I’d love to see you try to stop me

POSTED: Thu Dec 31, 2015 1:51 am

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
I can't get high enough, I can't be strong enough
Optime | Dec. 25; 7pm | Millstone Village
You know who you are.
WORD COUNT
517

Till had been busy the last week or so, making preparations for the gifts he would be giving others this season. He specifically had been trading his services for garments that were for specific luperci within the pack. A few of these were his uncle Lokr, of course, but also some of the wolves he had connected with that were not only from his past but also from his present. There had been Loki, and then his new friend, Weaver, along with his brother, Vik, and his family that he was living with, the Trombettas. In his time in Halifax he had found the pups gifts, and then traded for Vik's special alcohol, Lillith's dress, and then the smaller things that he would give to the girls, Ondine and Delfina, and Isabella. Till loved the women who had taken him in almost as a son, and repaid them with gifts and free services. Should the girls need Till to fetch something, he did it, no questions asked, for it was mostly polite for him to offer himself as they had done for him. Till almost wondered why the woman - specifically the serpent witch, was so nice to the Ulrich bastard. He couldn't even begin to fathom the complicated thoughts of the witch woman. His thoughts turned towards his gifts. It was time to give one of the readied gifts that he had received from it's "shop". Excited and giddy, he finished wrapping it in an extra pelt he had lying around and took Maschine to ride over to Millstone where he knew the male lived.

He giggled most of the way, and his nerves made hims twitch slightly more than normal but anyone who did not already know of Till's affliction could mistake them for cold shivers, because of the winter's cols embrace upon the land. While Till was not particularly short of hair, for he was fluffier than brother Viktor, he still put on some of his warmest of cloaks, and rode his steed with his hood over his head. One could accuse him of sneaking around, but the heavy footfall of his stallion in the village would alert most who slept softly that there was someone riding out in the Village. It was also not as if Maschine was not the most unique of the stallions for he more than likely could be called the most unique, if because he was the only horse who had a tattoo rather than just pure markings.

He came upon the abode that he had been searching for and the bright smile that was on his face was still glued there, as if his face had been frozen by the intense cold of this winter's night. Till hoped that he would be invited in to sit by a fire, and with that hope he dismounted his steed and with a heavy thud he hit the ground with his feet, and shuffled through the snow. Hey, Weaver! You home? asked Till, loud enough for someone to hear him from over a good distance.

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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 Jan 04, 2016 4:06 am

OOC - +400 words.

WHERE WORDS FAIL, MUSIC SPEAKS

Weaver had taken the time of gift giving to take his first steps outside of his new home since fleeing from his sister's betrothal. He couldn't help but act as he normally would, only giving a false name to those he might have come across when outside the Thistle Kingdom. He didn't run into many people, though had to pull a couple strings to get what he wanted. He had already gotten and delivered his first gift. He didn't know who the woman was before meeting her, though given the small bit of information that was given to him, he was glad to have picked out a gift that matched her interests. All that remained was his second gift. It was a beautiful one too, one to fit the beauty of Quicksilver. Her clothing was simple, but elegant, much like Ondine's choice in fashion. He hoped she would like the gift that he had collected for her. He was rather proud of the find, and could only hope his work would not go unappreciated.

The tawny man had been spending some time at home. With the four siblings being reunited under one roof once again, it was a reason to celebrate. Sure they had been here for some time, but now seemed a more fitting time for it. Brocade had been keeping a close eye on Hyacinth while Calla was mostly off doing her own things. Weaver kept to his usual manners and just kept the peace between everyone. There was never a time that music couldn't help to ease up the mood or simply give a nice tune to relax to. This evening had been quiet though. All of his siblings had gone away, so the hybrid had been left home alone. While it was nice to have some time to himself, he was also starting to feel rather lonely. It wouldn't hurt to have someone's company to share the evening with him.

