Edge of two worlds

Tolkien

POSTED: Tue Mar 05, 2019 1:45 am

Optime | Just outside Bathurst; midday | NPCs: Pan, Muddy, & Saul (+618)

Saul is wearing this.

Spring would be there soon. She could feel it in the sun's rays, could smell it on the wind. She had managed to whether the coldest season of the year, and she had done it all on her own. She hadn't lost not one of her beloved companions, and while it was a feat she was proud of, she was eager for the warmer weather of the growing season to arrive. Her medical studies had been nearly brought to a halt without a pack to tend to, and she was excited to have more to do with her days again other than chores or hunting. And, too, she was ready to trade the depressing grey for vibrant colors. It was something, she was sure, would help to keep her from missing her family and old packmates as much.

With the weather bring nicer that day, the Creo had brought her two hoofed companions out to one of the open meadows near Bathurst. It would do Muddy and Saul good to stretch their legs and forage, and Asura was interested in checking out a particular patch of flora growth that she had spied while out hunting the evening before. Pan had, as always, accompanied her out. Her other two bird companions, Peck and Thanos, had decided to stay back at home where it was warm. Peck had started to become less active in recent weeks, and Asura hoped that the warmer weather would bring him back to his usual self.

Upon reaching the meadow, Asura had let Muddy and Saul roam free. They were obedient enough that she didn't have to worry about them wandering off, and, so, she could preoccupy herself with the patch she had been keen on investigating. Muddy, her draft-bred stallion, did not stray far from his rider. He was outfitted with his usual outing gear, a just-in-case preparation that Asura had developed a habit of upon becoming a Loner.

Saul, meanwhile, meandered and grazed a little further from his Luperci master. The bull elk, too, was adorned in his usual attire to help distinguish him from, hopefully, being made someone's next meal. His brightly and boldly-colored reins and collar were things that her father and brother had traded for some time ago. The tassels attached to his tallest tines were something she had managed to barter for before the pack had disbanded, and the Creo had been forced to keep her venturing short.

The elk grazed leisurely, his ears flicking as sound reached them, and he would occasionally raise his mighty head to look about for danger. While he had been domesticated long before he had come under Asura’s care, there were instincts still instilled in Saul that could never be broken. When he spied nothing nefarious lurking about, he sauntered over to a new patch of sprouting vegetation.

Asura had wandered off to do her own thing. She made sure, however, to still be within in the meadow, and within yelling distance of Saul and Muddy. Due to the warmer temperatures that day, Asura had forgone any clothing, opting only to bring along her knife and her seal-skin satchel with her. She kept an ear out, and would occasionally take a sniff at the breeze to make sure there weren’t any other predators about.

Her doing research things and the two beasts eating, Pan circled about to bide the time. He swooped and banked, making laps around the meadow as he tried to find a way to entertain himself. Eventually, movement on the far side of the open ground caught his attention, and the raven made a sharp u-turn to investigate.

Asura Creo

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POSTED: Sat Mar 09, 2019 4:00 am

He had left her alone again.

Tolkien had awoken just as the sun had begun to peek its sleepy head through the clouds, and she had been forced to wander their tiny patch of land searching for the trail that would lead her to Solas. He was nowhere to be found, but there was a small smearing of blood that seemed promising – though it only dripped a few feet before disappearing all together. His disappearances worked in cycles, and as the day grew longer and he did not return a hungry Tolkien was forced to hunt on her own.

It was something that she had never been particularly good at – her family had always run together to take down larger prey, her brothers eager to out run one another to the local warrens of rabbits or squirrels. The silvery girl was not particularly fast, but she was bold; always eager to take on something too big or too strong despite her better judgement.

It was one of the reasons she had decided to abandon her family to follow Solas.

He had found her in the quiet of a sprawling meadow hunting mice – and despite the fact that he had been a stranger she had found herself drawn to him immediately. Though his eyes were difficult to read there had always been something kind about the dark slant of his mouth. They had begun an adventure together that had seen her through mighty forests and beautiful coast lines and all of it filled her head with frighteningly beautiful dreams of the life that they could have.

But now he was gone. Absent. Again.

Some weeks he was like a ghost, drifting in and out of her life at will.

Some weeks he would sleep curled around her, his head pillowed against the thick ruff of her silvery fur.

A long sigh rippled through her as she bounded into a trot, following a particularly heady scent trail that had her weaving through the trees in deep concentration. She never appreciated the way the forest went silent as she passed through it, as if the entire canopy was waiting with bated breath for her to pass by. Birds would sometimes titter to each other from their branches, a quiet warning to anyone that would listen.

