Posts by Árvakr

Árvakr watched amused as the feline started to stutter and go on answering the question. As soon as the words hit the ravens ears, he snickered and draped his left wing over his beak trying to hold back the giggles that threatened to burst out. He is just so adorable! No homo. Sucking in a breath of air, Árvakr retreated his wing back up against his side but that devilish smirk never left his face. Oh this is too good! I mean what a revelation! Now Osric has a thing for Cthulha? Dayum! Who knew?

Glancing at the wild dog he smirked "You can say that again" He chuckled. Should he spin the bottle again? Nah! He won't be impatient, so the raven waited for Osric or someone else to do it. I mean he gives good dares but let's see how the others will dare him. Maybe Cthulha will get her revenge.

OMG Everyone we are up on the Living Legends stuff! xD
We need to make this work and save the territory!
Posts, threads, challenges everything!

Save the Rogues!

And hold up!
Shouldn't we have to make 2500 posts cause we are a backboard clan? xD

(Words in italic is a memory)

This whole thing is just so annoying to Árvakr. I mean humans just walk up to their territory and start dumping trash, do they have no concern for the wildlife living in the forest, for the pollution that this would cause. The insomniac raven stood at the balcony of the castle, his tired chocolate eyes watching the piling trash. I mean sure the Rogues managed to scare them off but what's stopping them from coming in here with tanks, solders and what now. It's a real hassle!

With a sigh, the raven let his gaze wanted on to the distance. They did manage to clean up a piece of the trash by dumping it on the tribe of the Harvest Moon and Breeze Clan but it's still so much and Árvakr has little to no energy to spare. I mean his nightmares have been haunting him for weeks now and he hasn't had a decent nights rest, it's like there is a beast clawing at his head, pounding, screaming and for once in his long life, he feels lost and scared. He lets out another longer and deeper sigh as his shoulders relaxed, his head dipping lower and his sleepy eyes closed. What now? He has come at a crossroad. I mean the only reason he came back is cause of Kylin but now things are so much different, he ruined everything just like he ruins pretty much everything else important in his life. It's like he is a winged disaster.

Slowly opening his eyes he lifts his head and looks at the distance, at the gorgeous green fores surrounding the castle. It's late in the afternoon and Árvakr can hear the sounds of his fellow Rogues as they go about their business, even some screams, probably results from a prank. He can hear chirping, herds grazing and the wind blowing across the territory with a gentle caress. A soft, barely visible smile stretched across his beak. Spreading his wings, the raven leaped off the balcony and let the wind carry him upwards and forward. He gently glides on the air current while his wings lazily flap every once in a while. Ah, yes, flying always relaxes him, it's the feel of the wind on his face, the fresh air and the silence that envelop him like a warm mothers embrace. When he is up in the sky he feels like he is the last animal on earth, he is far away from his problems, from his troubles and his mind wanders to more happier days. However, lately, joy has become a rarity in his life he is unhappy and lonely but he won't show his true self to his fellow Rogues, no, he will not be a burden he will keep flashing them smiles, he will keep cooking, he will keep laughing, his mask won't falter.

Árvakr is not one to wallow in self pity but some days he feels drained of life and happiness. It's a good thing he has just joyful friends tho, like Cthulha. That truth or dare contest was sure entertaining and he could barely contain his giggles.

The raven flew higher and higher, his wings flapping faster and faster as he shot up in a straight line upwards. But what if the mask falls?! What if they find out?! They won't love him, they will reject him! Murderer! The words repeats again and again in his head, judging him. The ravens hear starts thumping stronger and his mind floods with anger, his wing muscles straining and reaching their breaking point as he keeps on climbing, far away from the ground, far away from them. He just wants to be free of these chains that weigh him down.

"It's your fault!"

A screech echoes in his mind and the raven starts to panic, his eyes widen and his breathing now coming out in short puffs of air. No, no, no! It can't be! He isn't even sleeping so how can this be?! Insanity starts to slip through his insomnia, reality starts to mash with fiction, is he dreaming? Or has he finally cracked?!

And then his muscles overload and shut down, his wings stop flapping refusing to obey his command out of exhaustion. In a a single second of stillness Árvakr shut his eyes and let gravity take over, his small bird body plummeting to earth. The wind harsh bashes against his back and his ears ring from the speed but he doesn't care, he is tired, old and bruised, to him everything is still. Kylin was right, he is a coward that runs away, he didn't love her he just desperately looked for someone to love him, for someone to care for him, cherish him as much as he cherished her Ah yes...he remembers her like the soft kiss that she used to give him, like the way she wrapped her wings around him, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she smelled and the way she tasted. He remembers it all and wishes more than anything to be with him now, to feel her gaze, to touch her feathers....

