[m] When the cold in my heart leaves

It comes to an end, and quietly I'll go to sleep

POSTED: Sun Apr 24, 2016 9:30 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.


TILL VAN ULRICH-LYKOI
Somewhere in time, I will find you and haunt you again
Optime | 9pm; April 21 | H. Mountain
Whelp we were supposed to do this thread a hella long time ago whoops.
WORD COUNT
636

This had been his first trip, alone, outside of Salsola since the Red Star had fallen. Since it had fallen the male had trouble getting around, and even now he had taken the time to decide to leave Salsola, undisguised in appearance, but smothered in flowers and ash to cover the smell of his pack. While he knew that he would be able to be tracked easily by those who knew his signature scent (aka Dullahan) but others who did not know his smell would easily be convinced that he was a loner, or someone who did not matter. Till was far from social as of late, and this mostly was because what had happened to his face. He was less than excited to be continuously asked about what had happened to the beautiful pale skin and fur that graced his face, burnt off by the intensity of the Red Star's descent. He was actually really bitter about it, and the reason he wore his scarf over it was so that the other Salsolans would assume he had gone blind because of the red star and they would be less inclined to ask about the blisters that turned into scabs, that later would turn into scars because of the male's neurotic nature of picking at scabs.

Till had been lucky compared to others, for when the Red Star fell, the Earth shifted and there had been deaths both inside and outside of Salsola. Till hadn't known the most devastating of the deaths in Salsola, their Crone, especially when religion was becoming so much more popular in Salsola (not to say that they weren't already known as swamp witches by others anyways). He had begun to consider his options within Salsola, to go for maybe some other job than that of Consilgio, for he seemed to have little luck with obtaining the trust of the higher ups to get anywhere with completing the job requirements. With the official recognition of the coven of witches though, Till was inclined to become involved with them. While his parents had been the furthest from the religions that he had believed in, he never took interest in his mother's God, seemingly both loving and destructive, willing to scorn the earth as heartlessly as he created it. No, this was not his God, for his God was of the shadows and chaos. Another God he worshiped was one of crimson, one that he previously thought did not exist, but the Red Star caused him to think differently. He did not want to admit it but...Viper was right..

"Viper was right." were the words that had echoed in his mind for days now, and as a witness to the Star that struck the Earth, he was both in awe and in slight denial at first, but as his eyes had begun to open, he realized that Viper might not have been lying about who he was, and what he was, and better yet, what his father was. Till, while not a naturally fearful creature, thought about this subject and was frightened, and then was also reminded of the burning of the Red Star as it descended upon their Earth. Till could still fell the burn of his delicate flesh. He whimpered in pain as he walked along, a wooden staff in one hand, and hooded cloak hiding most of his burnt flesh. He needed his eyes today, and even the fire that he made to light a marijuana cigarette made his face uncomfortable and wishing that he had worn the scarf on his face instead of his neck, as to still hide his Hand of Eris from onlookers.

This man wandered the Mountain's familiar terrain this night, like a ghost in the Haunted Blackwoods of home.

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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
The Henchman
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J
Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Fri Apr 29, 2016 12:54 pm

When I come to life, you've got no place to hide

April was drawing to a close, yet the two siblings had yet to offer up a black wolf to Tak. They needed one now more than ever. Although he had protected them from much of the danger and damage that had come with the falling of the red star, if they didn't repay him for this silver of kindness, he was sure to turn his wrath against them. He wouldn't be there the next time a disaster like this struck the land. It was time they got busy, before it was too late.

Worry and fear filled both of their minds. It wasn't often that the blighted siblings of Khalif felt such feelings. Even though that was the case, they didn't show it. With such little time, on their hands, Haunt decided to stay behind, helping her brother to prepare for their ritual before seeking out the next sacrifice. It just made more sense to have both of them searching for a black wolf to give up. Two heads were better than one in this situation.

Horror prepared everything that would be necessary for the fire while his sister took care of replacing their stocks. Sticks and fallen branches were easy to come by, ensuring they were never out of what they needed for a given ritual. The kindling was easy as well. Horror's delicate hands arranged the pieces nicely, leaving a thicker and longer one standing upright for their bound catch. The fire itself wouldn't be started until they had everything.

