Tempestuous Temperaments

Finn Fidh · 12-29-2011, 04:27 PM

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The mid-winter wind tore across the empty wastes of Drifter Bay, howling all the while. Finn took the brunt of it with not a few stumbles, her light weight and thin body did not make for a secure stance. Still, there was some enjoyment to be found in this place, where the air was fresh and clean and heavy with salt. The seabirds overhead were amusing to watch, struggling with the wind even more than Finn. Some tried to dive and wheel in search of prey, but more often than not they were driven to the ground with audible thumps as the gale gained mastery over them.

Finn looked out across the snow driven plains, towards the ocean. A storm was coming in, grey and black and blue as her coat, the clouds just as curly. Lightning forked from cloud to sea, and Finn could hear the distant rumble of thunder like a heartbeat. Though she disliked the cold, at times it was a necessary thing to remind herself that she was still alive. Picking up the pace, she loped through the low snow drifts scored with dune grass, making her way towards the beach. Finn liked the concept of the ocean, she liked to watch its many moods. But you couldn’t pay her with all the world’s love and money to make her willingly enter it.

She took in another deep lungful of breath, her sides expanding visibly, the skin stretching over the bones. She had put on a little weight since joining Anathema, but it was doubtful she’d ever look like anything more than a sack of sticks. She had always been that way, even when she was young. Her father had forced her to eat until she was almost bursting with venison and hare and turkey, but the next day her rotund belly would be gone and she’d be back to impersonating a walking skeleton.

Her brothers Aegnus and Brom were much bigger, but it was not their father’s genes they took after, but their mother’s. Cuhlain Fidh himself was rangy and lean as a whipped cur. She could still see his long, toothy maw, and pale yellow eyes watching, watching, watching as she went through drill after drift, spar after spar with her brother, until she committed everything to memory and moved as smoothly as the river. Those lessons had stuck more than anything else, and even now Finn found herself slipping into the repetitive motions, if only in her mind.

That state was what kept her alive, that half-consciousness, that muscle memory that allowed her to react without thinking, move without feeling. It was almost euphoric, and Finn well understood why she enjoyed fighting so much. When she fought, all the pain, fear, stress, anxiety and confusion drained out through her toes and she was unified. One wolf, one mind, one goal. The scars were worth it, just to achieve something close to enlightenment.

Meandering along the beach, Finn stirred at the shells and smooth little stones with her paws. She wondered what it would be like to fight on two legs, like the many luperci in her pack did. It looked ungainly, it looked unstable. At least as a wolf she had four legs on the ground, four points of contact. But luperci had advantages too. They could wield weapons which made all the difference in a fight. Finn considered turning back towards Anathema, and seeking out one of the warriors in her pack. Perhaps they would have pointers on how to fight a luperci successfully in a form such as hers. But the storm was getting closer and Finn enjoyed a good tempest, so she leaned back on her haunches and watched the clouds race towards her.

Esmeralda Acidic · 01-04-2012, 08:40 PM

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OOC: rawr

The beach was somewhere she did not visit too often. She had something against salt water, possibly a fear of drowning perhaps, though she did not have such a problem with lakes, and streams, rivers even. Maybe it was the gritty sand, or the salty water that would get in her nose and eyes and mouth. Maybe it had something to do with one of those things, but she was a secretive being that was not about to share the fact that she was scared to be dragged out to sea and eaten by the big fish because she looked too yummy to not eat. There was her ego somewhere in there, the ego that just never seemed to quit. She dragged her slave's chain along with her, and her body was cloaked with a fur that was black and white, much like a Tuxedo Cat's pelt, only that it was a pelt that she had stolen from a wolf some time ago before she had gotten to Anathema. It had been her cloak for some time, and she had grown attached to it, unlike many of the others that she did not seem to enjoy as much. It probably was because it was also the warmest of her cloaks.

Her fingers went and pet the bat that had nestled against her chest. It had not been allowed to migrate this year because of it's ownership, and therefore it was almost always really cold. It nestled against the chest of the woman and the cloak because both things kept it warm. Esmeralda had not been doing anything in particular, just searching for something to do, and her fingers itched to fight after awhile, because if she fought then perhaps she could cure her boredom. She should have been doing something for Salsola, to get recognition in the pack, but she had been trying so hard lately that she had wanted to take a break and do something for herself for once. This, well...This happened to be what she was going to do in her day of rest from the pack, whom she did not smell like, because of the perfumes that she had bathed in after leaving the territory to find a space where she would be able to bathe. Now, she smelt like any other loner, wandering their way from place to place, though she....She seemed as if she was a reaper of souls. She almost thought that she was.

