splatter party | private for now

  • Ever since murdering that Exiler, Sal had been more or less forced to sort of lie low in the case that he'd get in trouble for taking things into his own paws. Typically, the hybrid was never so cautious about something as trivial as this, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to getting prematurely thrown out of the Painted Brigade until he's done all that he wanted to. He'd squandered his first chance with the Exiles by, obviously murdering one of their own, and the only other anti - clan in existence that he hasn't joined up with was the Sanguine Ruins. He wasn't as interested in them as he was the Painted Brigade, however.


    In any case, he wanted to be able to cause some trouble without ever getting in trouble -- and he supposed the Shadow Veil would be a lovely victim to pick from. He'd thoroughly washed off the scent of the Painted Brigade with his water elementals before rolling in a patch of lavender to ensure that the clan scent was all gone before venturing across the continent to the Whispering Pines. He remembers tearing into that Veiler boy like it was yesterday; his flesh had been succulent and sweet and a part of him wished to see the Siamese once again in order to tear another part of him off.


    However, Sal wasn't that lucky. He knew it was far more likely that he would meet someone else other than Junepaw, so whoever approached him would simply have to do for the moment.


    The pale furred hybrid would pause on the border, his thick tail flicking behind him as he wears a small smile upon his face. Ruby red eyes flickered about the vaguely familiar scenery, taking it all in, loving the thought of painting this place red all over with the blood of his enemies.


    - Orfhlaith Faelan

    ━━━━━━━ I'M YOUR SERVANT, MY IMMORTAL

    PALE AND PERFECT, SUCH UNHOLY HEAVING *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

    imperiouslove | pb : malachite ensign | info | penned by yakan

  • The Painted Brigade was something the mare knew little about, but enough to form an opinion on. Though all of what she knew about the Brigade had been second hand accounts (save for that one red paint balloon that had fallen on her head, the red stain she had only just managed to wash off; and that one tresspasser) she trusted the sources she heard from enough to fully believe their savage retellings. They seemed a clan of brutes, not quite so much as the Exiles but brutes and murderers and scum enough that she knew she didn't ever want to come across a Brigadier that was more malicious than the mere pranksters she had crossed so far.


    Unfortunately for her, she was naive, and far to trusting for a prey animal, with no fighting skills living in a clan that seemed on the brink of war. All those thoughts at the back of her head as she saw the stranger at their border, a soft smile coming to the equine's face as she trotted over to greet the newcomer. He had done a good job washing off the scent of the Brigade, as though her nose wasn't as sensitive as some of the other creatures who lived here, she knew what they smelled like, and the only scent she caught from the hybrid at the border was lavender, how lovely.


    "May a' have yer name an' business?" The Doneguese friesian would ask the question everyone seemed to at a stranger at the border, maybe he'd be joining? They'd had a rather large influx of joiners that week which was pleasing, the Veil had been lively and she hoped that it would continue. She was oblivious the the malicious intent of the creature in front of her, having no idea his main intention was to paint the Veil red with their members blood or to sink his teeth into her and her clanmate's flesh; the only thing the mare had observed was that he carried no scent of any enemy she could pick up, and that he was waiting patiently at the border, which only brought joiner or ambassador to ind, instead of murderer and enemy.

    "Speech."



    she rules her life like a fine skylark —— tags.

    *:・゚✦ TOO SHY TO RISE

    TOO PROUD TO LOSE *:・゚✦

    — órfhlaith faelan | shadow veil | spiritcaller student | penned by KnivesInSpace —

  • Orfhlaith would not be the only poor, naive soul he would have tricked with his kindly and charming demeanor. Despite his dangerous appearance, he looked quite the opposite, with how sweet his smiles were and how his eyes glittered like jewels. Hidden within their depths was a creature truly damnable, someone who would gleefully watch as someone's life faded before his very eyes. He was probably among the worst kind of anti - clanner, the ones who looked completely normal and could flip the switch as soon as he was given an opportunity, or found any sort of weakness. Like Junepaw, Orfhlaith had that weakness of being absurdly trusting towards strangers. Unlike that apprentice, Orfhlaith didn't seem to care much as she carelessly wandered up to him, blissfully unaware, so ignorant of the danger that lurked right beneath her nose.


    He keeps his sinister thoughts right where they should be - in his head - as he looked up towards the equine, a smile gracing his features. She repeats the same mantra he's heard countless times already, could they truly not come up with an more interesting way of asking the same question? He supposed not, if they weren't the kind for small talk. Either way, he wouldn't keep her long - he'd rather speed up this process as well, as his face in particular was known to that of Ver Million and the boy he'd disarmed a few months ago. He would rather not bump into them until much later. "Oh, the name's Sal." He responds in a chipper - like attitude, his odd tail swishing to and fro behind him. "I'm trying to get down to the ocean in Delos and, the only way to get there quick is to cut through these pines."


    "I know some of these clans linger around this area, and I didn't want to cause any trouble by trying to slip through, so would you mind escorting me through to the other side of your borders?" A simple request for a " traveler " such as himself. It likely made sense, as he was some kind of aquatic hybrid just from the mutations he had on him. Hopefully this woman would take the bait he'd laid out for her.

    ━━━━━━━ I'M YOUR SERVANT, MY IMMORTAL

    PALE AND PERFECT, SUCH UNHOLY HEAVING *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

    imperiouslove | pb : malachite ensign | info | penned by yakan

  • Her naïveté with her natural mistrust of predators was rather paradoxical, though she was lulled into a false sense of security with her size and his charm. She had felt no reason to distrust the hybrid when he asked for an escort through the pines, the brief thought that technically he could go around the territory passed through her mind, but she was not insensitive to the fact that it a was much longer, and seemingly unnecessary route to take when his option was available to him, he did say the quick way after all. And with no markers visible to her that she was in danger, she couldn't see any reason to refuse.


