The devil's advocate is staring right through your lies

For Ankh

POSTED: Sun Sep 09, 2018 3:24 pm

I prefer dangerous freedom
Over peaceful slavery

OOC: Just gave myself a little prompt to get this thing started. It's night in Gaspesia, and it's warm. Your character is thinking about the closest pack. +300 words.

It was a strange thing to finally realize since she had come here about two months ago. Much of that time had been spent adjusting to her new life, getting to know the other members of her new kingdom, and starting to make herself known within this new community. While that was all well and good, there was still so much left outside of the new kingdom to see. No longer as she bound to the chains that her home held upon her, she could leave and see the world outside whenever she wanted. This whole land was new to her, having been born alongside her family within the western lands. How could she have ignored it for so long?

There was no need to bring the steed along with her on this trip. The time to trade and make relations through that would come in time. It would be better to get a lay of the land before she started diving into her skilled trade. There was also something else to discover. Although it had never been seen by those within Mortimer, the claims of the land of Salsola reached their ears. Both Viper and Pythius had been members of that kingdom before forming their own. Part of her wondered if the Overlord had been a brat back in the days when he was part of Salsola was well. Would make sense why he felt so entitled now that he was the leader of his own kingdom.

No one was to have anything more or better than he did, and everyone would bend to his will.

The night time breeze flowed through Zuri's hair and dress, a smile along her face. Neither one of her bats had come along with her, but that was fine. She could more than handle her own if something were to come up. One hand moved down along her dress, straightening it out as she moved about through the forest. There was a certain beauty to be held under the moon and the stars. Not much light might have been shining down upon her, but even in the minimal light, her pelt seemed to glow against the darkness. A beacon of pure light.

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POSTED: Sat Sep 15, 2018 2:11 pm

agshf this is an awful post

He'd traveled further north than usual on his way to the Vale. Up and around the Mountain Oromocto before he'd decided to come to a stop, it was late and it was time to make camp. This diversion wasn't for naught, of course, he had heard rumours that the pack called Sapient had dissolved not long ago. His journey north did, in fact, support this claim. No oddly metallic scent, the sign of Sapiens, filled the air. The area felt hollow, strangely empty. He didn't linger long, it was too eerie, it felt like death.

The pale man had been letting Faust take free rein, it was a simple enough route back towards the coast, skirting the sweeping foothills of Oromocto. There had been no active action when it came to the exact route they had taken once they'd passed into the area known as Gaspesia, and so the glow up ahead was nothing but divine intervention.

She was like a mirror image, bathed in the light of the moon. A beacon in the dark forest Ankh had stumbled into. He was drawn in, naturally, like a month to a flame.

'Hello...' he called, his voice carrying far despite his echo deadening off of the trees.
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POSTED: Wed Sep 19, 2018 11:24 am

I prefer dangerous freedom
Over peaceful slavery

OOC: +200 words.

There was a small gap in the lining of the trees, leading to a small cleared out spot in the forest. Zuri's crimson gaze turned up towards the heavens, gazing at the stars above her. No doubt Viper would have seen something in them, something she could not. The god of the night had been tossed aside when she left Mortimer, her path sinking deeper into the roots of what her family line used to worship. Why should she still follow the Overlord's made up religion now that she was not a part of the kingdom anymore?

It was a stupid concept to begin with. Just another way for Viper to control everyone beneath him, making him above all things, even consequences.

Part of her did wonder how the kingdom was doing, but that thought barely lasted, turning instead to the cousin she helped to rescue from the prison. A blind man could only do so much, and it would take so much more training to adjust himself back to his proper hearing and sight... even more to make sure those senses were hightened. Casca was sure to be there to help him with that, but it would take time.

How much patience did each of them hold now?

The pale woman's head shifted to the side as the voice made it's way to her ears from the line of trees. Crimson eyes set on the man of pure white, glowing in the light of the moon just as she was. His hound features gave notice to his diverse breed, so much contrast when compared to her own. The tips of her dress blew in the breeze, "Evening. You from around here?"