She fiddled with her knives that had been stuffed in her fanny pack on her hip. Her hand specifically went to the one she was recently given by Sirius. It was a piercing knife that had a straight blade except for the tip, and it was very sharp. She wanted to use it on someone, and she wanted to find someone to use it on, so her relax mode was swiftly turned into kill mode. She started to move faster, and soon, the wind would aid her, and send the smell of an Anatheman in her direction. She growled lightly. She did not like the Anathemans anymore, for they were a disgrace, letting impurity rule over them. She snorted and continued to run.

Soon she would come upon a scraggly, gray beast in it's lupus form. She thought of Gunnar and snarled. This could have been his mother for all she knew. She let a snarl pass her lips and she quickly removed a throwing knife from her pack and she threw the knife at the wolf. What a delightfully ugly beast to test her new knife on? She did not say a word. Daisuke did not aid in the fight, instead, he simply watched over the yearling.

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Finn Fidh · 01-06-2012, 01:06 AM

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It had been the luck of chance that the spinning knife approached Finn on her left side, else she would not have heard it at all. As it was, she managed to twist away at the last moment,the sharp blade passing so closely that it sheared a lock of fur from her coat. She froze, eyes wide and teeth bared, and what seemed like a shudder traveled across her body, the muscles and fur and bones moving in a sudden pulse. In the speed only capable of a instinctive action, Finn Fidh shifted from Lupus to Secui form and turned towards the source of the weapon.

The wolf was no longer quite the bag of bones she usually was, her lean form now laced with muscle and her mane bristling like spears. Her whole shape sang with bridled violence. It was a curious thing, how such a mild-mannered wolf could change so much over the course of a few seconds, but having spent all her life waging war, she knew the motions of a fight like she knew how to breath. Even curiouser, however, was that the she-wolf’s maw remained fixed in the most tranquil of smiles.

“Hello to you too.” Finn said slowly, staring at the young dog holding the knives. “And what, may I ask, has ruffled your feathers?” As she spoke, Finn’s muscles slowly tensed, her legs gathering beneath her like a spring. She was not ready to go on the offensive just yet, seeing as her opponent was little more than a bairn, but she would have no problem finishing this fight if the pup persisted. Honestly, children these days. In her younger days Finn was as brass as a button, but even she would have hesitated to pick a fight with a wolf as gaunt and battered as herself.

Finn’s eyes briefly flickered to the golden wolf standing aside from the fight. He looked older, perhaps a relative? “Is this your child, sirra?” Finn asked pleasantly, still watching the pup from the corner of her eye. It took discipline to hold so completely still in such a situation. Most wolves would have made some motion to fight or flee by now, but Finn was too used to this, to the threat of violence and the prospect of a fight to get antsy. She stood there, hulking and cool as a cucumber even in her contrary courtesy.

If anything, she hoped to diffuse this mishap with words rather than rend it apart with tooth and claw. Where once Finn would have thrown herself into the fray without a second thought, now she stood firm, reminded all too well by the many scars on her back that sometimes a fight just wasn’t worth the price. She hoped this young creature might realize too, but seeing the anger and disgust wrapped up in a snarl on her little snout, Finn doubted that very much. Her pale eyes narrowed, her breathing slowed, and her limbs tightened to iron bands of tendon and muscle. Let it never be said that Finn Fidh was ever caught unawares.

Esmeralda Acidic · 01-17-2012, 06:46 PM

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OOC: Daisuke and Finn met before, so I'm guessing that Finn doesn't really remember? Daisuke is supposed to have a photographic memory so he would really remember stuff like that :] I also feel like this post is really fucked up. Oh, and it's long.

