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Haunt!

POSTED: Fri Jan 29, 2016 3:01 pm

Snow lay thick in the shallow valley. It seemed even cooler here thanks to Mount Oromocto's great shadow and Sylven shivered slightly as he walked through the ghosts of gardens. Once they had been tended to with love and great care, but now the gardens were becoming a wilderness, their neatness skimmed away with every passing Spring. Winter would soon be drawing to a close and Sylven had wanted to scout out the valley for points of interest before the inevitable flooding came to wash away even more evidence of the creatures who had once made it their home. Few buildings remained now, but what was left was sufficiently interesting for Sylven to spend a good portion of the day here.

The gardens had lured all sorts of prey to the area, and it seemed a natural stopping point after the reaches of Mount Oromocto. Sylven had already filled his belly, and now he rested against what had once been a wall. The irregular stones had come apart gradually over the years, leaving nothing but a section of the once strong structure. Sylven's back was against it, one arm resting over his knees, and he was considering all that had happened in the past few months.

The boy let out a satisfied yawn, his fur bristling for a moment before it settled back against his skin. The spot he had chosen was quiet, a good place to be with his thoughts; moments of reflection like these were rare for the Firebringer youth. Always in his mind was Aphrodite who baffled and challenged him every day; his siblings resided there too, though they remained in their birth pack for the time being. The news that Izrian had a boyfriend had been a surprise to Sylven and while that news wasn't unwelcome he continued to worry for his sister.

In one hand the young Firebringer gripped the flute his mother had sent to him via Harlequin. As he leaned against the remnants of the stone wall, he lifted the instrument to his lips and blew, creating a soft, lulling sound.

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SYLVENFIREBRINGER

POSTED: Fri Jan 29, 2016 5:11 pm

OOC - +400 words.

There had been some time between the last time that the siblings had been away from the mountain and now. It wasn't like they really cared to leave anyways. They had already met up with Bane, and didn't seek much from the others that were in the area. All they needed was each other, and that was enough for them. The two blighted siblings had taken some time just to enjoy each other's company and their love. It was a side of Haunt that she didn't get to show often. Being the larger of the two and the warrior, her body language was strong and stoic. Her tone was always carried with serious weight. But here, in the time they shared alone, she could actually relax. Although she still fought to keep control over her brother's actions, it was much more in good fun rather than in any other sense. He would try so hard to overpower her, and she couldn't help but give him a little, only to take it away from him once again.

Though, there was always an end to such things. They could not neglect their duties to their dark god. Tak was never patient and without something to fill his belly, they would be the ones to pay the price for their lack of faith. With still no sign of any black wolves to send to the fire, they would have to rely on live animals. Choosing to stay behind and prepare for the burning, Haunt left the mountain on her own to begin the search. Horror would be fine at their home alone. He may not have had as much physical strength as his black and white sister did, but he was far smarter. He could easily take care of himself. Anyone daring to mess with him would likely meet the flames, dead or alive.

Haunt and her brother had already been down towards the southern areas of this region once before, so it seemed fitting to see what the northern areas were like. She moved along the lines of the mountain to avoid trespassing into Salsola. The siblings had already done this once before, and didn't intend to do it again. It took some time, though she came close to another mountain further north. There was sure to be something here that she could catch and drag back. The bear woman's ears turned as she heard a soft sound in the distance. Figuring that they had some time to spare before they would need to preform their ritual, Haunt's paws carried her in the direction of the sound. What she came upon was the brown and tan man playing some kind of object, which was causing the sound. Haunt's green gaze narrowed on him as she came into view, staring down at him.

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POSTED: Tue Feb 02, 2016 8:00 am

The melody ebbed and flowed like the rivers which wound through the region, quiet and smooth in places and staccato in others as the young Firebringer grew accustomed to the sound. Occasionally there would be a bum note, harsh and high pitched where Sylven hadn't moved his lips precisely enough, but for the most part the music he made was flowing and gentle. Used to playing with his hands, he still needed to get used to the wind instrument, but having an ear for music and knowing what his ears liked helped in creating pleasant sounds.

