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POSTED: Thu Jan 26, 2017 1:08 am

A shape walked through the forest known as the Dampwoods. The form was about the size of a wolf, but skinny and had long legs, tail, and ears. She walked in her Secui form, but the only indicator that she was in the form was the black mane cascading down her neck. The female had painfully short fur and a large foxlike tail. Her head was narrow and her muzzle didn't taper. The woman had a pair of large ears adorning her head. She seemed like an unholy cross between deer and fox: long legs, a fox's face, and a fox's tail.

The halfling was silver in color, almost white as snow. A darker silver hue came in the form of a grizzled saddle that went from her ears to her tail. The saddle had black hairs scattered through it here and there. Her bushy tail had a white tip. The canine's eyes were two different shades of green. The left eye was a dark shade of green, the right a degree lighter. A black nose sniffed the air as she walked. Her fur said winter but her eyes screamed spring.

The ghost was dressed in clothing. A peculiar garment covered her body. It was secured at her chest and went over her back like a cape. It was lined with fur and had a hood. The garment was silvery in color and the fur on the inside was white. A scarf was wrapped around the waif's neck, protecting her from the cold. Her long legs were also covered. Silvery-white fabric covered them. The Luperci's front legs were covered from her wrist to her elbows and her hind legs were covered from her hock to halfway up her haunch. Under the garment was a bandage concealing a healing wound on her shoulder. A satchel was also carried on her person. A moon-shaped pendant hung from the girl's neck.

The vixen's eyes were broken, glassy and shattered. She walked with uncertainty, an air of paranoia and sadness surrounding her. She looked like she was made of glass, it seemed that the slightest wind might knock her over. The apparition had been shaken and snapped so many times. If every blow to her had been corporeal, she would be riddled with scars. But those scars were on her psyche. And those were the hardest to deal with.

Avinalora didn't know why she was out here. She never did know why she did the things she did. Why did she leave Anathema's lands? Why didn't she bring anyone with her? The fox maiden couldn't explain why she did such things. She had become so shattered, the world was in shades of grey for her. The world was changing but she couldn't. Change was bad. That's all the jackal knew.

The winter wraith didn't know where she was safe. She had been attacked too many times. But sometimes it felt that she had a death wish. The Anatheman healer knew that the world wasn't safe for her. It was obvious now that she had every scrap of naivety ripped away from her. But did she care if she died? The jackal mutt wasn't sure anymore.

Maybe it was because the moonlit vixen was too afraid to get attached to her new pack mates? If she distanced herself from her pack, she might not get hurt. Before, she thought that packs lasted forever. But now she knew. The ex-Midnighter thought that Midnight Shores would be around for a long time to come. But apparently, the island pack had not withstood the tests of time. Would she withstand such blows?

The disbandment had shaken the silver belle to the core and damaged her psyche. She was slipping into a pit of despair, grieving as though she had lost her family. The attacks had also made her paranoid. Paranoia and grief did not go very well together. But she was numb, the only pain she felt was the scars on her heart. They burned as the memories came back like salt on wounds. The broken bird found it hard to smile, show joy, or be cheerful. In the early stages, she switched between sadness and being normal. But she had been dragged into a pit of despair. And it was getting harder for her to claw her way out.

Winter had enforced the glassy-eyed girl's depression. Herbs were no longer around anymore which took away the only thing that she knew how to do. She was a doctor and she had no herbs to collect. Nothing to taker her mind off of the pain of the disbandment. It was so cold now and she shivered under the clothing she wore.

The herbalist didn't even know why she was padding around in the snow. Fate had struck her many times wit the disbandment and attacks. It was only thanks to Moirai that she still survived the attacks. Maybe the god of warriors would smite her one day. The shattered she-jackal didn't know if that was good or bad.

Would the moon-washed medic ever recover? Would she ever feel normal again? The monochrome fox didn't know.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 27, 2017 11:50 am

366 words. Lupus (and lol he's 3 inches taller than her Secui).


His journey north had been unrewarding, though Skoll wasn't certain what he had expected. He could not participate in this holy war against the coyotes, no matter what he wished; it was not at all worth the risk to his pack (and by extension, his daughter). All he could do was roam, to see whether it was in God's plan to set one of the flea-bitten varmits or a noble soldier on his path to chat, and he'd in the end had nothing to show for it but a few bruises from a nice scrap with a boisterous dog.

He padded south again. He missed his family.

Along the way the wolfdog had hunted, and afterward he sprawled in the snow, licking blood from his muzzle and paws. He groomed in a distracted way, as languid as a king lion, until it was time to get up and move again. He scraped snow over his prey's bones, tossing the pink snow, then broke into a ground-eating, enduring lope. Content, stomach full, he did not push a hard pace but let the natural gait of his hardy ancestors guide him.

