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__Anyone is welcome to join in. However, only characters who can understand lowspeech will be able to decipher the raven's words! This is the only post that will be made by the Plot Prompt, so feel free to explore to your heart's content!
__ The raven was a fine, magnificent being. He was a strong, watchful creature who had noticed the strange goings-on of the past few months, and had tried-- many times without success-- to draw attention to the strange things in the lighthouse. The raven had been a friend of a wolf's years ago, and so the vast murder of wolves both distressed and pleased him. Although he would not admit to it, the lighthouse had provided him with a hearty meal the last few months. However, he recognized that the number of dead wolves and coyotes was abnormal -- and wished to know why.
__ He fluttered his wings, becoming agitated. He examined the strange footprints on the stairs-- covered in blood. He cocked his head, examining them. There was something wrong with them and he could not figure out what. It looked like the canine had forgotten to take another step, or forgotten to put his foot down. The crow shook his head. They weren't just wrong, they were weird and he did not like it!
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The hybrid had never liked the winged beasts of the world and that thought on them had only strengthened when the priestess of the clan had read the stars and sought the path of his future in the symbols in bone and tooth. DaVinci had tolerated the feathered partners of the clanfolk and had even learned to hunt with the falcons. To learn the words of their language had taken a while but when he had finally achieved that goal everything had fallen in place nicely. Until the priestess thought it wise to look to his future. Her words had been grim and yet annoying to the male. He had not been a believer of her words but they had still left a darkness looming over his soul.
He'd heard rumors of the havoc that had been wrecked upon the lands where the lighthouse stood and for once the male decided to listen to the birds on the wind and see just what all this fuss was about. His slow strolling step up to the doorway was interrupted by the call of the raven. He had tried for so long to stay away from the feathered beasts but he knew he could not ignore them forever. Growing softly to himself he snapped, "There's no reason to rattle my brains with such cawing." his words were sour but as he walked through the entrance to the lighthouse all irritation at the raven was left behind as he was met with a sight that he wasn't even sure was believable.
The bodies of the dead were beyond recognition but the voice of the raven and the sound of his fluttering wings brought him to step over the forms and join the figure that he'd tried so hard to keep at bay. "I'm here now, what is this?" he asked, his words heavy as though this was one choice that he wished he hadn't made, but like his time spent on the borders of Inferni it was too late to turn back. His eyes scanned the forms of the dead beasts as he stood there alone, the stale scent of blood filling the air as the long exhausted bodies sat for the world to see, yet it seems that none had raised the alarm yet. Why not, he wondered.
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Ooc: Who knew? Another DaVinci/Catherine thread! That probably won't end good XD
Catherine was thrilled by Seymour's actions. The falcon had never acted that weird, as she rose the bird herself, since its birth, at Halifax. The grayish woman was riding Bluma, her cream mare, without any care of where she was, wandering through these unknown lands. From where she could record, she had never been here. It was good to learn more about everything, she always thought. Now, it seemed like it wasn't that good to the bird of prey.
Soon enough, her only eye met the body of someone she wished never meet again. DaVinci. It was like it was yesterday that she met this bitter soul, in the boarders of AniWaya, looking for the missing kid. Until now, she couldn't know if he found her. However, it had been a bad moment for her. That anger hadn't fade away still, and that wasn't good for either. Not too late, she saw a black vult, a raven, floating around her personal discomfort. It crowed, and cawed, and flew around, the wolfess emerald eye couldn't follow it completely. That blind spot, that eternal wound was very annoying in cases like that.
She couldn't get all his blabing, as it was too quick for her. Seymour was always so calm that it was easier to understand him. With a light kick on the horse's tighs, she got there in a slow trotte. She looked at the hybrid's face with a reluctant glare, than a curious one at the black bird to her own. The male would reconize him. Not that she cared about it. The peregrine falcon landed, a bit agitated, on the owner's covered shoulder, jumping and harshing lowly to the other bird.
Hello, she said simply to the male, not looking at him. What is the matter with this bird?, she would have figured that out by herself, if the raven wasn't so pertubated. When she looked down, a disgusted grasp came out roughly throuh her throat. There was dead bodies all around, repulsively thrown around, blood all over the place, rotting. 'What in the world?!' she thought, spinning her head around to have a good perspective. A chill ran through her body.Yeui! That's all she could say right now. Who could have done such a thing?! That was grose! Part of her body wondered why she hadn't see it before, or even smelt. Deep inside, she knew it would take almost a week for her to sleep again.
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DaVinci had been waiting for the bird to calm down and give him an answer but it seemed that he would have to wait as the cry of another bird met his ears. Turning back to figure out just what was going on he caught sight of Catherine and the falcon that seemed to follow her every move. He glared at the bird in annoyance and instead of answering Catherine's question first he remarked to her own bird. "Just shut up.." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, scratching behind his ear as he tried to figure out just what sort of mess he'd got himself into.
