M - Head the words of wise men

- Abby

POSTED: Mon Jan 21, 2019 12:59 am

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That's it!

River shouted as she sprouted from her place on the ground, sitting in the middle of her makeshift tent. She was surrounded by several different animal skulls, each with runes painted in animal blood. Her pelt was stained various shades of crimson from her many sacrifices and excavations of hearts. Surely she wreaked of the consequences her craft brought upon her. Never mind. Through painstakingly thorough research and the wise words of many malicious entities, she had found a way to trap her so called demon for the meantime. The shadowy beast stretched and raked vicious claws against an invisible barrier, unable to escape. His jaws parted to reveal black strands of vaporous sinew. Red eyes gleamed with the force of the mid-day sun, alive with animosity.

River stood before him with a devilish grin spread wide across her feminine maw. Her hand teased through long, blood stained and tangled hair. The false demon shouted obscenities and insults at her, trying his best to diminish her pride and confidence. It was in vain. For so long now, she wished for this very moment. The spell wouldn't hold for long. It was imperfect and new. Even with other demons' help, she would not be able to contain the horned shadow beast for long. This is a new look on you Kal. You should keep it. It suits you, wonderfully. It was all good fun to tease him despite his blatant discomfort and rage.

I'm no beast, no monster. I am your rage, your certitude, your essence. How dare you treat me like a child, you filthy mongrel. You're nothing more than the ash in the pits of hellfire of the Abyss! Renounce this nonsense! This was the single most satisfying moment of her life, she wished she could stay to enjoy it.

I'll be back late, don't wait up. She cooed at the twisting, writhing spirit, going so far as to blow him a kiss. Now that he was captured, his words were nothing but flies hitting a blazing flame, vanishing into nothingness. They were meaningless when they didn't ring in her ear, resonate in her soul, and bring forth abhorrent emotions along with them. With the flick of her tail, River turned and darted out the door. She only hoped that while she was gone some poor soul would stumble upon him and she would be rid of him forever. She would never be so lucky.

The ashen witch made her way to The Order's camp. She did not hesitate to enter. They were no stronghold. They had no barricade, no border. She was free to enter as she pleased. River did, however, try to remain quiet. The last thing she wanted was for Greed to hear or smell her and awake from his slumber. She could only imagine the things he would have to say. She had no time to withstand his pleas. Soon, her heart would be strong enough to deal with Greed the way she had always meant to. For now, there was business to be dealt with.

River slipped into the sleeping youth's tent. Her hands paused delicately above him as she took a moment to admire his peaceful slumber. She touched him gently on the shoulder, bending down to whisper quietly in one wolfish ear. Abby. She called. A name he would only correlate with her as to not startle him awake. Her tail swayed violently behind her, a dead give away to how excited and pressed for time she was. Still, she was gentle with the blood splashed Lykoi. Abbyyy. She called, getting so close as to touch her cold nose against his ear. She smiled, enjoying being so close to him. She only needed him to wake. .
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POSTED: Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:01 pm

The air which was once filled with the musky iron cloud of life's most precious elixir had been replaced by a symphony of shouts and howls. Abaddon, the boy born in blood, stood at the center of a large marble arena atop a pile of his fallen foes. Their furs warming his feet while the crowd raved for more. A grin sprawled across the youth's battered features as he saw the proven within the Order step up to his throne of flesh. Once at its foot they all kneeled before him declaring the child as the strongest warrior in the land. A small chuckle slipped from sleeping lips whilst the boy roamed about in his fantasy realm where he was the mightiest hero. No villain too great nor problem too big.

The muscular male to the outside world merely slept with a content smile on his slumbering facade.

Abby began his ascension of gold plated stairs with the crowds chanting his name, each step he took he could hear it more clearly. Abby. Abbyy. Abbyyy. Abaddon prepped to lift his sword, declaring himself the one true hero, when a cold wind tickled his ear. The child attempted to ignore it, wishing to focus on his fair maiden and his victory but the wind persisted.

Pale suns fluttered open exposed to the similarly pale rays flickering into his tent. It was in that moment that he could smell a familiar scent feel her breath and recognize how close she was to his person. Abby jolted fully awake, his hand instinctively darting towards his gear until reality became more clear. Young gems glanced into the duality of color that was River. Abby found himself chuckling at his own display of panic. A quiet sigh fell from the upturned lips of a joyous man in the prime of his life. "Good morning to you, River." Arms tucked behind bloodstained locks of silky fur, his hair not tied up but allowed to fray out into a lion's mane of red and black. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" His pale eyes traced over the excitable female, trailing all the way to her tail. A dead giveaway. "Whatever it is, it has you in a good mood." A hearty chuckle followed as the tired smirk grew into that radiant smile he always wore.