The flute made it necessary for the boy to breathe through his mouth alone – and so he didn't scent the bear-like woman until she appeared, hulking and with eyes narrowed. Those bright green eyes were on Sylven as he huddled against the remnants of the wall, and even as he continued to play his own sunflower yellow eyes met hers. There was little reaction or emotion in his gaze; he was concentrating on making music.

He didn't have the sense to be truly afraid, despite her considerable size. Once the music reached a natural pause he removed the flute from his lips and straightened his back, wondering if she was curious about the melody, though she looked less than friendly. Maybe she just had one of those faces which was grumpy when it rested, he thought. Sylven clutched the flute more tightly, in any case.

“Can I help yu?” the youth asked, holding the small instrument close to his chest. His question emerged in a puff of silvery air and one eyebrow twitched upwards.
SYLVENFIREBRINGER

POSTED: Sat Feb 06, 2016 5:58 pm

OOC - +300 words.

Haunt watched as the male turned his attention to her. It didn't take him long to notice that she was there, but then again, could anyone miss her? She was very bulky, so hiding was not good for her, not that she would want to anyways. Her green eyes met with his as he turned his head. She could see the lack of fear, and lack of emotion, in his eyes. As if he didn't care that she was actually there, looking at him. He just continued on with his playing. This of course, didn't help him in any way. It only served to annoy her even more. If she was going to hunt around here, she for one didn't want the music to play so that the pray would stick around, but better yet, that she would be able to keep her focus on what she was doing. Haunt wasn't about to get back to her work until she had made sure that they annoyance was taken care of.

It didn't take long before the male stopped his playing, though he kept his attention on her. He moved the object closer to him, addressing the bear woman on what she wanted. Haunt stood there for a moment, examining him before she crossed her arms. Her hands moved up, curling the cloak around her arms, if only to hide away the weapon she brought along with her. She didn't want to have to resort to that unless things here decided to get too out of hand. Then again, she wasn't worried in the slightest. He didn't seem like much of a fighter.

Turning her attention back to the moment though, the black and white woman curled her muzzle upwards, a couple teeth poking through to the man, "That noise you are making is annoying. Stop it." She was only going to give him one warning. If he decided not to listen to her, then he better look forward to the beating that he would soon receive.

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POSTED: Mon Feb 15, 2016 12:09 pm

Sun-gold eyes met green ones. Sylven should have seen the warning in them, but he was too engrossed in his playing to take note of a warning even if there was one. Most of all he could see the pair of eyes' brightness – they were too bright, so he dragged his gaze away and let it linger on the fingers which were coaxing notes out of the flute. A wiser wolf would have been far more intimidated by the bear-like woman; Sylven simply thought she was interested in the music. He hadn't considered that it would drive prey away – he didn't consider many things.

The woman's arms lifted to cross over each other, her hands curling into fists around the edges of the cloak she wore, and Sylven's own sepia hands curled around the instrument as if it might be snatched from him. At first she said nothing, simply staring down at him – and, finally, the boy saw the glint of irritation in her eyes, like hardened emeralds.

Had Sylven possessed more respect for the unknown or for those far larger and stronger than him, he would have agreed to the demand to stop playing. Had he not been a pig headed and stubborn youth, he would have taken his flute and himself off to some other spot where even the loudest of melodies couldn't reach the loner. But Sylven was Sylven, and as he saw sharp teeth poke out from underneath a curled lip, his hackles lifted slightly. He didn't mind being told what to do in Krokar, or by his family in Vinátta, but as far as he could see this territory was unclaimed and the woman, however large she was, had no jurisdiction over him. It seemed strange that she would come towards the source of her annoyance rather than putting more distance between it and herself – and that should have been yet another clue that Sylven was about to get in trouble; this female clearly had no issue with confrontation.

For a moment the yearling froze. Then his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and he frowned as if he couldn't comprehend the very clear demand that had been made.

“It's not noise, s'called music,” he objected, blind to the danger. "D'yu tell the birds to shut up in the mornin'?"

