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fight or flight
Posted 12-05-2017, 07:56 PM |
Matilda
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they had been traveling for some time now and she was uncertain on when they'd stop. the cold season of winter had fallen onto them in the blink of the eye, having nothing but one another for company and support. protection. matilda enjoyed having lachlan around, even if they still knew little of one another. in time, right? snow had yet to fall on these parts of the land, though the ground beneath her calloused toes was lifeless and frozen.

And it was just Matilda's luck that somehow she had managed to wander off ahead, unknowing that she'd left him behind somewhere. oh dear. it's in the moments that the smell of death hits her flared nostrils that a very real free strikes her heart and she stumbles back, narrow snout twisting as she desperately seeks out ginger friend, only to realize that she cannot see him. "lachlan!" tilly calls out for him, gunmetal grey ears pinning themselves to the curve of her skull as she physically recoils into herself, preparing to act on fight or flight.

please allow Lachlan to post first!




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Posted 12-05-2017, 09:24 PM |
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He'd turned his back for just a minute, just a minute, and then she'd disappeared on him. Matilda - aka Tilly - was always much faster than him when it came to traveling. There's a groan loosed from his dark lips as he spins on his white toes and heads in the direction that her scent drifts off from. Where was she taking them? They'd fled together, for whatever purpose, but the man could not sin so it was more than likely not that. He was a fit saint beneath his god, a devout preacher to the Holy Words, and he could not deviate from his oaths even for Tilly. He was devoid of any romantic actions toward Tilly, having a taste in other men since his young teenage years, when they'd taken his manhood for the prepping of his priesthood, and so he could not procreate nor did he feel the desires that others did to want the flesh of one another, or not nearly as often as those beasts with their manhood fully intact seemed to crave. He and Tilly had found a quiet companionship in one another and she divulged him often as he preached to her on their travels to this mystic land. He spoke naught of his younger days, when he had other dreams beside the priesthood but had been chosen for the task by his pack elders as was customary.

Once he had wished to settle down with a young lover, a boy about his age, who he'd fallen in love with against the gentle wisps of night time clouds and drunken laughter of star gazing youths, but they were denied to settle peacefully in their own sector of happiness, as duty was customary of their pack. The elders had spoken, their paths set for them, and Lachlan had never looked back.

Now he was here, with Tilly, far from whatever they had walked far from. He was on a mission to spread the Holy Words from beyond his land but travels had lead him to Tilly instead and for whatever reason his god might have they had been forged together by some invisible bond. As his name whips against the air with the undercurrent of anxiety he finds his limbs move faster and his paws kick into a jog. "Tilly!" he answers with a voice that his silken and reassuring as her dark form grows in the distance and his sharp pink eyes latch on to her for fear of something evidently wrong. "What is it?" Around them the dead area is nothing more than cracked earth and sticky grime, with the scent of decay heavy against the cold air. An unlikely place to find anyone, really, but it seemed that through the rank odor there were hints of passerby. A strange land indeed.
Matilda



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Posted 12-06-2017, 07:29 AM |
Matilda
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‘tilly!’ he calls for her and the gunmetal woman spins on her toes, a soft-pitched whine escaping into the cold, winter air as she pushes forward towards Lachlan’s comforting figure. There was a trust for this man she’d not been able to find with another, there was no desire nor passion; but she had love for dear Lachlan, her savior would always be bound to the fragile chords of her heart. ‘what is it?‘ a simple question, mint eyes aiming to meet the pink of his own as she moves to settle against his side ( accidentally bumping into him in the process ) though, he should be used to such things from Tilly by now. “It smells like death here, Lach,” the woman muses, her voice soft, sweet like the everlasting drip of honey as she further sought out comfort. “surely no one lives here?” perhaps it was her way of reasoning with this desolate wasteland.

There is a sudden surge of confidence that manages to push through her veins, a few quick ( but hesitant ) steps ahead of her ginger priest is made, but she cannot hide her tells completely as the hackles near the base of her tail have already gone astray, rigid alongside the twisting muscles beneath her coat. Matilda was a survivor, rescued and stolen away from a band of rogues that had taken her as a slave months ago. The wounds on her body had been given proper time to heal, they are nothing but scattered scars. Matilda would then glance over Lachlan, unsure what to do next. “right?” o, the joys of having to continuously reassure someone.

anyone can post! Lachlan




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Posted 12-06-2017, 09:00 AM |
Divine
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 5.50
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
355 ep
© Sylvirr
WHERE THE SKY ENDS;
He wanders the frigid wasteland of the pits and his pale eyes are narrowed against the stark whiteness and the sheer lack of stimulation that the place offers. Eventually, though, the emptiness is broken by the form of bodies on the horizon, and he picks up his pace as if to be certain they are not just that--bodies. Relief washes over him as he notes they are both alive, if not somewhat confused, and he arrives in time to catch the last bits of the questions, and a warm smile seems to remain upon his face permanently as he speaks rather placidly, announcing his presence with a soft spoken "Greetings."

He stretched, briefly giving them both a smile and a nod,"Luckily, nobody lives here. This place is home to no-one, and nothing. However, it is a decent place to come when you have nowhere else to turn to, and wish to let the winds lead you. In saying such... I am Lunafer, of the pack Divine. Are you in need of assistance? I will be glad to help." He promises this with a genuine expression of both concern, and politeness, for the Priest himself is not a creature who lacks any consideration.

