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Posted 02-12-2018, 02:11 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
◈ the night dazzled; it's cold moonlight poured across the titian sea. the heavens hung as though a gaping mouth, it's lips peeled back and cannily drank from it every hue, and flavoured shade. keillan was a shadow, a vapour that slipped between the glossy tide of foliage. every sweep of his step invited poetic rustling, ushering a gentile choir of intangible voices. sweetened psithurism as the wind came flush against the straight aureate tresses heightened as the lone adventurer continued on with his sojourn. doutaini, it's name had been uttered in varying degree, with many shades of emotion. the spirit that had found him in his youth firstly crowed it's praise, blighted with remorse of a life ill-spent. his aunt, the one who had collected him, who had dragged him there as a pup, held too much anger to give much acclaim. she'd been too wounded, too soured by her experiences there. it seemed strange that she thought there'd ever be reason to return, but that was not his chapter to read, or to write. and yet, a stranger still to these lands: he'd returned, out of a promise made. lonesome as it was in doing so. he yearned for what he'd left in the wilds beyond, but there was magic here that uttered want of him. he felt in the way most know their own calling, their purpose. he'd no words for it yet; only the feeling that he was where he was needing to be. the shadowed stag stood, cresting a smaller bluff upon the plateau. his eyes searched the night, for nothing and yet everything at once. he drew it in quietly, in unspoken appreciation for the sights doutaini had swept before him.

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Posted 02-12-2018, 02:28 PM |
Abelinda
Rogue
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
0 ep
© Wyld
In the darkness of night, shadows moved and shifted to the moons delight; controlled by it's very waxing that night. Alas something was within those very shadows, something that perhaps did not belong. In any case the silent shadow moved quickly and with purpose; chasing what it appeared to be a white hare - a small prize for any hunter. Yet it wasn't what the rabbit would give in the end, but what it gave now. The chase, the adrenaline that filled her blood. It was clear, when while in mid-chase that she was not the only one out here while it made the serpent wonder just why this other was out there, perhaps it was for the same reason. Simple wandering, troubling thoughts or drew them out here. It was hard to say what drew the silver coated women out here, after hearing tales of magic and great feats - perhaps that was it. Or the duty to her own family, the duty to seek out new lands and spread their line a new.

Question is, would they tare this land asunder in doing do? War, battle, strife, misery; was all she knew. A hell-hound heeling at her masters beck and call; her father and mother - released the hound. Abelinda knew, she and one other sibling was here. A sibling that would have to be tracked down in a few days time; no doubt Marja was getting into all kinds of trouble by now. Hellfire eyes narrowed as jaws snapped forth catching her quarry only to pause and stare a head at the one before her - her chase had brought her about five or so wolf lengths short of the other. Those eyes took a moment to peer over the older male. Placing the rabbit at her feet did that head tilt slightly to the right. “You appear to be lost.” Her words carried more meaning, something deeper if one only paid attention to the finer details.

“And in the dark, I hear your heart beat.”

Keillan



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Posted 02-12-2018, 02:56 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
still: peace. that was it. the word bloomed behind the dark of his eyes, and though he'd never quiet understood or known serenity he mustered that this must be it. not yet touched by dauntless aggression, or wakening valor. bloodsport had yet to touch this place, or at the very least, leave its mark as it had in the devil's ruin.

his musings would be interrupted, a voice lifted from beneath the grace of the swelling plateau. his eyes found their target, and his eyes slimmed in thought. he considered her words, and wordlessly could agree that it would seem as such. though, this bade no imparting and so the thought hung behind the clip of his teeth. he eyed the girl, dropping his gaze momentarily to note her quarry caught.

"though i wander, i'm never lost." he'd offer his platitude with a ghost of a grin. like smoke, a sliver to be exhaled. it hung there, not yet coaxed from the darkened coils of his lips.

perplexed still, by her observation of him. she gave little indication of being a kept being. she'd not bore the telling gem at her throat, carried no scent he could divine to be familiar. another stranger, in this strange province. he'd nod in greeting to Abelinda, as commanded by polite etiquette. although, it would not be the most accurate thing, speaking of keillan armagh as a gentleman. "do you know this place?"

he turned himself towards her, allowing his posture to find something of comfort with his hindquarters moving so that he may sit. he had no place to go, and had nothing to command a hastened departure. "keillan, you?"