As the boy lay there he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at the presence of her in his tent. Not only had she ventured into the Order camp but she came straight to him. At least he assumed she came straight to him. Most mornings he had to drag himself from the cool comfort of his tent but with her he found himself brimming with energy. Whatever it was that had her excited he would be right there with her.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 23, 2019 12:54 am

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The blue-grey woman's grin widened the second she saw movement in Abby's eyes. They opened moments later. Suns in the cool moonlight shining up at her. Hello. She whispered, watching him react to seeing her in his tent. His hand shot outwards into the darkness of the tent to disturb a sleeping weapon and armor. River did not so much as bat an eye at the rushed movement. She was fully expecting him to be surprised by her arrival here. Rarely did she venture into The Order's camp.

Morning. River responded, hands moving to move her blood stained locks over her shoulder and out of the way. His questions began and her smile grew wider and wider. You'll have to come see. Before long, Abaddon's shining smile broke through the fog of sleep. Her hand still graced his form, unwilling to leave its warm place atop his fur. Yes. It's a sight to behold. Get up. Get your stuff, let's go. Without another word, River slipped out of Abaddon's tent. Mismatched eyes searched around the camp, to be sure no other members stirred from their slumber. In the distance she could hear the snoring of tired men, accompanied by growls from dreams.

Her smile chilled into a smirk as she waited patiently for Abaddon to come out side. When she decided he was taking too long, which was only mere seconds, she poked her head back in. This is time sensitive Abby. Let's GO. Her tail, which once whipped around with excitement was now whipping around with impatience. She didn't know how long her spell would last.

Finally, the boy emerged from his tent and River grabbed his hand as she'd done a few times before this, and lead him out of camp. Before she got too far, she remembered a very important element. Tea! She nearly shouted, a hand flinging over her own maw. Abby, I need you to get some of your sister's tea. We will need it in order to reach the proper mental space for this. Please? She begged, grabbing his other hand before pulling both of them close to her. I'll give her something for a proper trade. I promise.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 30, 2019 3:54 am

Pale suns remained locked on the mismatched eye of the Wiccan angel. Her gaze was mystifying to the youth when their eyes met he could feel his heart freeze in suspension of what would come next. In his dreams, he often thought of this glorious moment where the two of them were alone to gaze into one another's eyes without a soul to interrupt them but to have it come true was something else.

Her cool pads brushed over the bloodstained pelt of the war-trained child, her fingers had become entangled in the strings of his life, of his mind, and of his heart. No matter how much his kin warned him not to surrender one's self all that didn't seem to matter in this one magical moment of time.

Ears twitched ruffling the black and red mane as her words finally penetrated the fog of fantasy to pull the child back to reality. The angelic witch wasted no time leaving his side when it became apparent that he was lucid enough to understand her words. Lucid, yes. Awake, not quite. Abaddon began sitting up when she was already at his tent's door "Hey, hold up I can't go outside looking like this. Gimme a few minutes." A snow-white paw pushed aside weapon after weapon to reveal a small leather pouch that contained within it another leather pouch to guarantee no water damage would reach the contents. What awaited him was a comb and a few threads.

Once his mane had been tamed and bound after several haphazardly exhaustive moments, Abby made his way to River. His black digits grabbed his khopesh on the way out just in case whatever she had to show him still had some fight left in it. Finally, he reached the side of the impatient woman "You rush me for tea?" the young man mumbled beneath his breath "..I mean I wouldn't say no to tea with you but a man needs his beauty sleep, not all of this happens naturally...Huh?" Caught up in his own train of thought Abby had to catch up with River's plan based on contextual clues. Her words though made the beast pause, Banshee was protective of her supplies and only really relinquished them to those she could trust. Granted, he would often just take what he pleased but still, she trusted him.

He never really asked for someone else, he honestly didn't know how she'd react. Well, he said that she could be trusted then he could probably get away with just a very loud lesson in asking before taking. The warrior's heart jumped once more as hands grabbed at his own. "Alright...just...make sure it's really super good or else I'll be hearing about it for months."

A while ago he had taught Banshee of their old friend Jak's mystical shrooms and how they allowed him to see beyond the world of the living. Banshee being the cunning fox she is had narrowed down the fungus. As if the stars aligned the mushrooms were ready to be harvested by the time the fallen angel needed some. Bit by bit he picked the chunks of soft flesh as well as a few ounces of other dried herbs in case River needed something else. By now he knew his way around his sister's tent like the back of his hand. There was nowhere she could hide that he wouldn't find.

