bloodstained hurricane

POSTED: Wed Aug 26, 2015 1:29 am

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[ 560 ] » One please! Late evening. Ethereal Eclipse. IF/CdM Conflict. What shall happen~ BD

The forest seemed to stretch on into forever, sprawling out in every direction like a never-ending realm of fresh verdant evergreen and slowly fading broadleaves, all rolling on into the distance as far as the eye could see. From the moist and chilly earth seeped a calm wisping mist that lingered close to the soft sodden leaf litter and enshrouded the ground below it, masking the tracks of a large bull elk aimlessly wandering its way through the trees. Not too far behind it another pair of tracks softly imprinted themselves into the moss and muck, the steps careful and precise so as not to make a sound as their owner quietly tracked the creator of the ungulate trail.

Her last hunt had been most fruitful and she hoped to score another bountiful prize, this time venturing further south through the deep forest in search of larger more formidable prey. The doe and calf had been good but not good enough; she wanted something bigger, something stronger, something with a bit more meat on its bones. She wanted something worthy of bringing back to the clan, something she could drag in and say 'I did this' and be praised, be thanked, be rewarded. More than anything lately the wild huntress was feeling underutilized and sought to prove her worth by proving her skills. Trapping small game would feed her and her vulpine companion but rabbits and raccoon were table scraps for the pack; she needed deer, elk, caribou, even moose, but she knew she couldn't take down a moose alone no matter how good she was.

With her bow at the ready she carried onward, the scent of a musky bull elk growing stronger as she pressed forward, molten gold scanning the trees carefully for any sign of the creature lurking nearby. Indra, who she regretted not bringing on her last hunting trip, had fallen behind some time ago and was nowhere to be seen, but that was what he was taught. He knew to look out for the signs his mistress showed when she was hot on the trail of prey, and when those signs appeared he was trained to stop wherever he was and wait for her signal to come to her. He wasn't far away now, parked in a small clearing by a trickling stream, and from there the wild huntress had wandered southeast on the heels of her target, knowing well to keep her distance from the border further east.

Tensions were running high, so high that skirmishes were already starting to break out. The false goddess was no warrior, she was not built for battle, and she preferred to do her killing at range, letting her arrows strike her blows. She could hold her own in a fight, she was quick, agile, and scrappy despite her size, and when her life depended on it she'd be damned if she was going down without taking someone with her. That night though, the only blood on her hands would be that of the elk, which suddenly came into view just ahead. Readying her bow, she slinked into a spot downwind of the bull with the best vantage point, her body lowering into a crouch. Plucking an arrow from her quiver she set it and drew, steadying her aim and controlling her breathing as she readied to fire.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:38 pm

This looked lonnneellyyyyy! :3

Although I'm a fellow Infernian so maybe not as exciting as a Courtier. XD

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The young archer had set off without any real purpose in mind, though he knew that going away from Clan land was in and of itself a risk during these high tension times. Coming across a wolf - any wolf, but most of all from the Court - could incite some drama. There was bad blood between their kind always, which was awkward when he bore some wolf blood himself, but he only wore the coyote bloodline like a badge. The rest he ignored because it didn't matter to him. Though he also didn't automatically judge others by their bloodlines. Normally. It was a bit different right now with the Court, at least, as he was pretty sure he'd have to get into a tiff with any of them that he ran into on his journeying.

He wasn't too far from home, but he also wasn't far from the pack with which they were warring. That was inevitable heading in this direction. They were not too far from each other in general. Though now the space seemed much smaller than it had been before. Kallistos tried to relax, but it was difficult when he was too aware of the nearness of their scents. Their borderline that he would not go near but that seemed to press oppressively toward the mutual territories. Perhaps he was imagining it all in his head - the boogeymen that were Cour des Miracles - but either way, he almost wished he had gone the other way. Almost. Except he caught a scent that was somewhat familiar. A clanmate that he hadn't met.

Kalli followed the scent toward where she was, coming around the other side from where she lay with arrow notched. He crouched into the brush, not wanting to interrupt her hunt; he would address her once she was done with what she was doing. It would be good to meet her, even if it wasn't in their Clan's lands. Besides, he was interested to see how well this hunt went for her.
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POSTED: Mon Sep 14, 2015 1:27 am

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[ 520 ] » S'all good c:

The arrow was loosed; piercing through the air with precision as it flew, striking the hulking bull broadside, slipping through flesh and fibrous muscle, piercing the lung, but it wasn't strong enough to reach the heart this time, not like the doe. The bull was bigger and stronger, she had miscalculated the necessary force for a killing blow, and instead of falling dead it reared up with a screech and attempted to run, tripping over itself and crashing down in a spray of evening dew and kicked up leaf litter.

