Sing Me A Song, Piano Man

Storytelling Event

POSTED: Wed May 10, 2017 11:50 pm

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Date: May 10; Midnight
Place: Thackary Village
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Hello everyone! If you're wondering at what this is, this is a traditional event that we're starting! The idea is that on every full moon, the older members who are invested in pack history or just great narrators will gather members to tell a story to them. Since Lukos is now the only member remaining from the original leadership, he'll be the first to start us off! You don't have to reply more than once if you'd like, but pack participation is encouraged! Even if you only want to post once, that's perfectly fine.

So this was how it was, huh? This is what it's come to. With the recent death toll, the grey wolf has come to realize that he was the only remaining Anatheman that remembers the founder's face. He sat on the roof of his house, resting against the shingles as he stared at the full moon. Now that Aeron, Charm, and Gideon were gone, he was the only one left. The last living piece of history for the pack. ...Hm.. What? Not happy? Of course I'm not happy. he began to think at himself.

Why would I be happy? Everyone I knew from then is most likely dead, in the least they don't want to call this their home anymore. That tends to happen when you're too stubborn to die. Lukos gave an annoyed grunt at the stars. Look, all I'm saying is this is inevitable for as long as you live. People die all the time, those closest to you aren't an exception. Neither of them wanted to touch on the best example available. And what, I'm just supposed to dance on their graves like nothing happened? I don't mean that. Just... don't let it make you all melancholic. That's a big word. he snorted to the reply of a growl.

Hold onto their memory, not their lives. Lukos sat up, gazing down to the dark ground below. "What's the point, if I'm going to be a memory soon too.." he murmured aloud, resting an arm on his upright knee. Aaahh... You don't want to kick it yourself. If you ask me, that's a bit hypoc- I'm not scared of dying! he interrupted, gritting his teeth. I just, don't want to leave my family. To be one more name in the books of old nothings. We've only got one book- I know that.

Pita gave a sigh in his head, knowing the Atheed was too serious about the matter to poke fun at him. Then do the easiest thing there is. Pass on those memories of yours. Lukos sat quietly for a while, his alter not planning on bothering him about it anymore. The wolf felt a rising urge to call people to him, to gather under the moonlight. Raising his muzzle, the Anatheman rang out a loud howl, one that would even echo within the Caverns. He was inviting any that would join him, to come share in a night what made them a family after all.

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POSTED: Sat May 13, 2017 9:26 pm

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Two slabs of rock lay across each other, creating a triangular entrance to a low den beneath the ruins of the old house. Within the den were several items of importance to the owner of the den. A flat slab of rock made a small table, on which lay a few scattered items -a long sharp stone that could be a make-shift knife, a round black stone, and a pile of small, scattered bones.

A long wooden plank jutted from the wall, hanging from old, rusted chains. Several bottles stood on the shelf, and a package of herbs lay next to the bottles. At the far end of the den, the earth had risen up and blocked off the end of the den, making the end of the den dark.

A mass of black fur lay in the dip at the end of the den. Soft breathing filled the space, coming from the huddle of black. The wolf was tired from days of sickness. He had only recently gotten better, enough to have a small squirrel -the remains of which lay on the table.

A howl rent through the air, ringing through the den from outside. A snort and snuffle had the black mass raising a large head, revealing a splash of white on the wolf's chest. Sky-blue eyes blinked open, pearly-white fangs baring as the wolf yawned. The wolf was Discordant, a recent addition to the Anathema pack.

He knew the howl was an invitation to come, but he didn't recognize the howl's owner. Discordant didn't really want to get up, but he also didn't want to miss a potential pack meeting. Hauling himself to his feet, Discordant shook himself, scattering the earth from his fur and revealing how thin his coat was.

He stretched, clawing at the floor in front of him, leaving long gouges in the earth. Then he padded out of the den, emerging into the night air. The full moon gleamed in the sky, beckoning Discordant forward as he strode into the middle of the village. A figure sat atop one of the houses, sketched against the night sky by the light of the moon.

Discordant cocked his head to the side as he approached the house curiously. "What's going on?" he called. "Pack meeting this late?" He asked skeptically.