With the preparations complete, the paws of the two siblings carried them down the side of the mountain. Now was the true hard part, as well as a test of their patience. Haunt soon stopped short as her ears turned. There was something in the distance, and from the sound of the movements, it was coming towards them. The secui woman stalked foward, the familiar figure of Van Lykoi coming into sight. The pair had seen the ghost faced man before, letting him learn pieces of their faith, but what was he doing out here again? Surely he hadn't come looking for them. Haunt's muscles tensed up as she bore her teeth, "What are you doing here?" Horror soon pressed on, reaching his sister's side. His orange gaze lingered on the male ahead of them, a cruel smile forming about his face, "Well well, we meet again."

OOC: Yeah we should have, but it's here now! Have a new fancy table. +400 words.
Haunt D'Angelo

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Salena

Nightmares are Real

POSTED: Thu May 05, 2016 7:22 pm

WC: 420#blazeit

He was never greeted happily by these two. He never expected it from them, nor did he really want them to ever be happy to see him, because he felt like if they finally were nice to him, they probably had some sort of ulterior motives for him. He was, however happy to see them. Well, hear them rather at first. Till had held his eyes closed as he leaned upon his wooden staff and he whirled around to reveal tough burns on his face, and the pale skin and white stubble that was growing sparsely back. It'd been 20 days since the Red Star's descent, and for once, Till found himself less anxious to be in the presence of another. They had known him just by the pale face that he bore, which meant that they had remembered him. They must had had some thoughts of him because of their easily recognition of him.

The white teeth of the woman was bore to him, and eyes of winter and spring were cold as they landed on her, and sly grin passed his maw. "Tak has had mercy upon you and he." his words were odd, though true for there were no blemishes that he could see on them, and it wasn't like the others wore heavy clothing like he did. "Your God, Tak, is impressive with his demonstrations." he lied, knowing full well that it was the Red God that Viper had talked of that had been the one to be the cause of the Red Star. He knew that the others of Salsola did blame Tak, and publicly, this is what Till also blamed. There had not been another who had come from the land of Mortimer, and he could not properly worship the Red God, so Tak's rituals would have to do.

"I came here to tell you that I believe in your god, and I wanted to learn more of his teachings...I came to pray to him to give me my beauty back.." "for this was the only thing I ever truly had" he told the others the first part of it, but he still did not admit to them that he was not the royalty he had spoken of before. "My wives do not like their prince with burns, and I have learned my lesson, and will give anything to have it back." the male growled, with the same sly smirk on his maw that the others knew of him.


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 Jmonster@soulsRPG, signature image by Motth@FA


Salsola
The Henchman
User avatar
J
Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Fri May 06, 2016 1:50 am

When I come to life, you've got no place to hide

Haunt's couldn't help but narrow her eyes to the monochrome man as he spoke about Tak's mercy. He was ignorant of the dark lord's true might, that much was clear. He spoke the statement as if he had been serving Tak his whole life. While the black and white woman's mood had not changed, Horror stepped forward, allowing himself to do the talking, "Tak spares those who are devoted to him, just as the two of us are, but that does not mean we can break from our usual routine. His hunger must always be held at bay, or we will risk his wrath, whether he spared us mercy or not." The two siblings remained silent to his second comment. They already knew his power, not finding it as surprising as Van Lykoi had.

Both the blighted sibling stopped and stared at the male. His ignorance was now truly on the surface, if it wasn't before. What on this earth made him think Tak would bring back his beauty? The secui woman stepped forward, a low growl rolling in her throat, "You really think Tak is going to grant the wishes of a stranger, one ignorant to his faith?" The red stained man returned to his sister's side, resting a hand on her shoulder before his orange gaze rested on Van Lykoi, "What my sister is trying to say is that Tak doesn't grant wishes. He is a dark god who only seeks chaos and destruction in his land of the night. We can only spare ourselves from his wrath by sending him our offerings, nothing more."

Haunt was clearly getting annoyed with having to wait. They had wasted enough time. She brought herself to her feet, moving past the two males, and beginning to make her way down the side of the mountain. She would find someone suitable with or without them. Horror took the moment, letting his grin cover his muzzle, "Keep in mind what we have told you, but if you still wish to join us in worship, you'll need to help us find our sacrifice. It can only be a black wolf, as per our lord's favorite thing to devour." He stepped to the side, letting his eyes turn over his shoulder, watching the monochrome man. Would he still come with them?

