[m] well he dug her up and he dug her down

before too long he found some bones

POSTED: Mon Jul 28, 2014 2:02 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


-- Ethereal Eclipse.

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He needed to hunt. He needed to provide. Sepirah's belly swelled again, and duty called to him. He would be a father again, and with Mirutes. His sister was but a vessel for their true sons. Her body and blood would serve their purpose well, however. Without her between them, sealing for good and all what they were, Machidael suspected this would not work. It would fail, lacking a godly vessel to deliver the true sons of Machidael Lykoi and Mirutes Mwinyi. That she shared blood with Machidael made it all the better.

The jackal clutched his spear, seated on his pale white horse. Bethesda no longer belonged to Machia, he'd decided. His daughter was not worthy of any horse. She must walk where she wished to go. She had not protested -- she was weak, and weak-willed. He would have raged, fought, and stolen what he could not have. That is, if he allowed someone to bestow things upon him in the first place. Machidael had never acquiesced well to authority, yet his daughter accepted his yolk willingly. His firstborn was a failure -- yet she would soon be replaced. His sons were coming.

Tightening his grip on the spear, the hybrid took his horse forward through the forest. He'd have a moose, even if he needed to fetch Meryre or Maatkare or both to help him drag it back to the castle. He would make sure Sepirah ate well and frequently. It was his duty.

Machidael Sutekh Lykoi
  • Adopt Machidael's babies with Mirutes (via Sepirah): son Ossidael is playable 25 Sept. Creepy god-complex children, yes? Yes!
  • Pretty much always open for plots of nastiness (attacks, creeping, etc.). Also flings, raunchy sex, etc.
  • Machidael has large quantities of opium for trade, as well as baby Cape Cobra snakes.

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Luperci Inverted Chaos Star Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides,
Who seek the truth around them,
And discover we are and have always been in paradise. the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
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POSTED: Fri Aug 01, 2014 8:47 pm

Today was experimental. As soon as Ocèane dropped the heavy saddle on Evadne’s back, she knew this was the case. Her mare shifted with the familiar but uncomfortable weight and whinnied in grudging curiosity, craning her long neck to try and get a view at what exactly this was for. The Aston then fit her horse with the bit and bridle, pulling the reins taught, and it was a relief that she didn’t struggle. Evadne still held a touch of her feral nature, and it had taken her a long time to break her in well enough for safe riding. The Hineyu still found herself struggling occasionally to keep her companion in check, but they were slowly getting to the point of riding mastery. Through the course of taming the mare, Ocèane had been able to seek out the Elans, or horse masters of AniWaya, and take their council into consideration. Over the course of the difficult task, she’d become much more skilled in the breaking and taming of the powerful creatures, even if there was still a long way to go.

Once all the tack was in place, Ocèane swung herself up and settled, Evadne only scuffing her hooves briefly in protest, before quieting enough for the woman to guide her. She broke into a trot and woman and horse cut across the territory, heading for the thick forest of Ethereal Eclipse.

Their task was simple; to scout out areas rich in potential for firewood and burning oils. It was her task as a Fire Maker to make sure there was always a steady supply of these items, and the areas in and nearby AniWaya had grown scarce, and as one of the few in the fire tending tier with a horse, the Aston took it upon herself to take an adventure away from home. She’d been restless inside of the borders so long, and it was a relief when she was far enough away to urge the pale mare into a run. The wind combed and whipped her hair and ruffled her fur, making the smile on Ocèane’s face unavoidable. It was only broken when she caught wind of a stranger cutting across their path.

As quickly as her reflexes would allow, the Hineyu pulled her weight back and yanked on Evadne’s reins, sending the horse into a sideways slide across the leaf-litter as she tried to stop. It was a miracle they didn’t hit any trees, and even more so when they didn’t ram into the red jackal on his white horse only a yard before them. Evadne snorted loudly at the sudden stop, and even more when Ocèane urged her back a few steps. “Pardonnez mon ignorance, monsieur.” She slipped into French during her apology, not realizing she had done so with the adrenaline humming in her veins. The Aston brushed her dark, windswept hair from her eyes and focused on the stranger she’d narrowly avoided crashing into. “I didn’t see you there.”