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Addressed: Lukos
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Mood: Curious
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"Speech" - 'Thoughts' - "Other's Speech"
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POSTED: Sun May 14, 2017 6:18 pm

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May was, as usual, holed up in the library, this time reading a book that detailed information about the human body, photographs and information on a subject who's only remaining evidence was scattered bones and the wonders that they had left behind. It was all quite fascinating, anything that the fawn girl could learn, any bit of knowledge that May could acquire was valuable to her. The female had just finished reading a passage about human reproduction and gestation and was pondering the differences between humans and canines, how humans took nine months to bring one child into the world and how a canine could birth many pups in a third of that time.

Humans also lived to be much older than canines did, as far as she knew from the books she had studied, yet the female could not seem to comprehend how they all could have died off so quickly. She was still little more than a child herself despite being nearly a year old st ten months, but a ten month old human was still as helpless as a month old pup. Sometimes it was all so confusing, but a welcoming sound drew her attention away from the book she was studying and the willowy female stood, her ears perked as the voice of Lukos rang out to her.

He was calling people together, perhaps there was a meeting or something special to be said, perhaps someone was to be promoted or new members were to be introduced? May did not know, she was simply eager to go see the fatherly male and to hear what it was that he had to say. The lithe fawn coyote mix adopted the form she was born into and began to run on spindly legs towards the village where the sound had originated, the silent feathered form of Aywin gliding wordlessly above her, simply relieved that the female was going out for once in her own accord.

"What is it Unca Lu~?" the adolescent called out in a childish tone as she skidded to a halt nearby to the sub-leader's house, spotting his light grey form perched atop his house, not seeing the dark furred newcomer at first but feeling her face heat up with embarrassment that she had unknowingly been so bold in front of a stranger, and her blonde ears folded back timidly.
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POSTED: Sun May 14, 2017 7:53 pm

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Conquest was glad to be getting over her sickness, though she had still be staying within the caves, making sure that her entire home was free of the lingering smell that seemed to tell those in Anathema that she was one of the members that had been sick. It had taken some time, but she managed to clean everything within her cave. At least now she was able to be moving around again rather than just sitting around all day. Even though she was still confined to the inside of the caverns, there were many more rooms, and with the open area, there was more chance to come across the other members of her pack to strike up at least some kind of conversation. With any luck she would be able to do this with her family. She needed some comfort with the lose she had suffered. Greed and Lust probably did too.

The dark woman's ears turned as she heard the sound of the summoning howl coming from the outside. She had at least gone outside to discover Aeron and to attend the funeral, so it wasn't like that was anything new, but what was all of this about? This howl wasn't even coming from her black and white sister. Was there something else that happened which needed her attention? There was no risk she couldn't take, so staying inside was not an option.

Making her way to the entrance closest to where she heard the howl, Conquest stepped outside. It was nice that it was already in the middle of the night. Orange gaze turned up to the sky as she felt the glow of the full moon radiating off her dark fur. Her head turned to the side, seeing the other members that had been gathered around the white male. What was going on? Stepping over to the group, her arms crossed along her chest, letting her eyes narrow down to them, "What is all of this about?"

POSTED: Mon May 15, 2017 11:52 pm

Auspicium had already gotten away with not going anywhere near any of his pack mates for a long, and almost pleasant time. His fears and self-doubt had prevented him from successfully integrating into the pack's lifestyle with the facility he may have wanted, which produced a deep feeling of shame inside of him.
The almost completely silver wolf was pacing through the forest, tormented by his own thoughts when he heard the pack-wide call. At first he felt like he wouldn't be able to move from his original spot. He still didn't know how his new family worked and the thought of doing something wrong terrified him, as he didn't want to return to his loner lifestyle for whatever reason.
It was after seconds of consideration in which he decided to head towards the source of the howl. This was the first chance he got to probably learn about his new pack, but most importantly, his new family. Wasting this chance would mean even more time absorbed in the shadows of his self-doubt, so needless to say, there was no way he would allow himself to let that seemingly endless cycle continue.