Tears start to pool around the corners of his eyes as he falls closer and closer towards the ground like a rock, no will, no energy to save himself from certain death. He deserves to die, he destroys everything he loves he doesn't deserve happiness and Kylin did the right thing, she doesn't need this hump of feathers.

"Elina"

He whispered while his heart screamed out. How can he continue living with what he has done? His mind instinctively teleports him back to the past, to a memory of him and her. She touches his cheek with her sleek black feather and he smiles, leaning in to it.

"I'll be waiting for you but don't take too long I want you to see your chicks hatch"

Her voice, like a singing Siren, so gentle and mesmerizing as he can't tear his eyes from her mesmerizing dark eyes.

"I won't. I'll be back in a blink of your beautiful eyes"

He smiles at her and nudges his beak in to her neck pulling out a giggle from her.

"Here"

She turns around and pulls out a brown leather necklace with a gorgeous emerald gem in the shape of a water droplet dangling on it. Putting the necklace over around his neck she smiles

"When you feel lonely know that I am always there for you, just hold on to the gem and think of me, I will come flying to your embrace" She paused before adding "I love you"

Árvakr's eyes shot open. The necklace! Looking at the ground, there are only a few feet between him and death. Quickly spreading his wings, the raven flaps them hard trying to negate the falling momentum and fly upwards, but he has fallen too much and gravity pulls him down where he meets the forest floor with a harsh thund the momentum sending him rolling a few feet away lifting a small cloud of dust from his fall. With a groan the raven blinked his eyes and slowly hauled himself up on to his two feet, he ignores the searing pain tearing away at his left flank, he ignores the warm blood leaking down from his head, his only though concentrated on one thing. The necklace.

Oh my, the poor feline will melt in to the ground. Deciding to pull away the attention from Osric, the raven gave the bottle another spin and asks "Truth or Dare?" To the unfortunate soul that the bottle has stopped at

WHOP He is a Artisan! Though Árvakr cares little for ranks but it's sometimes good to be noticed. Nodding his head the raven spread his wings and flew away, back in to the kitchen to resume his cooking

Árvakr chuckled slightly at the dragon and the tone he used. It didn't bother the raven. Looking up at the huge beast he tilted his head and hummed "Well...I thought about holding a barbecue and the cow is excellent for that. Though if you prefer your food raw then I guess I can't really stop you from eating it" He smirked cause let's be real, a raven can't stand up against a huge ass dragon!

Árvakr flapped his wings over to the meeting and landed in front of the wild dog. Looking up he tilted his head "Well...the cooking is doing good but I could use a extra set of paws cause that buffalo will be tricky to cook" He chuckled softly. He didn't mind working alone but it was more fun when you have a buddy in the kitchen...however, as of now no one but him showed interest in cooking.

I'm so stalking this 8)

Árvakr flew through the mansion with a friend ant in his beak. The raven is searching for someone and so he continued to fly down the halls and past the rooms until the african wild dog came in to his chocolate view...but wait! There is Kylin too! Oh yeah...the prank. With a devilish smile on his face, the raven flew past the leader slapping a gust of wind on her pelt before gently landing on the top of Cthulha's head, making sure that his talons don't grip too tightly "Hey...do you think that insect food would be good for the...you know what" he will dip his head so that the dog can see the fried ant that Árvakr is holding between his beak. He loves insects! so maybe if he fries them in oil and spices them up then maybe the other Rogues would like them? Árvakr brought it over to Cthulha and asked just in case cause he doesn't want to ruin the party by bringing insects and grossing out everyone.

(Whoa! Talk about psychopath xD Though I liked it, even if it made me slightly sick in the stomach...however that's probably cause I haven't eaten anything yet xD Interesting read and I'm starting to like Dorcha 8))

The raven flew high above the carnage, his chocolate eyes observing the scene for now and the numbers. Árvakr is a strategist and he won't just mindlessly attack someone without coming up with a battle plan first. So the raven circled above the blood soaked ground searching for a worthy opponent.

Fighting: Nobody (Open)

Threats, threats everywhere! The insomniac raven flew over to the scene and perched himself on a nearby vantage point so that he can observe the entire scene. With a small smile tugging away across his beak, the raven hummed "Sure we could burn it but it's more fun to dump it on another territory. Besides, the farmer tribe also got a taste of our trash so don't think that your Clan is so special" He chuckled and watched as the feline walked away with a shrug of his shoulders. Sheesh! Talk about grumpy.