    "Aye a'm sure a' can do that for ye." The mare gave a nod and turned on her heels to face inwards to the territory. "Well nice to meet ye Sal, a'm Órfhlaith and a'll be yer guide for today." She gave a jovial grin to him ready to set off into the pines whenever she saw he was willing to follow. The pines were a long and thin stretch of forestry, not so much as the Sundran Jungle but enough for her to feel comfortable enough to take Sal through quick enough that she shouldn't plague Ver or Riptide with such small requests right?


    And with these quick words and movements she had taken the bait, hook line and sinker. "[colors=#007fff]The pines can get pretty dark so ye should stick close to me so ye don't get lost, and so a' know yer not off to set the camp on fire or murder the clan or somet'in'." Her words were meant in jest as hers usually were, and she paid them no second thought once they escaped her mouth; she had only paid heed to the fact that those who were unused to the dark often had to have time to adjust before they could move easily through, or at least she did when she first came. With her standing ready to go she set her focus on the easiest way through rather than if she should be double checking with one of the higher ups.

    "[/color]Speech."



    she rules her life like a fine skylark —— tags.

    *:・゚✦ TOO SHY TO RISE

    TOO PROUD TO LOSE *:・゚✦

    — órfhlaith faelan | shadow veil | spiritcaller student | penned by KnivesInSpace —

  • It was almost too hard to believe that the equine had granted him what he wanted without so much as a moment's hesitation. She was much too good, too pure of heart -- her naivety palpable as she looked upon him, and saw little to nothing wrong with how shark his teeth were or how large he was. She even willingly turns her back on him, trusting him so much that she'd let her guard down immediately, thinking he was really a stranger trying to get to the oceans off of the Cartel's peninsula.


    He doesn't feel too bad about what he was going to do to her though. No, remorse was an emotion that eluded the creature. In his eyes, the Spiritcaller Student needed this wake up call, this important lesson in life to never trust yourself with a stranger such as him.


    Sal begins to walk after her when she does, stepping further into the territory, keeping pace with her through long, swift strides. She begins speaking once more, making small - talk that would evidently mean nothing to him at the end of the day. He keeps up with the charade of a kindly man, however, admitting with a quiet laugh, "The darkness doesn't bother me much. I originally come from the deepest parts of the ocean. It's pitch black down there." How ironic her words were. "So a' know yer not off to set the camp on fire or murder the clan or some'in." He intended to do that very same thing at some point, but definitely not now. Perhaps when he amassed enough power to completely and utterly crush the forest - dwellers. "You're funny, y'know?" He purrs with a grin, "I almost feel bad."


    With those words, his facade drops as he whips to the side in a flash aiming to wrap his powerful jaws around Orfhlaith's leg. If he succeeded, he'd pull it out from under her, hoping to trip her up and send her sprawling across the ground.


    - sorry for the late response! ; w ;

    ━━━━━━━ I'M YOUR SERVANT, MY IMMORTAL

    PALE AND PERFECT, SUCH UNHOLY HEAVING *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

    imperiouslove | pb : malachite ensign | info | penned by yakan

  • All her life had been dedicated to running from his kind, predators to be exact. Herd life was in some ways more brutal than clan life, just as much as it was less. Joining the Veil had been a significant turning point in the young mare's life. From running from even the slightest hint at a predator species to living with the, befriending them. If a year ago she would have been told she'd lived with, hell even been friends with, wolves, felines, and hell even wolves as tall as her; she'd have called them mad. It had taken a good while for Órfhlaith to begin to trust her clanmates to just not eat her, now she trusted them to help defend her and her new home, certainly a change from a life of purely equines and the only reason to hurt others being food or authority.


    It seemed that built up trust had extended too far. The mare was naturally friendly sure, but it would soon come to her that she had gone above and beyond in her effort to see her predator friends as more than threats to her life. Sal would soon prove that, the moment she decided not to call over Ver or Riptide, or even Junepaw or Adara, had been a severe mistake, and learning curve for the future for the being so new to Clan politics and relations. The shark hybrid would certainly be a wake up call, she was a healer, she was no fighter, and all her clanmates knew it. While some (ironically enough to her) seemed intimidated by her size, and hooves, she had no idea how to use them, except to tend to wounds and illnesses.


    She'd heard his reasoning for not being intimidated by the clan's dark as she gave a laughing snort, she did't feel it appropriate to say but the deep dark areas of water scared her like no other, she couldn't swim, and it even went so far as to her developing Hydrophobia, and maybe it was lucky she didn't. She gave a short laugh to his next statement, drawing a short laugh out of the mercurial equine as she mistook his unfelt apology for polite acknowledgment of her help. "Ah t'ank ye, a' try, but really it's no problem at a-" Her sentence was cut short by sharp teeth around her ankle, just above her hoof, as she reared up in surprise with a loud whinnying screech; her added height making her fall all the harder as she landed hard on her shoulder, enough to bruise but not damage the bone as she kicked out with her hind hooves. hoping to hit him with his mouth so near, as she attempted to pull herself around so she could lash out with all four legs before attempting to scramble up to her feet once more. "Ye bastard." Was all the mare exclaimed as the healer attempted to get her bearings about her.


    //It's ok! My responses are usually much slower so you have nothing to worry about! :D

    "Speech."



    she rules her life like a fine skylark —— tags.

    *:・゚✦ TOO SHY TO RISE

    TOO PROUD TO LOSE *:・゚✦

    — órfhlaith faelan | shadow veil | spiritcaller student | penned by KnivesInSpace —