The fire's found a home in me

[p. Haunt]

POSTED: Mon Dec 21, 2015 3:16 am

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Sorry for the wait! Hope this is okay.
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Her sleep had been restless that night, the ghosts of her past haunting her still. The nightmares came and then they went, though how long the period between their arrival and their departure would be this time, she was unsure. So much had changed since she last experienced one; the mountain was long gone to her, and her new home was a bed of thorns she was lead into by her grandmother. Of course, she could've disobeyed the old crone, but why would she? After all, Misery had saved her—from her father, and from the Khalif.

Plague thought of the nightmares as her eyelids fluttered close, her drowsiness overcoming her. They were vague things, and she was unsure of most of their aspects, but she knew one thing: her Lord was in every one of them. Even she, who believed she was meant for him, was afraid of the god. They all were, in some ways, afraid—it was why so many of her kin had burned.

Silas jostled below her, snorting, and she was dragged back to the here and now. The wraith blinked, remembering her surroundings, and shook the sleep from her head. It was good to get away from her cabin, Tabby said, but it was not so good to fall asleep while on horseback and risk falling off. She yawned, slowly feeling more awake than before as they went on. Her hand went to the gelding's mane, and she stroked it softly in thanks. Her animals, she felt, were particularly concerned with her well-being. And so it was because of that that she lead Silas from Marrgerd that afternoon on a walk to stretch his legs.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 12:09 am

OOC - Looks good to me. +300 words.

The night was beginning to settle in. The blighted pair had begun to turn in for the night, simply taking the time to enjoy each other's company. Horror had been his usual self, trying to assume control over the two of them. Haunt was not going to just let him have what he wanted, no way. He would have to fight for control, and the both of them knew that there was no way he could overcome his bulkier sister. She admired his attempts though. It made their fun much more enjoyable, possibly one of the only things in life to make her feel as such. Everything else was of a serious matter or a complete waste of time. It was much more satisfying to just stay with Horror.

Having grown a bit tired of his sister's dominant position, the red stained man turned his tail up and pushed himself off his sister. He made his way to the exit of their home, turning his head over his shoulder. He knew of his sister's thrive for hunting, and they would need something to eat. They couldn't just capture everything they found and burned it, as much as Horror would love to do just that. Tak would forever be happy with his cruel soldier and his sister could all she wanted.

The black and white woman joined her brother, leaving their home and heading down the mountain towards the base. Haunt stopped as did her brother as they noticed someone in the distance on horseback. The pair followed behind, stalking as the woman on the back of the horse continue on unaware. As the two of them came closer, they stopped to inspect the one on top of the creature. Haunt's face hardened as she bared her teeth. She soon rose up, venom sinking into her words as she addressed the woman, "Plague."

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:55 pm

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this thread is just going to be Haunt scaring the tar out of Plague, lol
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At some point, there'd been a shift in the air. It was almost too faint to notice, but Plague did. The woman brought Silas to a halt, her eyes scanning the area while her head remained still. She knew someone was watching her—while most would still be dulled by sleep, she wasn't. She couldn't afford to be unaware, not with the events of her past still looming over her.

A voice growled her name (she could almost hear the sneer), and the wraith turned her head towards the sound. All at once, and all too fast, it was as if she were among the Khalif again.

Her leg wasn't so gimp back then, and she was less quiet, less prone to analyzing every detail of her surroundings. She barely bothered to look at people, let alone take note of how they crossed their arms, or how they slouched in the presence of authority. It went without question that she didn't pay attention to how she presented herself to others. That....That had been her mistake that day. It was the mistake that sparked Haunt's ire, the one that nearly killed her but instead left her a broken, bloodied mess on the cold stone ground of the mountain.

Plague's hands tightened around Silas' reigns as she looked upon her younger sister. Their brother, Horror, stood beside the large woman, though this only proved to frighten the wraith more. Her green eyes were wide, and when she opened her maw to speak, nothing except a dry, terrified silence came forth. She swallowed the lump in her throat before she tried again.