Árvakr kept his sharp eyes on the ground at the fighting land animals. Well...it sure is great when you can fly, he is in no rush to dive and fight. Strategy is key here, it has kept him alive till now so that means that it's working. However, as he kept his eyes glued on the ground he didn't notice someone diving at him from above...not that he could see the invisible wolf cause he has no fancy powers that could tell him. Then, in a blink of an eye, searing pain tore through his left wing as large powerful jaws bit down almost breaking the bone. Árvakr let out a screech of pain and will quickly thrust his legs forward in an attempt to claw at the wolfs face and make him let go of his bleeding wing. He couldn't see his enemy but it doesn't take a genius to make out where the enemy is since he is biting him.

Fighting: Fargo
Health status: Left wing bitten

Árvakr spend the next day frantically searching for the necklace that his past love gave to him. It's a thin brown leather string with a emerald gem dangling from it in the shape of a water droplet. How could he have forgotten about it? Elina gave him that necklace years ago, before the Rogues, before the Clan life, before his travels! It feels like eons have passed since his life in the flock, some days he even struggles to remember her face. Determined to find it, the raven started to trash almost every room he came across. Tugging covers, tearing pillows, throwing books from the shelves and turning over chests he just continues on rummaging possibly making one huge mess on the top floors of the castle, but he doesn't care, he will ignore everyone he comes across only focusing on his search. As the day dragged on so did his patience "Where is it!?" He thought as he pushed over a chest, dresses and jewelry spewed from it and he stood over it in his panther form, wheezing and breathing heavy. This is it, this is the last chest he managed to find but it's not inside!

A low growl broke from his throat as he started to tear away at the beautiful dresses with his claws and teeth in frustration. "Dam it, dam it, dam it!" He kept repeating as his claws, with ease, made cloths of the gorgeous gowns. He didn't end there, as soon as there were no more dresses to tear he moved on to the furniture. In his much powerful panther body he started to throw chairs on the walls breaking them, he threw a nightstand out the window with a vicious snarl, his claws gutting out the bed and his teeth shredding the pillows. His bloodshot eyes then focused on the large wardrobe and he quickly leaped at it, using his front paws he pushes it down and the impact shook the floor. "Where is it, where is it, where is it?!" He yelled out in a growl as he clawed at the wardrobe, he even tried hitting it with fists making his knuckles bleed, he didn't care about the pain he only wanted to find out the necklace!

As his fury started to subdue so did his pounding. Breathing coming out in short puffs and feeling tired, he stopped clawing and just stood there in the middle of the trashed room. His dull chocolate observed the scene. Flowers scattered on the floor, feathers from the pillows all over the walls, rags and cloth dangling from the chandelier and the harsh wind blowing from the shattered window, it looks like a stampeding elephant has passed through the room. Letting out a sigh of defeat the panther slowly walked over to the window and as he did, his form started to shrink. The glossy black fur melted away and their place coal black feathers grew, his front paws elongated in to wings while his shoulders cracked to pull back and widen the chest area. A sharp slightly curved black beak pierced through the feline like maw, his fangs falling out. His hind legs reformed in to bird ones and his claws got replaced by longer and sharper talons. Now back in to his birth body, Árvakr spread his wings and leaped outside from the broken window, the wind quickly picking him up and carrying him forwards. He didn't have a destination in mind, he just let himself be carried by the current of the cool wind.

How could he lose it?! The necklace Elina gave him meant to him more than his life but now he is lost! How could he?! He remembers taking it and flying over to the flock of the village where he was supposed to make a peace negotiation between his flock and theirs...but... the alley cats interfered and all hell broke loose. He remembers fighting a black tabby but that's about it, he blacked out soon after that. Did he have the necklace when he woke up? Árvakr narrowed his eyes trying to remember but his mind couldn't focus on that small detail at all. Curse his stupid brain!

The raven headed deep in the forest, he didn't even try to fly above the trees, he went through the dense vegetation. Like a nimble dancer he twists and rolls past the trees, curling his wings tightly against his body to fly through a dense part before spreading them and continuing his reckless flying that can just as easy end up with a broken wing or two if he isn't careful. Flying through the dense forest he slowly makes his way to the only place on the territory that he knows he can get some alone time. A few moments later and the raven finds his spot. A lone ray of light manages to pierce the thick treetops of the forest shining down brightly on a large boulder in the shape of the crescent Moon, vines coil around the old worn out rock holding it tightly on the small mound of soil. Guarding the area are huge ancient trees that seem to form a circle around the stone, vines coiling around each tree as if hugging them together.

