[M] Understand the wrath of the beast

For Till

POSTED: Sun Dec 20, 2015 1:39 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


OOC - +300 words.

Sacrifice meant everything. Without it, the night would consume everything, including the pair with such a devoted faith to their dark lord. Tak was forever hungry, and without the gifts that he required, he would come after them, just as it was always taught to those on the mountain. Haunt and Horror were no exception, even if the two of them were nothing but a blight on their family name. It meant very little to them. Horror's complete faith was unmatched, and the black and white woman's love for her brother was just the same. They left the mountain, and they stayed together. No force would break them apart, not even Tak. Thus, it was important that he was to remain at bay from the pair.

Being the stronger of the two, Haunt was the one in charge for hunting and capturing the sacrifices, including the wolves each month should they be lucky to even come across one. It was tradition, and there was no reason to abandon it if it would appeal to Tak the most. Horror took part in preparing everything else. They acted as one with the same goal in mind. Haunt crouched on all fours, using her size to her advantage. Prey was a bit hard to find, but without being bound to an area, they were free to roam as far as they wished. When something appropriate was found, the black and white wolf leapt forward, taking her jaws around the neck of the creature and dragging it along with her.

The wolf returned, joining her brother. He gave her a twisted grin before she brought over the live creature, keeping it still until the time was right. The red stained wolf took the stage, offering his blessing and prayers before motioning his sister forward. He took the beast, setting it ablaze. Its cries were like music to their ears. It was their hope that Tak would be pleased with their offering.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 20, 2015 7:07 pm

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
Counting flowers for the petals when they love me not
Optime | Dec. 20th; 12am | Mt. Halcyon
This is where you would write something out of character.
WORD COUNT
815

It had already been slightly over a month since Till had been outside of Salsola, and it had been even more time since he had to disguise his scent. He rubbed his fur down with pine and wood ash before he started chewing on some Red Currant berries. After that he smashed a few and rubbing the juice along the top of his snout. This dyed his fur a lighter red, at first, but once he smashed more and added a slight bit of Sumac berries to the mixture(along with some water to moisten it up a bit more). He was careful with this mixture and spent a good amount of the late afternoon preparing himself for his trip away from Salsola on this night. While he did not mean to go too far outside of Salsola, Till did have some business to attend to down in the south. He needed to obtain a few more fabrics for Lillith, along with some small objects for himself, should he be able to claim them in Halifax. Before he left his home he prepared his bow and quiver, his checkerboard scarf, and his thick green cloak. The winter nights were harsh on his pelt, and these things would keep him at least a bit more warm than he would be otherwise, and they all were articles of clothing that others would not recognize of him.

The night was still young by the time he had left, and he walked for hours, accompanied only by Viktor's owl. He had not asked her to come with him, but she felt the need to follow him for whatever reason, and Till did not mind. At least if something happened to him someone would be able to know what happened. He trudged on, his bow and quiver strapped to his backpack and map in hand. He needed to make sure he was going the right way, and once he made it to the base of the mountain, he knew he was in the right place. On his most recent voyage throughout the landmass that was Nova Scotia, he had found out that Inferni, the infamous coyote clan, where Lykoi blood is dominant, where his blood came from, had taken most of the plains and their expanse ended at the base of the mountains. This fact made Till laugh, but also realize how much of jerks the coyote clan could be. Till didn't mind much, because "to each their own" but it was just funny to realize how funny the coyote clan was. Needless to say this was also inconvenient for him to have to go up the mountain to go around them, but maybe he could find someone on the mountain that also faced the same issue, and maybe they had goods on them.

Till wandered towards the east, knowing that if he hit the coast than he had gone too far and needed to go down the mountain, and once there he could continue on his way to Halifax. This was at the forefront of his mind, and the male did most of his travelling done at night. While there might be more travelers out during the day, the sun was ever daunting on the pink-nosed Salsolan.

Till hadn't forgotten the witching hours, the things that made nights terrible. In fact, Till was friendly with the witches, and often joined their rituals, for he was born in a witches' pack, even though he did not actively worship a witch's god. He'd moved through the forest silently, as he was taught to do, but there had been a clearing in the dark forest, where his eyes had fallen upon the figure of two wolves. They both were around the same size as Till, if not a little more heavyset than he, if only because of Till's high coyote content. These were wolves though, and they were not unimposing. Till watched, silently from the brush and tree he hid behind, his bright blue eyes piercing through the moonlight's night as the servants of Tak as they continued their ritual. Till was not nervous, but he was curious, and his large ears perked lightly, but stayed low as to remain hidden. He took in the sight of them, the hanging of the body, the...They...burned it..alive..
Till had not known what they had burned, but it's deathly screams were horrible against Till's ears. Till moved from his spot and made his presence obvious. "Hello Worshippers, My name if Van Lykoi, and I'm interested in your lord. Tak was his name, no?" he easily offered up the information to them, for they had piqued his interest, and if they thought they had a follower, they would be less likely to attack him. He could only hope they were not hostile.

