m- for what it's worth, it was worth all the while

jaketta

POSTED: Wed Jan 09, 2019 1:53 pm

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There was a sickening crack as the rabbit's neck broke clean, a snap which sounded out like a crack of a whip and reverberated off of the trees that surrounded the clearing. For what felt like an eternity the sound echoed hollowly around the densely wooded area before it dissipated like mist into the background. The crude stone altar in the centre was already marred by the Pale Man's previous attempts at divination, specks of dried crimson had nestled themselves deep into the crevices of the uneven stonework and made themselves forever at home. There was only so much scrubbing the man could and was willing to, do. He was careful, always careful, not to wash away the mysticism of the stone too, not that the stone was in and of itself particularly special. Many creatures had met their end upon the table and their souls had been forever entwined into the fabric of the air around here he sat and he wasn't stupid enough to disrespect that. While the rabbit had been nothing but one in tens of such creatures, taken from the hutch his mother had founded so long ago, it had still been an individual, as much as it's appearance said otherwise. In essence, it had had a spirit in its body mere moments and thus it was proper to treat it as such.

With a strange delicacy, one that both befitted him and look completely alien, he picked up the knife and began the main incision. Blood seeped out like a burst balloon and dyed the hare pied creature's pale stomach a brilliant shade of crimson. White hands (still tinged with rose from last time) spread the flesh with care and once in, they began to pluck the organ's from the still warm cavity.
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POSTED: Sun Jan 13, 2019 8:18 pm

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There was little that captivated Jaketta enough to draw her away from her magic. Though, during the winter there was little foraging that could be done for a few reasons. Her fur was much too thin to be wandering about in the snow for extended periods. Most of what she foraged for lay beneath the white prison that blanketed the land, leaving her little to actually forage for. So, she would have to make do with what she had until the winter months vanished and took the snow with them.

While there was little that actually caught her attention, there was still much to be done. She hunted when time allowed, adding to Salsola's cache so they would do more than simply survive the winter. Salsolans always did more than simply survive. Jak was on her way back from a hunting trip that ended successfully with the capture of two rabbits. They both hung from her hip, dripping their life force onto the ground as she walked and stained the bright white snow brilliant red. It entertained her, being able to look back at the trail she left. It was a trail that would be gone by the next morning.

While her rabbits bled, they no longer generated that fresh irony scent that a newly killed rabbit generated. So, when the waft of blood from another source hit her, she felt inclined to chase it down. What and who it lead her to was a familiar and unfamiliar sight. Ankh, who she'd met once before, stood over an altar with the fresh kill. Bright pink organs were strewn onto the altar as blood seeped over the edge of the flat stone. Her eyes widened with a newfound curiosity as she walked closer to the brilliant white canine.

Good afternoon Warden. She spoke, indicating her presence. Blood and gold hues washed over the scene on the altar, wondering exactly what Ankh might be doing. Magic possibly?
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POSTED: Mon Jan 21, 2019 11:40 am

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The sudden intrusion on his home and ritual cause pumpkin eyes to glare daggers over the altar to the red tipped, coal pelted woman who'd greeted him by rank. Jaketta, he remembered after a moment. Truth be told there was no real intrusion, one couldn't intrude on pack land, not really, unless they were walking directly in through someone's front door. If anything, this clearing was his garden and past that he had no rightful claim to the forest. No one usually dared come this way, the Blackforest held evil within its boughs and malice lay buried under black earth. Hundreds of eyes watched over wherever one dared tread and although the cats weren't in any way, shape, or form a threat, their gaze was disconcerting, to say the least.

