed... detached from everything that was around him. He barely seemed to acknowledge the three that had come to join him in the tower, taking a bit long before he actually sought to address them. It was.. understandable to some degree, seeing that his wife had turned up missing. On the other hand, she couldn't help but find it a bit strange herself. So many weird things had been happening around them, so it was it wrong to not rule out that something might be happening to him too?

The males had been drawn here the same way that the females had, to the sound of the bells. The jackal let her eyes drift away from the marks, "We heard them go off too. Are we the only ones here?" Someone had to ring them right?

Iomair said there was nothing here, but then how could they have gone off? Surely not on their own.

Sigríður spoke up as well, turning her gaze on the men, "Neither one of us saw anyone coming out, just seeing you two in here when we came in. Perhaps someone had managed to slip out past us?" Her head turned to Arran declaring he was going to see if he could find any scents outside. Well, if someone had been here either before or after them, it would be the most ideal way of figuring out who.

Nkechi moved more into the tower, the hound having broken away from where she was to check around the rest of the inner space. Might as well do something if they were going to investigate. Turquoise gaze followed her companion for a moment before she turned her attention on Iomair. She wasn't pleased that neither one of them had answered her question, but she let it pass. Instead, she let her ears fall slightly, "Are you alright High King?"

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