and the fourth for madness.

[P; Vicira; Drifter Bay]

POSTED: Mon Mar 13, 2017 7:43 pm

Form | Time | Location
This is where you would write something out of character.
WORD COUNT
332

Joa had waited for Fidel to leave again before she exited the crack in the mountain where she was being kept. She was tired but she forced herself to move. She forced herself away from the cave of her imprisonment. Her brother had gone off to secure her something more to eat and she hated him for it. She hated herself even more for accepting it but she couldn't help it. She felt constantly hungry all of the time. That, combined with her lethargy, she blamed on the weight gain. She refused to acknowledge any other reason for it.

The southern bred coyote had only made it a few steps away from the crack in the mountain face before she was ejecting the undigested remnants of her last meal. It was only an illness resulting from being stuck within a cold cavern without the proper amount of covering to provide warmth, or so she forced herself to believe. Once she had finished regurgitating she wiped her muzzle off with the back of her hand then cleaned her hand with the snow. She even buried the contents of her stomach in order to not draw in the attention of another large predator.

Joa made it to a barren stalk of a tree before she had to sit down and rest again. Her knees were tugged up to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around her middle. Her forehead became rested upon her knees and her eyes closed. She felt like crying but she held the whining at bay. She didn't know when Fidel would be back and she refused to let him find her in such an emotional state. She was keeping up her small little acts of defiance even though the constant exhaustion made these more difficult than they had started out. Before she could travel long distances before she would be found again and dragged back. Now it had come to just be exiting the place where he held her.

Template: Andi | Image: Alex Steffler | This: Sammiie
Inferni
DEAD
User avatar
Luperci

POSTED: Wed Mar 22, 2017 9:55 am

200+ Diego is with Vicira, riding Bairre. I was vague, but let me know if I need to make changes! I wrote this thread as a precursor to go over what happened with the pups and everything.

See galleries for credit.

The pair of coyotes wandered over the foothills, going on a scout's word and scents that would have faded over the weeks. They rode their horses in short bursts of speed, urgency spurring them into higher elevation. Smoke had risen from the mountains, and neither desert coyote could survive for long without fire and comfort -- so a flicker of light in the distance, or the smell of blood, could lead them to a fresher trail. Diego prayed to every wild god he knew to make their journey fruitful.

Vicira frowned and scented the air again, steering Kresnik along one of the mountain trails. One hand gripped the reins, while the other fell back against the longstaff she'd adopted as her weapon; she'd no idea if they would need to fight to free Joaquina, but she was prepared to do so, to kill. If what Diego had revealed about what Joaquina's past was true, she would want to.

After an hour in the mountains proper, Diego suddenly whispered under his breath -- Merciful brother wind -- and Vicira inhaled. The reek of vomit was very faint, enough that Vicira might have only imagined it, but the smell of coyote was stronger still. She sat upright in the saddle and spurred Kresnik onward, the horse picking his way carefully across rock.

They found her. Vicira called out. Joaquina!


Inferni
Regulus III
User avatar
Raze
Luperci Multiple Co-ranks Level III Rex Chaos Star oderint dum metuant
cinder and smoke
ash in your mouth

POSTED: Mon Mar 27, 2017 6:58 pm

Form | Time | Location
It is all totally fine.
WORD COUNT
309

Her stomach still felt queasy and even though she had just emptied it. But still she ended back up on her knees again and retching once more though there was nothing there to come out. She groaned and rolled over onto her side and panted heavily. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to get herself under control again. She hated how she was having trouble holding back her emotions. She had never had this much trouble keeping herself under control before.

Her body shook and trembled as she laid upon the ground and she told herself it was from the cold rather than from the sobs that she was suppressing. The sound of her name broke through and had her tense briefly, her body automatically preparing to get struck and then having to fight back. It took her a few moments more to realize the voice had been feminine and the name was her chosen one rather than the one that her mother had saddled her with.

Groggily she lifted her head and lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight to see who it was. She almost thought her eyes were playing tricks on her but the two figures refused to sort itself into one. "What are you doing here? You have to go now. He will be back soon." Her voice was a hoarse hiss.

"Go! Now!" She repeated the words though the abrupt change in her demeanor and the way she stared beyond the pair proved that what she had warned them of had come to pass. The wolfish looking male had returned, previously dragging the carcass of a small doe which had been dropped as he spotted the group. Fidel came charging forward on all fours, teeth bared and a snarl upon his lips, and lunged himself at the trespassers.

Template: Andi | Image: Alex Steffler | This: Sammiie
Inferni
DEAD
User avatar
Luperci

POSTED: Thu Apr 06, 2017 9:12 am

00+

See galleries for credit.

Joaquina lifted her head and peered at them in disbelief, croaking out a warning that made Vicira narrow her eyes stubbornly. There's no way we're -- she began, but Joa shouted.

The tall grey coywolf twisted in the saddle to follow Joaquina's gaze, but the sun briefly blinded her. She was only aware of a snarl followed by the scattering of pebbles as a creature charged them, and turned Kresnik as she reached for her longstaff. Her eyes were wild, her hackles standing on end, and she was unafraid.

The loner lunged at the horses, and Bairre -- untrained in war -- whinnied and reared, which dislodged his green rider. Diego hit the ground with a curse, grabbing at a jarred elbow, but then wasted no time in flinging himself clumsily toward the male. The del Bosque man was no warrior, that much Vicira knew, but he was large for a coyote and muscular, and tried to restrain Fidel. ¡Rot en el infierno, bastardo!

Hooves struck stone as Kresnik was spurred closer, but Vicira could hardly trample both of them, and so she slipped from the gelding's back and lashed out with her staff.


Inferni
Regulus III
User avatar
Raze
Luperci Multiple Co-ranks Level III Rex Chaos Star oderint dum metuant
cinder and smoke
ash in your mouth

Dead Topics