Mission Top Secret, destination unknown

Daeva | Near the Halcyon Mountains

POSTED: Wed Nov 11, 2015 3:27 am

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With each passing day, the she-wolf felt herself torn between regret and contentment. On one hand, she was free again, and felt a little lighter knowing that, in a way, they were no longer tied to the dark pack’s misdeeds and villainy. On the other though, she had called the pack home and had found herself well settled with her packmates. She lost either way, but, her brother kept reassuring her that they had made the right decision. In time, she would see it.

She came to pause beside a thick tree trunk. She placed a bandaged hand on its rough bark and glanced over her shoulder. The sun was becoming weaker with each passing day into the colder months of winter, but, still, its rays did their best to fight their way through the dying canopy above them. They had traveled quite the distance since their early-morning start. Taking the moment for a brief rest, she let her glacier gaze sweep behind her to ensure they still had everyone.

They had gathered quite a misfit-looking party, Vepar and she had. Vepar’s friend turned out to be an interesting male, and often made the silver Creo wonder how it was the two had become friends in the first place. The wolfdog was of dark hues with even darker brindle markings throughout his pelt. He was quite the Casanova, even if he did have big ears and a strangely thin tail for her tastes. Sully, he called himself. The charmer carefully led his…mount—how strange it was, to see the wolfdog lead around a food source like some kind of pet—loaded with the group’s goods around the obstacles of the forest floor.

And there was the other unlikely individual that they had found. Malus, the slave she had set free just days before, had found his path crossing with theirs. The life of a lone wolf was not one he wanted, and so the ex-slave had requested to accompany the threesome. Vepar had initially refused the golden wolf, but, Skana felt it couldn’t hurt. With four full-grown Luperci, hunting food would be easier, and the group would be less likely to be attacked with three large males present within it. The Reinhart sulked quietly from the back of the group, pestered relentlessly by a playful Peck.

Skana smiled to herself as she turned to continue following after her brother. Her hands tied behind her back as she trotted up to the tall male. They must have made for a comical scene to any passerby. Four Luperci, three birds, and an elk loaded like a pack mule. “Anything interesting up here?” She teased their fearless leader, quietly giggling as she drew up beside her dark sibling. She gave a devious glance behind them and her giggles grew into stifled laughter, “I think Malus is beginning to rethink his decision.”

Bringing up the rear, the golden male’s face was heavily weighted with a scowl. The grackle, Peck, perched unsteadily atop his head and picked annoyingly at the male’s pale hair. With every step his reluctant mount took, the avian would flap his wings to maintain his balance. It was obvious that Malus had given up trying to shoo away the insistent creature.

[ Form: Optime | Date: 07 NOV | cNPC Malus Reinhart, aNPC Vepar Creo + cNPC Sully, NPCs Peck, Thanos, Bird, Saul ]

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POSTED: Fri Nov 20, 2015 2:14 am

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The humming was becoming a problem.

Gnashing his teeth the wayward warrior did his best not to turn around and sock the lackadaisical wolfdog straight in the mouth, ceasing his incessant humming and finally bringing some peace and quiet to their long journey. If the male wasn't talking he was singing, or whistling, or humming, or doing something that was inevitably going to drive him crazy, and the more he tried to ignore it, the louder it got and the longer it went on.

This compounded upon the fact that he was already in a bad mood. The Creo siblings had never had a real home,never had a real family, and when they joined Anathema they had both, and had it longer than they didn't, and then all at once it was ripped away. It was their own doing, and it was for the best – as he kept reminding his sister – but it didn't make the wound any less painful, and with it still fresh there was no remedy to make it better anytime soon. They would just have to soldier on until the greener pastures the brindled male had vaguely promised would arrive, but for the time being all they had was the great outdoors and no destination in sight.

Smiling a ridiculous smile the shepherd twirled the extra length of rope he hand in his hand as he lead his incongruent companion along, the massive bull elk not the least bit pleased to be serving as pack mule for the small band of loners, but he had chosen this life with the wolfdog and there was no going back. He was well fed, well cared for, and most importantly not eaten, and that for the most part was good enough for him. Humming softly, though audibly enough that it was beginning to set a knot between the dark demon's shoulders, the lankier male seemed not to have a care in the world.

When he felt the presence of the silver femme nearing his side the brute finally averted his volcanic gaze from the path ahead, glancing down at his sister as she playfully asked how things were going. His shoulders moved in something akin to a shrug as a reply but she did manage to coax the ghost of a smile to his ash dipped maw at her mention of the ex-slave, though he did not spare the other male a glance as they continued on. The Dampwoods seemed to stretch on for days but beyond them he could see the mountains looming in the distance, and with the thought of them crossing through Anathema's old stomping grounds at the back of his mind, the demon finally released sigh and slowed the group to a stop in a sizable clearing.