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POSTED: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:03 pm

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Perhaps if he hadn't been absorbed into his hunting, he'd have heard her sooner. As it was, the hybrid thought of only the food awaiting him, and how much it was needed back in the castle. Sepirah needed to eat. He wished to lock her up like Varenna, to keep her in his sight always -- but he had Mirutes this time, and the sons she carried were his, too. The jackal needn't worry about Sepirah getting into trouble again.

Even as small and weak as she was, Meryre would not have given half the trouble as Bethesda did. The white horse noticed long before Machidael, and began pulling and tugging. She disobeyed him, starting forward more quickly after the prey than the jackal had intended. It was only once she'd tensed almost beyond his control that he snapped up and listened. He would have turned the horse, but she was busy disobeying him and trying to run away.

Certain he was being attacked, the only thing Machidael considered was the spear. The horse was of no consequence: there were a hundred others like her. The rust-hued jackal vaulted from the animals back, holding the spear tightly and high above him so he did not stab himself with it or damage it in the landing. It was, as unexpected efforts go, halfway successful. He did manage to avoid stabbing himself, and the spear remained intact, but he landed awkwardly. Though he managed to catch his feet a fleeting moment, they quickly tumbled out from beneath him, and the jackal landed in a heap as his horse bolted.

Machidael's cherry-colored eyes spared only a glance for the fleeting hindquarters of his horse. She was headed in the general direction of the castle -- but he had no way of telling whether that was her destination or whether she simply needed to flee. He brought the spear around instead, crouching down and holding it up at the ready. What he'd expected, however, did not occur -- something changed in the animal's hoofbeats as it drew very near. There was a strange skidding noise, and the horse that exploded from the underbrush was not facing him. Neither, he saw, was the woman an attacking warrior.

The words that first tumbled from her mouth were strange, and the jackal could not comprehend them. The rest were English -- but they made him bare his teeth. No horse, he said, pointing in the direction where his horse had gone. No food. No deer. He pointed in the other direction. You, he added, pointing squarely at her.

Machidael Sutekh Lykoi
  • Adopt Machidael's babies with Mirutes (via Sepirah): son Ossidael is playable 25 Sept. Creepy god-complex children, yes? Yes!
  • Pretty much always open for plots of nastiness (attacks, creeping, etc.). Also flings, raunchy sex, etc.
  • Machidael has large quantities of opium for trade, as well as baby Cape Cobra snakes.

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Luperci Inverted Chaos Star Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides,
Who seek the truth around them,
And discover we are and have always been in paradise. the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
hell's teeth smiling
The Prince of Discord
setnakhte
sir psycho sexy

POSTED: Wed Aug 06, 2014 11:43 pm

Even as Ocèane threw her whole weight back, the woman against her horse was not a very even distribution of power. Reins strained and Evadne whinnied in frustration, her head snapped back against her will. The horse knew that she was in danger of colliding with an obstacle up ahead, but she was much too proud and frustrated with the woman’s sudden change of course to obey her fully. She continued to run several more yards, and it was only when Ocèane snarled in demand and put effort anew into tugging the mare into control that she was forced to stop short, skidding oddly but managing to stay on her feet when they burst through the trees. The Hinyu teetered dangerously in the saddle, but she stood up against the stirrups and regained balance, only turning her attention to the man when she was no longer in peril of falling from Evadne’s back. After the words of apology fell from her lips, it was very clear she’d caused more trouble than she planned.