A twig snapped and she straightened suddenly, her ears straining to discern the location of her prey. Her tail stuck out straight behind her, stiff with anticipation before the beast presented itself, swaying a heavy rack of antlers as it dropped its head to graze. Tolkien gulped, her eyes drawn to the pale fur that marked the creatures rump – though even more peculiar were the red objects that dangled from its mouth and tynes.

Was it injured?

Without thinking she prowled forward, dropping from her alert position to slither through what remained of the snow to get a better idea of what this creature was infected with.

Feel free to pp the elk turning around and scaring the bajesus out of poor Tolki xD


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POSTED: Thu Mar 14, 2019 6:27 pm

NPCs: Pan, Muddy, & Saul (+435)

They all think Tolkien was hunting Saul xD

Saul's ears flickered as he heard quieted movement nearby. He picked his head up from his grazing, his dark eyes searching the open ground for trouble. The elk was stock-still until he spotted what had disturbed his eating. A she-wolf of dark, greyish hues stalked boldly out into the snow-covered meadow towards him. He turned, waving his mighty rack in warning of what was to come if the predator continued her current course. His breath came out in steamy, white puffs as he snorted. When he had felt the wolf had come too close, he charged, cloven hooves loud and thunderous upon the crusted snow.

Above, Pan let out an alarming squawk upon realizing that Saul had perceived the unknown wolf as a threat. He swooped downward to fly alongside the charging elk before cutting back up into the sky and circling. “Wolf no hunt! Wolf no kill Saul!”

Upon hearing the raven's cries, Asura stood up from where she had previously crouched. Turquoise eyes scoured the open meadow for her bird, eventually spotting him circling around and around over something on a far side. She ran to Muddy who was, thankfully, close, and swung up onto his broad back. With a sharp kick to his sides, she spurred the stallion towards the commotion. She would never forgive herself if she’d let her father and brother’s companion become someone’s meal!

Muddy made the short trip a fraction of what it would have been on foot, and his taller height allowed her to come into view of what was going on that much faster. It was a wolf, and it looked like they had angered the bull elk who stomped after it, trying to catch the predator between his front hooves. “Saul!” Asura barked. “Saul, stop!”

She rode the draft stallion to intersect the elk and his victim, the sight of the Muddy charging towards him causing Saul to break from his pursuit. He whirled, throwing his mighty rack back as he trotted a distance away before stopping. His eyes remained firmly on the she-wolf. He shook out his coat, jingling the tassels on his antlers and his decorative reins. He snorted from his distance, and Pan came to perch on his back.

Asura brought the horse to a stop, and let out a frustrated sigh as she dismounted from Muddy, who, too, snorted, and pawed at the snow. She searched for the wolf that her elk had been hellbent on stomping. “I’m sorry, but, if you’re hungry, you’ll have to find food elsewhere.”

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POSTED: Sun Mar 24, 2019 12:12 am

She was captivated by the length of the creature’s antlers – much wider than anything she had ever seen on any white-tailed buck or antlerless doe. The ridge of fur along his throat was shaggy and swung as he realized that she was there, his moist muzzle parting to issue a rumbling call that had her frozen in place. The red pieces of him dangled loosely, and she snapped her teeth with sudden fear, anticipating that they would launch from him and tangle her feet or encompass her muzzle.

Something far above cried out and she flattened her ears, tucking her tail so that it hid up against her stomach as the beast launched toward her – scuffing his hooves in the dirt and tossing his mighty rack. His cloven hooves stamped on either side of her and bit the earth like teeth, and she yelped loudly as he lowered his head toward her. She was shocked to find a burden-beast (a word stolen from Woodsmoke) trotting towards her with a creature growing out of its back.

”Saul, Stop!”

”What?”

Tolkien lowered herself to the snow, and watched as the wolf-like creature slipped from the animals back and commanded that everyone settle.

She had a voice rife with warmth despite its tone, and Tolkien felt herself creeping forward, the silvery green of her eyes deeply curious. The horse was snorting and tossing its smooth head, and she remembered seeing the wild creatures bucking and galloping through the fields of Drifter Bay. With all the animals calmed the woman turned her pretty blue eyes toward her, and Tolkien straightened to allow a nervous wag of her tail.

”I um… don’t think I would be able to take him down alone.” She squeaked and ducked her head, ”I am alone and not very….” Big, good – words rippled through her and she lost her tongue. ”Hungry.”

Her teeth clicked and she took a deep breath, ”What in gods name are you?”

Poor Tolkien xD


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POSTED: Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:57 am

NPCs: Pan, Muddy, & Saul (+###)


The other seemed to relax a little when Asura turned her attention onto them, though, still looked unsure of what was going on as they offering a nervous tail wag. The silver wolfdog took an inquisitive sniff in their direction. Their slimmer face and figure, combined with their voice and smell told Asura that they were female. The lack of a group scent upon the stranger meant they were as much of a Loner as Asura herself was.