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POSTED: Tue Oct 02, 2018 12:34 pm

He lingered like a crocodile where the trees became sparse, his stark visage broken up by shadowy tree bark and the moonlit canopy. The pale man circled the clearing by half, approaching his prey from what had originally been the rear. Like some ethereal monster, he stood there, fiery eyes surveying what lay before him like a coiled snake.

'Around here...' Ankh mused slowly, considering her question and his answer. He looked away for a few moments, up at the trees, up at the sky, and then back down to the stranger. 'Yes... I suppose so...' His thick accent reverberated in the clearing, bouncing off of the trees, but never deadening from its bell tone.

'You?' Ankh turned to question on his mirror image. It was only fair to case her too, besides he wanted to know where she was. He could find her again if needed... and depending on how well this encounter went, he might indeed seek her out again. She was a beauty (though not as intriguing as he, of course) with searing ruby eyes. A true jewel.
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POSTED: Sun Oct 07, 2018 3:32 pm

I prefer dangerous freedom
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OOC: +200 words.

Zuri was cautious.. always cautious when it came to men like this. It had been no secret from her birth that she was a rare gem, a beauty within Mortimer. Anyone would have wanted to make her their mate, but she would have none of it. Even her own cousin had tried to sway her over to his side, but it did not work. Even so, one day the right male would come along for her. It was a matter of seeing what they were really like.

Crimson gaze rested on the glowing male. He vaguely explained that he was from around this area.. but not where specifically. Was he withholding the information on purpose? To hide where it was he was from? Viper had spoken about those in Salsola to hide their true nature. Maybe it wasn't so far off to believe that this might be her first one meeting. Even if that was the case, she still had to be careful. Very little was known about the kingdom aside from what she had heard about from her uncle.

The same question was prompted back at her. Well, two could play at the vague game. She nodded to him, "Yes.. I am from around here.." Her body leaned back against one of the nearby trees, fingers moving along the bark as she moved her hands together to get rid of the dirt from her hands.

Fingers moved around each opposite around hand as her attention turned back to the male, "So then mysterious man.. care to tell me anything about yourself..?"

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POSTED: Thu Oct 18, 2018 1:09 pm

He was disguised, of course. Rich, smoky scents were mingled in his short, cotton-like pelt, masking the scent of the bay and of the tall, dark pines. Unless he admitted his allegiance himself, no one would know where he hailed from and what a terrible monster he really was or what terrible place he called home.

She was indeed from around here. The truth, perhaps it was a half-truth ultimately, came from her pale lips with ease. The crocodile smiled, pleased with the lack of effort it had taken him to get her to divulge this morsel of information. She leaned back against the tree and for a moment Ankh entertained thoughts of stealing her away from this clearing and taking her for himself. But no, it would be too messy to simply kidnap for sport. Far more effort than Ankh was willing to expend.

'I...' he began, choosing his words carefully and letting the vibrations ring in his slender, pale throat. 'Am a simple traveler. A healer, shaman, some would say...' It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the bare truth either...
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POSTED: Sun Oct 21, 2018 3:54 pm

I prefer dangerous freedom
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OOC: +300 words.

One had to dance carefully around a situation like this one. There was no telling what a stranger might say or do, even when in the presence of someone who held beauty like she did. It was no secret that there were those in Mortimer that hailed her for her looks, the pale whie fun against her demonic, red eyes. The way that the roses she decorated her hair with helped to add to her looks, along with her loose dresses and the winged necklace hanging along her neck. They might choose her for that kind of target.

But also growing in a society that held secrecy and lying to a standard, much in the same way the kingdom of Salolsa did, it was never clear whether she was being told truths, or lies.

The pale woman's gaze followed the male's movements, watching him from where she had leaned her body against the tree. Even someone's body language could say a lot about them. Perhaps, the more she observed about this man in silence, the more she would be able to pull from him.

