☣Survivors || Clan of the Wastes || Roleplay Thread||☣

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  • Survivors || Clan of the Wastes || Plot Thread



    Death stared at the murky sky with watchful eyes, their neon green

    glow piercing the clouds as he waited. He did not see a Radiation
    storm yet, but these things always appeared when least expected.
    He lifted himself off of the creaky old bed and pushed past
    the door, traveling down the steps to check on those
    he watched over. He waved his paws to pull forth a
    book, from almost non-existence, to examine the supplies
    that they had.


    "I need to speak to Nordanna about restocking..." A stray
    comment, a quiet murmur, from the canine's lips. "I'd better see
    how Crimson's herb stores are doing too..."


    The old pen was used to mark what was most needed,
    and what could wait. Food and med-packs, any herbs
    Crimson required, maybe they could chase the Ghouls
    out of the nearby Supermarket and use it to
    gather some food and fresh water...


    "Lord Death, can I help with gathering?" The young
    mind-reader pawed over, looking up at the larger canine,
    who huffed. "Maybe the Supermarket attack?"


    "You are too young to take on Ghouls, kid." A rather
    flat statement, as he closed the book. "Your
    powers can only do telepathy and weak telekenisis."


    "Yeah...but Ghouls are stupid, I'd just need Babs
    to fly me somewhere high, give me some rocks,
    and I can pelt them."


    "Ghouls are climbers, Blizzard. You'd be dead in a
    few minutes."


    "Ugh. What can I do then?"


    "Run along and see who wants you to help them,
    I need to organize a raid."


  • The tall figure of a king cheetah could be seen through the window of the mansion, gazing fervently into the murky waters of the outdoor fountain. Queenie quite liked to spend her time outside, when there was nothing better for her to do. It gave her a chance to ensure the safety of her fellow Clanmates, as perimeter sweeps were something she tended to do often, even when it wasn't necessary. Death had found them a relatively safe place to call home, but as secure as it was, danger was almost always too close for comfort. With a half-stretch, the female gave the area one last thorough look, before heading back inside. Hopefully the others were still doing okay. The door swung open with ease as she pushed against it with her head, an eerie creakkk traveling through the house.


    (c) advo

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    Crimson could be found in the cellar, her red eyes flickering over the meager amount of herbs they had. A deep sigh was pulled from her body, as she closed her eyes to try and stop the restless spirits from bothering her in her head. But their whispers were always there - no matter what. Speaking of death, destruction, the fear of the nuclear storms. The snow leopard's rounded ears flattened against her head, and she tried to focus on the task at hand - trying to grow the herbs in the dirt. But with all of the radiation poisoning, it was hard. Which was why she was trying to create a way to get plants to grow again, without the fear of them dying.


    August was out in the courtyard by the pond, playing with his powers. It had been so long, yet he was still not fully comprehending what he could do. Create real creatures from the radiation that was inside of him, the kind of creatures that couldn't really get hurt or die. If something attacked one, it would disperse, of course, but August was able to create it again. They did about as much damage as physical beings did. Just a bit less, however. But, he wasn't capable of doing it for a long time. August wasn't aware of he nosebleed he had, but he was aware of the headache that was starting to form. Dammit, why couldn't I have gotten the power to do everything without consequences? He thought to himself. But there were always consequences, no matter what. Crimson had the ones where the spirits disturbed her sleep, and she was often seen tired and lagging, and August wasn't able to do things for long periods of time.

  • Blizzard flicked her fluffy tail, slinking
    off to find something to do. Maybe she
    could go scavenging, Two-Leg ruins always
    had interesting things, shiny objects,
    toys, books. Maybe she could
    put a false reason of her
    exploration.


    Descending into the Cellar, she found
    the Healer at work, as always. She stood
    tall, smiling. "Greetings, Crimson! Do
    you need any help gathering herbs?"

  • [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 300px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]It took Crimson a moment to realize that there was someone, other than a spirit, down in the cellars with her. Turning to look at Blizzard, with her red eyes wide and full of confusion, she didn't realize what Blizzard had said. Then, her eyes cleared and she shook her head to get rid of her befuddlement. "Ah, hello dear," she murmured, flicking her long, thick tail behind her. Then, realizing what Blizzard had said, she nodded. "Yes, please. That would be good."