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TILL VAN ULRICH
'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season
All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
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HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Sun Dec 20, 2015 11:56 pm

OOC - +300 words.

The cried of the burning sacrifices were nothing new in the wolves' ears. They new that unless the offering was living before they offered it to Tak, then they would suffer his wrath. Their fear of him had hardened them to being unmoved by the burning cries. The screams echoed throughout the area, Haunt and Horror watching as the creature continued to burn, soon charing up from the flames. Soon enough the cried died down and the animal gave its last breath. Its flesh had been consumed and sent to Tak's realm. Horror continued to speak, allowing his prayers to pass along as the fires began to die down. Haunt stared on at her brother's practice, crossing her arms as she waited for him to finish.

The black and white woman's head turned to the side, ears flicking as she heard the noise of something coming towards them. Haunt's hand moved to her mace. Nothing would get the jump on them. From the shadows of their surroundings came the gray man with his companion owl. He addressed them as worshipers, claiming to learn more about their lord Tak. Her eyes narrowed to the man. He held the colors or someone from the mountain, but didn't look like anyone she might have recognized. Her hand remained along her mace. His interest was fine, but there would be no mercy if he proved to be inferior.

The red stained man was a contrast to his sister, but only in the manner that he presented himself. The two of them knew the nature of themselves, but there was no need for others to know about it. Being the priest of Tak himself, Horror stepped forward, leaning up towards the inch taller male, "Now why would someone like you be interested in our lord? You are not from the mountain."

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POSTED: Mon Dec 21, 2015 1:14 am

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
Counting flowers for the petals when they love me not
Optime | Dec. 20th; 12am | Mt. Halcyon
This is where you would write something out of character.
WORD COUNT
407

He had gotten their attention, though they were easily defensive. It made sense. It was late, and the darkness held monsters more often than not. Till would have been one of these monsters, and he was, in a way, but in the eyes of others he was a stranger, someone who didn't quite belong in a merciless crowd of individuals. Till was naturally nice, and this had been his fault slightly. Sometimes, being nice worked out for him, and sometimes it didn't, but more often than not, complying until finding a way to escape had done him good. Damn good in his opinion, and just the thought of the horrors he had seen when he had come across the Vampire King and his lackeys. He touched his neck absently, where not only Viper had bitten him, but also where his Salsolan mark was, hidden behind his thick checkerboard scarf. Till shuffled lightly on his feet, a hand suddenly went to his hip and he huffed lightly. It was cold, and the dying fire was almost sad, though the afterglow of life being taken to the heavens was beautiful, and even Till could not deny it. He wouldn't want to deny the beauty of religion. Life would be so dull if he hadn't.

He did not back down from the worshippers. He stared at them as if they were equal as he, which he was, on this land, and a high born as he said he was, would never back down. The only way to back down was to a god, and what better ploy to pull than the high born searching for truth. Till was somehow relaxed in his proud poise, and a smile was able to creep on his maw, even if these two did pose a threat to him. He was used to looking in the face of vipers and smiling. This would not stop him. His gray tail flicked lightly and his ears twitched every once in awhile, but not nearly as bad as it got when he was truly nervous.

You are right, I am from no mountain. I am high born in a godless land, and I want to bring them a god, the true god.. If you believe that this god, Tak, is truth, then I want to know what makes him truth. Till explained, in confidence that they would give him the information as he wanted.

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TILL VAN ULRICH
'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season
All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
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Salsola
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Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Mon Dec 21, 2015 3:29 am

OOC - +300 words.

The man calling himself 'Van Lykoi' had earned their attention, but what he did with it would determine just how long he would be able to hold it for. Many didn't get the pleasure of staying with the two long before they were on their way, beaten by Haunt, or sent into the flames of Tak. The pair were better alone, making little friends and sharing with each other. Why would they need anyone else? Those of the mountain had already pushed Horror away, and Haunt along with him, so there would be a chance it could happen again if given the chance to be with others. It also wouldn't help that the black and white woman's views would go against the very nature of a pack, and the way their ranks works. She was not inferior and those below them didn't belong in this world.