Snarling the wild huntress quickly slipped her bow onto her back and plucked a knife from her leg sheath, launching herself forward as the bull thrashed in an attempt to get to its cloven hoofs, its large rack of antlers raking though the earth and flinging debris every which way the creature lashed. Dodging a kick from a sharp hoof she circled around behind the bull and caught one antler in her free hand, planting her feet in a hard stop to use the momentum of her body to yank the elk's head back. With a bellow the bull had no choice but to comply and with a swift motion of her knife wielding hand she slid the blade against its throat and ended it, its dying breath escaping in a waning sigh of relief.

Dropping to her knees in the wake of everything she breathed in a deep breath and let it out slowly, molten gold hidden away beneath cream lids as she took a moment to collect herself and settle her thoughts, a rare frown flooding her features. She hated having to kill like this, having to get in and finish off her prey with a knife or her jaws when she had started her hunt with her bow. She had chosen the path of the archer to distance herself from killing in such an up close and personal way, not because she didn't like to kill, but because she was better than that. She loved to hunt in secui form and feel the rush of making a kill with nothing but pure power and strength, but she enjoyed taking down her prey much more when she did it with skill, precision, and cunning. It proved she was a better hunter than just a mere predator.

Placing a hand on the bull's shoulder, as she always did, she whispered a little thank you and gently stroked the creature's course brown fur before finally rising to stand, a small cloth retried with her clean hand to wipe the blade of her knife before she replaced it in its sheath. Wiping her bloody hand with the cloth she sent a glance over her shoulder. She wasn't sure if someone was really there or not – the expanse of trees opposite her were downwind and shrouded in darkness – but she could still feel eyes on her and she didn't like it. Whoever it was had better have a really good reason for lurking around in the shadows when there was a damned war going on. "C'mon out now, you got your show."

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POSTED: Mon Sep 14, 2015 3:36 pm

He knew there was a certain danger to staying where he was, too. There was a war happening and everything could be a threat. The young male was downwind, though, and not peering out openly at her. Besides, if he had been, he felt his face was probably familiar enough that he wouldn't get shot. Then again, maybe not. They had definitely seen each other in passing within Inferni's borders... right? Well, he vaguely remembered her face anyway. It wasn't like their Clan territory was super large and they were bound to at least nod to each other as they went about their business on a day to day basis.

The hunt didn't go as he assumed she had planned, since the arrow struck and the animal didn't go down. He thumbed his own bow, as if considering assisting her. Since they weren't working together, though, he didn't want to risk striking her instead of the animal. Besides, if he used a weapon against her prey then he was presenting himself as a threat. Not only to the animal but to her. So the boy waited and watched. If it began to run his way, he would do what he could to assist her. Until then, though, she was on her own.

It rapidly became clear she didn't need him, though, as she swung herself into the fray and used a blade to end the bull's life rather effectively. Kallistos shook his head slightly, impressed. It wasn't something just anyone could do. Hell, he wouldn't have jumped in there like that with hooves and several hundred pounds of prey animal just waiting to crush him beneath its feet as he tried to take it down. He would've continued with the arrows and followed it until it wore out a bit, at least. Yet she had jumped in there like a wild coyote and taken it down fiercely; she was worthy of his Clan's pride.

When she called him out, the young male shouldered his bow and raised his hands as he walked out into the open. "That was... wow. Like, can't even say how awesome that was to watch. I wasn't trying to be a stalker, just stumbled on your hunt and thought it an opportune time to meet you. I think I've seen you around the Clan, but we haven't met officially." he shrugged. "I'm Kallistos Moineau."
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POSTED: Wed Sep 16, 2015 1:53 am

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When he finally showed himself she visibly looked him over, fiery eyes sweeping his form and then his face for any sign of familiarity. He was a young thing, and she had seen him before, briefly and in passing, maybe one or two times as she wandered around the pack, heading to or from wherever she was going that particular day. The huntress was no good at making friends. She had no need for them when she was on her own and now that she was part of a pack she still didn't feel a need for them. Having others helping her, looking out for her, watching her back, she could appreciate that; but having someone who was always around, happy to see her, and wanting to be around her, was something she wasn't quite used to just yet. The thought had occurred to her that making friends would be beneficial, that having a small close knit circle of others that she trusted could prove advantageous, but just who and why was still a mystery to her.

A sly smirk eased to her sharp coyjack maw as he praised her hunt, her muzzle dipping in acknowledgment of his words and his introduction, but she let a pause hang in the air between them for a moment. The forest had grown eerily silent in the wake of the skirmish; the nighttime songbirds had ceased their singing, the owls stopped hooting, and the breeze halted its shaking of the canopy above. Her nostrils flared to catch a scent other than the blood of the elk and the collective scent of Inferni between the two of them, wondering for a moment if they had strayed close enough to their enemy's border to raise suspicion. Another moment passed, the soundlessness lingered, but there was no other resonance to suggest someone was coming to investigate the struggle, the bellows of the elk, or the resulting silence. Releasing a soft sigh, she shook her head a little to clear the paranoia and returned her full attention to her packmate, her smile returning.