OOC: +400 words.
Haunt D'Angelo

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Salena

Nightmares are Real

POSTED: Thu Jun 02, 2016 2:04 am

WC: 568

He was entertained that they would believe his intent to worship their god, and he planned on following their guidance because of his lack of knowledge in the spiritual department. There had been things that he had seen both inside of Salsola and in Mortimer when he was captured that planted the seed of doubt in his mind that there was no god. The red star falling was what cemented this belief, and nothing they could tell him would make him think differently because of the way that Mortimer had re-enforced his belief. Flashes of those dark nights had been haunting his dreams lately, and while he did not physically wear the symptoms of the trauma, his nights were starting to be effected, and this is why he was seeking leadership in how to placate the gods and get his sleep back. He needed that sort of peace, and the nightmares would not stop if he didn't do something. This is what this was truly about, but good luck getting Till to admit such a thing to someone. His tail flicked back and forth at the others as they spoke their words to him. Haunt, as standoffish as always, and Horror taking the most time to speak with him.

Haunt's words were as venomous as always, and the cheshire cat-like grin splayed across his burned face. He turned his pale face to her and then to Horror as he spoke directly after her. Their god did not grant wishes, but his god did. What he knew that he needed was the blood of a wolf, or well....a coyote, though he did not think that their color of fur mattered. To these worshipers of Tak, it did matter. He looked at the two who gave off the aura of needing to be somewhere better than here. Till still held the same smile on his lips and then Haunt headed off. Till did not comment on her words, for they were sharp, but corrected by the crimson and coal colored male.

A wolf, a coyote, why does Lord Tak only favor one breed over the other? asked the male who was mostly coyote himself. He padded along behind the two, but kept up with them easily, though he did put his hood back over his ears to cover his face while a grin still sat on his face. He was eerily silent as they walked along, ignoring the constant smell of burning flesh that seemed to plague him, and reaching out over that for the musk of luperci. A male was somewhat preferable for Till, for he had noticed that these were stronger scents than females, and easier to track, even over his damaged nose's hypersensitivity to the smell of healing burnt flesh. He stopped only to raise his nose to the air and find one that seemed suitable enough to follow and he started off in that direction. He showed them that even with his damaged face, he still could be useful, and he had more skill than he might have led on before.

We all are hunters and there are many smells on the air tonight. Shall we each go to a different scent and report back when we find one of the right pelt color? suggested the burnt male, turning his eyes towards them both to get them a questioning look.


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 Jmonster@soulsRPG, signature image by Motth@FA


Salsola
The Henchman
User avatar
J
Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

POSTED: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:14 am

When I come to life, you've got no place to hide

Neither sibling expected the monochromatic man to understand the finer details of their faith, especially since the male only had one meeting with them before. Till had learned some pieces of information about Tak and Khalifism. Horror was free to inform him more and answer his questions, but Haunt was ready to go. Her pelt disappeared from view into the shadows of the trees that rested at the base of the mountain. Her nose turned up towards the air, taking in the scents around her. Once she caught something, her paws carried her away from the base. Her brother was just as good at hunting as she was, so there was no doubt in her mind that he would be able to catch up with her once he was done, assuming she didn't find someone before he did.

The red stained man gave a small chuckle, crossing his arms as he addressed the injured male before him, "Lord Tak is a black wolf with blood red eyes. Those who follow him back on the mountain are either full black wolves or those who have more black on their pelt than white. My sister is an exception since she chose to follow Tak. Every month, it is customary to burn a full black wolf to Tak. It is why he is feared by his followers back on the mountain. Anyone born with full black fur was at risk of being picked as a sacrifice." He was sure the male would at least understand this detail and not ask more questions as to why this was the case. It was their faith, and was not to be questioned.

Once the two males made it down to the bottom of the mountain, orange eyes drifted around for the black and white female, sighing when he realized he would need to track her down. His head turned to Van Lykoi made his suggestion, one that Horror was keen on taking up. He gave a nod, "If you find someone, then go ahead and capture them. I will find my sister and we will do the same. Perhaps Tak might be able to spare us longer if we send him more than one black wolf." That would be quite the sight wouldn't it?