The raven manages to fly past the thick vines and he heads straight for the rock, perching himself in the crib like shaped space. Letting out a sigh, he folds his wings against his sides and dips his head "What do I do? The necklace is the only thing left of her and I can't find it!" He yells out the last part feeling the frustration rise again. Should he abandon the Rogues and go for a wild search? Should he return to the flock? Or is the necklace lost for good, never to be found, never to be loved? He left them once, and Kylin blew a gasket! However, things are different now, he has no connection to her and she has no connection to him so maybe if he leaves this time she wouldn't even notice. With a sigh, the raven lifts his head in the air to look at the small piece of the sky that is not completely covered by the vegetation. "What do I do?"

As soon as his wing was released the raven started to plummet to the ground. He frantically tried to flap his wings but since his left one was bitten and bleeding badly he couldn't move it much without having pain shoot up from it. Faced with a gruesome fate of death by splat, the raven decided to spread his wings far apart as much as possible to increase drag so that he doesn't fall too fast. Just, before he splats and dies he shuts his eyes tightly and starts shifting, from his birth raven body he quickly morphs in to a athletic and nimble black panther. Dropping on to his front legs he quickly coils in to a barrel roll so that he minimises the damage from the fall. However, the strain put on his left front leg only increased the pain and he let out a hiss. His leg is bitten at the wrist and bleeding quite badly...maybe Fargo managed to hit a major artery but Árvakr hopes that he didn't.

Quickly picking himself up, he looks above to try and spot his enemy but now in the thick of the battle he is more on guard, not used to being so close to the action without a battle plan.

Fighting: Fargo
Health status: Left wing (left front leg) bitten

The panther kept his ears on high alert but it looks like he is fighting a invisible enemy. Oh how Árvakr hates that power! I mean it's like cheating! Hur, dur, look at me I'm invisible you can't touch me unless you have super senses or heat vision. Seriously, it's so annoying when you have to fight all these over powered bastards! And here he is, only able to turn in a pathetic panther...so unfair. Clenching his jaw the panther looked towards the sky, and since he doesn't have any kind of power to see the invisible wolf...oh wait...didn't he slash the muzzle? Are wounds visible? Since blood will be dripping out of them.

Thinking a bit too much in to it, the panther was swept away from the ground as a powerful paw bashed against his head sending him flying with a harsh thud to the ground. Blood oozed from the corner of his right eyebrow, dripping down his cheek and chin. The panther hissed but quickly got up on his paws, careful not to put too much pressure on his left front leg. "Show yourself you coward! Step out of your invisibility and fight me with honor!" He growled out not knowing that his oponent is heading towards Kylin.

Fighting: Fargo
Health status Left wing (left front leg) bitten, open small wound on the corner of his right eyebrow.

Uh...Árvakr hates the water but he likes fish so you can see his dilemma here. Still, the insomniac raven swooped down and landed a bit farther away from the edge of the water and folded up his wings neatly up against his sides. Tilting a head at the fish Delaney has caught, he smiled slightly and hopped a bit closer to the edge "I think I'll just watch for now, but whatever fish you guys catch I'll be more than happy to cook" He nodded his head

Looks like we got another brave soul. A devilish smirk spread on the ravens beak as he heard the words "Dare" He thought that what happened to Cthulha nobody would say Dare to him ever again, but I guess some animals just think that they will have it easy. Tilting his head, Árvakr looked over at Kylin and grinned like a evil mastermind before saying in his croaky voice "Slap Kylin's ass like you are her pimp" He thought about giving the "Hug Kylin" task but this one is more entertaining.

Since I'm bad at tracking posts I decided to make 10 one-shots and gather a total of 1000 points for the BHR. For that I have come up with a story for Árvakr cause I need a story to write xD So far I managed to make 2, 1000 word one-shots but I plan on making much more 1000 word one-shots and possibly help out even if I'm not tracking any posts and whatnot xD In stead of having my one'shots all over the board I'm gonna post them in here. I might even posts some random one-snots as well, anything just to get to those 1000 points xD

Total points: 800

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Random 5000 word story

He has done it again, he has abandoned the Black Heart Rogues for the second time but right now he doesn't care about the punishment, the fact that he left his friends behind to go on a wild search for this necklace. No, all Árvakr cares about is closure. With wings outstretched and gliding on the air as he heads towards his old home, the city. It hasn't been that long since he went back, he's visited them when he went missing the first time which was a couple of months ago. For three days, he has traveled without a stop I mean he can't sleep anyways and food will only slow him down so what's the point? Better get there sooner before the Rogues find out that he is missing for a long period of time.

