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Vesper!

POSTED: Wed May 24, 2017 8:06 pm

Avinalora
"The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell"
Lupus | Day | Mid May | Dampwoods

The ramble was strong
Word Count:
624

A tiny figure padded through the Dampwoods. The creature seemed like a fox to most with her foxlike tail. But her long-legged build said otherwise. She also had very short fur, seemingly adapted to the desert rather than the climate of Nova Scotia. She had rather large ears that made her seem like a tiny coyote, but her muzzle didn’t tapper.

She looked like a piece of fallen snow in the green forest. Her fur was like moonlight on snow which was unnatural for a jackal. She did have a grizzled grey saddle that stretched from the back of her ears to her tail and ended in a white tail tip. Black hairs were scattered through the saddle. She had a single green eye.

In the feral form of Lupus, there was nothing to obscure the scars covering her body. Her left hind leg was tucked up against her body. Three small scars marred the area where her Achilles tendon was. Four claw marks lay on her left shoulder. And on her face was the worst of all. Four claw marks ripped down the left side of her face, scratching over the area where her left eye should be. An empty eye socket was all that remained. The scars still looked a bit fresh. She also wore necklaces. A wooden pendant carved in the shape of a crescent moon lay on her chest. And a copper amulet that was also moon-shaped but had an arrow crossing it. A small satchel was strapped to her body.

Avinalora missed being able to gather herbs in Lupus form. She was close to the ground and it was easier for her to identify herbs. Secui was faster and she did have thumbs, but she tripped more than often since she was so far away from the ground. The vixen sniffed the air, trying to locate herbs. Anathema’s stocks were always need of restocking since people got injured. Well, at least they weren’t sick.

The fox maiden hadn’t been alone for a while. She was often within the borders or out with others. Many times with Maelyx. The thought of the witch brought back the fond memories and the memory of that magical night. The Anatheman was just afraid of becoming more than friends. And that scared her a lot.

The winter wraith scented the sharp smell of a certain herb. Mint, one of the best cures for bellyaches along with water mint. Her bushy tail wagged as she padded towards the scent. She scurried towards the plant and began nipping stalks off. The jackal shouldered off the satchel and thrusted her muzzle under the flap, opening it. She dropped the mint into the bag and then manipulated it back onto her body.

The ghostly jackal heard a caw that she recognized. ”Onyx” She hissed as the bird landed next to her. He chirped, telling her that he followed her. The Empusa just rolled her eyes. The corvid seemed to be at least half her size. She shrugged and started sniffing the ground.

The moon-washed medic padded away and the crow-raven followed her, hopping after her. He chittered about random things and the herbalist just flicked her ear every so often. He was annoying, but she was good at tuning things out. She moved slowly through the forest with her nose close to the ground.

The monochrome fox stopped at a familiar bush. Juniper was something that she needed since the stores were low. She sniffed the bush. The bird cawed again and the fox-tailed female just flicked her tail. She began to delicately gnaw off the berries. She then told Onyx to help her pick the berries, too. The bird was bored so he helped her as well.

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Silverfrost
Luperci
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I walk through the fire

POSTED: Fri May 26, 2017 9:39 pm

The plague had passed, but its symptoms still affected Vesper in small ways. Her muscles were stiffer than usual, and she had to stop and catch her breath frequently when she moved at anything more than a slow trot. Part of this was a result of the aging process, and much of it could be attributed to old injuries, but she knew the sickness was to blame; it wasn’t very far from her mind this spring.

She put on a front when she could, though; she didn’t let it show that it bothered her. There was no disguising her occasional limp or her rasping breaths, but the way that she held herself was still the same. She was dominant, aloof, a clan leader and defensive mother who nonetheless retained a loner’s instincts from youth. Years of experience had made Vesper who she was now, and she wasn’t about to let a little soreness or wheezing change that.

It was rarer that she ventured out of Inferni territory these days, but the whims of a wanderer brought her into the woods fringing her claim. With a couple ravens--Stormeye and an overeager suitor--in the trees, she didn’t fear much.

The birds raised a ruckus as she stopped to nibble on some berries, and she licked the juice off a paw before pushing through thickets to see what was going on. What she found was an odd sight: a corvid plucking at juniper berries, and a scrawny silver-ivory jackal doing the same. It took Vesper a few moments to recognize the female, stinking of Anathema and in a larger form, but when she did she spoke curtly.