After leaving a friendly note with a picture of a smiling cat drawn on it the boy rushed out offering river the jarred materials. "Will these work?"
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POSTED: Wed Feb 06, 2019 10:31 pm

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River took a moment to shoot the Lykoi child a piercing glare before she exited the tent to wait for him to 'tidy up'. Not even she cared that much about her appearance. They were carnal being after all. Her mess of tangled, blood stained, wavy locks could attest to that. She cared not for luxuries such as brushed or styled hair. A witch that was a natural as the earth she drew power from, and as untidy as the monsters she summoned. Maybe it was because on most days, she was simply trying to stay alive. Maybe if she were surrounded by those who would protect her, she would be able to slip into such luxuries.

These thoughts ran through her head as she waited, not too long, for the Lykoi child to finally emerge from the tent and into the blackness of night. Her mismatched eyes were drawn then to the welcoming glow of Bel's furnace, which was close to where Abby slept. Her maw fell agape to awe at the furnace's beauty, until Abby came to stand beside her.

Her brow drew together in a glare upon him once again as he exaggerated the importance of keeping his appearance up. He sounded like Greed. Apparently not. That's unfortunate. Mine does. She retorted, with a beaming smile and the flip of her wavy hair. Her pelt was not shiny, nor her hair untangled, but nonetheless she knew that was not all that attributed to one's appearance.

All it took was the grasping of his hands and a plead to get Abby to comply with her request. She gave a swift nod. Of course. I'll stay true to my word, especially for you sister. I've always liked her. The woman was very much like herself, lost in the mystical arts. Of course her own practice was different from Banshee's, but there was much they could relate to. Besides, she would never want to spoil her chance of becoming part of The Order, nor naming herself a criminal. She was not like those she veered away from. Although she consorted with the dark, it failed to taint her heart.

Again, she waited for Abaddon to rejoin her. She could hear the rustling and gentle knocking of various instruments as he rummaged Banshee's tent. She must have been a deep sleeper. Even her ears swiveled like radars to gather the ruckus Abby made. When he exited and made his way to her, she took a few steps towards him to close the difference. Her hands cupped underneath his as he showed her what he managed to steal.

Perfect!! I can brew a tea with these. We need to be fast. Let's go. Without even bothering to take the mushrooms from Abaddon, River grabbed his hand and began leading him away from camp. They rushed through the dark forest together, swathed in ample moonlight refracted off the radiant white snow. Canine eyes cared little for the lack of light. They made it to her camp, and River held a hand up to Abaddon. Wait here. Inside the tent, Kalfou's shadow writhed inside the makeshift prison. His roars and insults filled the space around him, but he would not be going anywhere hopefully anytime soon. River grabbed the few things she needed, such as things to make a fire, boil the tea, and a few other odds and ends needed for their travels.

Once she had everything she needed, she exited and motioned for Abaddon to follow. I know a cave nearby. Hurry. Once they reached the cave, they would have to act fast in order to complete her plan before Kalfou broke free.
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POSTED: Fri Mar 08, 2019 12:29 am

Those that hunt the spirits that lurk behind the living always had this air of mystery to their actions as if it was an entirely different language. The witches had symbols, stones, and even flowers that held specific meanings which could never be mistaken unless one were to be an outsider. Abaddon had been one of the few within The Order who could understand both the language of swords and spells. At least he could comprehend a little. Most of the time the man struggled to fully connect a foe that he could not stab. To not feel their blood drip down his blade. For them to be unphased by even the most hearty of strikes. It was all still so new.

One creature, in particular, had been the central focus of his studies, a singular shadow on the wall which had lingered for far too long. Kalfou. He was there amidst the demons when Abby shifted for the first time. He was there mocking him when Abby found River's first camp. It was rare to see River without him. The few times she could escape the grasp of her own shadow were the most heartwarming of times in his life. Thus he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed by the frantic witch when the tingles of Kal's suppressed nature tickled his spine. Seeing her home, feeling that chill, and noting the brew she had planned it wasn't hard to understand what would be occurring.

Tonight was their night to strike back.

Abby followed River without question to the cavern with haste in his step to keep pace. The young man smiled as he saw the dimly lit open mouth of a stone beast coated in grassy earth. Caves were always a fascinating item. Walls floors, and a ceiling made of stone with various teeth like the inside of a behemoth's maw. If it weren't for the grave nature of this visit he'd plead to explore the cave further.
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