"Haunt," she muttered, her voice cracking and barely above a whisper. Below the woman, the gelding stirred, feeling the change in his rider.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:54 pm

OOC - Indeed. +300 words.

She had remembered them, but then again how could Plague forget the sister that had nearly beaten her to death? It wasn't without good reason. The mountain was not fit for those who were inferior, or those who questioned others. They were meant for the strong and the devoted, just like her brother. But no, he had to be exiled for his extreme faith. He was the strongest of all of them there, willing to do what was needed to keep Tak at peace. They were all fools to do what they had done, but what was done was in the past. What was not left in the past was the elder sister that sat on her horse before them. Haunt's glowing eyes narrowed on the woman. It was clear that she still feared her sister. Good.

While the two stared, Horror gave his bulky sister a nudge, leaning up to speak to her, but it was obvious that he was speaking louder on purpose. He smirked, "Why don't we take her back home with us? She might make a good offering to Tak since we haven't had much luck finding black wolves." Haunt stared on for a few moments before turning to her brother, "If she's not good enough for me, what makes you think she's even good enough for Tak. He'd send us his wrath for such a useless sacrifice."

The black and white woman's attention moved back to her darker sister, glowing eyes meeting once again. There was no reason for Haunt to believe that the wolf she almost beat to death had gotten any better in the time that she was away. Perhaps it was best to finish what she had started since it seemed Plague had healed from the last beating. Since she was on horseback, why not turn it into a hunt. Haunt moved down on all forms, choosing her bulkier secui form for strength. She began to run at the black woman's horse, snapping at it. The red stained wolf wasn't too far behind her.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 03, 2016 6:53 pm

thinking Plague might fall off her horse in my next post and have a close call (+371)

They were monsters.

All of them were monsters, brought forth from Prophet's womb and Anguish's seed. They were tainted by the blood of mated siblings, and for it they suffered. If not physically, then be it mentally. Plague was by far dealt the worse hand in some ways. She came into the world screaming, born with an grotesque, useless arm sprouting from her shoulder. It was perhaps her greatest shame and in her darkest nights she wished Misery had been so cold as to let her father drop her from the cliffs. Sometimes, she felt as if she had cheated death, cheated Tak out of a meal as only a pup, and that her life was punishment for the slight.

He was angry at her, her beloved. Plague could feel it in Haunt and Horror's presence, in their words. There was no other explanation for this, it seemed. But what had she done to deserve this? "You cannot escape me," whispered the wind, carrying Tak's word. She was inclined to let them tear her apart and beg for her betrothed's forgiveness. It was all she could do to appease him, to change his mind, to be saved.

Yet something in her stirred as the beasts before her grew monstrous—something carnal and primitive and burning, pushing her to react. She'd felt it before, almost too many times to count. Though she was resigned to death (and had been for many years), her body refused to comply. It wanted to survive.

It was what kept her down during the beating as her sister broke her.

Don't fight.

It was what pushed her to drop crushed yew berries into the drink of her "handler".

You are no toy.

And now it was what drove her hands to tug at Silas' reigns, yelling for him to move.

Go! Go now!

The gelding let out a spooked, bellowing howl at his rider's command, and bolted. She clung to him fervently, desperately hoping he was quick enough to out run her hunters. There was little else she could do to secure herself atop her steed, and she prayed she wouldn't fall off. She had to get home.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 06, 2016 6:54 pm

OOC - Works for me. I did a little lead up to her falling off. Let me know if you want me to edit anything. +300 words.

All of those from the mountain were monsters in their own right, and everyone there saw the pair of siblings as the monsters that rose above the others. Horror for his cruel dedication to his faith and Haunt for her force. Haunt was not exiled like her brother was, but she might as well have been since she left with him. Her love for him was greater than anything that remained at home. There was nothing left for either of them there. If they couldn't handle their level, then they would make a life of their own, only respecting those who could show the true power that they possessed. Plague was nothing of the sort. She was weak and misguided. It was up to her black and white sister to put her out of her misery. The world didn't need a weak wolf like her sister, and Tak certainly didn't either.