As if someone was watching over Weaver, there came a voice from outside of his door. The man jumped up onto his feet and moved to the entrance, a bit surprised to see Till standing there. What could have brought him by at such a hour? I didn't really matter though at his point. A smile formed on the man's face as he stepped to the side, "Quelle surprise! It is good to see you again Till? Why don't you come inside?" Hoping the monochrome male would accept his offer, he closed the door behind him, moving to his home's open room, "So what brings you to my belle maison?"

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POSTED: Mon Jan 18, 2016 8:35 pm

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
Is this the end I fear?
Optime | Dec. 25; 7pm | Millstone Village
blooooop
WORD COUNT
430

Out of all the seasons, this was Till's favorite. It brought gifts and snow, and the hunting was not all that bad for the Lykoi boy. It was spring and summer that were his worse enemies. Most summer and spring activities involved having some important blood, and while Till was fortunate to be a Lykoi, there were some that knew his father and looked down upon the blood of Ulrich, whether it was entirely intentional or not. Till did not think of the upcoming spring and summer that would follow this winter, and how he would try to ascend through the ranks, but rather he was focused on the here and now, where he was giving the gifts of the holiday season to a few of his friends.

Weaver was a good enough friend to Till that the kindly male would think of him in the holiday, for they had met more than once over their time in Salsola, and they were of the same rank, which was what made Weaver's already non-threatening nature be even more non-threatening. Till had a theory that as long as Weaver and Till stayed on the same side, they would be able to be friends regardless of who outranks the other. That's how a true Family should function, and this was how Till liked to shroud his thoughts with rather than the truth of each and every one of these other beings being nothing but snakes in the grass. This is why Till was genuinely kind to others, and tried his best not to be rude, though others may perceive him as such on occasion but he did not mean to be unless he simply was not fond of another, and for him that was nearly impossible, unless one was a dirty hog of a being. Even then the male would have to have some other substance as to why he did not like them besides them being a dirthog.

Till was greeted at the door by an enthusiastic Weaver, which made Till at first jump up in surprise, but recover quickly and chuckle before the male had invited him into his abode. Till took this chance to enter the male's house and then he turned around and handed over the soft, fur wrapped present that he had for the other. Salsolans exchange gifts in the winter, and I decided to get you something. I hope you like it! spoke the bastard as his bright blues followed the package and he awaited Weaver's reaction to his present.

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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
Ranger Apprentice
User avatar
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Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Sat Jan 23, 2016 1:51 am

OOC - +400 words.

WHERE WORDS FAIL, MUSIC SPEAKS

Friendship was one of the things that Weaver held onto. When he and his siblings were living back home, they were all that he had. Any friend he could have made would have gotten wrapped up in the gang wars, much like his brother Brocade had. He was glad that his brother hadn't fallen and was able to come to Salsola with the rest of his siblings. Although the tawny man was aware that the higher rank someone had, the more respect they had, the friends that he had managed to make that happened to be below him would still remain as such. Duncan was a good example of that case. While Weaver had risen to a higher rank, Duncan was still an Associate. That didn't matter though. He still enjoyed being out with the other male, getting the two of them into trouble that Duncan would have to get the two of them out of. It would be no different with Till if one of them managed to get to a higher rank than the other. Their friendship had been given time to build with the work they had been doing together after all.

The hybrid had been curious of the fur that the monochrome man had brought along with him. Till entered the man's home, letting Weaver close the opening before joining his dear friend. Till had turned to face him, offering the item that he had brought with him. He explained that Salsola did a gift exchange in the wintertime. The tawny man had heard about this tradition and gotten involved himself. He had gotten the names of those he was supposed to give his gifts to, though he never would have imagined Till would be one of the members to get him. A large smile curled up on Weaver's face as he took the fur from the other man's hands.

Weaver moved his free hand up, beginning to undo the fur that had covered up the gift that Till had given to him. Green eyes stared down as the item revealed itself. Inside the fur was the carefully crafted vest. It matched the Thistle Kingdom with it's color and symbols, and was even lined with fur. Weaver's entire face lit up as he rested the fur on his arm, holding the vest up into the air and turning it around, "Quelle merveilleuse surprise! This is well made. Thank you for the gift Till." The hybrid move the fur to the side, taking the vest and slipping it onto his body. It was a perfect fit. His cheeks touched along the fur that lined the top of the vest. Weaver soon turned his body around in front of the monochrome man, "What do you think?"