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SYLVENFIREBRINGER

POSTED: Thu Feb 18, 2016 2:05 pm

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Just how stupid was this male? Rather than noticing the danger that she was presenting to him, he stayed where he was, though his hands moved around his instrument, protecting it. Rather than getting up to leave, he stayed. Did he think he really stood a chance against her? There was no way he would be able to match to the bulky bear woman, but if he wanted to deal with the punishment that would come from this, then that was his choice. In the end, Haunt didn't care what came of this, so long as she could deal with the annoyance and get back to what she came here to take care of. The longer that this took though, the more annoying this male proved to be.

As if that wasn't bad enough, he decided to speak back to her again, claiming to noise he was making to be music, but that was not what bothered her the most. It was his second retort. He was only pushing her more towards dealing with this problem. Her green eyes narrowed down to him, more teeth baring from her lips as they continued to curl up, "Whatever birds have lived around our home have fled or been burned alive. There are none to silence anymore." And it was a good thing too. Bird were too small, but enough to send to Tak when the two siblings had nothing else to give.

The black and white woman's paws carried her forward towards the male. If that wasn't enough to make him back down, then nothing would but her having to use the force herself. Her hands moved to her sides, slowly forming into fits. She could use the weapon that she had hidden away, but not right now. He was not worth the trouble of taking it out. All she would have to do is beat him. He didn't look like he would be able to do much back to her, besides that, he was unarmed. What harm could his strikes do against her's?

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POSTED: Wed Mar 16, 2016 11:49 am

Sylven was playing with fire – and the flames were green, flickering in a narrowed pair of eyes, dancing with a demon whose name the yearling didn't know.

His marigold eyes only widened slightly at the bear-like woman's response. He wondered for a moment if she was insane – what sort of a beast not only burnt birds alive but seemed to derive pride from such a pursuit? He found her claim that there were no birds left where she lived either dubious or a great shame, since Sylven had knowledge of how birds could aid Luperci in everything from hunting to alerting. Not that any bird, no matter how loudly it shrieked, could have alerted Sylven with enough speed to avoid his arrogance getting him into a pickle.

The boy just about had sense enough to bite his tongue when he saw the curl of a lip, the exposure of dangerous teeth. He didn't have sense enough to flee. Instead he rose slowly, a fist still curled around the flute which had been the root cause of any hot water he might find himself in within the next few moments.

Sylven was young, his personality still forming. Sometimes he was wise beyond his years and sometimes – like now – he was full of arrogance and a will which wouldn't yield to threats, no matter how dangerous the situation seemed to be. He wasn't blind – he saw the danger – he would just rather be broken by it than bend to it.

His empty hand curled into a fist at his side and he considered simply staying silent. Arrogance, again, surfaced in a low voice:

"Well ain't you big and clever."
SYLVENFIREBRINGER

POSTED: Fri Apr 01, 2016 2:04 pm

OOC - +200 words.

Haunt's green eyes drifted down to his sides as she noticed his own hands curling up into fists. It was clear that he was not going to run away. His voice only helped to enforce this decision of his. He couldn't hold himself back at all. If that was going to be the case, then she wasn't going to either. He better be prepared for some damage. No one ever escaped from the bear woman without some reminder of her, whether that injury be perminant or not. It really didn't matter to her. She would do whatever it took to put this man in his place and make the annoyance end so she could get back to her own task.

Paws carried the black and white woman forward. There was no more time for words. Now was the time to take some action against the male. Her gaze locked on him, watching him for any moves that he might have done as she made her approach. Given the way he was acting, he probably wouldn't move just to prove how tough he was. That was fine with her. It would make him an easy target.

When Haunt came into his range, she quickly lifted her fist up, pulling it back and thrusting it for the male. Really it didn't matter on its target location. As long as she hit him, she would be satisfied. If anything, she would rather prolong the fight than have it end so quickly. She enjoyed the beating she gave to others. But the question was, if the punch met its target, would he flee then, or still insist on fighting back?

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