Finally as the other woman gave out a sound close to a squeal he growled as he let his hand drop as his ears flashed back, pinning against his skull as he gave the woman a glance. "I was just asking him that when you came along.." he turned away from the woman and looked back to the bird, crossing his arms as he asked. "Well, what happened here?" the lowspeech was rusty and he would rather be speaking to any other creature than a bird but it seemed no one else was running through the world trying to tell what really happened.
He glanced back to the lady as he asked her. "Are you happy now?"
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occ- Vexx knows a few words in low speech so he may get a hint at it but they'd still need someone more fluent to figure it out.
While following a somewhat repulsive stench, Vexx had not gone too far from where he was until he found two wolves parked right near two black birds. The birds were cawing and causing a loud ruckus for seemingly no reason. He spat at the bird, giving it a good sign that it should shut the hell up. However, it was to no avail. Disgruntled, the hybrid took a step forward and jumped, startled. He looked down and gasped at the bloody mess that littered the floor before himself, the two wolves, and the ravens. He stepped back some more, still shocked to see such ferocity done to a body. The mangled bodies imprinted themselves into the hybrid's mind, no matter how much he tried to shake it.
However, when he listened to what the crazed bird was saying, he could understand some of it. He listened hard. He could only catch a few words. Something. Wrong. That was all he could really catch and it made him slightly frustrated. Why couldn't he had invested more into this kind of talk. He turned his head towards the wolf, who seemed to know more about what he was doing. You got anything from that?
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Ooc: --
The male's atitude wasn't helping Catherine to control herself. After all, she had worked too hard for all her control to get ripped apart because of him. Her "behaviour issue", called by her of "Berseker", was an unwarned ocorring, and it would be the last thing she would want to happen. Anyone who would see her in that situation, along with that hideous scene, would get it all wrong.
She was about to say use some bad language when the sound of someone else getting close called all her attention. Her good eye saw the brownish male with the weird blue tatto in the eyes join them, asking what they got with that. Only now she realized what the crow said. Her reasonable skills in lowspeech were put in proof, as the grayish female tried to understand the raven. "There is something very wrong in this scene, wolves!"
"Tell me something I don't know!" she said to the bird, with an irritated tone in her words. Who wouldn't notice that this brutal massive murdering scene was somewhat wrong. First, how could it be? So many creatures! Just unbelievable.
She gave a glance at the males. "There is something very wrong in this scene, wolves!" That's what he said., she told them, as if they didn't understand. The woman hoped her personal disconfort hadn't. She could grasp his reply to her comment.
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Why in the world the masses seemed to gather when there was havoc and chaos amuck he wasn't sure but it seemed that today like always they were running hand and hand. He turned towards the coyote who appeared, a member of Inferni, not a good sign. He barred his fangs in the male's direction, "Should I just ask who from your clan did it?" he spat. He wasn't in a good mood, and seeing a member of the clan who had placed a price on his head wasn't helping at all. Why in the world was he gifted with running into folks he would rather not see, it was just a curse he seemed to have aquired, though he wished he could throw it off to someone else.
DaVinci sighed as the woman stated the obvious, he turned his eyes back to her, annoyance showing in his stormy orbs as he asked. "You think we needed the bird to point that out?" He moved past the two and towards the prints that lay in the old rust hued blood. He stared down at the strange prints as he murmured. "Only three prints.." The cawing and cries of the raven echoing his words as he reached down to trace the place on the steps where the fourth paw should have came down to rest.
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Ooc: Crappy post XP I'll make it look like the murderer lacked one leg
Catherine got even more irritated by the hybrid's talking. He didn't need to be like that. Or does he? Anyway, the way he treated the other male was unbearable to her. She wouldn't let it be. Hey! You can't treat him like that! Do you have any proof that it was one of his packmates? I don't think you do, she argued, an annoyed tone in her voice. If he could be rude, she could as well. Why he was like that, she didn't knew the answer, but she knew the he was right, after all. It had only three pawprints. It was just so odd... The bird didn't stop cawing and crying, and she couldn't think straight. "Will you shut up for a few seconds?!" she said in low speech. It silented down, and she returned for the prints. She analysed them for some time. She wasn't that good at tracking, but she knew the basics. By the weight over the paws only agree that it lacked one paw. No use to that. Not able to explain how, she noticed they looked almost like a limp. Odder...
The silent from the bird only lasted a few seconds -as she requested-, and the bird restarted his screaming. Annoying. She didn't try to ignore, and showed the white, shinny teeth to it, an evil stare at it. Her terrifying face startled the raven, and it flew toward the last person it should: DaVinci. She could forseen what was about to happen.
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