[M] All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said

Till

POSTED: Sun Apr 15, 2018 3:07 am

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.


She was not blind nor deaf and she knew what they were doing. Two boys protecting a man, hiding him away from her eyes that might judge, might snap in cold calculation. The slim fingers stirred the stew within its pot reflexively and the she-dog barely paid it any mind, her attention was firmly fixed out of the window, watching the shadowy figure come closer and coalesce into a shape familiar to her.

The no-longer-youngest boy held a limp rabbit, another offering for the family. She was gracious smiles and kind eyes at his contribution, accepting the proffered lapine with grateful supplications.

She watched him leave with a tilted head, did they think her stupid.

Later, her little bird returned with clawed marks etched upon his skin and a seething, whirling upset piercing his self. She brought him close to her and comforted his pains and hurts. She tended his wounds and sent him to sleep with a soft lullaby and a special drink to ensure he slept soundly.

Her attention turned again to the window and the darkening night but no other visitors materialized for her. Helena sighed under her breath and retired to bed.

Things were still murky the next morning and a horrible dreary cloud cover obscured the sky culminating in freezing drizzle to pepper down upon Salsola. She wrapped herself up in her cloak, picking up her basket and after a hushed conversation with Phobos, she left the sanctuary of her Tower. A monochrome stallion carried his rider forwards, the Arbiter silently swaying in her primitive saddle with the red of her cloak spayed across his rump.

The Wall rose before her and today it did not fill her with fondness to see, apprehension curled in her chest at the idea of what she might find within. The heavy door announced her presence with a groan of protest.

The utter state of destitute disarray of possessions was enough to bring a scowl to her maw. The slave was supposed to keep things clean and tidy, she'd be having sharp words with Nephele.

His room was shrouded in such darkness that she could barely see, bright eyes unused to the dimness. She set down the basket, strode to the windows and threw back the heavy drapes, letting the weak light in to light up those dismal places. Till all but hissed at her from his cocoon of solitude.

"Till, where 'ave you been?" She spoke quietly, and then moved to sit down at the foot of the bed. He was disheveled, dirty and desolate, with eyes that were sunken and hollow. His hair was a nest of stringy, lank rat's tails.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
The Arbiter
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Jace
Luperci Conserje Mate to Calla and Till

POSTED: Sun Apr 15, 2018 3:45 am

If I go down, will I go down fighting?
I'll go down, like lightning.
Optime | midnight - dawn | The Old Wall
This is backdated hella back. Day after Jules thread.
WORD COUNT
601

Misery had made him ever so tired. The physical exertion of chasing Julius from his abode too made the weak male even more tired and for a long time he lay on the floor, weak and on his stomach. When Dirge had come into the room to check on him that night, he thought at first that his father had perished, and only when he touched the male on the back Till had snapped up with teeth bared and he even found his jaws wrapping around the child's withdrawing arm. Dirge did not know what had happened to make his father so aggressive, but the softening of the teeth around his arm had him wondering if Julius had said something to make the male angry.

Dirge was only lucky that his father did not have the energy to really bite down, else there would have been blood that resulted from the bite, but Till let go of Dirge as soon as he realized that it was the dark arm of the Red Monster that he held within his teeth and not the return of the selfish Bastard that Till often wondered if he really was his child.

Julius just had been so different in temperament than all of his children, where there had been a levelheadedness there was not with Julius, only selfishness, and greed.

Dirge helped his father into his bed with little resistance and the moment that Till's head rested on the soft pelts that lined his bed, he felt himself fall into a deep slumber. One that was different than the depressed sleeping he had been doing the nights before. This one was silent, it was dark, there was nothing that woke him through the night.

Till had not known that the morning had come when it did, and he slept for some time into the morning. He did not hear Dirge leave for the morning hunt, nor did he hear his wife come through the front door and ascend the stairs. It had been some time since he had let the wives come within his dwelling, and it was likely to be messy, disgusting even because Nephele had been with Coax for so long and had not had the chance to clean the house just yet. Till did not think about these trivial things, he only slept this morning.