The male had started to speak, but there seemed to be a slight hesitation in his voice. Zuri grinned at the mental note. If you were going to lie, then have the confidence to back it up. Think about what would be said before speaking it. Pushing herself up from the tree, she inched closer to the male, closing the distance that was between them. A small grin curled onto her face, arms moving together as they crossed, "A simple travelling shaman hmm? Do you only travel around here then? Surely one like yourself must get around with your kind of looks." Maybe if she played along with this, she might be able to pull some more out of him. She watched and waited, like he were prey she was about to strike down.

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POSTED: Mon Oct 29, 2018 11:03 am

There was certainly a beauty to her. But it came nowhere near to rivalling the face of his Ulrichson. And as personal tastes went, he even held the bitch, Helena, in slightly higher regard. But pretty she was, the stark white coat, with underlying hints of rosy flesh hidden beneath, doing nothing but enhancing such features. This creature was truly blessed by the Gods.

'You have a name?' his throaty voice questioned, the pale man leaning in a fraction closer, a hair's width nearer. Visually it was unnoticeable, but there was something in the air that suddenly made the space between them feel a lot warmer. He did not offer his own, but he was certain she would ask. And what he offered would be a lie. A well practised one, one told many times and now lacking the tell tales signs of deception. But a lie even so.

'Around...' he shrugged, as if there was no easier, more specific, answer he could find to tell. A compliment was offered too, but he did not accept it, did not let himself be beguiled by such kind words. She leant her body against the tree and for a bare second, the thought of violence floated into his head. But at the end of the day, he was much too sophisticated for such things.
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POSTED: Mon Oct 29, 2018 11:30 am

I prefer dangerous freedom
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OOC: +300 words.

Zuri studied the man carefully. Coming from a background of liars, one could never trust someone upon first glance, or even the first exchange of words, though she had done well in hiding this fact. Such a thing was starting to disappear when it came to the other members back in the Vale, but there was no reason to trust someone on the outside just yet.

He had asked for her name, a common thing to ask when coming across strangers. "Rose," she said simply. The idea for her false name had come very early on. When her uncle began to teach her and her siblings, the name had come to mind from the flowers she had loved so much, the ones she would decorate herself with later in life.

And what a woman to match such a beautiful flower. One thing was for sure, the flowers themselves might have been delicate, but she had her own thorns to protect herself with.

"Now, I think it's only fair that I should get to know your name as well."

Red eyes narrowed as the pale woman received an answer she had already gotten. A red flag began to raise in her mind. If he was being so vague with his answers, and repeating himself in such a likeness, he was probably lying to her. Lying was such a gifted talent, and one that had to be handled with care. If you were going to lie to someone, should try and make it a bit more believable.

A curled grin soon passed along her muzzle before she pushed herself off the tree, straightened out her dress, and began to make her way towards the male. She stopped a bit before pacing around him, looking him over, "You're looking rather well for a shaman that travels alone, and in such a small area."

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POSTED: Mon Oct 29, 2018 11:56 am

'It doesn't suit you.'

It was true whether she was being honest or not. He didn't care either way, for he'd long decided that trying to figure out if someone was lying or not was a poor game when the stakes were so low. But roses were beautiful, and well protected too, with fearsome thorns, but they were far too common for such a worthwhile comparison.

'Amun.' he offered, again with a soft incline of his head.

His own name wasn't common, nor did he find any better comparison than such a godly name. It harked back aeons, past the age of wolves, past even the age of the humans that live in this place so long ago. Back further and further into the history of a faraway land, far back enough to be regarded as long forgotten mythology. But remembered devotedly by the pale man and his golden father, whose soul had been at rest for some time now.

She approached and then faltered. Speaking more appealing words. Lies. He thought. He was sure. He'd seen his own reflection in days, weeks, passed. No longer was he the handsome youth he had been. Now he was sallow-faced, skeletal and deathly pale. An omen of death and poverty, though he lived with enough to sate him and keep him in relative health.

I take very little from this land... he excused with a brief roll of his shoulders, 'And I know many things, things which keep me alive...'
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