OOC: +300 words.
Haunt D'Angelo

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Salena

Nightmares are Real

POSTED: Fri Jul 22, 2016 11:08 am

WC: 906

Haunt was not a patient, nor a talkative woman, so Till was less than surprised when the woman and her patchy pelt disappeared from their view. Horror, however, was one who was devoted enough to his faith that he seemed to be the one who was better company than the female, and this was fine with Till. He preferred the company of males, and he had always been like that. He noticed back when he was younger and first started to notice females, and then he started to notice that he looked at males the same way. It all started with Dullahan, and had evolved into sleeping with other males to compensate for not having what he truly wanted. He had tried to fill the hole in his heart with many things, Luperci, but none had done so and the male had found himself back allied with Salsola to get the opportunity to fill that hole, and oh had he done so. Horror kept Till's company regardless of his fantasies that he kept locked away inside of his head while they moved down the mountain and towards prospective sacrifices that they scented on the wind.

Till nodded to the crimson and ebony male, thinking of why Horror himself had not been sacrificed long ago, according to their own beliefs, and it would be a lie to say that Till did not want to make an easy sacrifice out of the male. Till was not stupid though and knew that he would be enticing the wrath of his sister, Haunt, because her size actually did intimidate Till. It'd be likely that the woman would get away with killing the bastard if she did too because of their Families and how Salsola viewed the bastard over the D'Angelo blood. This was probably why he wouldn't mess with the two, other than the fact that their knowledge was so valuable to him and that he genuinely liked the two, despite Haunt's grumbling that occurred when she saw him often times.

Each of the respective parties moved along on their own hunt, Till opting out to use charm when he finally came upon the male that he had been hunting. He was handsome, with long black hair and fur as dark as the night that they hunted in. His eyes were blood red, like the eyes that he had seen on a man back in Salsola, but the specimen before him was much skinnier, and of doggish blood, with hints of wolf and possibly even coyote too. Till approached with a smile and a suggestive look to his body, but the other was not having it. Not only was the male not gay, the other looked at the disgusting burns that littered the male's face and found him repulsive. Till had forgotten that he was ugly now and that he would not be able to use charm, and this made him very, very angry in a very short amount of time. When the other turned from Till, the male took an arrow and armed himself with his bow, taking little time to aim before drawing back the arrow and releasing it. It flew and hit the beast in the back of the knee, making him tumble over and howl in pain. Till laughed. That teaches you not to turn your back on someone who is so...ugly... snarled the male, the anger still bubbling in his chest as he moved towards the other and grabbed him by his long black hair and he pulled it as he walked along, the other struggling with tooth and claw. Blood trickled down Till's wrist as the other struggled for his life, but Till ignored the pain and kept a firm grip on the other. Till was recklessly angry by now, for the man insulted him and Till felt like he had literally taken salt and spread it on his burnt face. Till suddenly put a fist to the man's face and effectively knocked him out after a long painful few minutes of struggling though, for he got tired of the beast grabbing onto everything and everything to make their trip longer. When his body was limp, Till easily dragged the other over dirt and gravel.

Till was surprised at how effectively the other two had hunted their prey when they finally met back up, though they only produced one beast. This was fine with him, for three prisoners would be a lot to handle should one of them or all of them awaken before being burnt at the stake. When the siblings started to instruct him with what to do, he merely helped them put the two bodies on stakes and position them to where they could be taken by the Lord of Darkness under the light of the full moon. Till stood back and marveled at the sight when Horror finally started to chant words and light fire to each of the stakes' bases.

Till would never forget the sounds of the beasts' awakening and then screaming as their feet first started to burn, and then their legs and spines. Their faces were burned into his mind as he watched with cosmic eyes and a wide grin spread across his demented maw. The gods would be pleased with the man, they had to return his beauty for a sacrifice of such a high quality.


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 Jmonster@soulsRPG, signature image by Motth@FA


Salsola
The Henchman
User avatar
J
Luperci Witch & Cazador
WINTER IS COMING
HUNTER'S SEASON

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