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POSTED: Sat Jan 30, 2016 1:09 am

TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
When I watch you, want to do you, right where you're standing
Optime | Dec. 25; 7pm | Millstone Village
blooooop
WORD COUNT
500

Till was a friendly being, probably the most genuine and friendly in Salsola, but this was something that his mother swore would be the end of him. One could wonder if the woman felt relief when he leave Salsola, wishing he never came back to be torn piece by piece by the Thistle Kingdom's peacocks and snakes. Till would never know why his mother thought of his departure, not unless he left again or she came back to their borders would they meet again. Till hoped that they did, and this was the first winter without her, and it almost felt empty without her. It was a good thing that Till had began to make friends within Salsola, and these friends made it less hard for him to spend the holiday without his dearest mother.

Weavers abode was pleasant and Till kept a look of content on his face as he watched Weaver grab at the pelt and he unwrapped it to reveal the gifts that were crafted finely by their own Salsolan blood and also done by his own hand, for the pelt that wrapped everything up was his own handiwork, along with the hunting of the fox that lined the vest that the male gladly looked at and took into his hands. Till watched as the other quickly tried the vest on, the proportions being rather accurate considering that he did not tell Lillith who the vest was for, and modeled for her himself. Till felt his cheeks heat up and he felt the itch in his throat that he tried to clear before he let a small smile rest on his lips. Till nodded his head vigorously as the other asked him how it looked on him. Till was excited that the male liked the vest, and he also liked the short model session that the male graced him with, especially because Weaver was not bad to look at, not at all. It was sad that Weaver was not attracted to guys, because Till would have loved to fraternize with the handsome golden male.

"You look dashing, dear Monsieur Weaver!" the male exclaimed, the small smile turning into a wide one as he stood there, waiting for him to look at his other gift that had been at the bottom of the same wrapping. He wondered if the male would like the other garment, with the knives that were able to be held in the sash. The knives were also very rare and beautiful objects, for the male was lucky that Till got his hands on such a beautiful set of blades that were not only beautiful but extra deadly because of the poison that lay in the orbs at the end of the handle of the twin knives. "Look at the other things i have gotten you, mon ami" the male spoke with a smile as he motioned to the other objects that were nestled comfortably in the hide that he wrapped the gifts in.

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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
Ranger Apprentice
User avatar
J
Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Mon Feb 08, 2016 10:52 am

OOC - +300 words.

WHERE WORDS FAIL, MUSIC SPEAKS

Weaver admitted to himself that he wasn't much of a canine for clothing, but with the change in home, there was never a harm in change with himself. As he moved up through the ranks, he wanted to make himself look more presentable to the other family members. Besides that, he was sure that the ladies might like the new look he had gotten. Perhaps it would help him make all that more attractive. He would have to test that theory sometime. There was one female who had been evading him for some time now, well two really. Claire and Ondine. How could he even compare the two? The only reason Claire came before his distant cousin was because Ondine didn't seem to want him as much as the lighter female did. That, of course, would not stop him from trying.

A smile formed over the tawny man's face to Till's comment. He couldn't thank him enough for the great gift. His head inclined upwards as the monochrome man explained there more in the pelts. Till had brought him more than one gift? The man became filled with excitement as he moved back to the wrapping, looking again to find the sash and the daggers that laid inside. They were just as amazing as the vest. Weaver's hands moved first to the sash, carefully tieing it around his waist. It seemed to go well with the vest that he was wearing. That just made it all the better.

The hybrid soon turned his attention to the daggers, holding them in his hands with care. They were just as beautifully crafted as the other gifts that had been given to him. He carefully lined the daggers along the sash, turning back to Till as he posed again. This time, he had everything that was given to him. He uttered a small laugh before his green eyes rested on Till's, "How do I look now? Tout comme beau non?"

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