Asura offered a soft chuckle at the woman’s nervous words. “Yes, I think you’d need at least three or four wolves to bring Saul down,” she agreed, looking back over her shoulder at the elk. Saul snorted, continuing to watch the two predators from his distance. “Maybe two if you have two big males.” Her brother and uncle could have taken down such a beast easy. The invasive thought caused her to shake her head, not wanting to think about her family.

Turning her attention back to the wolf, Asura’s delicate brows furrowed, obviously confused by the question. Surely, the woman could recognize another wolf hybrid, and it would be a true question of her intelligence if she couldn’t figure out that they were of the same sex.

A sound of wingbeats caught Asura’s attention. With a swoop, Pan had glided over to perch on Muddy’s saddle. He stared down at the Lupus canine, eyeing her with each eye. “Pan raven! Raven! Raven!” The dark-feathered companion squawked from his perch on Muddy. He bobbed up and down excitedly with each word. “You wolf! Silly wolf!”

She turned her turquoise gaze back on the four-legged woman as something entered her thoughts. Is she…? “I’m a Luperci,” Asura replied at last, taking off her satchel and hanging it off of her stallion’s saddle. She came to kneel before the other woman. “You’re one of those that can’t shift, aren’t you?” Asura had never met or seen a non-shifter before. Her parents and uncle had often spoken of them, but the concept had seemed almost like a fairy tale to the young medic.

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POSTED: Tue Mar 26, 2019 1:04 am

There were a great many things in this world that Tolkien did not understand. She did not comprehend how Solas could not see that she was devoted to him; completely and utterly love-struck by his brooding face and the dark set of his eyes. She was a girl from the middle of nowhere, held back from the savageries of the world to be brought up in a land rife with ancient tradition.

The thing that stood before her now was like a shadow of this belief.

There were great branching things where its hands were supposed to be, long clawed as if to match the antlers on its great-beast. Asura’s arms dangled at her sides as the raven flapped to perch on the horses saddle, its large feathered wings rustling so loudly that Tolkien felt herself crouch down pathetically. Everything was moving too fast and too loud, and when the woman spoke she couldn’t help the pitiful whine that built up in her throat.

”He… has a name?” She finally managed, blinking up at the glaring elk, ”I…”

She couldn’t continue, for the raven had started speaking.

"What is happening.”

Tolkien felt lightheaded. She longed for the stoic Solas and the defensive posture that he took around her whenever she was exposed to something new… which was often, apparently.

”A Luperci?” She coughed, ”Are you sick? Were you born… this… way?”

I am so sorry this is so short :(


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Amanda
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POSTED: Fri Mar 29, 2019 12:19 am

NPCs: Pan, Muddy, & Saul (+###)

LMFAO that Lady Gaga link xD

The she-wolf was overwhelmed, Asura realized the longer she looked at the other woman. She recognized the telltale signs, having seen similar actions made by Sapient’s ex-cook, Colton. Though, the wolf-jackal had been rather skittish and cowardly to begin with, it was similar enough. It made Asura wonder where she might have come from if looking at Asura’s companions brought such a panic to her.

Asura’s onyx ears flicked back as she realized that the woman was spiraling downward and doing so quickly. Wherever the she-wolf had come from, they were obviously very isolated from the Luperci virus and all of the things often associated with it. “Calm down,” the medic tried to soothe, showing the woman her palms, “Take a breath.” The woman would work herself into a panic if she wasn’t careful, and that was the last thing Asura wanted.

Still, the situation was a foreign and new to Asura as it probably was to the she-wolf. One wrong move, and the medic feared that the ashen woman might faint on her, turn tail, or, worse, decide to attack what she didn’t understand!

“Yes, as was my mother before me, and her mother before her. I’m not sick, not in the traditional sense, anyways,” she replied calmly, chuckling softly in an attempt to show friendliness to the frightened woman. “I can shift, that’s what I mean by ‘Luperci.’ I can change my form. I can look like you—with four legs instead of two hands and two feet—if I wanted to.” Asura dared not demonstrate before the woman though, not until she no longer had the chance of behaving unpredictably.

“Silly wolf stuck?” Pan asked, his beady eyes still watching the ashen female.

Ze is niet besmet, Pan,” Asura explained to the sooty bird in Dutch, hoping to avoid further agitating the woman by not saying a particular word in Common that might have triggered another freak-out session. “She’s not a Luperci like me. Ze is van de oude manier.

Turning her attention back on the other woman, Asura asked kindly, “I take it that you’re new to the area?” It would explain why she was so overwhelmed by Asura and her companions. The realm was infested with Luperci, the fact that the woman was the first non-Luperci speaking volumes about how nested the virus was in the area.

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