In his lupus form, acquiring a calmer look, the skinny male headed towards the Thackary Village; location which the wolf hybrid suspected the howl emerged from.
Upon arriving he silently, and attempting to be as concealed as possible, he quickly examined the pack members he had yet to meet. Those were all unknown faces to him, so instead of trying to recognise someone he might have not seen before, he directed his attention to the light-coloured wolf perching atop a rooftop, which Auspicium assumed had made the call.
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POSTED: Sat May 20, 2017 8:19 pm

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Crazy girl wants to hear a story! Lol

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It was miraculous to think that she could love, because she couldn't. But whatever pseudoscience her mind had conjured, whatever Charlie Leishman had scrambled to find in place of love—it was good enough for her. It made her feel like she was constantly in good company, having something in her life beyond herself, and beyond the vile things she was capable of. It was a miracle in the sense that something had captivated her past personal gain; she cared for this monstrous being, this Izual, nearly enough to account for some small part of her own being now. It filled a small part of the gap.

Perhaps this was part of the many reasons for her change in attitude, the reason for her prompt arrival when the call had rung out across Anathema. She stood before the house now, her shemagh pulled down to her neck, and upon doing so revealing her eyes, which couldn't so closely represent the full moon above; the moon rose and fell, and she just cast her empty gaze into the world. The world didn't move her like it did the moon, and there was no ptolemic dance, or even an ounce of gravity to that which she saw. She let others ask the questions, so her mouth remained still as she stood with her hands resting upon her belt in such a way that made her appear almost non-static. Edwin had come along too, and although Charlie had taken belligerence toward him after his mishap with Izual, the situation had cooled. He was perched faithfully atop her head, as always, though every once in awhile he darted off to hastily retrieve some snack he'd spied in the distance. Upon his return he would be carrying some morsel as a trophy of his success, but by this time Charlie had focused her sights on the moonlit Lukos. He was an intriguing creature to say the least, but his mind was vulnerable, and had quite literally broken in two; while her’s remained in one mangled pile throughout her treacherous youth. There were clear differences between them, especially in most recent events, and he was obviously deluded in believing he held any real authority over her. Control was only as real as subordinates led their masters to believe, and a person as dangerous as her wouldn't be contained by such simple constructions as rankings and a set of faded rules.

Even now, Lukos seemed preoccupied with details that needn't concern him. It was quite humorous to watch him struggle as any man might—other's pain was often amusing to her. Her scouring perceptions could see there was something on his mind, or rather, something on their mind, and the young psychopath could only wonder about what he wanted to say. Why had he gathered the bulk of Anathema here? Maybe he would finally issue a formal apology for harbouring a nuisance like Szenne, but Charlie doubted that was significant to him anymore, despite it being still quite significant to her.
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POSTED: Thu May 25, 2017 12:01 am

The pixie fighter was struggling. It was a time to rest, yet as the female laid in her starkly empty sleeping den, all her children either out wandering, living in the village, or sleeping beneath the ground, she could not seem to fall asleep. The restlessness which coursed through her made it seem to the small wolf-dog as though her eyelids were glued open, and she could not will them to remain shut.

Nyx had bore the most recent months of her life with a heavy heart, her morals being put to the test as the female underwent new trials that she had never before been forced to face. Loners had come and gone and normally running them off from the border was enough to dissuade loners from trespassing, yet somehow her face had come to be known among them, and the loners were beginning to try and retaliate against her. It was similar to the situation Nyx had been asked to assist with, in which a band of rogue loners had taken hostage three innocent merchants, and Nyx had killed two of the rogues to help save the merchants.

It had been the first time Nyx had killed someone of her own volition, and her victims had supposedly been bad people, but did bad people even deserve to die? Nyx had never killed a soul at the border regardless of how viciously they had wanted to harm her, but her shaken morals had the girl wondering if killing her foes were possibly the right path. Bad people might always be bad, but then again good people could turn bad, and there was the possibility too that a bad person could become good, who was Nyx to decide who lived or died?

