The memories of winter whispered wordlessly

POSTED: Sat Apr 14, 2018 4:45 pm

Late afternoon, the Ruins

The world stretched and flourished across still forests and sparse meadows, becoming a twiddling discord of noise and disturbance. The gilded man returned to the remembrance of the dark winter times then, the gentle blanket of pitch black draped over a snow-less skeleton forest. It’d only been himself and his dear demons.

The evening stretched long and lazy now, bright yet lean still until summer breached the lands. The limp form of a gangly rabbit dangled from the predator’s robust jaws, flecked with blood and the memories of a beating heart. Another gift to leave by his son’s doorstep, should the family desire it.

The times differed very little aside from these things. Every day that rose was a day he’d already lived, and it felt and tasted the same. Like ash and brimstone.

The day was growing old as the Warden wandered along one of many paths through the Ruins, shadows stretching before his silhouette. Old blood danced upon his tongue and crows sang throaty songs to his wolfish ears from far above.

He’d received no letter from Violeta yet. It worried him.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 15, 2018 12:52 pm

The crumbling towers and stone walls hinted at the grandeur of the castle that once towered above the land, taller than any tree had any right to be and built from the same stone of which the heart of the Halcyon Mountains was made of. The structure in itself had been a statement of power for which it was chosen as the residency for Salsola’s elite.

She felt strangely exposed amongst rocks and thorns. The woods were her true home, where the ancient trees cast shadows so thick they shrouded the forest-floor in darkness even during the brightest hours of the day. At the centre of the Kingdom the underbrush offered decent coverage from the prying eyes but the constant traffic of members and horses had thinned the vegetation significantly allowing the sun-light to drown out the gloom of which Kaeli was quite fond of.

Her steps were aimless as she scouted the place, re- acquainting herself with the layout of the buildings which occupants had changed during her absence. Her body was adorned with her accustomed set of brutal-looking jewellery and a couple raven-feathers were scattered throughout her mane. On her shoulder Dalek croaked every so often at his partners who answered from the air, circling about with their beady eyes attentive to any sign of movement.

The male gurgled in his mistress ear, announcing the nearness of a stranger. The scent of blood reached her before the golden Warden came into view. She knew of the male even if they had never been formally introduced. His prowess as a warrior was well-known which made him an interesting individual in her eye, a rival or perhaps a potential ally worth watching closely. ”Greetings.” Her voice was coarse from lack of use and the court dip she offered was more mechanical than heartfelt.
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POSTED: Sun Apr 15, 2018 5:34 pm

What he is really trying to say is hello welcome back nice to see you, Kaeli!

The dead animal in his jaws cooled quickly, trickling blood had coagulated as it’d crawled down and settled along the pale wrath’s jaw and chin. The scent of death would cling to his face for the rest of the day, a dear friend that’d become a dear friend.

Occasionally, the gilded man glanced to the pooling shadows beneath crumbling layers of stone and overgrown verdure. The scents of the creatures that made their homes here lay thick along the route, though no living creatures were to be seen for a while.

Once met with a female of flesh and blood, the golden male slowed his gait, his white-tipped tail flicking behind him once. Her dark features were recognizable to his crimson gaze, but no name appeared to grace his tongue. The Lykoi valued his solitude most of all, and so it was perhaps not so strange that she was a mere decipherable stranger.

She greeted him, and Itachi let the bloodied rabbit fall limply to the ground with a wet thud and sat down. Salmon tongue leaped out to lick his muzzle, tasting stale, dead blood. The wolf’s exterior exposed the hollow emptiness within, but he supposed he could make an effort.

”You are?” A Salsolan, naturally, but anything beyond the point would be guesswork. Not that he was likely to care. Her optime form stood tall above his simple lupus silhouette, but he wasn’t a being that was easily intimidated by useless things. He didn’t recognize the raven seated on her shoulder either.

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POSTED: Thu Apr 19, 2018 2:27 pm

Her eyes fixed on the blood at his muzzle, a feral hunger veiling her gaze for the slightest of seconds before she remind herself of her place. Her feathered companions embraced more easily their lusty desire for blood, hissing in deep voices their desire for a bite. Their mistress silenced them with an irritated growl and a tap on Dalek’s beak. There would be food for them soon, she never failed to provide fresh meat for their ravenous gullets.

