[M] conjuring a voice of signs and omens

POSTED: Sat Jan 14, 2017 9:48 pm

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(336) This is a private group thread for previously planned members only! If you received my PM, jump in! Set on the borders of Inferni at first, but will eventually move away from the pack and further into the mountains as we progress. Dated for Jan 8th.
Also let me apologize in advance for the level of suck this thread is.

There had been strange sightings around the borders as of late, and Izual had stationed himself at the edge of the skull-tipped barrier toward Drifter Bay. He looked out at the mountains, swearing he had seen something move out there. There was trouble out there. For him and his pack. Vesper had said it. Izual had noted it, and now he would hunt it.

And he would enjoy finding and taking care of any of these religion-swallowing Boreas Wolves, for his hands weren't his without blood soaked into them. His and Vicira's encounter with the last trespassers was still fresh on his mind, and he intended to do much worse to any of the Wolves that thought they could step foot into Inferni without answering for their actions.

The sky cast down little light at dusk except for golden highlights on some of the trees. The rest of the forest darkened rapidly, and with that, it was difficult to see the body that flitted around within. On three different occasions, Izual’s head snapped to where he thought he saw someone dancing around in his peripheral vision, only to rest his eyes on nothing at all.

”Show yourself!” Izual bellowed, his pumpkin pupils scanning the horizon. He was beginning to get frustrated. No one played with him. ”Come out, come out wherever you are…” A grin eased onto his lips, and he left what little protection Inferni’s border provided behind him. In his hand, he carried a short blade, though, he didn’t really need it to wreak havoc on the one who taunted him so deep in the surrounding forest.

”Don’t make me come in there and find you… I promise you won’t like it,” he cooed, submerging further into the trees in search of the being that he hadn’t really known was there. They had done well to hide their scent or position themselves well on the breeze. There was no hint of them on the air and no trace on the ground. Not yet, anyway.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 15, 2017 9:01 am

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Ahh, this was just too easy.

These coyote were so easy, so predictable. To them their gristly border was something sacred, and the thought that somebody would break that border drove them into a rage. And break it Marcel had; the scout had spent the past few days slowly testing and teasing the border, leaving his scent in subtle places ever further into Inferni’s lands. Though yesterday’s encounter had been… less than fruitful, it had encouraged him that his efforts were being noticed by the coyote.

So, today he had gone for the kill. Returning with two of his comrades at his shoulder Marcel had snuck ahead and gone for his most brazen act yet. He had taken one of the precious skulls that lined the Inferni borders like gristly totems and - with a quick prayer for whichever poor soul had been so cruelly hung up on display like this - cracked the skull in half with a quick strike from his kukri and carried it beyond the borders, leaving it by what smelled like a fairly regularly used path.

And now, it seemed like his efforts might have borne fruit. The dusty-coloured luperci that stood there shouting into the forest was big for a coyote, but his features were unmistakeable. And, he was kind enough to play along perfectly with Marcel’s little game. The scout was once again slathered with moss and dirt, dressed in subdued greens and browns. He was barely visible, allowing himself to be seen only as brief flashes of motion between the trees. And as Marcel moved out, so did the Coyote, obligingly following him to the very edges of Inferni’s protection and then finally leaving it altogether.

Dear god, this really was too easy. The dumb brute was grinning as he followed Marcel, as though he thought this was a good idea. Blood drunk and eager for a fight, Marcel decided as a flash of hatred bloomed in his eyes; just like the coyote who had taken his family from him. He was going to enjoy this.

Taking a deep breath, Marcel stepped out from the cover of the trees with how bow at the ready. He didn’t say a word, just sighted the heavy broadhead arrow on the brute’s chest and let loose. He didn’t stay to see the arrow’s flight or effect, immediately turning on his heel and running into the forest. Even if it had hit Marcel doubted that one of his arrows would entirely bring such a large coyote down, but that wasn’t the point. They didn’t just want a wounded coyote limping back to its masters whining about an arrow wound - Marcel thought as he sprinted back towards where Linae and Damian hopefully still waited in ambush - they wanted a trophy. Marcel didn’t know about his comrades, but he had plans for that empty pole now sitting on the borders.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 23, 2017 11:26 pm

Sliver had joined Inferni only after hearing about the conflict with the Boreas wolves. Inferni had sent word to Dusk in New York and after hearing what was happening, Sliver had known that this was his time. He had known for a long time that he would be able to make a difference, but was waiting for the perfect opportunity. This was it.

He hadn't meant to follow his somehow-cousin Izual to the borders, but it just so happened that Sliver had been aimlessly "patrolling" and wound up following the other coyote's scent. Eventually, he found Izual, catching only the tail end of his words, before he pursued someone past the borders. Sliver followed closely behind, but froze when he heard an arrow loosed upon Izual.

"Watch out!" he bellowed, not sure where it was coming from. Still stuck in the same spot, Sliver watched as the arrow missed him. He felt relief, but also anxiety. He couldn't save these Boreas wolves unless they stopped attacking his clanmates and let him speak. And when Sliver spoke, he knew those Boreas wolves would see the error of their ways. They had to.