This lope slowed and became the purposeful trot of a predator when he caught a whiff of jackal scent. Maybe he would have a little fun before he went home.

He spotted the figure in the snow ahead; she might have blended into it if not for the grey fabric covering her long-limbed form. Of course such a short-furred little thing would need the protection; this only reinforced Skoll's belief that the jackals didn't belong here. She should be home in her little heathen desert. He licked his yellow fangs, a scrap of forgotten rabbit falling into his mouth.

It would be a simple thing to chase her down, pounce her, bowl her down into the snow and put the fear of God in her--but perhaps too simple. Instead, the golden wolfdog trotted onward to catch up--it was not hard, the cripple couldn't move very fast if she tried--and merely paced alongside her.

"Where are you headed, little fox?" Skoll asked, grinning darkly.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 30, 2017 11:16 am

Avinalora's paranoia paid off as she detected a new presence. The presence was familliar and the shattered soul shook as she smelled Cour des Miracles, wolfdog, and a mix of scents that made her tremble. She smelled the man that had attacked her so long ago. But the vixen couldn't power herself to run. She wasn't frozen in fear but some of her welcomed this. The jackal woman was broken and she felt that the grief and paranoia ran in her blood. Not enough of her blood had been shed to bleed out the guilt and other feelings that she couldn't get rid of.

Blood was in the air as well, rabbit blood to be exact. The fox maiden wasn't afraid though. If he was going to kill her, bleed her, or verbally abuse her, she didn't care anymore. She had been attacked so many times and her psyche was all but broken. She was believing in gods, something she had never believed in before. Fate, the god of the fate of warriors had taken away Midnight Shores. And Kismet, the god of the fate of hunters and Moirai, the god of the fate of healers had done nothing to stop it.

The silver belle just trudged on. She didn't care if the bastard attacked her. She didn't care if he killed her her. The broken bird didn't fear death anymore, hell she welcomed it. She was being tortured on the inside and she wouldn't mind the chill of death. A blur of yellow appeared on her right side. She was thankful for that since she couldn't see on the left.

And then the man asked her a question which the monochrome fox barely heard but replied to. "If you're going to kill me, make it fast." She said, her voice hollow. Her eyes stared on broken as she just walked.

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POSTED: Wed Feb 01, 2017 6:43 pm

To match her strides he had to slow and shorten his own, a pace that would not be worth it for a long journey as the one he'd been making. In all honesty, he had anticipated that the girl might try to hobble away on her little legs, or otherwise stop and confront him with the misplaced defiance of one too tiny and foreign for this harsh northern world.

But instead, the jackal marched like an animal with some singular aim—or a zombie, had the stories of Skoll's youth included walking corpses in their mythos. To not get a reaction shocked and offended the golden prince—he was not used to being ignored—but when bitter, empty-toned words dropped from the girl's mouth, he blinked.

Be careful what you wish for, jackal, Skoll growled, and aimed to knock his shoulder into her. It would be enough to throw her into the snow if he hit, though if she did fall, he would stand over her without further harm.

Regardless he jumped forward to block her path, brow furrowed and teeth bared in frustrated confusion. His eye scanned her.

Who hurt you? Skoll asked, and his voice was dark.


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POSTED: Thu Feb 02, 2017 12:45 am

Avinalora didn't seem to acknowledge the wolfdog's words. They slid off of her like raindrops on a pebble. She wished for ataraxia, but that she hadn't been tranquil since she lost her home. Even when she was numb, her mind was still in a wreck and after having been attacked by loners, she was always on alert. The vixen's body seemed to move on auto-pilot while her shattered mind flailed.

Even seeing the blur of yellow fur stopping in front of the fox maiden barely elicited a response out of her. She just stopped, her eyes fixed on the yellow Luperci but she seemed to gaze right through him. The disbandment of Midnight Shores had ripped down her alertness and spirit; the old Avinalora would have been already arguing with the bastard that had attacked her and Jarix. The previous attacks had only made the broken bird paranoid around loners, especially male loners but the appearance of a pack member wasn't much to get worked up about. The Anatheman healer knew that other packs dislike Anathema but did she care? No, she could care less.

And then the Cour des Miracles mutt asked the silver belle who hurt her. That question seemed to bring a drop of life into the shattered fox as she stiffened slightly. It was not a simple answer. Fate had hurt her, but from her prior experience, the man believed in God. The island pack's break up had sent her into a downward spiral, though. Was that a good answer? The winter wraith knew that there were so many things she could blame. Fate, Casa di Cavalieri, Jazper, herself, and basically everything. But she had lost her pack and home in one day.

"I lost my home." The monochrome fox stated in a flat tone. Without thinking, her hand-paw was touching the crescent moon-shaped charm hanging down to her chest. She touched it whenever she was thinking about her old pack.