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Posted 02-12-2018, 03:11 PM | This post was last modified: 02-12-2018, 03:13 PM by Abelinda
Abelinda
Rogue
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
0 ep
© Wyld
A huff of heated air escaped her lungs, only to allow for her quickened heart rate to slow in it's rapid beating. Granted it would take a few minutes for such a thing to happen, alas the rush of adrenaline was at a end. Nothing could be done about that, however chasing a rabbit every few days or nights allowed for that body to keep in shape; somewhat by running alone. Other training would have to be sought, but for now it would do. In silence that drifted between the two of them did that gaze peer over the male, taking in what she could see by the moon light alone; ears flicking in thought did Abelinda wonder just how much this one knew of the lands here, if anything.

Lowering that paw to pick up the rabbit, did the women move closer allowing the distance to be lessened for the ease of talking but also being mindful of a respectful distance between the two of them. Upon his words, just as she found a seat off to his left did the women set the rabbit down with a hum; did he know more then he was letting on or was it just a phrase of words? “Are you truly?” A curious question, for his words. Looking upon him then lifting that gaze to the sky. “I've heard tales of a distance land called Doutaini that is dominated by magic and their packs influenced by gods.” Aside from that alone, Abelinda couldn't say she knew much else. “Abelinda; a pleasure.” Shifting that gaze to him, did she wait to see what else he had to say. Her question had been asked and no more drived curiosity to ask another.

“And in the dark, I hear your heart beat.”

Keillan



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Posted 02-12-2018, 04:19 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
"truly," he'd affirm; this time, allowing a deeper curve of his smile to lift his lips. it was lopsided, and filled with the quiet mischief he'd had left in his youth. it came with charisma he'd thought forgotten. something innate and wonderful that could not be abandoned, try as he might. he watched her, as she turned her eyes skywards and his movements echoed hers. his ear bent then, to the statement and it pleased him in some queer way to know that he'd not been the first to be regaled with tails of this place and what transpired there. he thought it silly, even as in the throes of puphood. a place where the immortal dabbled in the lives of lesser beings. the games they must have played, for the sake of entertainment. he hummed first, in acknowledgement of the sordid tales she'd had been told. this gave him a moment of pause, mulling over the things he'd known of it. "i've been told the same." a plain remark, though with a measure of absolution. it was a place of greatness. that much he knew, that much his father could not hide from him. "a king there, i'd been told, fought against a great beast. transformed by such magic that he was no longer a wolf. but a cat. his claws, they say, were a deadly rake that nearly claimed the king's life. but the king overcame him, as though by divine will and took from the beast his throne." his voice settled, low as he'd impart this tale shared to him by his father. gracefully, the words came only to lift in inquisition. his brow lifted, in quick disbelief despite knowing it's truth. "could you imagine? magic like that."



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Posted 02-12-2018, 04:34 PM | This post was last modified: 02-12-2018, 04:34 PM by Abelinda
Abelinda
Rogue
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
0 ep
© Wyld
A hum was given at his affirm upon not being lost, a odd quirk about him but one she supposed suit him well. Having taken her seat did that gaze remain upon the sky, just how far would they reach, how far would they go to turn these lands upside down? What packs would they anger, or bring mindless joy to in the throws of battle? Alas such questions weren't answered nor given easily, at least not until such times crossed their paths however long away they maybe. Ears flicked at his words, it seemed the tales hadn't only spread to their lands but many outside of this place. A strange thing, for this place to be so well known for it's magic, gods, myth and tales. The land itself was something of a fairly tale by this day and age.

A scoff was given at his own story and that gaze turned to him. “Now, that sounds like a fairy tale all in it's own; truth or not it is something forbidding.” That much she could utter and yet at the same time. “I cannot say I enjoy the fact the gods influence the packs deeply as they're told to do so; immortals shouldn't dabble in mortal lives.” For it brought more strife, turmoil, sorrow to the masses then anything else. A wolf's nature couldn't be helped, they were born with tooth and claw, with ambition and desires a god would never be able to satisfy; that - one had to do themselves.

“And in the dark, I hear your heart beat.”

Keillan



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Posted 02-12-2018, 04:52 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
"i've nothing to gain in lying, do i?" he teased -- knowing quite well their acquaintance had to delve so far. but he took enjoyment from her reaction. it was quite the fantastical tale, and one he'd scarcely believed himself when first told. but, the ferocity of his father's candor led him to believe it could only be true. it happened again, after all. dresden herself uttered as much. a wolf who became a bear, who protected her kin at mortal risk. if explorers knew such things were possibles, would they come to doutaini?