At the light of a new day the top of the skyscrapers shine brightly far in the distance signalizing that Árvakr's long journey will soon come to an end. As he flies closer, the vegetation starts to thin down, forests turn in to dry, charred land, the grass turns in to pavement and tall buildings rise from the ground like a testament of greatness. Ah, yes the city. For whatever reason, Árvakr prefers the city life more than the forest, it's like you are surrounded by awe and these human made contraptions blow away natures beauty in a instant. He finds the city more beautiful, more mesmerizing, even so than the Sun.

Flapping his wings, the raven enters the edge of the city, flying high above the humans and almost immediately the bustling epicentar of sound slams him like a slap to the face. Cars honking, vendors yelling, songs blasting, it's like a stampede of elephants have just run by leaving your ears ringing...however, to Árvakr it sounds like home. The concrete jungle is like a maze, but a maze that he knows by heart. With graceful movements he turns sharp corners, he whirls around skyscrapers, dodges streetlights and moves around as if he is the only living being around. Ah yes...it's good to be home.

As he makes his way downtown he flies above the busy streets heading towards the city park that is at the heart of the concrete jungle, protected by fences. After a few minutes, greenery finally starts to appear far in the distance and a small smile tugs at the corners of his beak. Flapping his tired wings the raven darts inside the park and heading like a bullet towards the flocks tree which is the oldest tree in the park and a tree his flock as owned for decades. However, as he flew closer and closer he sees in pure horror that the tree has been burned, it's once majestic branches full of life now charred and black, dead. There is nobody on the tree, not on the branches, not in the area, it's raven free. Shocked, Árvakr quickly lands on one of the dry branches and looks up "What happened here?" He hummed. It's really strange to see the tree alone without any flock members goofing around it. Did something happen while he was away?

Looking on the ground he spots one of the many rodents scurrying about the park and digging in the trash looking for something to eat. However, this rust colored rat is Ratatosk one of the flocks friends. Leaping off the branch Árvakr glides down next to the turned over trashcan "Ratatosk! Hey!"

The rat jumped surprised by the sudden voice and he quickly turned around to face the raven. A wide smile spread on his face "Árvakr! Ye almost gave me a heart attack!" The rust furred rat chuckled "I haven't seen ya in ages man! The flock got boring after yeh left"

The raven simply waved his wings in the air in a dismissive manner

"Yeah, yeah, say...why is Yggdrasil empty? Where are everyone?"

Ratatosk hummed and looked past the raven to look up at the barren tree "Oh...you haven't heard?"

"Heard what?"

Ratatosk scratched behind his ear in a uncomfortable manner as he brought his grey eyes to look up at the bird

"Well...the Vanir are back"

Árvakr's eyes widened in shock. The Vanir were supposed to be dead, gone from the city along with the years of fighting and bloodshed.

"Back? How back?! I thought Allsvinn banished them all from the city years ago"

"Yes, your brother did but last week they came back larger in number and...well...they set Yggdrasil on fire declaring war again."

Árvakr narrows his eyes in anger, huffing air out of his nostrils

"Where is the Flock now?"

"Last to my knowledge, your father moved them to the old abandoned school at the corner of 23'rd Breeta street"

With that, he wasted no more time and spread his wings but before he could fly away Ratatosk put a firm paw on to his shoulder.

"And be careful, Dain hasn't been himself ever since your mother died"

Árvakr simply nodded his head before leaping in the air, flapping his wings to gain height and speed. Why hasn't he been informed?! Isn't he still a part of the Flock? GAH! Árvakr feels so angry right now, more at his father than himself. Ever since he left his father has though of him as a weakling, a coward for abandoning the family and leaving them alone....but Árvakr couldn't help himself, the call of adventure pulled him stronger.

Concerned for his family he flew high and fast, turning around corners until finally the old abandoned school came in to view. It's a tall and wide building with windows shattered and paint pealed, it's the place the city junkies or homeless people used to hang around but human police has put up fences around it to keep the junkies out...however, birds can just enter from above and it's one of the many sights that the Flock controls.

Going up, he dives down and enters from the busted red roof but as soon as he goes in in the dim enclosed room something powerful slams up against his back throwing him off his flight. "Crap!" He franticly flaps his wings trying to regain his stability but the ground is closing in on him really fast. Left with nothing else to do, he closes his eyes and waits for impact.