The man's twitching caused the wolves to raise an eyebrow. It didn't seem that this was a reaction of nervousness. No, if that were the case, he wouldn't have been so confident with him. Despite this, Haunt posture and face had not changed. It remained hard, focused on Van Lykoi. Her ears pinned back as her tail curled up, reminding him of who was the one in control here.

There was a moment of silence that had fallen over the pair when the gray man spoke again. Not only did it seem unbelievable that he had come from a godless land, but his lack of knowledge of Tak was disgusting. How could he think that a dark god like the one that they worshiped was a true god? Or even one that could be spoke about so lightly? The top lip of Haunt's mouth curled up, though the red stained man held a hand up to her. His tail curled upwards as well, stepped in closer to Van Lykoi, his face turning much more grim as he was engulfed by his faith, "Tak is the master of the night, and all that the shadows hold. His shadow watches over everyone, and devours everything. His hunger is never filled."

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POSTED: Fri Jan 08, 2016 6:05 pm

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
Play from the pawns of the discord
Optime | Dec. 20th; 12am | Mt. Halcyon
This is where you would write something out of character.
WORD COUNT
314

The Lykoi was aware of the aggressive posture of the woman. Till was naturally an unafraid being, and this could be something that was a fault in him. While he knew when to back down, he was in character, and his character had that arrogant air around him. He would not break character, for cowardice was lowly, and unlike a creature of a royal nature (even though some would argue that it really was) and Till would not crumble until these two proved that their god was a true god. Ears perked up lightly, but still remained in a relaxed angle, and his tail flicked lightly, but was held at a still relaxed, but dominant position, unflinching. Van had taken in the words of the other male, but noted the female's angered state. Had he been more prepared to meet a lady, he would have brought gifts with him, but still Till was not prepared for an encounter of this nature, and he should have had something to offer the worshipers to their god. If anything, his supplies were trade fodder, rather than sacrificial coin.

Why did you guys burn it alive? To feed Tak? Till asked, his bright eyes curious and his interest perked. If you have a god of the night, is there one of light, too? Or does Tak live alone in this world? he asked, wondering more about their nature, and not being patient enough to not ask them everything about their faith. This action was something that was not of "Van's" nature, but of Till's and he didn't mean to slip into his own curious nature, but the consumption of the creature's life was an interesting concept and belief that he had to talk to them himself. Van's face still held an interested smile, and the curious glow in his bright blue eyes.

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TILL VAN ULRICH
'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season
All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
Avvie by Jasmae@FA, signature image by Motth@FA


Salsola
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Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Fri Jan 15, 2016 2:31 pm

OOC - +400 words.

Haunt's eyes didn't move. They were not going to leave the monochrome man until he had completely left. There was no telling what he might try to do to her or her brother. There was also the fact that she needed to keep an eye on the way he acted. It wasn't often that someone came around who was interested in a faith that required the burning of sacrifices alive, but did he have a true goal hidden underneath all this curiosity? Was it really just that? She couldn't say for sure, but with the presence of her figure, he would be stupid to try something against her or her brother. Something that Haunt could respect though about this man was that he was not afraid. He kept himself relaxed, though he did continue to twitch. He wasn't even afraid of her given her size and build. It was something at least.

The questions kept coming, but Horror was more than happy to answer them. It wasn't often that he got to dive this deep into his faith with an outsider. More often than not, the two of them were putting on a mask and looking for the prey that they needed, whether for Tak or for themselves. Better for others to stay away anyways. The red stained man's smile twisted up as he spoke again, "Our sacrifices must be burnt alive when we send them to Tak, otherwise he will send us his wrath. His favorite though are black wolves.." But of course they were harder to find out here.

Horror nudged his sister gently as he chuckled, "Why don't you answer his other question?" Although Haunt would have prefered to remained silent, she understood why he did this. She was not originally of Tak, but of another, so it seemed only fitting she would speak about her birth god. The black and white woman's posture remained unchanged, and her tone was far more serious that even that of her devoted brother, "Tak shares the world with two other gods, Ankh and Rah'khir. Anhk is the ruler of the sun and day." To speak of Anhk left a bad taste in Haunt's mouth. She had abandoned her teachings long ago. Tak was her lord now, and always would be.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 29, 2016 3:23 pm

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
Find freedom in the fact that no one will miss you,
Optime | Dec. 20th; 12am | Mt. Halcyon
This is where you would write something out of character.
WORD COUNT
578

