The party never ends, the game begins again

Pandemic D'Angelo · 04-12-2012, 02:07 PM

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Latent fire flowed lazily through royal blue veins, hidden beneath layers of skin and midnight fur. Unacceptable were happening now lately and it was a bloody shame he hadn’t managed to any heads yet. It was bad luck and nothing more that had withheld his chance to take lives in the name of Salsola. Pandemic had his doubts, and a paranoia that was quick to jump out to cause uncertainty about his visible dedication to his home.

He would kid himself into believing his role was to become a prominent one, regardless. He had been an uncertain child, and shouldn’t bring ghosts into adult life. He didn’t know of the ghosts that would rise to haunt him when this day was over. He didn’t know what had happened elsewhere, for time was of the essence and the scents he and the dark lady Siv followed were fresh.

Trails were all he had found, and the hulking black beast followed with thundering steps, if only to ensure that those who had been here was certain to have left Salsola at this time. The large optime rolled his shoulders and moved the heavy mace from one hand to another. He lacked finesse and elegance once he moved to swing the great weapon, but impact would crush bones and that was enough. None should travel alone and without a weapon at this time.

Whiskers pulled back along a crinkled muzzle, and the young man frowned. He wished to suggest they go back, but held his tongue for now. If he was not mistaken, there was a touch of blood on top of the breeze. ”Smell that?” the ebony beast rumbled, casting a glance to the companion he barely knew at all. Her presence nearly made him uncomfortable, but he’d accept what he could get today. Another attack had struck Salsola, and there were other things to focus on at the moment. With a frown slowly twisting into an unpleasant, feral grin, Pandemic followed the scent to its source.

”What have we here..,”

Siv Helsi · 04-12-2012, 09:40 PM

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Aww yeah, I Monster. Siv has Hildr with her but is not riding, if that is unclear.

Even now, her blood boiled. Salsola was not her home by birth, but it was land that now belonged to her and her gods and she would see it protected. What if the attackers had found her daughter? She could not bear to lose the girl now, not while she was on the edge of greatness. Siv hoped that the young one would take the step to adulthood soon, but with war on their heels, she hoped not yet. Draugr was many things but a warrior she was not. The addition of her true father only further complicated things, though Siv had no desire to take her cousin as a bedmate.

Pandemic was much like his father, Siv recognized, and was impressed by his size and weapons. She herself came with only the hunting net and sling—she lacked a sword despite being capable of using one, and was looking forward to the day she could take these well-made weapons from the dogs who dared to call themselves wolves.

The cloak on her shoulders hid the gash that marred her upper arm, but the wounds on her forearms were apparent. She had been lucky, though; size alone gave her an advantage in the world of combat. Her steps were equally heavy and somewhat slower, given she was leading Hildr, and she sensed that the air felt strange now. It was not simply from the combat. It couldn’t be. The dark wolf looked to her and she smiled thinly, advancing.

A woman of pale fur and dark eyes was caught in a nasty looking snare trap. She was deeply wounded, which explained why her attempts to escape had been in vain. She snarled openly at the pair of Salsolians. Siv showed her teeth.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 04-21-2012, 06:56 AM

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The woman the four Salsolan eyes settle don had already been dealt with by someone else. White canines glared at her, treating this as crude evidence of the stranger woman’s foul reasons for being here. She deserved every weeping wound and more. But rage had long to go before his blackened form was to spin out of control. She couldn’t go anywhere, and it made the situation into something he could deal with. Smashing in heads was a move that had to be used when one battled to get the upper hand. This woman had already been beaten up, and could now go nowhere. They could do whatever they wanted, in their own pace.

Stormy grey eyes flickered to the cloaked woman beside him. It was a habit, looking for guidance in others. In Freetown, he was his own master with his own choices most of the time, but it was easy to fall into old tracks in the lands where he had grown up. But they were both equals in the Family, though he preferred to put age before youth. It was how it should be.

As the woman snarled, a dark chuckle was released from the depths of his throat. ”This is good,” he rumbled, adding an unconscious bob to his wolfish snout as he agreed with himself. ”Information can be harvested from those who still breathe,” the last sentence was spoken more quietly, for he knew nothing about the individuals of the group that had been so bold as to attack the glorious Salsolan Kingdom. The snared woman would have an idea of what could happen if she was caught alive, but he didn’t know if she had the guts to end her own life with a swipe of her claws across a main artery if she got their intentions confirmed too soon.