It was the morning's light that had shoved its glare in his face that had finally woke the male, and he rose as if he had just been dead to see his flame coated wife at the drapes, letting in the light and shedding the light on how sickly he looked. He had not groomed himself in some time, and this in itself was something that was odd for the narcissist. Till had often been obsessive about being clean and anyone who knew him knew this fact about him. He hissed at her like a cat being forced into water, but when she came and gently sat on the edge of his bed, he looked at her with sad cosmic eyes. She gently asked him where he had been.

He silently motioned to the room that was trashed around them. He was not ready to tell her that he tried to abandon them all. He did not want the shame of his weakness to come to light to the woman he so called "loved". "Here, m'love." his words were as quiet as her own, his voice cracked as if he had not used it in days.. He was so thirsty. He was so tired.

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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 Warden
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J
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Calla
WINTER IS COMING

POSTED: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:30 pm


She was not without compassion in her breast, she could not allow this wallowing to continue though; it hurt their family, it hurt their standing and their perceived value. To have their provider lacking in his duties. Helena's works with the Outpost traders helped in keeping some wealth to their collective names but she could not ford this river alone.

She was not inclined towards freely giving love but there had to be something there. She had given him children, and in turn his sons called her Mother. There was a give and take, although a lot had changed since they had met and danced along the shoreline. The male before her was not that carefree, untroubled individual any longer. Her ears twitched forwards at his cracked, strained words.

He was pathetic looking to her eyes and some hard, harsh part of her said to turn away and let him suffer for the weakness; that she should detach herself from him like he were an infected limb to amputate. Rose and Gold kept cosmic in their grasp for long seconds, weighing the truthfulness of his words. He had left on a trading mission but she wondered..

She could not force from him what he would not speak and fracture an already cracking relationship further. Julius' torn face floated in her mind and the woman's mouth thinned before she stood again from the bed and went to her basket, pulling out the flask of water and handing it to him with a preoccupied far away look to her. Then she bustled busily about the room efficiently, setting alight a fire and setting water to warm in a pot.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
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Jace
Luperci Conserje Mate to Calla and Till

POSTED: Wed Apr 18, 2018 11:57 pm

If I go down, will I go down fighting?
I'll go down, like lightning.
Optime | midnight - dawn | The Old Wall
Bloop
WORD COUNT
459

Till did not want to see her here. He knew that she would come to him about the insolent little brat that they called their son. Why, out of all the children that Till already had, was Julius simply the worst. He had little to no redeeming qualities about him, and Priya, who had been marginally worse had something redeemable about her. She was smart, and adaptable, she was a skilled hunter, mapper, adventurer. Julius had been stepping in the direction of a witch, like his older brother, Coaxoch, but even then Coaxoch had been trained in the arts of fighting, while Julius had no interest in it from what he understood about him. The child thought he was a prince, a boy who had no responsibility, and while Till gave the boy gifts and the sort, Till did not keep secrets about who he was. He had told all of his children that he was a Bastard, that he did not have a father. They all knew that he worked his way to his position, and that they were only spoiled because he had no father to spoil him.

She had thought so differently of the boy, he knew that she loved him as she loved all of their children. It was fine to love them, he loved them all too, even Julius, but the boy had come to him in rage and struck him first. The stark red marks of an angry scar showed this much. The blood smeared on his cheek, had not been washed away, only wiped with pink padded hands when the blood got too sticky on his face.

He expected Helena to finally have come to him because she heard about what "he did to Jules". He almost wanted to spit in her direction, but she did not speak this time, she only looked at him with an absent look like she was off on another planet. He looked away from her then, and scoffed lightly. She bustled around the room, and Till turned away from her and laid still on his bed.

He didn't acknowledge her flask of water, nor the kettle that had been placed in the firepit. He wanted her to leave him alone like she had for many days. He didn't want to talk about Julius, or what happened, or where he had been. He didn't even want to talk about Stelmaria, or Mekhl, even though it seemed like such a long time since he had seen his newest son and daughter, his new prince and princess. He sighed deeply as salted tears formed in his cosmic eyes and he started to silently cry again.