Abelinda seemed to be aware of such truths. the conviction of her words suggested it. gods who interfered. his head shook softly, in opposition. he'd no weight in the argument, though could scarcely deny the desire to be the devil's advocate. with a knowing look, he'd press further.

"it's their playground, who are we to deny them? they created this place and have given wolves much." an exhale fled from him, a quiet and mirthless laugh.




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Posted 02-12-2018, 05:08 PM | This post was last modified: 02-12-2018, 05:09 PM by Abelinda
Abelinda
Rogue
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
0 ep
© Wyld
A shrug was given at his tease. “Perhaps to the young and foolish who have something to give.” No doubt, if he was of malice intent he could go around fooling young souls to his cause. Whatever cause that maybe in the end, was upon the male himself.

Those eyes blinked as while they turned to him, to study his face and peer into his eyes, searching for more, perhaps. “They merely give us the means for destruction that is beyond our usual means.” The women scoffed, as her gaze turned to the sky once more. “It makes me wonder if they ever had regretted their choice in giving such abilities to us mortals. We are creatures of habit; we cannot avoid fighting for long.” Her tones were light, perhaps not amused as his own were as a more serious note crept into them. Fighting, war; was not a topic she took lightly -- perhaps something to do with the generations of warrior's blood flowing through her veins.

“And in the dark, I hear your heart beat.”

Keillan



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Posted 02-12-2018, 05:25 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
the words edged, hers came with a clip and it was hard to discern the severity of it. the conversation, however, seemed enticing and he'd urge to divine further introspect from the girl. age had changed him, and he had the time to entertain mortal's folly. "Everyone was young and a fool at some point." although it'd been a long while since he was either. well, young at least.

her cynicism was familiar, echoing the sentiments of a wolf he'd both loved and respected. it made him smile, genuinely, in finding theon in the stranger. it's flavour long yearned for, something he no longer had the privilege in hearing from the old man. yet still, it beckoned them: this land and it's horrors. the tale of an uncle he'd never meet nearly meeting demise so young had stayed with keillan. theon's voice rose and quaked with such might and ache at the cruelty, and voracity of dark magic: it stayed with him. it poisoned the dream well and filled the heart with unease. she was right. keillan knew this. but did everyone else?

"which is likely why they'd given it to begin with. mortals must be quiet dull, generation after generation. it must add colour to the poison of ego, an added flavour to the cruelty of wolves." a certainty. this spoken far more seriously. he'd meet her eyes, daring her to argue with such a sentiment. his tongue lifted, moving to wet the ink of his lips for a moment in consideration. "would you accept it, then? should one of these packs come and offer it, would you take their magic?" an eye for an eye, what would her logic be? she spoke with disdain, and it intrigued him to know what justification Abelinda would offer in joining the immortals' games.




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Posted 02-12-2018, 05:48 PM |
Abelinda
Rogue
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
0 ep
© Wyld
“Those that weren't raised in the beck and call of war; yes I will agree upon that.” War didn't allow for fools. For fools died quickly upon the front lines or behind them, something the serpent had seen far too many times. It was clear the silver coated women next to him, didn't have the up bringing that most families endured. A bright and cheerful childhood free of any kind of strife and war, then again Abelinda couldn't say she'd prefer a different child hood over all. Being a addled brained she-wolf that had no idea of the conflict churning around her, was only a invitation for destruction and t end up on the short end of the stick; no one wanted to end up there.

“Tradition.” Pausing did Abelinda allow the word to hang in the air; “Is what the gods forego for giving us such powers, much less having such influence over us.” The old times of war, of strife, of fang and claw -- no powers, no gods, no intervention save for the souls that saw differently then another. Upon his question did that mind mull over the possible answers. “Ideally; no.” A pause given with a heavy sigh. “But if it meant safety for those of my kin, then so be it. But I won't play their silly games, follow the beat of their drum.” If she had the power to do so, well; “If I had the means, I would lessen their influence.” Weaken their hold upon those that held such powers, to allow them freedom within their own right. By taking their power, accepting their gift, one only chained themselves to another being; to bow down and swear to never defy them. But alas that was what they were meant to do; Defy the gods and bear their wrath -- for better or worse.

