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  • TAGS // "YOU BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME" --


    Had she not tried? All this time she spent struggling, swallowing down the raging fire that wanted to pour from her soul and consume everything that surrounded her. Push away the memories that desperately wanting to crop up in her mind, threatening her sanity. Try and be someone who she thought she couldn't be, someone that she could be proud of. She couldn't even say if she had been making progress, but whether or not she had made anything of herself didn't matter now. Everything was falling apart.


    For a week, Icilia had not left the Law's den. Npcs had been ordered to bring her food, leaving the corpses before the entrance only to be dragged in once they had left. No one knew what was wrong, nor did she ever try to say. In the privacy of her den, the direwolf's hot breath stifled the air, the heat of her flames burning the group that she laid upon. If anyone could see her, they would see how the wound on her neck bled. One crimson blood had turned into a bright gold, one of the many changes that were ripping through her body.


    Damia, no Ninnia's, bite had done it. Deadly streams of venom injected into her blood that coursed through her veins. It was enough to kill, but for some reason Damia's venom hadn't killed her. But what it was doing felt so much worse. Icilia knew what was happening, knew that she was shifting into something. She just hated to think about it, hated to assume that she was losing control of herself when there was still so much that she needed to do. She wanted to just push it away in hopes that it would stop, but as time wore on, her fever got worse. It was time to leave.


    She winced pushing out of the Law's den, her eyes having grown used to the darkness she shrouded herself in. Like a switch being flicked, her nerves alighted, body contorting as her bones suddenly shifted within her flesh. Gritting her teeth, she forced her limbs towards the camp's entrance and exit, ignoring the concerned voices of those that surrounded her. "Leave me be," she spat as one npc drew to close, her voice growing deeper and harsher. Her bones were breaking, body shifting into something she didn't know.


    "Don't fucking follow me. Forget about me." Fire blossomed at her paws, a jet black abyss against the snowy white the covered the land. It rose and spread, creating a barrier between her and anyone who would try to intervene. It did not seek to destroy camp though, only serving as a divide that allowed Icilia to painfully walk away, far enough that no one could follow her. Soon, the flames quelled, billows of smoke rising into the sky to reveal that Icilia had gone.


    //Hey everyone. I know it might be sudden, but after my prolonged inactivity, and some in real life reasons, I've decided that it would be best for me to leave Feral Front. I may return in the future, I may not. Only time can tell at this point. I'm truly sorry for leaving on such short notice, and for everyone I had planned plots with, I apologize as well. I didn't expect for this to be happening, but it's the best for me right now. I hope everyone continues doing well, and thank you all for the experience of roleplaying here with the Hellraisers <3


    Icilia is not dead, should I ever decide to return again, but she has disappeared. After being bitten by Damia, the leopard's poison sparked a transformation within her that awakened shapeshifting abilities. Icilia's power, however, is incredibly unstable as well as causing her own fire elemental to become unstable once more, so she has left for the safety of the clan in order not to hurt anyone.


    speech

    YOU CAN WEAR THE CROWN

    BUT YOU'RE NO PRINCESS

    icilia β€” direwolf β€” hellraisers law β€” tags β€” hellraisers guide

  • β™‘Please allow meβ™‘

    β™‘to introduce myself...β™‘

    β˜†Just call me Luciferβ˜†



    Lucy was chancing upon the Law's den. She merely wanted to check up on her friend Icilia, whom she hadn't seen in a while. Between visiting other clans and the Law's lack of calling meetings, she hadn't seen Icilia leave her den. "Cilia, dear, you alr-" she began, backpedaling as Icilia came out, unnaturally angry. "Icy! A-are you..?!" She stammered, clearing the way for Icilia to leave as she grunted out simple instructions. First Lucantine, then Venus, now Icy... even Corey and that psycho Beleth... Lucifer remained quiet as the thing that was Icilia stormed off, fire singeing her fur and bathing the onlookers with an unbearable heat before snuffing itself and revealing one Law missing. Lucifer grumbled as she turned around to look at the now-empty den of the Law.

    "Well... shit."


    Speech


    OOC::


    β—‡Pleased to meet you, hope you'll guess my nameβ—‡

    β—‡But what's puzzling you is the nature of my gameβ—‡

    ||played by Spudbob||


    All you Sinners stand up and sing

    HALLELUJAH

  • "Icilia, wait!" The wolfdog cries out. However, it's too late and Icilia is too far gone. Twisted felt defeated at that point. Icilia had been one of her first friends that she made when she joined the Hellraisers after her endless search for a home. Icilia had even been someone that Twisted could call a best friend and someone that she might have repressed certain feelings for in the past. She'd helped Icilia just as much as Icilia helped her to grow and develop. Watching her walk away was like a bullet to her chest. She trudges to a stop, knowing better than to chase after Icilia. Icilia would probably beat the shit out of her if she tried. She looks to Lucy, a grim look in her face. "Well, what do we do now?"

    ☽

    I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE, I WANNA BE YOU

    twistedtongue fallout β˜† exalted of hellraisers & firebrand of exiles β˜† wolfdog β˜† saviour x fourthwall

    PENNED BY DREAVYN, ART BY MY BEST FRIEND @GRESEA | tags

  • β™‘Please allow meβ™‘

    β™‘to introduce myself...β™‘

    β˜†Just call me Luciferβ˜†



    Lucy turned to face Twisted with an incredulous look. "Y-you're aski-?" She began, before hesitating, and clearing her throat. "Of course you're asking me," she corrected with confidence. She was the best qualified and longest-tenured member. Of course they would ask her. "Firstly, we'll have to decide a new leader. We... didn't really have a Judge to take over for Cilia." Her speech slowed as realization dawnwd on her. This was her chance. She could lead the Hellraisers. She could... what, exactly? Never leave this either freezing or unbearably wet and rank swamp, all for the allure of power? No, they needed her. "And then we'll need to start divying up tasks again," she continued, finding a groove. "It's become far too lax around here to get shit done."


    Speech


    OOC::


    β—‡Pleased to meet you, hope you'll guess my nameβ—‡

    β—‡But what's puzzling you is the nature of my gameβ—‡

    ||played by Spudbob||


    All you Sinners stand up and sing

    HALLELUJAH

  • "Sounds like your problem." States the wolfdog with a snort. She says it sarcastically, but she shrugs her shoulders. "Look, even though I'm part of The Circle, I'm gonna be honest, I don't want to lead. Why don't you take it up? As long as you still let me be the Exalted." She chirps with a chuckle.

    ☽

    I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE, I WANNA BE YOU

    twistedtongue fallout β˜† exalted of hellraisers & firebrand of exiles β˜† wolfdog β˜† saviour x fourthwall

    PENNED BY DREAVYN, ART BY MY BEST FRIEND @GRESEA | tags