Seafoam eyes snapped quickly to watch the tail of the red man’s horse vanish into the underbrush, the sound of stampeding hooves and crashing evident even after she was long gone. Breathing heavily from her effort into stopping her own horse, Ocèane now turned her attention to the man on the ground, and was greeted by the sharp end of a spear. Immediately, the Hineyu fell into defense. She dropped Evadne’s reins and slowly rose her hands. “Woah, easy.” She then gingerly set her palms against the saddle and swung her body over, dropping into a crouch when she hit the ground. She stayed low, on eye level with the other male to try and even their circumstances so that he wouldn’t feel threatened, and to see that she wasn’t a threat. “I’m so, so sorry. Evadne isn’t very easy to control- I’m sorry.” Despite her obvious show of innocence, she didn’t show a hint of fear, even if her stomach was broiling with it. Fear shining clearly on her face would just give him more confidence that he could scare her, so she kept her chin high despite her vulnerability. “I… I could chase after your horse and try to lead her back; she can’t be that far off. Easy, there.” Her toffee-colored hands were still held carefully in front of her, trying to gain some sort of hesitation or forgiveness for her idiocy, though her eyes never left the spear.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 10, 2014 5:38 am

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Machidael vibrated with rage. He was not used to being unhorsed -- though it had certainly happened a time or two before. Some horses were ill-suited to raiding, and it was difficult to tell how a new mount would fare in the heat of battle. Training was never equivalent to the true fight -- this truth had felled horses and their riders alike in the desert before. It was more than the horse, though. Even if she caught the horse and brought it back, he was still out an hour's hunting. Woman mine, baby have, he growled through teeth that were mostly off-white, with one shiny gold outlier. How feed now?

If he hadn't been so enraged, he might have sooner recognized the same group scent on her as on Olivia -- or even their similarity of appearance. He did not generally care for group allegiance, nor familial relationships other than his own (and sometimes not even at that). Given that his good experiences with others were few and far between, however, and the recentness of his encounter, Machidael recalled this meeting and Olivia at an instant. His snarl did not so much as soften, but his brows quirked. Slowly, the gears in his head turned. He understood after a painstakingly long moment of consideration, and as understanding dawned, so did an idea.

AniWaya you. Horse many AniWaya. Give that one. He pointed at her white horse. Or give horse. He did not care if it was this particular horse -- although their similarity of color would have made for an excellent trade -- or any other. The jackal straightened from his defensive crouch, and now -- having secured a deal that would replace Bethesda with a greater horse -- his expression softened from pure rage to extreme displeasure. Perhaps most importantly to the chocolate-hued woman, the point of the spear retracted, and pointed skyward. No lie, he advised. Horse many AniWaya. Olivia say. He dropped the name of her packmate shamelessly, thinking his familiarity with her -- however minor -- would increase his favor with this AniWayan.

Machidael Sutekh Lykoi
  • Adopt Machidael's babies with Mirutes (via Sepirah): son Ossidael is playable 25 Sept. Creepy god-complex children, yes? Yes!
  • Pretty much always open for plots of nastiness (attacks, creeping, etc.). Also flings, raunchy sex, etc.
  • Machidael has large quantities of opium for trade, as well as baby Cape Cobra snakes.

User avatar
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Luperci Inverted Chaos Star Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides,
Who seek the truth around them,
And discover we are and have always been in paradise. the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
hell's teeth smiling
The Prince of Discord
setnakhte
sir psycho sexy

POSTED: Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:48 am

Even before the strange jackal spoke his demands, Ocèane was trying to find a way out of the situation. It seemed she’d gotten herself into quite a predicament; which she was commonly good at doing. Usually it was her undying curiosity that led to her bad situations; this time, though, it had been ignorance. Perhaps the more dangerous of the pair. Yet when the male barked harshly once more, speaking words of sense saying he had a child to feed, she felt some form of guilt. It was hard to bring to the surface, given the fact this particular stranger didn’t seem to have much sympathy due to the sharp spear pointed near her face, but it was still there. The Hineyu knew the struggle of feeding an expectant mother, as she had been in the position once before. And she’d chased off his means of getting food.