  • Good, she had a reason to leave now.
    "Are there specific locations where
    I can find herbs, or should
    I just look anywhere I can?" Blizzard
    had asked, tilting her head to the side.


    Her idea was human gardens, even if
    they are tainted and corrupted. She'd
    have to try.

  • [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 300px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]Sighing quietly at Blizzard's question, she thought about places she usually found herbs, that hopefully wouldn't be gone by now. "Maybe try at the decrepit house near here. I saw a batch of new leaves sprouting there, and I'm hoping they won't all be gone or dead by now." Honestly, though, if they were gone or dead she wouldn't be very surprised - that happened with a lot of the plants that weren't used to the radiation in the air.

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    The long legged female raced through the trees, her heart pumping within her chest as she ran, her legs beginning to ache. The female slowed slightly into a jog as she finally reached the familiar fountain, she trotted through the murky water of the pond and headed towards the old door. She halted before the door and dipped her head to two creatures she only just seemed to notice, one practicing his powers beside the pond and the other standing beside the door, her slender body allowed for her to walk easily passed the larger female and through the door. Nordanna glanced around the spacious area, frowning for a moment as she spotted no one, her black paws took her towards the stairs but she halted quickly as a familiar scent wafted by her nose and the female turned, following the direction it lead to. The maned wolf gave a small smile as she spotted the body of her leader, she lowered her head in respect and stepped forward to stand at his side, her eyes scanning the book he had been looking at and she gave a small sigh. "I'll see who I can find to take on a raiding party, there's still a few buildings we have yet to scavenge from". Nordanna spoke in a calm tone but her heart was racing, she hated exploring unknown places, there was no knowing what was on the other side, but those were the times she thanked the power the radiation gave her.


    The large python slithered out from beneath the large bed, she lifted her head to glance at the other bed occupying the room but found no one, she squinted her light blue eyes before slithering out the door. Savanni headed towards the stairs, finding her way up to the railing, she began to slither down to the slower floor, intent on finding something to keep her occupied.


    The silver and white fox sprinted through the kitchen once more, skidding to a halt before he rammed into the wall, he turned and continued running throughout the large mansion. He didn't know why he was so full of energy but it felt refreshing, it was hard for Larchen to tell the difference between night and day thanks to the radiation so it was rare moments like this where he felt energetic. The fox slid across the floor boards and groaned as his body collided with an old couch, he lay beside it for a moment, his sides heaving before he picked up his head with a toothy grin, that was awesome!

  • She nodded, trotting back up the stairs and right
    out the door. Finally. Blizzard slipped through the old,
    rusty gates and onto the ruined path, heading
    towards the old residencies.


    A little grin of pride spread across
    her face as she discovered the broken
    out windows of a home, jumping onto the
    ledge to sneak inside. Her paws touched
    an old, worn stove, once used to
    cook two-leg food, as Death had
    told her. They used a Gas stove to
    kill any viruses in the meat they
    consumed.


    What lay inside the house, she wondered?





    Death let out a tired sigh, closing the book
    and pushing it back into it's own pocket
    dimension. "That's good, I've been getting
    uncomfortable with those Ghouls lately...
    They already tried to sneak onto our
    estate a week ago."


    Ghouls. Many were once human, failed
    to escape the Radiation, the explosion, but not killed.
    They are tainted, ruined, unrecognizable fiends
    of boiled flesh and bone, not too far
    from the infamous "Zombie"s of human
    literature, though they don't eat brains.
    They mainly cannibalize the flesh of those
    they don't know, not always killing
    things when they consume. Putting them down,
    would be a greater course of action.

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    The tall female gave a small shudder at the mention of the.....creatures, she had once been grabbed from behind by their disfigured hands but she had escaped with no wounds yet it still haunted her every night. Nordanna tilted her head for a moment as she studied Death with curious eyes, "There won't be a second time". She spoke boldly and she meant each word, there was no way she allow the Ghouls to reach one of her clan members, they were her family and she would do anything for them, even if it meant going against the vile creatures. Nordanna dipped her head to the male before exiting the room silently, she entered the foyer and lifted her head high, "Warriors, Scouts gather around". She called loudly but kept her voice lowered enough so that those outside of the gates couldn't hear her, she needed to set up a raiding party, maybe even two.


