You're Playing with The Big Boys Now.

POSTED: Sun Jan 13, 2019 6:38 pm

OOC - bleepbloop coax is oblivious. WC: 537

I can't hold on much longer

Coaxoch had begun to get back to his normal life, by starting his day with going into the Blackwoods and finding his personal alter in which he used to make his sacrifices to the Red God, and pray. This morning was no different than the last few, where he sung hymns, burned Ankh's incense, and prayed to the Gods, asking them what he might placate them with as far as the sacrifices went. They required blood on this day, when the others had been things like trees, and plants, things that were still hard to find in the depths of winter, but the blood that they required of him was definitely one that he would be hunting for awhile, but still common enough for him to find without spending an entire day looking.

Once he was done with his prayers of the morning, he had thought about if he should go back to the church to let Sebastien know that he was preparing to hunt, or if he needed to be on babysitting duty today. Coaxoch had the children for the past few days, so he decided that he was not going to do the sitting today. Skrak had come to Coaxoch and he whispers words to the beast and sent him to the air to fly off to Sebastien. Coaxoch gathered his hunting gear and placed his tools upon his waist until he came down to his spear. He did not take either of his horses today, for Nightmare was still a bit too young to break, and Korosk was much too slow in the thick snow that covered the ground. Coaxoch did whistle to call Ixion, the white lynx to his side. The ghostly lynx was never too far, and once he had caught up to the pale wendigo man, he rubbed his head and the length of his body on Coax's thigh. Coaxoch pet the beast and whispered to the feline that they were to hunt their favorite. Wild Boar.

Coaxoch scented the air for the stench of the beasts. They were so stupid that it was so easy to find them often times, and Coaxoch had had a lot of success finding and hunting them, enough to where he was confident enough that he would not get gored by even some of the bigger pigs. They were vicious, he had to say that, but he had his wit on his side, even though he had only one arm. The lynx, too, was confident in his partner's ability, and had faith that Coaxoch would be able to take down his prey with some help from him, but not as much as one might think.

The cold air of the Blackwoods sunk into the dense coat of the other, and for some reason, he felt sad then. Coaxoch still trekked on, but he still felt the deep sorrow in his heart that Faith had left him with. He wondered when she would leave his thoughts, when she would finally leave him alone to let him move on with his love, with his life. Would she plague him, or would she some day vanish from his thoughts like Elody had for his father?

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POSTED: Sun Jan 20, 2019 8:58 pm

More and more time had been spent beneath the trees of the Blackwoods, and more understanding of the place came with it. It was a semi-holy place, crawling with those that believed in a higher control over the world. A different breed than Shaamah, and one that he had enough reason to believe foolish. Isaiah, under the guise of Ohja, was a religious nut, a straight lunatic, that showed the power of how far gone one could truly be when there was the idea that a greater power controlled you. It was something Shaamah wouldn't swallow, though he would feign, should the need arise. Culture before preference. The best way to blend into any place.

Salsolan scents littered the land beneath the trees, alongside animals that lingered in Salsola's cologne and animals that did not. The memory of a fox upon his arrival notated this pack and it's idea of 'pets' for lack of a better term. One particular trail stood out above the others. Recent. Two of them. Their prints meandered and Shaamah took to following them, not knowing the man that had made them, but knowing the man was of Salsola, at least.

The maze of trees did not relent, and nor did the trail that was left amid them. It wasn't until the pair came into sight that Shaamah could deduce what they were up to. A spear in hand and a cat at side, there was either patrol, a fight or a hunt at hand. Either way, a dangerous event to take alone for a lesser man. Blue gaze narrowed at the man's shoulder. What he thought was an armed tucked over, was indeed a missing limb altogether. A decent man, who would go out despite. Respectable. There was a great deal said about his character without word, and Shaamah took note of it.

Stepping closer to the duo, he offered the shuffle of his feet as his introduction. If hunting, or practising some spear art that Shaamah hadn't know, he wasn't there to disturb the man, but greet him. It was best to know all those beneath Salsola, if he were rise in rank. Silently, the soldier stood with good reach between this man and his cat, waiting for a sign whether he was able to interfere, or if he should stand back.


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POSTED: Sat Jan 26, 2019 2:18 am

There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown
Word Count → 563 :: OOC: bleepbloop

The amount of visitors to the Blackwoods had died down once more, while there had been many witches within Salsola, there had been a bit of an uprise in the amount of them that would worship and hunt and linger within the Blackwoods for some time there, but as winter had come, the witches had gone back within their warm houses, where their cauldrons bubbled with poisonous potions and their cats hissed at the spiders that shivered in the corners of their homes. He was the witch who lived within the Blackwoods, where his home would easily be missed should one not know the winding roads of the Blackwoods, and should one get lost, they should try to find the Church, for this was one of the only hopes that they had for getting out of there.

One had to be a skilled tracker to be able to stay on the trail of the wendigo and his partner, for he and the pale cat had come to smell of the woods themselves. It was no surprise that they should smell like the forest, as they both spent a majority of their time within it, with only infrequent visits outside of it or the packlands in general. Coaxoch was unaware of the silent male who would follow them until he caught up, for the one-armed man had been much more focused on tracking down his next meal rather than worrying about the new smells lingering around the forest. Coaxoch did not worry of the man until he had seen the beast come into his view. Coaxoch had been crouched at the moment that the fog let up to show them a male that looked even much more grizzly thank his own scar covered father. Till looked good comparatively, and Coaxoch found himself almost jump to his feet as he found his bright eyes of spring look at the other.

It was hard to notice that the male did not have two eyes. Yet, Coaxoch did not think different of this man because of it, for he must have had some story behind each of his scars. The larger male must have been a fighter, by the look of him, and while Coaxoch did not particularly let on that he might be slightly intimidated, he did look at the other with a confused look on his face. He had never seen this other male before, and even though he smelt of Salsola, he did not look much like he belonged here.

I've never seen you before. he stated with ease, though it was said with a "matter of fact" tone and his eyes did not lower from the other and his giant form. He was big, like Chester had become. Coaxoch knew this to probably be because of the wolf blood, and while Coaxoch had been taller in his family, he was by far not as tall as this other male. This other male made Coaxoch actually feel quite short, and because of this, Coaxoch felt his spine straighten some to make himself only slightly taller. He did this without realizing it at all really, and he looked at the other with a questioning glaze over his eyes. My name is Coaxoch Ulrich, Family of Salsola. Who are you? he asked the other as his hail-tail flicked back and forth behind him.

And Get Rid of the Monsters Inside Your Head.

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