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POSTED: Tue Feb 14, 2017 7:05 pm

The jackal stopped in her tracks when he passed before her, but stared at him without seeing him, at least until she answered. A paw lifted as if to indicate the moon pendant hanging from her neck, and for a moment Skoll thought of his brother Hati.

But Hati was gone of his own accord, and generally far from the thoughts of a man who had duty on his mind put before those who had left home. He focused instead on the girl, frowning.

“Has Anathema fallen? Did the knights finally get off their asses and do something about all their shit?” Skoll asked, sniffing. She smelled of mountain berries and musty caverns along with other herbs. That she would have fallen in with the mountain pack, which was known to have witches and other heathens, did not surprise him. But his words were dry and mild; he’d no personal quarrel with the pack, did not see it as a threat if the Court’s allies kept them at bay.

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POSTED: Sat Feb 18, 2017 1:17 pm

The bastard had immediately jumped to conclusions. Avinalora took a second to scent the air. The scent of Midnight Shores was gone from her pelt and was replaced by the scent of Anathema. The thought of losing yet another pack sent a jolt of fear through her slight frame. The vixen's fear was suddenly replaced by a hint of anger.

"Midnight Shores has fallen, you idiot." The unholy deer-fox said with anger. She may have forgotten who she was talking to. The brute was an arrogant bastard and wouldn't take kindly to being insulted. But she didn't care anymore. The earth was spinning in shades of grey now. The Anatheman healer had been attacked and she had lost her home. What more did she have to lose?

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POSTED: Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:03 am

Anger flared in the small thing, a thin and acidic remark that wiped what traces of sympathy lingered from Skoll’s scarred face. He curled his lips back to show big yellowed teeth; she didn’t have her companion to distract him this time. Maybe he wouldn’t kill her—she hadn’t done anything, and more importantly there was no challenge in it—but he knew a few Cavalieri that would be pleased if he dragged this weak rat to their borders.

But it took him a few moments to register what she’d said, and he scowled harder. “Midnight Shores?” He blinked a few times. “What happened? Were they attacked?” He didn’t know the pack very well, had no dealings with them; they were allies of allies, the remaining vestiges of Cercatori d’Arte. He shook his head. “And you fell in with Anathema?” It made no sense to him; there were other soft-hearted packs that would take in a cripple, like Vinátta, where she would fare better than in a pack rumored to be full of criminals.

He paused. “And you’re the idiot,” he said dully. “You’re asking to be attacked or worse out here, doubly so if you wear the smell of rapists and murderers in your coat so brazenly.”

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POSTED: Fri Mar 24, 2017 4:48 am

 
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Avinalora's response managed to get something out of the bastard. She wasn't playing with death, but she wanted to get out of this nightmare that had stolen away her pack and shattered her psyche. She didn't know if she was playing with destiny, but Fate was free to kill her off. The vixen was damaged enough.

"Our leaders and many pack mates had to bring Jazper's body to Casa di Cavalieri but they didn't come back." The fox maiden said, saying Jazper's and the knight pack's names like poison. If Jazper hadn't died and they hadn't had to take his body to the southern pack, maybe she would still be a Cygnus in Midnight Shores. Why couldn't those damn knights have picked up their own leader's body?

"And Anathema isn't a bad pack! You just believe lies instead of the truth." The monochrome fox added. She knew the truth and this bastard didn't.

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POSTED: Wed Mar 29, 2017 10:00 pm

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Skoll was bewildered by the news that the pale jackal gave him, but when she continued to demonstrate attitude and coated the names of friends and allies in a venomous tongue, he bared his teeth at her in warning. He wouldn't hesitate to bowl her over if she disrespected the people he cared about.

Jazper was a good wolf with a lot of family -- a lot of legacy. You don't know shit, kid, so watch your mouth.

She didn't answer exactly what had happened with the funeral party, but sometimes, he knew, folk went missing. Or had Jazper's mate not had the strength to go on after his death? He couldn't fault her that; he sometimes wondered if that had been what led to his own father's failings. Had they scattered, abandoned their pack? If so, he couldn't understand why she might find fault with the Cavaliers.

But her remark about Anathema just made Skoll laugh. Oh, so they didn't scatter an entire innocent pack -- the entire peninsula must have been mistaken. Guess they don't have slaves either then, huh. Sounds like good people. He didn't have a strong enough opinion on the dark pack's faults to want to drive them away like righteous Casa di Cavalieri did, but it was true that the pack was full of heathens at least -- heathens and slave-drivers. Anathema has been around longer than you've been born, girl, and they've always taken in criminals. Are you saying I should discount everything I've ever seen or heard?

He snorted, losing his sympathy. Your brain's as malformed as the rest of you.


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