Siv Helsi · 04-26-2012, 08:24 AM

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this is bad ;-; trying to move it so Pan can do this torture thing

The she wolf snared in the trap did not show fear, but the scent of it lingered in the air. Siv’s snarl twisted into a thin smile and both of her black velvet ears swiveled to a high point. “We’ll take her,” she agreed. Between the two of them it was not hard—Siv was nearly as large as Pandemic and both were strong creatures. The very trap used to catch the woman served to encircle her hands, and Siv took the time to strike at the back of one of her legs. By injuring the muscle she caused both pain and enough damage to slow her if she did decide to run.

Siv brought Hildr around and with the son of the Auxiliary hoisted their prisoner onto the mare’s broad rear. She mounted after, unwilling to simply walk now that they had found their prey. “Would you need anything?” Her voice trailed down to the man. As the master of slaves, she knew means for torture but her methods were more about rewards and punishments. There would be none of the former today, and such savagery seemed imbued in the D’Angelo-Eternity offspring.

Pandemic D'Angelo · 04-30-2012, 09:38 PM

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Now he had the time to regret not bringing Black with him, but it was too late. He grimaced slightly as the captive was hoisted onto the horseback by their collaborative effort. He took a step back and observed the old female. She had lived a long life, so perhaps she would be less afraid of the thought of dying than a younger individual. It would make no difference. His current plan was not to take her life. Perhaps she’d make a doable slave for a limited duration of time. The black beast did not doubt that she was strong willed and would greatly resist attempts to be trained, but he didn’t see it as an impossible task. It would fit well, he thought, that she was to become an unwilling servant of those she had dared to war against. She’d be a brilliant example to others.

Of course, Pandemic was oblivious of what had happened in another part of their war-struck territory. His mind was even, and the rage he had carried with him was quickly quenched now when they had found this little trophy. They would draw information out of her first, and then they’d decide her fate.

Black ears swivelled on top of his large head as Siv interrupted his train of thought. Grimace turned into a somewhat enthusiastic grin at these words, for he understood what they meant. He was a rookie in many ways, but he was eager to learn and had witnessed much and more in his time as an Apprentice of Freetown. He had seen first hand how equipment meant to create weapons could turn just as cruel as any sword or axe they created. While slower of thought than his sibling, imagination was not something he lacked. He knew he could make it work if he tried. And he wanted to, and felt a strange excitement bubble up within as if he was a child again, accompanying his father while he did shores.

His onyx muzzle crinkled as his grin turned cruel as lips lifted to reveal two rows of devious teeth. A clawed hand gesticulated towards the depths of Salsola as he spoke. ”Take this one to the Slave Quarters for now. I’ll be there shortly.” But it was necessary to take a different route to pick up a few certain objects from Salvia’s place before he got to work. His blackened tail wagged merrily as his mind busied itself with imaginary images of things he could do to the old woman captive, and he turned and started walking with long, dedicated steps.

His eagerness to get to play with the captive would soon be crushed and replaced with unimaginable rage. Regardless, he would soon prove how effective he could be at drawing out secrets from another.

Siv Helsi · 05-09-2012, 10:57 AM

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I figured Pan can either hear it now or assume he did en-route. This will be my last post as Siv is off to do witchy things, so feel free to write a big torture one for Pan!

The ride back was a long one. Siv constantly checked on their captive, ensuring she was not loosened or somehow made capable from her bonds. There was something familiar about this, though the last time she had captured someone it had been a man and Miqui had assisted her. She was large enough to handle herself, of course, but felt the same responsibility to ensure that this already-dead woman made it to their intended place in one piece.

She came to the ruins and dismounted. Siv was strong enough to carry the woman inside, sending the few slaves present out with a singular order. While she settled the woman, she made use of the rough ropes left from the days of the Russian slave. Kicking and screaming, Siv bound the woman to a ring in the wall. They had been lucky to have these, she thought darkly.

As she went to send one of the slaves off, a ghostly shape drifted towards her. Wisteria looked haggard, and her eyes were fever-bright. Instinctively, Siv tensed.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s dead,” Wisteria said, and closed the distance between them. “The attack…they killed him and they might have killed her.”

“Who?” Siv demanded, fear prickling at her spine.

“My brother,” the white woman wailed. “And his daughter.”

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