"Lorem Ipsum"


Lachlan Matilda











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Posted 12-06-2017, 11:03 AM |
Fire
Lyonesse
Fire Beta
Female, 3.75
Meso-fighter
30 in, 110 lbs
104 ep
© Lou

THE SPITFIRE RETURNS

This time, no one would see her as that mourning wolf from fire, the dark princess with the long face that always seemed sorry for herself. Truth be told the start of her life had been a roller-coaster of emotion, of grief and despair. Family members had abandoned her by choice, others like her mother and father had died and long left this plane to visit the other. She barely had anyone left that shared a once famous bloodline, the verien-musai's, the legacy that is Singer hadn't been gifted to spirits awaiting their day to be born, though Lyon knew eventually she'd find a man to settle down with, it still saddened her greatly that year by year; her mother would be forgotten as new blood flooded doutaini. At least her and Vaitan remained to worship her mighty alter, to her, the fallen queen and her beloved mother; sat among the clouds with Akako himself. Though perhaps her podium perch was cast way too high, it was all she had to hold onto else the insanity and grief overbear her.

She makes her way to the pits once more, the passing of her nephew and the trauma of seeing her sister burn, never too far from her mind. But she figured, if she kept busy enough, put herself to a task and focused only on it; she'd make it through the darkness and into the light once more. Adjusting the pendant sitting bright between her dark bosoms, she approaches behind Lunafer shortly after his voice pulled her ears forward. She is close enough- quick enough, to catch each word and gently, though with fair confidence; she comes to rest beside him, enough space as was needed. Her head lifts, chartreuse eyes flashing golden beneath the sun rays as each rogue receives a studying glance, her tail waving rhythmically behind her ankles. there was two of them! a younger female, and a male perhaps a little older than her, though he smelt a little different to most men she'd met- she doesn't think much on it. Instead she focuses on containing her excitement to the prospect of bringing home two new wolves for fire, she needed to keep her cool- else she scare them away!

"You've reached the gateway to Doutaini, friends!" her chipper voice squeaks and to the rogues she shares a giant grin, her steel grey mohawk flicking comically across her neck and shoulders as she turns her head to greet Lunafer, "good day to you, Divine!" and she nods her muzzle politely, her grin fading to more of a diplomatic smile before she turns back to the newcomers. "It isn't pretty, but it's a gentle beginning to an otherwise magical land, have you heard of us?" emerald eyes slide slowly back and forward between the two, she wasn't sure who was in charge or if they were equal standing, age meant nothing if you were a leader. "My name is Lyonesse Verien-Musai Valentine and I come from one of the many packs here in Doutaini; Fire. We're all split up by these necklaces, you'll see plenty of them around, eight out of the nine packs here wear them and the different colors stand for the packs - and the magic!" she hadn't introduced herself by full name in quite some time, but she figured now was as good a time as any to reinstate it, to remember it. To the side, enough distance so as not to scare the rogues; Lyonesse casts spark, the pendant by her throat humming to life as along the edge of a branch, a fire starts.

"Come, warm yourselves! Tell us where you've come from," and as she moves to take a seat around the warmth of the fire, she flashes them a smile that is most welcoming.
"speech."




tags; Lachlan - ha, sorry this is so lame XD



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Posted 12-09-2017, 09:59 PM |
Lachlan
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The priest was no fighter. He had stolen Matilda in the depths of her captors' slumber, slipping away in the shadows beneath the pregnant sun and dappled forest. His deep pink eyes move to Matilda's anxious face with sympathy in the depths. A traumatized woman, for all he'd found her beaten and bruised. He couldn't just leave her there and regardless of how he wished to condemn Matilda's captors to the pits of the underworld, he was incapable of doing so and instead forgot divine forgiveness of their sins and healing of Matilda's injured self-worth and mind.

"Mm," his lips vibrate with the notion of a reply thrumming on the edges of existence as he looks across the wasteland they'd entered upon, "have no fear, my lady, the great Creator will protect us through Their loving grace." It's a soft assurance spoken on a voice bespoken of those charismatic tones that priests often projected; a pleasant tone that drew someone in rather than pushed them away.

They were not alone long.

An immediate weariness quivers within his limbs, though for Matilda's sake he does not betray his skepticism of the wolf that approaches them. "The Creator smile upon you, Lunafer." Whatever compelled the other wolf to wander upon them in this wasteland, there didn't seem any immediate danger. Quite the opposite really. With an offer of help immediately brandished before him there is a dash of disbelief that runs through his mind. "My lady and I were just -" he breaks off as another wolf appears.

Two strangers to greet them, both with an air of authority. A queer land indeed, to attract so many flies to the honey. "The Creator smile upon you, Lyonesse."Divine, Fire, these wolves were surely mad with their speech. Talk of magic and necklaces. Those bold eyes did find baubles at each throat, however, which brought his brow line up in an awkward motion. "I'm afraid we are not aware of Doutaini and its magics. What sorcery is this madness?" Skepticism lies heavily within his words as he looks between the two strangers that have approached he and Tilly and almost absent-minded he puts himself between Tilly and these strangers - if she would allow him to move in a position to guard her. He might not be capable of fighting (bless the Creator) but he would give his body to protect Matilda.
Matilda



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Posted Yesterday, 12:59 AM |
Divine
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 5.50
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
355 ep
© Sylvirr
Matilda are we gonna continue?[][]











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