“Should you be out here alone?”



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POSTED: Fri May 26, 2017 10:36 pm

Avinalora
"The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell"
Lupus | Day | Mid-May | Dampwoods

OOC here
Word Count:
418

Avinalora cursed softly as she felt her teeth puncture the berry. Maybe she should have used a different form. She spat the berry out and could hear caws of laughter behind her. Just as the vixen was about to tell him to be quiet or something, she detected someone else. Onyx chittered as he plucked another berry and then went still and squawked.

Then, a lot of birds began squawking and cawing. The fox maiden couldn't pick out what one was saying. She decided not to rely on sound and focused on scent. She smelled birds, of course. But there was a Luperci in the scents. A female coywolf of Inferni. The jackal recognized the scent from before. A scarred Infernian her and her sister had met.

The winter wraith ducked slightly, coming to her senses. If those birds were going to dive-bomb her or something, she'd have to be ready. She was sure that two of them could probably carry her. She tried to find cover with her very limited vision. She wanted to be ready if those wretched birds decided to drop something even more foul on her.

And then the woman that the ghostly jackal had once met pushed through the thicket. The hybrid seemed older somehow. She limped and seemed a bit under the weather, but she seemed dignified and strong somehow. The stranger didn't seem to recognize her, though the jackal looked a lot different. Scars marred her body and she didn't have an eye. She looked at the Inferni woman, showing her scars. The corvid just tilted his head and chittered something along the lines of "that lady looks old". The Empua resisted the urge to tell him to shut up.

The lady asked her what the moon-washed medic was doing out here. It was cold and curt. It didn't take much to tell that the woman was against Anathema. She fought the urge to huff, scoff, or roll her eyes. The woman seemed like an elder and the herbalist was raised to respect her elders. Why couldn't people just let it go? Or learn the truth? Anathema's attack on New Dawn was like chess: three players using their fellow pack-mates as pawns.

But, the monochrome fox answered politely. "Just collecting herbs, ma'am." She also tried to joke. "I get the same thing from my sister and roommate. I simply lost and eye and nearly died yet they think I'm a defenseless pup." The fox-tailed female said in a slightly joking manner.

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Somebody make me feel alive
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I walk through the fire

POSTED: Sun Jun 18, 2017 11:58 am

The younger ravens alighted in the branches and threw insults at the odd hybrid bird, defensive of their forest. Anything odd, anything different, was certainly a threat; many had run off their own when the sickness befell them, though most of these had found shelter with coyote partners and pulled through. An odd crow-bird who wasn't part of Inferni's flock was a danger.

Vesper allowed a small smirk to cross her features when the corvid called her old. She retorted, telling it to respect its elders.

But the half-smile faded when she glanced back at the moon-colored jackal, and she listened without amusement as the other attempted to joke about her weakness. "It's dangerous," the coywolf said, "for a small woman, and an Anatheman." She tilted her head, eyes narrow. "I hadn't pegged you as the type to join criminals when the Shores disbanded. They haven't enslaved you, have they?"

Stormeye's suitor, feeling brave, flapped down to the forest floor and tried to steal one of the berries the woman had gathered.



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POSTED: Tue Jul 18, 2017 10:33 pm

Avinalora
"The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell"
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OOC here
Word Count:
123

Avinalora looked in the general direction of the birds, her eyes narrowed. She told them something very rude in corvid language. Onyx moved next to the tiny healer, easily bigger than her. She chittered to him some reassurance, but the bird stayed close. The vixen resumed her glaring and her tail lashed in warning towards the birds.

The ghostly jackal looked at the coywolf woman with a measured look. She hated the prejudice on Anathemans and it took all of her control not to snap at the woman. The woman was the leader of another pack and she wouldn’t do her pack any well if she responded angrily. She almost lost her cool when the woman thought she had been enslaved. ”Anathema had bad leaders and the other Anathemans were pawns in the crime. As every pack, there were good people and bad people. Aeron took back leadership but now Anathema is in the hands of her granddaughter as she is dead now.” The icy Anatheman said.

And then one of the damned birds swooped down. The moon-washed medic would not allow any of the berries to be stolen so she snarled, her hackles rising. She would not attack the bird, but she hoped her display would at least dissuade the bird and any others.

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Somebody make me feel alive
The queen of a wretched design
I walk through the fire

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