He didn't both to rise from his kneeling position, hunkered over the slick stone and still warm corpse like a gargoyle. He replied with a huff and a steady greeting of 'Tradesman.' as skeletal hands grasped blindly towards the cold dirt floor of the clearing. He soon found what he was looking for, bony digits wrapping around the stone model of a liver. While it was modelled after that of a sheep, Ankh found that it was easy enough to apply such practices to that of a rabbit or a cat.
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POSTED: Sun Jan 27, 2019 6:46 pm

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It seemed she disturbed him, because minuscule sons rose from their focus on the rabbit to bitterly greet her. Her ears pressed backwards upon realizing that she may be interrupting something of great importance, being performed by a member ranked higher than her. Jaketta stepped back and offered a short bow to Ankh. My apologies if my timing is unfavorable.

Curiosity coursed through her veins as blood and gold hues lapped up clues from the scene before her. Ankh greeted her simply by stating her rank, as she had done out of respect. She watched quietly, like the many specters of the Blackwoods, as the pale Warden grabbed for something off to his side. What he planned on doing with it after having gut the fresh rabbit before him, Jak was unsure.

Her ears twitched forward now with anticipation. Several times her maw opened as if to release words to assault Ankh's large white ears. She choked them back for fear of further upsetting him. She knew she should probably turn and leave. It was clear her presence was not welcome here, but her curiosity begged her to stick around to find out what kind of craft was being practiced. Jaketta was aware the snowy male practiced witchcraft, through precariously placed questions during her lessons with Elphaba. She thought important to know who practiced her craft, their Boss's craft, because the more witches in Salsola they stronger they would be.

Do you...need any help? She blurted, unwise and seemingly misplaced. She was looking for any reason she shouldn't turn and go back the way she came, any reason to stick around. If he was performing a ritual, Jaketta would certainly like to stick around. She seemed to always stumble upon other witches rituals, drawn to the prospect of magic at any given moment.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 28, 2019 8:18 pm

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Her timing was neither favourable or unfavourable, it just was, and Ankh was of the opinion that the least important of rituals (if there was such a thing, and if the one at hand was one of those) could be interrupted if needed. Or at least, he willingly paused them regardless of whether it was wrong or right. So seldom did anyone voluntarily traipse into his little spider's web, it was worth him laying down knife and hare to entertain his visitor. Only did it occur to him once he stood up that perhaps it had been the scent of freshly spilt blood that had called Jaketta to his clearing. Whether it was food she was interested in or merely the thrill of death and whatever followed Ankh neither knew nor cared about. 'It's not for eating. Not yet anyway.' The hermit pointed out, a skeletal and loosely gesturing to the rabbit on the low lying altarpiece. Perhaps he could cook the rich flesh later, perhaps he could even prepare it now if Jaketta was that desperate for food she'd walked right into the Blackwoods. 'I used them for divination.' The D'Aabt explained without prompting from the dark woman, for he sensed that the question was apt to arise.

It was easier for him to openly offer the information if he was in such the mood to. He often wasn't and he supposed that's why he was so often avoided by Salsolans. It was a gamble as to which side of Ankh they would stumble upon at any given time. There was no rhyme or reason to his moods after all. None that even he could predict should he so wish too. It was why he'd not climbed so high on the ladder of power within Salsola, he was too impractical and his temperament was unpredictable, his work was sporadic and he often took more than he gave. All in all, Ankh was just thankful that the great Erliaz and the formidable Boss Queen tolerated his quirks. Perhaps it was because he was old blood, though Ankh doubted it, as he'd seen what the pair had done to the old blood.

'I think you'd prove more of a hindrance than a help.' Ankh commented truthfully, returning back to his kneeling position and retrieving his knife from the altar. Using it, he beckoned the red-tinged woman closer, 'But I'll show you if you're so interested in my work. Perhaps one day you can aspire to assist me then.' Many thought his words insulting, Narcissa certainly did, and she never let him forget how annoying she found his tone and patronising choice of words. Oh well. It was a bad habit he often fell into with those ranked higher than him, and he had no trouble stopping it for such outspokenness stopped as soon as people began to outrank him. It was proof that Ankh could stop, could hold his tongue, but simply chose not to.
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