    The serpent lifted her head as a familiar voice rang throughout the mansion, she gave a small sigh before following the voice, leading her to the foyer. Savanni slithered closer then stopped, her blue eyes curious as she studied the Maned Wolf, she had forgotten how many different species resided in the mansion. The python waited patiently for everyone to gather, she had concluded that they would be either going on a patrol or for a raid, though it was most likely the latter as Nordanna had called all warriors and scouts.


    His head quickly shot up at the voice, he sat up and let the words register before he got to his paws, he quickly dashed to the foyer and halted beside the only serpent the mansion housed. Larchen was excited to be going out, thats what he had gathered from the serious look on Nordanna's face, though he seemed to calm down. Larchen knew about the dangers outside the gates of the mansion and rarely left, but it was his job to help on raids and he would do so to feed his clan members until his very last breath.

  • There were so few, but it would have to do. Hopefully,
    with their blessings, and his...No, he would not
    reveal his abilities yet, not all of it, at least.
    But summoning items he had gathered,
    perhaps that would be enough.



    They were all gathered, most of them
    at least. Those who failed to attend,
    would be filled in on their mission.



    "You remember the Ghoul attack last week,
    yes? How we lost a few of our Clan,
    to their clutches? It's about time we wiped them out."



    He was standing on the top of the steps,
    pacing as he began his instructions,
    the eerie glow of green piercing from
    the deer skull over his head, as he focused
    on the creatures below.



    "We are in need of the supplies
    in the Supermarket they lurk in.
    Either we strike now, or sit by until they
    decide we look like a fitting meal again."


  • Queenie perked her ears as Nordanna's call rang through the mansion, and made her way through the halls. Upon reaching the foyer, she padded forward to stand beside Savanni, gazing up the stairs at her leader. She watched him intently as he informed everyone of their mission, but couldn't quite help the small shiver that crawled its way up her spine. Ghouls were monstrous things... Could they really wipe them out with such ease? They were deadly on their own, but were quite the formidable foe in a large group. Though she was skeptical about this plan, the warrior did not dare voice her thoughts. Perhaps it would prove fruitful, and she wasn't going to bring down the spirits of her Clanmates based on unease and skepticism. Rather, the cheetah gave a firm nod in response to the proposal.



    (c) advo

  • flicking an ear a large canine turned her head upon hearing a familiar call, glancing down at the small bundle between her paws she nudged him but he didn't stir. sighing the timber wolf rose to her paws, picking up the small kitten she had claimed as hers and made her way into the large room. taking a seat near a somewhat large feline. burya dipped her head to rekichka before setting the kitten down, once again nudging him awake "what is it burya?" he squeaked, pale orbs blinking open as he sat between her paws "avery" burya started, capturing his attention "I have something I must tend to, why don't you go see crimson" she said softly before turning her attention back to the cheetah as she begin to address them.


    shaking out his dappled pelt rekichka was silent as he watched the others gather around, pale orbs shifting from one creature to the next as they filed into the room. his attention shifted as burya settled next to him, carrying her so-called "pup". clicking his tongue he turned away from the timber wolf and kitten as they spoke to one another why would she want something so small? he questioned himself, tail curling around his paws.


    letting out a few soft hoots, a small black and white dappled owl swooped into the room, clutching a frog she had just recently caught. dropping it with the rest of the food babs took note of how little there was, black orbs growing darker with worry. coming to rest on the window behind the group her head tilted, watching the cheetah as she waited to speak.


    avery was silent for a moment before dipping his head towards burya "okay" the small kitten muttered as he rose to his paws flicking his slim tail the black and white healer apprentice cautiously made his way from the room, careful not to step on anyone's paws or tail. once in the hall he parted his maw, drawing in the scents around him as he tried to locate his mentor's scent, a soft growl rose in his throat as faint whispers reached his ears. ignoring the sound the blind tom continued his trek down the hall.

  • [center][fancypost=background:transparent; min-height: 40px; width: 300px; line-height: 14px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;]August, hearing the call of Nordanna as well, pulled the radioactive energy back into his body and made his way towards the door. Settling next to Burya, he dipped his head to her before listening to Death. He remembered the Ghoul attack, all too well. Two of them had ganged up on him, one of them had scratched him on his side with its long nails, and if it hadn't been for one of the NPC's, who had tragically died of injuries, he could've been killed. The Champion was just glad that Crimson had taken care of him before the wounds he had been inflicted with had gotten worse, either by infection or by the skin surrounding them dying slowly because of the radiation in the air.


