that whistling sound

Ravesque Acidic · 06-25-2011, 01:22 AM

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All welcome; takes place near Phosphagos Foothills, and he's just working on a circle made from large rocks.

Heavy hands hauled stones from the earth, pushing each chipped block into place as a circle was crafted. Ravesque grunted under the exertion; his body was built for heavy work, for physical punishment, for endurance, but he found himself out-of-shape as far labour went. Of course, this had a purpose, a purpose he had yet to reveal to those he saw on a daily basis. Naniko had prompted the hulk to find his way to the foothills, and it had been the Ice Queen who fueled his stone circle. Why? He wasn't entirely sure; perhaps his heart still held a yearning for the white-furred woman, or perhaps he merely felt it was time to sit and speak with her. Either way, her face had laced itself into his mind while he worked at the base of their mountain home.

As each stone settled into its new place, he produced a small bit of chalk (where he had found the chalk, he couldn't remember) and began drawing the lines of runic marks across the surfaces. One after another — ansuz, laukaz, uruz — to craft alu. Magic, presence, supernatural. The circle was meant for something sacred — time with his white Queen. He stood straight before it, tilting his head to the side ever-so-slightly to survey the chain. It wasn't perfect. Remaining silent in his task, he worked to adjust the slabs, widening and smoothing the edge. Damn rocks. They never did what he wanted.

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Theodore Stone · 06-25-2011, 08:24 AM

Four white paws were heavy on the ground, two blue eyes were intent on the quarry he had been chasing for the past few moments. The heavily pregnant mate of his had been more demanding and her aunt, and his leader, had insisted he pick up the pace and actually hunt properly for her. Of course, Theodore had been more interested in the welfare of the whole pack, and his priorities had been questioned. Now that it had been pointed out to him, the black and white male had no choice but to follow orders. It wasnt that he had no interest in hunting for his mate- he just loathed being told what to do. Still, his concentration was slipping, moving quickly away from the small deer that was desperately trying to get out of his way. And with a leap the male attached hisself to the herbivore's back.

Legs buckled, bleating breaths came as the creature panicked. His superior weight had sent them both crashing forward, and therefore over the hillside they had been heading towards. Thick fangs dug into the creatures rump, straining claws hanging on to its hips as they tumbled. Wolf and deer, falling over one another as gravity dragged them down the hillside. He hadnt been so clumsy in a long time and the male felt anger rising in his gut. Since Demi and the unborn children, the Rakeeb had tried hard to become more sociable, less angry. It was hard sure, but if it was for them, he would do it. Blood pooled in his mouth, but it wasnt enough for him to think this kill was in the bag.

The scent of another caused him to look around, but the dizzying tumble down the hillside made it impossible. And then the flat gound made the stop. Unfortunately the deer had landed on top of Teddy instead of the other way round. The wind knocked from him he almost let go before superior muscles caused him to throw the creature from him. He let go of the deer, blue eyes searching for the owner of the scent. Of course, he wasnt going to let it go that easily. He pounced, jaws closing round the animals throat. And then he saw the dark male with the ruby eyes. And a whole bunch of stones. What the heck?

Ravesque Acidic · 06-25-2011, 10:29 AM

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And then it was finished. The brutish man crossed his arms, muscles bulging beneath the thick coat of coal-shaded fur. Crimson eyes surveyed his masterpiece, if it could be called such a thing. It would serve its purpose, however, and then he would not need it again. One-time-use. Disposable. Alu. He snorted, hacking up phlegm gruffly before spitting it to the side. Masterpiece or not, it had offered him reprieve from his children for a few hours; it wasn't that he didn't have love for the fast-growing puppies, no, but rather that Agony and Jackson were still children and still quite overbearing on the aging man's mind.

Of course, as he started to think of his son with the white Queen, something came tumbling down the mountainside. Or two somethings. Or one fawn-colored something and one dark-coloured someone. The red eyes of the man shifted, following the movements of the someone as it served to pounce his claim on what appeared to be a deer. Ravesque raised one eyebrow for a brief moment before letting his face return to apathy.