"Well met Kallistos, I'm Daeva. Lykoi, as I've been told." Having never had a last name for most of her life she was still getting used to having one now, one that was so notorious, so infamous, so renowned. There were a lot of Lykoi within Inferni, they were the foundation of it, and the more she learned about them the more her eyes were opened to the great scope of things. It was as awful as it was awe inspiring, and she really could care less, but she supposed having the name was better than not having it, and so she decided on keeping it. "And thanks, though I wouldn't call that awesome. More like a beautiful disaster, I guess." His idea of a great feat was her idea of a well-timed recovery, and as far as she was concerned her hunt was a failure, she did not kill the bull instantly, and she would spend weeks in training to atone for it.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 23, 2015 5:25 pm

The silence was comfortable enough for the young male, at least until he saw the way she smiled and then paused. As if listening for something. A threat, perhaps? His own ears perked, a sudden nervousness crawling up his spine that he tried to ignore. There was nothing to fear that he could tell. The area was quiet but that was to be expected after a big creature was killed. The animals around didn't want to be nearby or heard; as if the predator was going to seek them out next, although the meal that would come from this one would be more than enough.

She relaxed after a moment, though, and he followed suit. The smile returned and he was glad for that. The boy smiled back, because he was almost always smiling. At least, when he wasn't upset. That had faded, though, after Asher's death. Faded but not completely gone. As most pain did. There was a scar, but he didn't bother it too much except when he heard something that reminded him of the dead archer.

"You're told?" he said with interest. That was weird. They were all told their surnames, he supposed, but usually at birth and it was something that they held as near to the heart as their first name. The way she said it seemed... off, though. As if perhaps there was more to that story than just being born with it.

He shrugged at her own assessment of her hunt, looking at the dead animal and then back to her. "Hey, disasters can be pretty fantastic, sometimes. A lot of it is good luck, in my experience. Not saying that there's not a lot of finesse and skill to it, too, but I mean, we fail a lot more than we succeed, right? And there's so many factors. Just getting the kill - especially alone - is pretty sweet." he replied.

Kalli almost always saw the bright side of things.
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POSTED: Thu Oct 08, 2015 1:27 am

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"Mmm." Her maw dipped again in acknowledgement of his question, the sound she made affirmative. Several coyotes had told her she was a Lykoi even before she had decided to join the pack, as if they knew from the moment they saw her – her gold eyes, her muzzle blaze – that she was one of them. She still wasn't sure what that meant, not entirely anyways, but she didn't dwell on it too much, not when she had much more pressing matters on her mind.

Choosing to leave the matter of her parentage up in the air, as it was something she was never really comfortable speaking about mainly due to the circumstances under which she was conceived and the neglected youth that resulted from it, she quickly moved on to the next topic before a frown could chase away her amiable little smile.

"I guess you're right in that regard, a lot of it does have to do with luck. Someone can be the best at something and still lose more often than not, simply because their opponent or prey was just quicker, or smarter, or just plain better than them that day." She mused, molten gold moving from her packmate to the bull, sanguine red soaking into the sodden earth below it. The scent of its blood was beginning to make her hungry and she considered gutting the animal then and there if only just to lose a fair amount of weight before hauling it back – and to treat herself to some of the more juicy organs – but decided against it for the time being, more curious about why the young male had turned up when he did.

"But thanks." She replied, finally accepting his praise, her smile unfading. "So you know why I'm here. What brought you so far from home?" Brow spots rose inquisitively, her interest evident in her voice and her features. With a bow in hand it looked like he was also out hunting but he seemed too happy-go-lucky to be wandering so close to enemy territory, though perhaps therein was the reason why. The naïveté of someone so intent on always seeing the good things in life was bound to get himself into trouble unwittingly because of it.

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POSTED: Fri Oct 09, 2015 4:41 pm

Kallistos wasn't even part of the Cult of Lykoi, so although he was obviously very familiar with it - who wouldn't be, growing up in Inferni? - he wasn't part of it. The bloodline ran thick and very freely, though. If there was an infertile Lykoi or de le Poer, he had never heard of them. So he was kind of glad he wasn't among their number, because he didn't want a bunch of mini-versions of himself running around. It seemed like Lykois just looked at someone with interest and boom, they knocked them up. That was not what he wanted. Although little did he know how prolific his own biological father was...

"Yeah and you can't account for exactly how an animal will act or what might come between you and it. Only so many factors you can take into account, like weather, wind, whatever. But prey animals have brains and they do stuff they want to do. Especially to stay alive." he'd do a lot of weird stuff if it meant the difference between dying or living. The boy was fairly certain that prey animals felt the same way before their lives were snuffed out anyway by their predator.

At the question of what he was doing, his shoulders shrugged up and then down in a loose gesture. "I dunno, just bored mostly. I mean, I get that it isn't the best idea to get bored and wander too close to the Court, but I figured this was still far enough. Besides, I don't like being told what to do and we weren't told not to wander over here, so..." he shrugged again with a grin. "How do you feel about all this stuff, the clan-pack war?" though he didn't really expect her to spill all of her innermost feelings to him. They had only just met, after all.
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