His next words, though, brought an feeling of guilt or sympathy she may have held crashing to the ground. How does he know this of AniWaya? Came the thought, loud and demanding, in the forefront of her mind. It was not answered until the very end, when he dropped mention of a powerful name that brought Ocèane a look of shock and disbelief, though one she managed to quickly wipe from her face. This changed the entire game; if he knew of her daughter, the loner could use this knowledge against her. Yet, there was the question of how much he knew about Olivia. Had she told him scarce few words or had she given him invaluable information about AniWaya and her own family? She would have to take a guess. “Evadne is not an option.” Came the response, sharp and the message very clear, even if he didn’t understand the half of it. As she spoke, the Fire Maker set her palm on her horse’s chest and backed her up several steps to put distance between her and the dangerous man. Some relief passed over her as he lowered the spear, though she knew how easily he could raise it again.

Her next words would be a gamble; Ocèane was betting on how much her daughter had told the red man. “AniWaya’s horses aren’t good for riding. They’re all trained for labor and how to pull carts.” Over her many travels out of Nova Scotia, the woman had become good at lying. Even then, it was only a partial fib; the majority of the tribe’s horses were trained only for heavy labor and cart-lugging- trying to ride one of them would be dangerous.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 17, 2014 11:18 pm

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The jackal huffed a breath. His rage was steadily fading. He was owed something by this woman, whether that was her horse or something else. Not good Evadne, he said, dismissing the white horse immediately. She was pale-colored, like Bethesda, like Cassandra that had cut his nipple off. The rust-hued jackal did not like white things very much, it seemed, though that hadn't mattered much a moment ago when he'd demanded the pale horse as payment.

Okay. He narrowed his eyes. A workhorse wasn't much use to him: Machidael did not till land, he did not haul carts, and the idea of owning a beast of burden -- even if briefly, only to trade the horse off -- did not appeal. Olivia hadn't ridden a horse, and clearly, this white-colored beast was not the best choice for riding. The same could be said for Bethesda, of course, but that didn't seem to matter much to Machidael. Her loss was his gain, for the moment anyway -- if he was owed, he'd have his due.

What give? he asked. Some give. What have? he demanded of her. His fingers wiggled on the spear as if to remind her of its existence.

Machidael Sutekh Lykoi
  • Adopt Machidael's babies with Mirutes (via Sepirah): son Ossidael is playable 25 Sept. Creepy god-complex children, yes? Yes!
  • Pretty much always open for plots of nastiness (attacks, creeping, etc.). Also flings, raunchy sex, etc.
  • Machidael has large quantities of opium for trade, as well as baby Cape Cobra snakes.

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Luperci Inverted Chaos Star Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides,
Who seek the truth around them,
And discover we are and have always been in paradise. the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
hell's teeth smiling
The Prince of Discord
setnakhte
sir psycho sexy

POSTED: Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:38 pm

Ocèane’s horse may not have been of great value, but even the thought of pawning her off to some stranger made her stomach boil. Evadne had been with her for a long time; they’d practically grown up with each other. She may only be able to go short distances with a rider and still have too much of a wild heart in her, but the woman and her horse were glued together with some strong force. She was her only constant companion on her long travels, and the mare was an invaluable treasure to her. Machidael may not usually have been this unkind and demanding on another occasion, but she could see in his odd eyes that he had his heart set only on getting what he wanted. Who knew what he would do if he’d gotten ahold of Evadne and had been displeased; she wouldn’t put it past him to chop the horse up right there and have a feast.

When the jackal accepted her bluff without even a raised brow, Ocèane had to refrain from letting out a sigh of relief. Instead, she kept her expression skillfully blank, suddenly grateful for how often she had lied in her childhood. “Right,” She hadn’t missed the slight tip of the lowered spear, bringing the danger back to the forefront of her mind. She rose her hands slightly from where they had been lowered near her waist, taking a careful half-step backwards. She was being extremely cautious; even though the stranger’s fiery rage had seemed to have been deflated, she was aware of the glimmer in his eyes that meant to her maybe he wasn’t completely there. And she knew that messing with those who were unstable was like tiptoeing through daisies; he could snap quickly and plunge the spear into her stomach without warning. The thought took her another step backwards.