Thoughts of this matter tormented the petite warrior, keeping her awake and restless, disrupting her strict schedule, and she found herself yearning for something to do. A solitary howl echoed quietly through the caverns, as if the voice had been carried from somewhere much further away, and Nyx recognized this voice all too well. He wasn't calling just for Nyx, but at the same time the grey wolf was not summoning the pack for a meeting, it was simply an invitation, and Nyx would heed it's call.

The female was a bit groggy, being an early to bed early to rise type, her limbs felt heavy after a long day of hard training and during a time when the female would normally be in bed, yet she ran towards the village, towards Lukos' house. There were already people gathered when the crimson snow maiden found her way at the base of her fellow sub-leader's house, seeing several faces gazing up towards the roof, Nyx's amethyst eyes followed suit and a silver form became visible to her, perched atop his own house. With ears perked and attention focused on the grey wolf, Nyx eagerly awaited to hear whatever would come next, moving to stand by her own daughter, who Nyx realized with an aching heart was already taller than her.

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POSTED: Thu May 25, 2017 12:55 am

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"The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell"
Optime | Night | May | Thackary Village

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Avinalora was slowly starting to get better. So, when she heard the Atheed's howl, she got out of bed. She was only wearing her long-sleeved shirt and leggings which probably wasn't enough. She pulled her anorak out of the small dresser she had and yanked her furry blanket off of the bed. The vixen stepped down the stairs, fully intending to go. And then she was stopped by a snuff.

Please tell me you are not going to that function." A low baritone asked. The fox maiden turned to see a massive boulder of a wolf lying next to the thing they called a couch. Stormblade raised his head and looked at her with a disaproving glare.

"Better question, why wouldn't I go?" The winter wraith snarked back. Her tail lashed as she turned so that her single green eye glinted. The wolf scoffed and got to his feet. He was almost as tall as the jackal and three times her weight.

"Since I can't stop you," The beast said and the silver lady nodded. He wouldn't be able to stop the stubborn female and he knew it. "I'll accompany you there and carry you." He said and the healer glared at him

"I am not a child." The desert fox hissed as her tail lashed. She was capable of walking through the Thackary without dying or something.

"You almost died." The warrior replied and moved next to her. He was almost like a horse. With a huff, the pixie pulled herself onto his back and he carried her to Lukos's house. People were already there.

"We're late." The monochrome fox hissed into the soldier's ear. She guessed that she looked comical on the Secui's back. Her ears flicked as she tried to hold herself with some dignity. She didn't bother bandaging her face so the empty socket and fresh pink scars were on display for everyone to see.

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POSTED: Fri May 26, 2017 1:13 am

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Date: May 10; Midnight
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Alright, let's get this show on the road! If anyone else wants to join up, feel free to at any time.

The first to arrive was a newer face, someone Lukos hadn't seen around too often. He could smell the faint traces of sickness on the male, glad to see that another survived the plague. The wolf from below began to ask questions, the wording of one struck the sub-leader as funny. "Late?" he chuckled down at the Anatheman, readjusting his legs. "No, sorry to disappoint, but it's nothing so necessary as a meeting." he admitted, wondering if anyone still was nocturnal in this pack. Things really have changed, more than what could be seen in a night.

Another figure trickled in from the direction of the caves, much to the grey male's delight. "Mayflower, how wonderful to see you." he addressed the young mix, using Pita's pet name. He watched as the blonde child somewhat noticeably realized that someone else was present and drew back within herself. Poor thing. he thought to himself with a slight shake of the head and a smile. Another member was close behind May, someone else who had the air of infection hanging weakly as it dissipated. "Conquest, glad to see you in good health. How is your family?" Lukos liked to think that once upon a time he was good friends with the girls grandmother, and he knew that her loss must've meant a lot to their Lykoi members.