"Why are you even here?" he asked her between clenched teeth.

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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 Warden
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J
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Calla
WINTER IS COMING

POSTED: Thu Apr 19, 2018 12:36 am


If his scoff was noticed, it was ignored. It did not escape her grasp that bloodied streaks also adored his face and she could extrapolate well enough to gather a briefer understanding of what had happened. Helena's mother had never struck her in anger or punishment but Helena had not been blind to those who did, especially the children of lower class parents who were strained by poverty. Her mother's glorious gift of literacy and numerical skills had kept them well in hand at the expense of the fishermen and proprietors that had never learned.

She unpacked her basket onto the table, foods and medicine and soap along with assorted brushes and a knife to cut away matted fur. He turned away from her, to which she frowned at his back, catching the soft jerks of his shoulders. Angrily her eyes turned to the doorway and then back, that the two sons had done their best to deceive her so much as to Till's condition made her chest tighten. she was going to have a very serious conversation with them when she was through here.

"To care for you." He might have begun to respond to those words but her voice would cut him off strongly, the conviction strong, "I would not 'ave come eef I did not care."

She paced to the side of his bed, "Get up. Now!" She grabbed for him, to pull him from his filthy nest of destructive self-pity, her nose wrinkled at the stench that assaulted her nares.

He fought against her, baring teeth and for long moments they struggled, Helena baring her own long fangs and growling with seething sinuous ribbons of sound. She prevailed, the man using up his drained reserves of energy to fight her and she herded him towards the warmth of the fire and the warm pot of water.

"Every time I 'ave come in zee past zince your return, your sons 'ave sent me away - telling me you are busy or out. Zhey 'ave lied to me about your condition." It was telling the dark bubbling anger at this deceptive betrayal evident in her words.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
The Arbiter
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Jace
Luperci Conserje Mate to Calla and Till

POSTED: Thu Apr 19, 2018 1:05 am

If I go down, will I go down fighting?
I'll go down, like lightning.
Optime | midnight - dawn | The Old Wall
Bloop
WORD COUNT
481

He didn't bother to look at her as she rustled about, he didn't care about what she thought she was doing. He was like a child at the moment, refusing the love of its mother, a love that he never really felt as a child. Azucena had not been the best mother, for there had been a pain in her heart when she gazed upon Till, but she never taught him to be cruel to her or his own. He had never struck any of his children before Julius, and this had largely been because they had not given him a reason to force them into submission. Till knew that violence would not teach them much other than that their father had been as dangerous as any other Luperci. Till did not want to be known as a murderer, he did not want to be known as an aggressor. Isabella had already sullied this by rumors of murder, Elektra furthering this by mutterings of the death of Elody, yet Till still did not have blood on his hands, and he never had committed the act of murder on those who lived with him, or loved him. Julius was probably now convinced otherwise.

Again, the Heiwas were to blame for false accusations. If he did not die here and now, he vowed to himself that he would end them.

The moment she came up and touched him, he greeted her with yellowed fangs. He turned around swiftly and tried to inch away from her but was gripped with such anger and determination that he couldn't get away from her. "Fuckin let me go!" he snarled but did not make a motion to bite her or scratch her. He knew better.

He was pulled out of his bed and dragged along the floor, only after awhile he had become too tired to even fight her anymore on this either. He found himself in front of the fire suddenly, as if he had momentarily blacked out, and he was confused of why he was there until she had started to speak again. The boys had lied to her, telling her that he was simply not around, while he very much was here and in his home. Starving himself to death and trying to rot away and disappear. He'd been unfortunate to have not done so before she had found him.

"They were protecting me. Like good boys...Unlike Julius." he muttered as he stared into the fire and brought his knees to his chest. He didn't look at Helena still, but in the struggle the scratches from her son opened once more and started to ooze the crimson blood. He almost looked as if his tears were as such. "It's unfortunate that they are all such shitty liars." he spoke more with a sigh falling from his lips.

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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 Nina@SoulsRPG


Salsola
The Warden
User avatar
J
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Calla
WINTER IS COMING

Salsola