Ocèane, however, did not want to run. She knew how easy it would be to swing up onto Evadne and leave this odd red loner in the dust; but if she did that, she would leave him fuming, and he looked like somebody who would look for revenge. And she couldn’t let him come after her family, no matter how small or broken it was. However much it displeased her, she would have to give him something in payment for her mistake. She told herself it wasn’t for him; it was for the baby he had mentioned that was coming. As long as he hadn’t lied, that was. The Hinyu wracked her mind for what she could give, examining him for any sign of what he might want. “Tobacco.” She blurted, the thought slipping into her mind. The loner looked like somebody who would value substances like that; AniWaya had a fair store of tobacco, and Ocèane had only used the stuff on rare occasion. There was too much to spare; it was a good trade, if she had guessed right, and it would please him. “AniWaya has tobacco plants. Do you like that? I can bring you some. To some meeting place, or you could come to the borders.” Ocèane was a good two yards away from the stranger’s pointy stick, and was less tense then she had been before. Even then, she kept her ears erect and her eyes sharp; this was no time to get comfortable.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
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POSTED: Mon Sep 01, 2014 10:12 pm

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Machidael was glad he knew the name of her pack. Were it not for Olivia, he would have been at a loss. Now, though -- if she turned on him and left him here, he'd know where to go and seek his vengeance. Given some time to recover from the birthing, he might accompany Sepirah on a trek north. Surely a rail-thin new mother, pleading for mercy and food, would be well-received. Machidael did not generally play the long game -- he preferred his vengeance then and there, and often lost patience and motivation even when he did think up longer schemes.

Tobacco, he repeated, savoring the word. Carya had good smoke for him, once upon a time in the north. He'd only been able to grab hold of dry, dirty stuff since. Occasionally, he found wild patches of growth -- but this, too, required time and sunlight. You leave, I take. Machidael pointed at the earth between them, straightening up and regarding her with sharp red eyes. When no moon, I come. He pointed again at the earth. Here. The jackal's small muzzle split into a grin, revealing his golden tooth. Or come Aniwaya, me. The jackal shrugged his coal-hued shoulders. He'd leave the choice to her.

Machidael Sutekh Lykoi
  • Adopt Machidael's babies with Mirutes (via Sepirah): son Ossidael is playable 25 Sept. Creepy god-complex children, yes? Yes!
  • Pretty much always open for plots of nastiness (attacks, creeping, etc.). Also flings, raunchy sex, etc.
  • Machidael has large quantities of opium for trade, as well as baby Cape Cobra snakes.

User avatar
Sie
Luperci Inverted Chaos Star Righteous are those who look up and sway with the wind,
Who look down and dance with the shifting of the soil,
Who swim with the movement of the tides,
Who seek the truth around them,
And discover we are and have always been in paradise. the angel of the lord led me into the belly of the holy mother
hell's teeth smiling
The Prince of Discord
setnakhte
sir psycho sexy

POSTED: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:03 am

The pleasure on Machidael’s face was clear, and at his approving expression, a thousand weights seemed to be lifted from her shoulders. She’d found a good medium; she no longer needed to fear the red man and his spear. Her family could stay safe; her daughters and her brothers and even her old love who she harbored too many dwindling feelings for. Even then, Ocèane had never assumed the jackal to be of too much power; the Hineyu doubted he and whoever his allies may be could lead much of an attack against her home. And it was unlikely he would lead a huge charge against AniWaya just for Ocèane’s simple mistake. Even then, she could never be too careful. The woman realized then that she would do anything for her broken family, and the thought scared her.

The Fire Maker, preoccupied, had missed his first couple of words, but had quickly tuned back in with an intense fire in her gaze. She nodded slowly, carefully, briefly glancing around the area and inhaling to imprint it in her mind. The exact smell, exact route, the odd curve of that tree’s trunk; it was engraved, bound with the safety of all she cared for. “I’ll bring you tobacco on the night of the next New Moon. I promise.” She didn’t need to lie. She wouldn’t cheat him out. Machidael’s half-crazed eyes and sharp spear had spooked her into complete cooperation. Even then, she was glad to have made a compromise.

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Luperci the rules of paradise are never nice
I want your fears, your hopes
the whole kaleidoscope

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