"What're we stopping for? We still got days before we get to the north shore, we need to keep moving." The shepherd griped, though his mount – seemingly smarter than him – quickly gave him quite the shove with his huge head, the willowy male staggering a bit before shoving the beast back with a lot more effort and a lot less reward. The former Marbas shook his head and turned his attention back to his sister, meeting her gaze momentarily. "Let's take a quick rest before pushing on to the mountains. There's no sense in rushing it. We'll get there when we get there."

Overhead the monochromatic osprey was quick to take roost in the lower branches of a nearby tree and left room for the other birds in their makeshift flock by sitting closest to the trunk, his wings tucked in tight against his body and his feathers puffed out in displeasure. All of this travel was annoying him as much as the shepherd was annoying the wolf and though he didn't complain, it was steadily growing obvious that it wouldn't be long before the bird stopped flying and simply rode the elk the rest of the way. Watching closely with bright yellow eyes he surveyed the group for a moment before taking the opportunity to steal a few winks, his puffed out aggravation soon smoothing back to normal as he drifted off into slumber.

"Still, I'd like to get there before winter is all I'm saying." The shepherd lamented once more as he tied the elk to a nearby tree and then rather unceremoniously slumped down upon the earth, leaning back against a fallen log. The demon narrowed his gaze at the other male and stared for a moment before speaking. "What is so important about reaching the north shore, Sully?" The male in question brought his shoulders high in an exaggerated shrug, glacier meeting magma for a moment before he glanced off at nothing in particular, feigning ignorance. "I just wanna go. I miss the ocean."

The warrior snorted, "There's plenty of ocean an even shorter distance to the west of here, miles of it. What makes the north shore so different?" He was growing suspicious. While he had accepted the strange male as his friend and trusted him, he still had his doubts, and every now and then the brindled wolfdog would do something or say something that would raise the dark one's guard. "I just wanna see something, that's all. Calm down, Vepar, sheesh." He smiled a mocking smile and flashed the pink tip of his tongue in a teasing manner, just in time for an arrow to go whizzing past his head to strike to the tree behind him just above it.

"Shit!" His hands flew up to needlessly grab at his head as he ducked down expecting more arrows to come hailing down, but the single projectile had already made its mark and had succeeded in severing the rope that tethered the elk to the tree, startling it in the process, and making the massive bull backpedal as if to flee. "Nonononono!" The shepherd quickly scrambled to his feet as the warrior swiftly drew his knives and readied for battle, the wolfdog rushing forward and grabbing what remained of the rope and pulling hard to rein in the spooked elk, who after a few hard yanks had regained composure. "Ugh, Gods. What the hell–"

"Hush!" The brute snapped at the other male as another arrow came whizzing by, striking another tree nary a hair's length from the brindled wolfdog, who with a start frantically grabbed at his belt for his axes to prepare for battle. Turning his volcanic gaze in way of the offending projectiles the once Anatheman quickly picked out a sandy streak as it moved through the trees, the colors curiously familiar as they darted in and out of the shadows. It wasn't long before the soft sound of laughter could be heard and even less after that a shape eventually materialized from the trees – molten gold eyes, mischievous smile, and all.

"Oh~ I got you guys good that time. Wow, your faces. Priceless." She managed between a few hearty laughs, a hand risen to smooth back a few errant strands of dark ebony from her face. The warrior growled again but managed to straighten up out of his fighting stance, lowering his knives though he didn't put them away altogether, not yet anyways. The shepherd, who had managed to finally arm himself, was not so forgiving, and had to be stopped by an arm thrown out by the demon as he rushed forward to let his blades do his talking for him. "Easy, easy kalo manush. A couple of arrows spook you that much?"

"What do you want?" The demon growled out, lowering his arm once he was certain the shepherd had calmed down enough that he at the very least wasn't going to chop her head off then and there. The desert dragon shrugged, her smile unfading, and offered each individual present a glance before setting her attention on the obvious leader. "Oh nothing, I was just wandering by, out for a hunt. Saw a couple familiar faces and thought I'd have a little fun." Fiery eyes found their way to the silver femme then. "No harm done, yeah?"


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POSTED: Tue Nov 24, 2015 11:06 pm

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Unlike Vepar, Skana found the constant humming, whistling, and singing soothing, and pleasant background music to their long trek. The Dutchman had good vocal chords, and the hybrid could see why he had such good luck with the ladies. He was a charmer, and his antics annoyed her brother. It made her giggle to see the two argue about pointless things. Sully was such the opposite of who she would have expected Vepar to befriend. They had their agreements though, and the fact that Vepar had made himself a friend outside of the pack made Skana happy.