Still the Lykoi could feel the hateful gaze of the woman with the polar bear cloak on him. He turned his gaze to her momentarily, smile pasted on his maw as it normally was. For those who knew Till knew this grin, though it was often mistaken for something more sinister than it was, mainly because of this, those who did not know him could easily think that he was up to something even when it was innocently standing there with little on his mind other than figuring out who these worshipers were and more importantly, who their god was. The other male told him more of Tak, how he was in favor of those wolves with a midnight pelt, which was not Till. Till would be useless to them should they decide to become violent with him, but Till also still did not show much sign of discomfort or suspicion on his face, rather he still wore that cat-like grin that nestled itself on his face. He often couldn't help but to be friendly and the other had experienced much worse than these worshipers, who only burned creatures that were not of their species, he had seen worshipers who gutted the live wolves, and others who drank the blood of others. This was why things had not bothered him like anyone who was not exposed to such things. The horrors he had encountered while outside of Salsola were both frightening and intriguing at the same time, and Till found that his curiosity outweighed his fear, even to a point where fear was not present anymore, and it was only curiosity, and no fear. Till was not always like this, for when he was younger he had a lot of fear, but his training, and then the torture that he had witnessed had caused his frown to turn into a smile in the face of danger.

Those who smiled in the face of danger were less likely to be killed.

Till's ice blue and warm lavender eyes were turned from the male to the female as she was prompted to speak of their other gods. Maybe not particularly their other gods, but the gods that apparently existed on this mountain of theirs. The swamp child was an Earth Witch by nature, a Catholic by teaching, but he did not feel particularly attached to either of them, even though he held many of his Earth Witch teachings close to heart, while his Catholicism was basically non-existent. Till realized that he was much too much of a sinful canine to be accepted into the community of Catholoic Canids, but he also did not find himself really bothered by it either. Till was also unafraid of these gods and their wrath, so he did not make the most fearful and devoted of worshipers, but if he did enjoy a ritual, he was bound to participate or lead his own ceremonies himself more often. Tak took things in the belly of a fire, and the howls of the dying beast were like none he had heard before. These things intrigued him, and this made him interested more in these wolves. And who is Rah'khir? asked the bastard, his bright eyes still on the woman, and the same friendly smile sitting on his maw.

Is Ankh in favor of white pelted wolves? What about Rah'khir? asked the male, still wondering more and more of their mountain gods.

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TILL VAN ULRICH
'Cause we were always alone, We were born in the hunter's season
All I really ever wanted was for you to die in the arms of someone
Avvie by Jasmae@FA, signature image by Motth@FA


Salsola
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Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Fri Jan 29, 2016 5:13 pm

OOC - +400 words.

The both of them had heard the monochrome man's questions, though Horror had silently excused himself to take care of the remains from their ritual, sending the last of his blessings to their lord. The red stained man was deep in his faith, much more than his sister was, but only towards Tak. He fully belonged to the dark god and had from the day that he was born. It felt foreign to even think of him speaking on behalf of the other gods from the mountain. Haunt on the other hand didn't feel the same way. She cared enough to ensure that Tak received his fill, but not enough to go around praising him as much as Horror did. Since it was very clear to her that he was not going to answer Van, it would be up to her to do it once more. Green gaze moved from her brother and back over to the Lykoi man, speaking once again, "Rah'khir is god over anyone of any other pelt color. God over all crafted goods and walks at the time between dawn and dusk. Sacrifices to her are built objects rather than offers like we give to Tak or Ankh."

He had also questioned Ankh, regarding if she looked out for those with white pelts. He was catching on rather well. It was good to see that he at least had some common sense along with him. The black and white woman gave him a nod, "Yes she is. She protects white wolves and Tak protects black wolves. Those who are in between go to either." Leaving out the face of mentioning that she once belonged to someone else. There was no need to give him that kind of information and hoped he did not seek it.

Haunt withdrew her voice for now, sure that he would have more questions to come, but felt no need to give him more information than what he asked for. Horror's body lingered in front of the fire, watching the animal they had left in there to burn and turn to ash. A twisted smile grew over the man's face as he turned his head up to the sky, guiding the smoke and the flames up towards the night sky. Only Haunt's ears turned to the crackling of the flames, though kept her eyes on the Lykoi man, studying him and his reactions to the information she gave him. His smile was something she had taken note of. He better watch what he did or her force might still meet him. It only took something as little as the wrong look to set her off.

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