He pursued the wolf as it fled into the forest, loping through on four legs in his secui form. He had to find them. He had to.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 24, 2017 7:43 pm

They had agreed to an ambush, and naturally, Linae had happily joined them for it. It was her duty and she was happy to oblige her comrades in their plans. She was a holy soldier and to fight for God was the greatest honor she could give. They were perhaps a slightly rag-tag group of individuals with little standing, but she felt that they could still accomplish great things between the lot of them. Surely, they would take down at least one coyote stupid enough to fall for the lures between them. More would be better, of course, but she knew she'd be happy to kill at least one.

She waited with Damian, hiding in as best a place as she could find that would still have a good view. It was a junction of a branch near a boulder, that would have hid her presence from most direction unless one merely looked up. Her scent, too, she made sure to cover with mud and whatever overly strong smelling tree leaves she could find. As long as they did not know they were there, then they had an advantage.

Linae could hear the shouting up ahead and waiting, poised in her tree, eyes peeled to see the first moment a coyote came into her sights. She longed to do right by her position again, especially after killing the man in her last battle. A kill here would only be the sweet whipped topping on a silky, gourmet cupcake.

I pp'd Damian with her vaguely - let me know if that is not okay and if I should remove mention of him. She's waiiiiting ~
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POSTED: Tue Jan 31, 2017 7:08 am

    Let the sinners of the world be cleansed, purified in fire. Beware! Here comes the judgement, the angels with swords alight. Methuselah loathed these coyotes, every fibre of being coursing with unadulterated fury and righteous anger. He had joined Linae without presumption only if to bring truth and redemption to these foul creatures that tainted the land with their sins and hedonistic ways. He wasn’t sure about the other canine that accompanied them but the man held the woman in high enough esteem to go along with what he assumed had been her plan. The large brute waited now, clutching at his club while concealed. Marcel had intentioned to lead the foolish heathens straight into their clutches and the soldier would be well pleased to purify these lands of such foul beasts. The righteous own the land beneath their feet. They shall walk in the land of the chosen, under the sight of the Most High. All he had to do was wait, that was the worst part. In truth, the soldier struggled with patience at the best of times, his blood usually running rampant with ire. But since joining this mission with his Boreas compatriots, Methuselah had learned how much the virtue was worth. Surely now, the very thing they had all been praying for would come to fruition.

    They live in the dark, blinded by false gods. Sanctify them of their lives, for redemption can only be gained from the truth. Let the truth be the light! Methuselah’s icy gaze traced the path that the lanky coyote took, seemingly thinking himself at the advantage. The fools will fall, oblivious to their own ignorance. The victory belongs to those of the Lord! But it seemed that another would join them, yet another foul thing stinking of putrid coyote stench. The soldier wrinkled his nostrils in disgust, wondering if he would get the chance to knock some sense into these heathens. The Capello man was growing restless now, hackles quivering in undisguised anticipation. How much longer would they have to wait? Rest in the sight of the Lord, and know that He had given you everything you need. He would remain firm, steadfast in his belief. These canines of Inferni would feel the wrath of the Lord, they will not be able to shy away from the sins they had enacted out. There life no longer belongs to them. The wages of sin is death.

    Methuselah growled, casting his gaze across to where Linae was. The soldier didn’t typically act out on his own, his previous solo encounters with such heathens leading him to believe his anger – while glorious in the sight of the Lord – was dangerous when unrestrained and channelled. While Methuselah never lacked conviction for every task he undertook, the man was well aware of his own shortcomings. He had always been a follower for the reason not that he wasn’t bright, but that his intellect didn’t lead him to be one to come up with tactics. We are each given gifts, use them for the Lord’s work and He will reward you greatly. He was a soldier, good at taking orders and following them through wholeheartedly. But now, all he wish to do was allow the blood of these heathens to sink into the winter ground, staining the white with red.

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      OOC: First off, I'm so so sorry for taking ages to get to this guys </3 please feel free to PP him to keep the thread moving! Also, an error on my part for not clarifying which character I was using .-.
it's not the lies that you sing

but what the silence will scream
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POSTED: Wed Feb 22, 2017 5:38 am

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(000) Bahh, I totally suck :| I guess since there’s such a limited time left with all the Boreas chars, we’ll continue this until we can’t anymore? It’d be unrealistic to think that we’d finish it ~ but that’s completely my fault.

He scanned the trees before him, movement playing in the corner of his eye. Izual snapped his head to the right, but his eyes fell upon nothing. Nothing. Was he just hunting nothing? Was it his paranoia getting the best of him? Were the collective emotions of how Inferni felt towards these Wolves driving Izual mad? Was he trying to hunt ghosts?

A yell from out of frame caught his attention, and he dodged the arrow just in time. Nope. That clarified it. He wasn’t hallucinating. He landed beside a tree on the cold, frozen ground, and looked up as the red-tinged coat of his annoying cousin shot passed him, towards the man who shot at him. Izual growled as he got back to his feet, and not bothering to brush himself off, he ran after Silver Stitch, too, though loping awkwardly on all fours, despite being in Optime form.

”Don’t be a fucking coward. Where ya running to?” he panted.

He did not intend to let these troublemakers get away. And he also didn’t plan on letting them shove Jesus down his throat today – whether it was in the form of a bible or an arrow.

At first, he followed Silver Stitch, but further into the forest, he broke off to run his own way, yet in the same direction. Further up ahead, he would be surprised again as two more lie in wait to ambush them. The scent in the air, however, betrayed him and cloaked them as happy little trees in the distance.

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and watched death go by
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