The chase had begun. The black woman had turned the beast she was riding, making the two siblings behind her run after her. Haunt's form was bulky, but she still had some speed on her. Even if she did manage to fall behind, the red stained man's lanky body gave him the advantage in catching up with her. Horror didn't care much for who lived and who died. He knew of his sister's views, and his love for her was greater than any sort of moral compass. His views on Khalifism was proof enough of that.

Horror came up behind the beast, keeping a bit of distance. He didn't want to get hit while he was waiting for not only his sister, but for an opening. Haunt would catch up in time, especially once the horse had gotten a bit slower. Horror began to close it, snapping his jaws towards the animal's legs. This was sure to buy them a little time while the black and white woman caught up. If anything, the jerking from the horse might help to knock Plague off anyways. That would at least save the two siblings half of the trouble. If they needed to though, they could always kill the horse and have a meal to last them for a day or two.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 18, 2016 11:49 pm

sorry for the wait! perhaps haunt and horror will let her get ahead only to mess with her more? my next post should be her getting back on silas lol (+337)

The underbrush snapped under hooves, though Plague could only faintly hear it over the sound of her own heart. It thrashed wildly inside her, confused and terrified. She feared her ribs would crack under the force, and with that the drumming organ would burst through her chest.

She didn't look back. She couldn't, for if she did she would see death itself closing in upon her. The sight alone might be enough to kill her. From the moment she took her first breath, the world had wanted her dead. Her head pounded with the sort of grief and anger that burned her guilty, filthy soul. Was she a mistake? Was she ever meant to survive in this world, or exist in the first place? What was it? What was it that she'd done to anger the gods to this extent?

All she'd ever wished for was to be left alone in her own pitiful sorrow. Even this simple request, it seemed, would never be granted. Because Of course it wouldn't.

The wraith trusted her steed's sense of direction. Surely, he'd know to head home, wouldn't he? But she proved herself a fool once again. How many times she'd done this in her life, she'd lost count. Silas jostled her violently, and though Plague tried desperately to reign him in, he was too strong. As she was thrown from the horse, she felt a new sort of emptiness inside her.

The world was hazy where she laid, limp among rotten leaves and cold snow. Her body seemed to move without her approval then, scrambling forward as she tried to stand. Every way she looked, things were doubled; her hands, the trees, the vague figure of her horse a few meters ahead of her. It was as if she were looking upon herself from above, watching herself struggle to get closer to the spooked beast. Was this even her body? It had to be, and yet there was doubt.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:42 pm

OOC - I figured the horse could come back and make Haunt move off Plague. +300 words.

It seemed that all their efforts to frighten the horse were going as they had hoped. Plague herself seemed to be having trouble keeping him in order. While they could both feel the thrill of the hunt they had caused, it was a bit dull that it would be this easy. While Plague was far from the best of the mountain, she was still from there. Guess it just turned out that she was as weak as the first time the black and white woman beat her. Somethings don't ever change. Haunt's green eyes had drifted over to her brother, watching his movements as she trailed behind him, getting at the back side of the horse while Haunt remained on the side. She could see the fear lingering in the black woman's gaze. Although Haunt's own expression did not change, this was exactly what she wanted. She liked seeing the fear in others.

The noise of a thud brought the attention of the two attacking siblings. The horse had finally gotten spooked enough to knock its rider off. Plague was now on the ground rather than on the only thing that was keeping her away from her loner siblings. The two had backed away a bit of a distance, just to make sure they too would not get injured from the frightened animal. They could see that their black sister was doing her best to get herself oriented after her fall and making her way back towards the direction of her horse. If they were going to get her, this was their chance before she could get away again.

Although the red stained man wished to join in on the fun, he knew the brute force that his sister carried with her, and knew she would be able to do more damage to Plague. Haunt's paws carried her forward, making large strides towards the fallen woman. The bear woman pushed her weight on top of her sister, fists pulling back and moving towards the black woman. It was only fitting that she do to Plague what she had done back on the mountain. Haunt would correct her mistake.

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