And yet more began to appear, as another hybrid Anatheman slinked into view. This one however looked as if he wanted to be left alone, avoiding the others as Lukos wordlessly watched him from higher ground. If that was his choice, the wolf wasn't about to thrust this newcomer into the moonlight. Though it bothered him that this Anatheman also was a new face to the Atheed. He really needed to get out and greet more of his family. Though the next face to appear was much more familiar in the light of the stars. Lukos had very mixed feelings concerning the dark woman that answered his call. He had come to know less of Charlie and more of her mannerisms over time, and he swore that the woman was either trying to kill him or herself on several occasions. The full extent of her lunacy was known to the male when he found her torturing a crow from the avian system that Anathema cared for. She seemed different now though, perhaps the time she spent when he threw her in the Pits helped patch up whatever held her together, or at least the appearance of it.

"Charlie, good evening." he said to the Tuyul, not entirely sure of what else he could without sounding condescending. But his entire body practically lit up when he saw what looked to be a moonbeam itself descending into the cozy village. Pleasantly he smiled, trying not to look too gleeful. He and Nyx had just talked about many delicate subjects not too long ago, and it made him happy to see that his colleague and closest friend was doing better, at least outwardly. He only offered a simple "Nyx.", not wanting to bring too much attention to the mother in case she would rather be left alone. Still, the sweetness in his tone couldn't be anymore obvious. But strangest of all were the last two who came forward.

With the tilt of a head, Lukos watched as the, recognizable, healer rode astride another Luperci, the dignified air she was putting off only serving to add to the comical effect for the wolf. "Glad to have you Avinalora, and uh...." The awkwardness of the entrance was only paired with the fact that Lukos hadn't recognized the wolf she sat on. "Right." Not wanting to linger, Lukos looked over the crowd that had begun to form, feeling an iota of pride beginning to form.

"Brothers, sisters, though I feel at this point 'children' would be more appropriate.. I have called for you after grim times have passed in our family. Many of our older members have left us behind, and even some that were stolen long before they should have left this life. One such person, I feel obligated to mention, is the woman who held Anathema together and made sure that such a title as 'family' was more than the word it described. I've realized that many of our older traditions and histories might not last long as we continually change from what we were. So, I've decided to both commemorate the dead, and help remind everyone why you will always have a home in these lands, no matter how much time passes." Now that all the flowery introductions were out of the way, Lukos started to get into the heart of the matter.

"I would like to share with you all what it means to be Anatheman, and to teach about the circumstances from before you were even born. And naturally, what better way than a true story." he said with a smirk. He wondered how many would walk out in that moment when they learned that it was all just an old man wanting to tell stories. "Given the fact that it was long ago and much of back then was different than now, I will answer any questions you have during the tale but please," he said in earnest, "keep them brief and one at a time. We'll see the sun before I finish if I answer a hundred questions each." Yellow eyes flickering from one person to the next, Lukos gave a contented smile.

"Good. Let's begin."

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POSTED: Sun Jun 11, 2017 10:32 pm

The timid girl was there waiting, looking up at the grey wolf who had helped to raise her and her brother and who'd provided them with food and support. He'd taught May to read and well, he'd tried to teach Inca too, but Inca was more interested in the fighting aspects of life than May was. More and more people began to file into the area, and May noticed a certain dark figure walk up and look up at Lukos on his roof, and the girl's heart sank into her feet. It was Charlie, and after what had happened, the mere thought of Charlie filled the willowy teen with fear, let along the sight of her.

It wasn't until the fawn colored girl's mother made an appearance and stood beside her that May began to feel a bit more secure. There was nothing that Charlie could do to her here anyways. It was a public event, there were plenty of people around to intervene in the off chance that Charlie decided she didn't want any witnesses to her dismembering party. May smiled weakly over at her mother and the small female did her best to put this entirely rational fear behind her. The young girl noticed Auspicium among them and she turned and smiled at her acquaintance. They had met before, when the girls own had stolen his prey and refused to apologize for it, but May had liked to think that this had been a sort of bonding experience for the two near strangers.

When Lukos began to speak, May turned her head once more to look up at him. He spoke of times past and of commemorating the dead and telling stories of how Anathema used to be. To this, the young learner perked up, her ears pushed forwards as she listened intently and a small smile spread once more across her face. So this would be an opportunity to learn, and May was suddenly very glad that she had come. There was an opportunity to learn something that May had never before known, and the girl was infatuated with moments such as these.
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