The more he studied the intruder of his personal time, the more he came to realize who it was; living in a cave system for months did well for learning who was who. While he couldn't recall the exact name (he was horrible with exact names), he'd come to know that the younger man before him held a place beneath Naniko. A large hand found his undefined hip, the other brushing through thicker mane as his eyes closed. "Having trouble there, Rakeeb." It wasn't really a question, as the two had come tumbling down the mountainside inelegantly. If he'd been a more friendly man, he might have smiled; as it was, his eyes opened again and no expression crossed his otherwise brooding features.

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Theodore Stone · 07-05-2011, 02:26 PM

He wasnt exactly hurt from the tumble down the hill, but it had winded him some. The dead deer lay in his mouth and the male glanced down at it. He could just see it eye, glassy and unfocused, looking towards the sky. Shame, but Demi needed feeding and those babies in her womb needed good, fresh meat. The male started to get up when a voice echoed in his ears. He hadnt met the owner before and the words automatically made him bristle. Sure, the male probably didnt mean any harm by them, and they might possibly have been a perfectly innocent question. But as the Rakeeb got to his feet and looked around to see the black male again he straightened properly. He knew the male from rumours, the ex-lover of the white queen. Scorpius' father, plus the two that had found their way with him- Agony and Jackson. Ravesque.

"I got it under control, Zepar."

Theodore replied, knowing full well the mans name but chosing to go by his rank as he'd done. Teddy picked up the deer, moving closer and stretching out the sore muscles that had occured due to his fall. He hadnt heard a lot about the male, but he'd been in Anathema a while. As he understood, the male had kept to his cave for a long while before roaming about the lands. Each to their own of course, but Teddy wasnt sure he liked the male just yet.

Ravesque Acidic · 07-07-2011, 11:14 AM

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He was passive in expression as he watched the dark Rakeeb bristle from his words, searching for him with blue eyes. As they settled on the mass of Acidic fur, the crimson-eyed man watched him straighten himself. How much his reputation had preceded him was highly unknown to the reclusive creature known as Ravesque; he didn't bother to ask his children who knew what or what they'd heard, for he was content to live inside of his den without contact to any but close family. His family. His Acidics and D'Angelos, refugees from the ruined cult of New Brunswick where they had served a now dead Tribunal. There was no need for others who would not understand.

Sadly, his mind respected leadership, even those unimposing figures with commonplace features such as the Rakeeb before him, and he offered the man a subtle shift in his red gaze — never would he have considered gazing at Naniko's face directly (he preferred her body anyways), but Naniko was a Queen amongst drone bees who deserved his subservience, and the dark male received no such treatment. His eyes fixed upon a point between his nose and his chin while the failed hunter spoke.

Funny as the situation might have been, Ravesque's face was unchanging. "Mm, yes. I'm sure that Halcyon would agree. You have it under control." After that tumble, he had full belief that a talking version of their mountains would have laughed in the face of the underleader. While it might have come from the mountain, it did not come from the Zepar, who turned his back on the Rakeeb in order to shift around the stones he'd laid into a more perfect circle.

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Theodore Stone · 07-16-2011, 06:40 AM

The male could feel the hostile vibes coming off of the male who looked so similar to himself. Despite being much older, and with different coloured eyes, the Rakeeb couild see similarities in the male in front of him. A bitterness hung about the both of them, an aggression that Ravesque might not want to admit to. Either way, there was tension and a growing aggression between the males that Teddy could feel as a tangible emotion. With the deers blood still dripping down his chin, the male felt his body respond to the signals being sent his way. His hackles rose and his ears flashed back against his skull. He managed to keep his lips from sliding back to show his teeth, but it was an angry expression none the less. The mans tones almost made him lunge forward, the lazy sarcasm grating on his bones. He turned then and if Teddy was a lesser warrior, he would have lunged for him.

"I can see we aren't going to get along, Zepar."

He commented, turning back to his deer with a growl. It wasnt like he cared very much if the male liked him or not. There were plenty in Anathema who didnt like him, he was sure. It was more the lack of respect that was really bugging the male. He moved, picking the deer up and shaking it in the process, sending a spray of blood across the males stones. He would have apologised, had it not been for the males rudeness. Or maybe he wouldnt have- he was never too sure.

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