The question did not bewilder her for she knew her face would be known by a few and her name by even fewer. It was the red-eyed Lykoi’s daughter who may perhaps recall her better from more recent encounters at the Outpost. It didn’t matter either way. ”Kaeli Blacksun, recently returned from the Outpost.” Simplicity of speech appeared to be favoured by the other and so she was happy to accommodate.

”I heard you are one of the finest warriors around.” The compliment came easy for it was true. The man would no doubt present a challenge if their blades would ever meet in combat. Who would be the victor in such a battle she could only guess. ”Mayhaps one of the weapons I brought from Portland catches your eye, if you care to take a look at them.” She had kept the rapier and spears for trade, fine pieces she hadn’t taken to use very often. If a fellow Salsolan had better use for them so be it, as long as the exchange was fair she would be happy to part from them.
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POSTED: Tue May 01, 2018 5:36 pm

The pale man recognized the ghastly beast that fluttered past within the female’s gaze as if it’d been his own. His ghoul eyes of burning embers shifted to the ebony feathered bird as it reveled in its wildling bloodthirst without reservation, wild and free in a way the two canines never could be. He blinked, slowly, his hollow entity wrapped tightly beneath the niceties of cultivation that veiled the primordial fiend from observant eyes.

A woman had a name, and he attached it to her face, weaving it into memory so that it would not be forgotten again. It was not what truly caught his attention, however. If the Blacksun was recently returned from the Outpost she would doubtless have news of his daughter and her family. The shadows of his mind withdrew at this, the hollowness within his chest feeling a little less all-consuming. While his demeanor didn’t change the least, he felt eagerness settle in aching bones.

Umber ears tilted forward at her praise, but words were wind and he watched it drift away on weightless feet. It was a truth he knew well, for he had yet to be outmatched by someone that could finally release him from his cruel existence. A slight nod of confirmation was offered to her words, and nothing more. It was not unkindness that led his sparse courtesies, rather a lack of desire to follow common protocols that he thought were redundant. A stick was a stick and it needed to praise for being such.

The weapons would have interested a younger version of him, but the Lykoi had grown attached to his ways and had only known one weapon in his life. And in return, he excelled with it unlike any other. His katana was a natural extension of himself and no subpar weapon could take its place. ”That will not be necessary,” he declined, narrow pupils abandoning blackened feathers for the sickly viridian of her gaze.

While he had no desire to learn of the weapons she’d acquired in Portland, there were other things to trade. Information was the Kingdom’s preferred currency anyway. ”I’m interested in news of my daughter and her family,” he informed her, gaze molten and bare against her poison. Doubtless, Kaeli would know of who he spoke. Itachi had never condoned his daugher's choice of mate, but something played by his ashen heartstrings whenever he thought of the grandchildren he’d never seen. Some of Loki’s children were gentle reminders of China; would Violeta’s children be graced the same?

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POSTED: Sun May 06, 2018 12:45 pm

Acidic eyes grew brighter as shrewd pupils narrowed on the male’s features. They searched for the slightest glimpse of sentiment, an imperfection in the blank slate of his expression. But there was nothing. Every gesture was purely mechanical, a formality rooted from the inevitability of social interaction. Puzzling the Warden out would prove a hard task, perhaps impossible, but the challenge enticed her.

His refusal was short and polite. Some warriors chose to delve into the great variety of harm-inflicting tools the world offered, others felt content with mastering a weapon to the point of turning it into an extension of themselves. It appeared Itachi was of the later kind, married to an item that had been painted the colour of his eyes countless times. The large woman nodded impassive against the turndown. Perhaps she would have better luck with the Kingdom’s Paladin.

His next words had her ears standing to attention. The concern implicit in his speech awoke within her a predatory instinct that compelled her to seize the opportunity at hand. ”Of course, whatever I can help you with.” A smile spread in her black lips, a gesture too sharp and too dark to successfully convey amiability. ”Then maybe you could help me reacquaint myself with the affairs of the Kingdom.”

She gave pause and awaited an answer if there was one to come. Then she inquired. ”Is there some other place you would prefer to continue this conversation more comfortably?” She had no qualms staying where they were but perhaps the gilded man would prefer somewhere more private where their exchange would be safe from curious ears.
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