    Crimson watched Blizzard go, before turning back to the herbs that had grown. Her eyes clouded over with worry - what if she was not able to heal anybody, with the few herbs they had? The Ghouls were sure to attack again soon, if Death and Nordanna didn't try to attack them first... Little did she know, that was exactly what they were planing on doing. She would've spoke out against it, had she known.


    The spirits came back, whispering in her ears. She flattened them against her head, before one of them very sharply tugged on a strand of fur. She growled and whipped around to glare at it. The spirits didn't normally touch her, but a few did so they could get her attention. This spirit mouthed a few words, before dispersing into thin air. She deciphered what it had said, before realizing that it said her apprentice was coming.


    Very slowly, Crimson made her way up the stairs of the cellar towards the hall where Avery was walking. "Avery," she called.

  • "I know what those of you gathered may be thinking.
    How can we take on Ghouls? They're sickening,
    merciless, they have a habit of eating things alive.
    You should remember our blessings; the ones
    that you gained through survival."




    "August, with his Radiation formed life-forms.
    Savanni and [i]Rekichka, with venomous bites.[/i]
    Queenie, the power of flame.
    Myself."


    "Even those of us without mutations, can
    stand against Ghouls, if you are fast, and brutal,
    about combat."


    Death stopped pacing, looking down upon his
    Clan.
    "We will survive, as we always have."

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    Nordanna listened silently as Death spoke, turning her gaze to her clan-members as he finished addressing them, she could see the skeptical looks and stepped forward, her head lifted high as she glanced to each member individually. "Death is right, we will survive this, a lot of us, hell all of us, have been through worse than the times we face right now, we will fight to protect our clan-mates and stand up for what we've built, we will win as long as we stand together". The maned wolf dipped her head as a smile replaced her frown, she was confident about her clan-mates and was sure of their strength. Nordanna turned to glance at her leader, lowering her head respectfully before stepping down, she felt she had said everything she needed to and so she stood to the side, her eyes focusing on each different species, she was trying to work out who would go in group one and who in group two, she wanted both groups to be evenly matched and able to fend for themselves.


    The large python lifted her head and hissed loudly, though it wasn't out of aggravation, it was out of strength and pride for her clan-mates, she knew they could beat the ghouls. Savanni listened intently as Nordanna spoke, feeling the need to flash her fangs in a show of confidence, the large fangs dripped with venom before she closed her mouth. Savanni turned to glance at Rekichka, she knew they wouldn't be in this battle side by side as both had the venom needed for both groups, she wished him luck silently and turned back to focus on Death, wondering if he would say anymore.


    Larchen listened silently through both the high rankings speeches, the scout was uncomfortable with the idea of going into battle with the Ghouls but he wouldn't back out if it risked the life of his clan-mates. The white and grey fox sat comfortably though his fluffy tail thumped the ground, he was ready to fight but nothing scared him more than the horrific beasts. Larchen quickly glanced to his side at his fellow scout and sent her a small nod, he knew it would be up to the scouts to venture ahead and find a way in and wished to send his companion a hope of good luck.

  • "I will give you time to prepare. When we gather
    again, it will be to start the raid."


    With this final statement, he started down the stairs.


    "Babs, I would appreciate assistance in scouting.
    An avian will not have to deal with the threat
    of ghouls."

  • avery's head shot up upon hearing his name being called, tilting it as he tried to recall who the voice belonged to. after many minutes of silence the young tom jump, scrambling forward as he finally realized who it belonged to "hello crimson" he greeted, hoping he was facing the large feline and not turned from her. shuffling his paws he looked up at what he hoped was her face "what did you have planned for today?" he inqured, large ears flicking assound of paws shuffling reached them the meeting us be over he though before turning his attention back to the Healer.


    babs let out a hoot, expressing her anticipation. fluttering her feathers the sooty owl bobbed her head "sure thing Lord Death" she replied, claws gripping the edge of the stone she rested on "and what of larchen?" she question, head swiveling to face the smaller(?) creature "surely you would need both scouts....right" she added, large orbs never leaving larchen.

  • "For his safety, I'd prefer we use an arial scout.
    Ghouls can't reach you in the sky, Babs, and
    we will require that if we are to know their exact
    numbers."

    Death let out a weary sigh, pawing at the worn collar
    around his neck. "You are our best option, Babs."