She rolled her eyes at the nonchalant shrug that was given in reply, but her sly smile stayed perched on her lips all the while. The response was so typical of the charcoal beast, and seeing the skeletons of a smile sneak onto his maw had been enough to keep her from pestering him further for a vocal reply. She knew Vepar still loathed the golden Reinhart that brought up the caboose of their ambling train. He had not yet forgiven Malus for having tried to kill her in the arena. Even months afterwards, he still gave little regard for the ex-slave. It was a grudge that would take time—a long time—to heal. He was making progress though. The fact that he had relented to letting Malus join their misfit party was a testament to that. One day, she hoped, he would look at Malus without glaring at him.

They traveled a ways, the group silent save for the tune that originated from the brindle wolfdog. Vepar decided to call for a stop—it was only a sigh, but, the sister was well-versed in the shadow’s wordless language. Her onyx ears flickered as Sully suddenly protested behind them. Skana turned, her hands still clasped within the other behind her back. She sent a questionable look to the wolfdog before shifting her gaze to her brother. The question seemed to be meant for the group’s leader more than it was her.

Malus happily accepted the break, not being one to question Vepar and his frustration with Peck wearing thin. Usually, when the group relaxed for a little while, Peck would leave him alone to beg for treats off Vepar. The golden male found a tree trunk and slunk heavily against its broad trunk. Peck remained on his perch, and Thanos and Bird alighted down onto various branches near the group.

Skana giggled softly at the conversation that played out between the two bickering men. She paced a bit away from them, not wanting to get caught up in the crossfire. Malus spared her an acknowledging glance as she neared him, but did nothing more as he tried to relax. Peck constantly shifted on his head though, and the wolf was finding it hard to sneak a nap in. When the woman didn’t leave, Malus peaked an irritable eye up at her. “What do you want?”

The silver she-wolf smiled mercifully down at him before her gaze switched to his harasser. “Go on, Peck. He’s suffered enough.” The grackle looked up at her at the sound of his name and gave a pitiful, needy squawk. Skana chuckled and dug into her satchel, procuring a tiny morsel for the beggar. “Here. Now, go.” She motioned with her snout to where the other birds had perched. The black one eagerly snatched up her peace offering before gliding over to where Thanos and Bird rested. With the feathered nuisance gone, Skana let her attentions return to her ex-slave, “To help you.”

Malus regarded her with suspicious, narrowed eyes, but otherwise went back to ignoring her presence. He tried to tune out the conversation between the other two men as well. Skana let out a breath in mock agitation. “I believe the word you’re looking for is, ‘Thank you,’” was her snarky comment. Her attention was split between the boys. Being the only female amongst all of the testosterone had its pitfalls.

His seafoam green eyes snapped to her, and his lips curled to make his own retort when an arrow suddenly broke through the bickering couples. Chaos erupted amongst the loners. The birds squawked and took to the skies within an instant of the arrow invading the group’s occupied area. Skana ducked into a low-profile stance and Malus dragged her to the ground in preparation of more to follow the first. She grunted as her body unexpectedly met the ground, and crawled out from beneath the golden male’s protective arm once she realized what had happened. Adrenaline pumped through Skana’s veins as she called out, worried, “Vepar!” Her glacier gaze sought out her older sibling, thankful to find him unharmed. Sully seemed uninjured as well as he tried to gain control of his exotic steed.

Vepar hushed the shepherd quickly as they were assaulted by another projectile. Had she been a spectator and not a participant in the chaos, Skana might have laughed at the whole situation as it played out. The imp who had caused the panic made her presence known with soft laughter. The silver Creo perked up as she recognized the coyjack. “Oh, it’s you!” Skana shrugged off the rest of Malus’ arm and stood up, brushing the dirt and leaf litter from her coat. The Infernian found humor at the group’s expense, her innocent fun not sitting well with the boys.

Sully made to attack her, and, as Malus rose to his feet behind her, the golden male had withdrawn his own knives in preparation of a confrontation. And, of course, Vepar was not keen on seeing this familiar face. The bowman was playful as ever, easily deflecting the men’s harsh looks and Vepar’s rumbled words. Malus snarled nastily at her rhetorical question, “My ass! You almost shot Sully, twice!”

Skana made a motion to hush the golden male before returning her icy blue eyes to the woman. “Yes, no harm done other than to the boys’ pride.” She offered a harmless laugh, “It’s been a while, Infernian. What brings out you outside your borders again? No more troubles at home, I hope?”

[ Form: Optime | Date: 07 NOV | cNPC Malus Reinhart, aNPC Vepar Creo + cNPC Sully, NPCs Peck, Thanos, Bird, Saul ]

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