Esmeralda's eyes were on the bitch, she shifted forms quickly, but only to it's other four legged form. She was much taller in this form. She was much muscular as well. Two things that Esmeralda lacked. She was still taller than the secui wolf, since she was in her two-legged form, but she still was on the smaller, lanky, dainty side of the spectrum, though her body did show some muscle, mainly in her legs and arms, for her fur was fluffy in the winter, and it covered the rest of her features as far as muscles go. Not only that, but the wolf cloak added to her mass, so she had looked slightly bigger than she really was. Esmeralda did not bother to respond to the woman when she asked what her problem was. The answer was obvious that she was the problem. Her and her ugly existence. She was gray, and gray was to be destroyed in the eyes of the merled, liliac girl. Her tail was stiff and the girl with the knives started to let her fur rise under her cloak. The movement of the child's fur made her bat move and it made a sound. Esmeralda almost forgot that she had the bat at her chest, and she put her hand on her chest, over the back of the bat, and she calmed it back down. She, however let her fangs show at the woman. "You are a disgrace." were the only words she spoke to the woman, as the woman went on to speak to her slave.

Daisuke was not ready to be addressed, and he was quite surprised that the woman did notice that he was even there. She asked the male if Esmeralda was his child. In a way, she was, but in all reality, she really wasn't. Sure, he had raised her a little bit, but she simply developed on her own really, since Daisuke really didn't know how to raise a child. The girl ended up taking charge, and doing what she wanted, as well as learning about whatever she wanted to learn about. If she wanted to learn how to hunt, she would tell Daisuke to show her, and then he'd do it, that, along with other things. If Esmeralda wanted to know what firewater was, Daisuke would show her. If Esme wanted to know what sex was, then he'd show her. If the princess wanted to know what the insides of a wolf looks like, then he'd show her. This made her think that she was able to do whatever she wanted to him, and she would not get punished. She liked this method of being raised, so she obviously took advantage of it until she was able to dominate the male completely and use him as nothing but a slave. The golden male looked at his master, and his torn ears fell back on his head and he looked down at the ground, a silent form of submission and a way to answer the woman without even speaking a word. The male then let his eyes rise to the gray woman again, and he lifted his lips to show his fangs.

Daisuke still did not speak, but he looked at the woman, and he definitely remembered meeting this woman before. He looked at her and he turned his back slightly to her, hoping for her to get a glimpse of his unique tattooing along his back that he had around the time she had met him. He circled around, as per silent request of Esmeralda by a simple nod of her head that Daisuke caught as he looked at the merled girl. Daisuke's breath was heavy, as were his footsteps. He was scared of letting his master know that he knew, and cared for this woman at some point in time, if only as a friend. Daisuke was so sorry that they had to meet like this. Esmeralda was relentless to gray wolves. She always wanted to carve out their tongues, and mangle them, sometimes kill and burn them. It was a deep rooted anger and problem she had for no real good reason other than the fact that she thought that they were ugly. Esmeralda was not into scared beings either. Too many scars meant that many had failed in assassinating the being, and therefore, it was her job to rid of them, since she "was the only one who was able to". What a fucking psychopath.

Esmeralda growled lightly, as her ice blue eyes remained fixated on the gray wolf with missing toes, and no ear. Esmeralda looked at each scar on the woman that was not covered by her longer secui form hair. She also remained fixated on those perpetually bares fangs on the side of her mouth. Esmeralda wanted to cut off the other lip to give her a matching set. She also thought briefly about stealing this woman from Anathema, and making her a slave. That would take a lot of work, and since Esmeralda did not know of the woman's rank, it might be hard to actually steal the woman without anyone noticing her absence. She hadn't been to Anathema in some time now. The last time she was there, she had infiltrated the lands without being caught to be with her brother on their birthday. That was a special night for her. For she loved and missed her opposite spirited brother. This was why she had a fur coat that matched his own. Not because she had killed him, no,(because she would never even fathom that) but because she admired him so much that when she saw the coat on another, she had to kill it, and skin it and then wear it, and pretend that it was her brother's, and it had his smell on it. Eventually she might make those things into a reality, if not getting his pelt then to at least get his smell onto this pelt she currently was in the possession of.

Esmeralda grabbed two new knives, and she motioned for Daisuke to grab her other knife so that he could give it back to her. She then growled lightly again and she aimed again at the beast, and threw the first knife as a distraction, near the woman enough for her to possibly think it was going to hit her, and then she proceeded to through the other one too the direction she thought that the woman would dodge in. Daisuke himself did not move, for he knew that the knives would not hit him, even if he was close to the target. He held a sad frown on his face though, because he did not want to fight this woman. He hoped that Esmeralda would be able to handle the woman on her own, even though every fiber of his being was telling him that he would need to jump in, and more than likely, very soon. He got himself ready to attack her, when the order came, but he did it with a heavy heart. A very heavy heart indeed.

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