Keillan



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Posted 02-12-2018, 06:09 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
she'd revealed herself; in so many words, painted a grim portrait of things he'd not understand. he could not understand. there'd been no great warfare in his life, no dragons ought to be slain nor enemies to be smote. he was but a ranger, kept to the woodland refuges beyond society. he and his kin were of the quiet sort, without means or ambitions of influence over others. happily, they were travelers, nomads who sought greater sights than fallen rivals. theon had tasted grief far larger than keillan had, and saw to it that their peace would be sanctified. in hearing her words, their shaded meanings, he found himself grateful for the gifts provided by his humble existence.

and it was as he'd expected, a tool: to wield, as a final resort. not toted like a subtle trinket. not a game, nor something to be employed for entertainment. it was a blade, a shield. a means to stand on equal ground with those who'd like to see her undone. he nodded, not in agreement but quiet acknowledge of this sentiment. he himself avoided being seduced by those who governed over others. the kuro pits, as he'd come to know, were a place where such matters were discussed. he'd no affiliation with their packs, only the failing ties that were created by those who stood before him--legacies, he could not longer touch. as he understood it, their name carried no weight nor union to those who may linger. simply said, keillan had no friends within doutaini. not yet. he was seeking it, though in his own manner. not by whim, not by flimsy and forced platitudes by first light. his would to be earned. keillan would not be so foolishly to blindly bend a knee and pledge fealty.

and it stood as the same in worshiping their gods.

Abelinda bemused him, confounded by the might in her words. the tragic seriousness of what she'd edged upon. his smile slipped, though thoughtful and kind came his words.

"a mortal that would bend the influence of gods," a gentle sound escaped him. not so much a laugh, but a sound of thought. in all the years, it seemed unlikely that doutaini had seen such things. not this generation, he could gather. else, either of those who'd brought him here might have spoken of such feat. he knew little of the extent of their prowess and powers, only that they were given far more than those beyond it's borders. but could they, would they, be given such ability? to bend the gods themselves? unlikely. he knew nothing of their deities, but she intrigued him. that much he was certain. "i wager that'd be quite a sight."



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Posted 02-12-2018, 06:47 PM | This post was last modified: 02-12-2018, 06:47 PM by Abelinda
Abelinda
Rogue
Female, 3.25
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
0 ep
© Wyld
Perhaps a grim, bloodied portrait had been painted before his eyes, but alas it was a history Abelinda had been born into. It hadn't been by choice, then again did one ever truly choose their parents, their fate in this world when being born to a new family? No; one had to forge their own path, by any means necessary. If it was littered with fallen enemies or those that opposed; so be it. Many couldn't forge such a path, to gain their own freedom, have recognition among their peers, from their parents and siblings. Such was not something easily earned, one had to pay the price of blood; of giving and taking life.

An ear flicked at the males words, that head turning to face him once more as her gaze searched his face. “One must start somewhere; with the voice of many. Perhaps it can happen.” There was a hint of doubt, a doubt she would have to struggle with on her own, to fight and war on fronts that laid yet before her. Alas such talk was dark, heavy in it's weight yet the mood remained surprisingly; light. Something about Keillan was drawing, maybe his humor or deeper insights. “What brings you to these magical lands?” A curious question was quipped finally, with somewhat of an amused tone to follow.

“And in the dark, I hear your heart beat.”
Keillan



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Posted Yesterday, 05:38 PM |
Keillan
Rogue
Male, 5.00
Ectomorph
42 in, 110 lbs
0 ep
© dEE
WHO'S GONNA TELL YOU
"history." there was a finality to this, little else would be divulged try as any might. there was much behind the curtains of his mind and though he'd enjoyed her company, he'd little to tempt him to indulge. they were his, the reasons.

but history, at the very core, would be explanation enough he'd felt. he knew. history, that edged his teeth and tightened his lungs. a thing, of which, he'd been truly robbed of. but, history would be something he had to give. a legacy, he'd intend to build. to do what they did not: persevere. there was a reason he'd been asked to return, a purpose he'd intended to live up to. it was a simple enough goal: to make a life, to be happy.

keillan only needed to find where to begin.

"i've heard it repeats itself." jovial, he'd smile. an inward joke, though he'd care little if she found the punchline. a sound escaped him, a near inaudible laugh.

his weight leaned backward, and his toes pointed as he'd stretch his spine. he'd settle there, and though there was an urge to continue his exploration of doutaini, there was an easy temptation to remain upon the plateau, present company included in the rest. he'd glance at the strange, wild creature: so fervent, and glowing with new bravado. a refreshing rise of flame, billowed to life. the ardor on her tongue was intoxicating, amusing.

"i suspect you will be one to watch, Abelinda. you do not seem given to quiet life." not like keillan. there was electricity in her veins, in her eyes.



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