Posts by RADIOACTIVE

Truth be told he didn't think he would be here again. Not within the canyon and certainly not within the prison walls he used to call home. It brought back so much nostalgia that be felt as if everything was rushing at him all in one go. Yet he was quiet as he traveled the path that he had walked before and to Cory's room no less. He witnessed the stares and some were hostile while other's were not so much. It didn't bother him because he understood where his position was. This was a dangerous endeavor and if Cory wanted to he could take full advantage of this and take him as a hostage. Fighting tooth and claw would hardly be an option when he was steeped in the enemies territory like this. As he came to settle upon the thin carpet he just nodded to his words. "No, I get it. We all have to do what we have to do." Rather he was happy or not to see him was not the most important thing. Although it would make the angelhound feel bette about the situation. Taking a deep breath the canine tried to relax so that he could talk about the situation.

"It was one of our guards. He was watching him when he was attacked and killed. It was a tiger named Art I believe. He has a long tribe name but I can't be assed to remember it right now. Although really it is no fault of his own considering the circumstances." The fact that the Coven had decided to keep him at all was on them and that was the reason why the guy was dead now.

He was iffy on the Cartel now a days even if he used to be an Underboss here at one time. He didn't like their drug practices or their host divisions. Amaranthine hadn't wanted them to be selling drugs to them or any of their host services so that would be a good point in understanding that now. It wasn't a practice that was highly praised anyway and the canine made his way over, holding his injured wing tightly against his side. He did, however, want something to drink and like Drusilla he was curious of the exchange rate in which he was selling his wares. "So long as drugs and your host services are out of the picture I think we will be good." He began smoothly. A tired edge to his voice even as he sat down and curled his thick tail around his paws. Lightly he lifted his head up and pondered on what he could actually get as he didn't really collect anything that could be considered currency. "I'd like a good drink too. Maybe something not too strong though."

The sound of Drusilla's allowed his mind to focuse on something else at least and not now he was feeling about his current situation. He felt for lack of better words, disconnected. Like something had become unhinged and he sighed a little before shrugging his shoulders at her question. Frankly he felt as if he would be fine but only time would tell. He didn't feel bad or anything, just that his throat felt off. Rough and raw. "I feel fine. Just pain here and there, especially my wing." It was hard to not move his wing when he wanted to move around and it showed slightly when he shifted his body then to turn to look at the basket she laid down. A wince flicked across his face but he was examining the food Dru had brought. "Thanks..." He spoke calmly even though he didn't touch anything for a moment. Another moment passed before he plucked up a berry and plopped it in his mouth. It tasted so bland to him but he chewed it up and swallowed anyway. Dissatisfied with it. Yet he glanced at Mik when the other came in and he gave a smile toward him.

"Same. It was a miracle I made not out of there." Or he would like to think it was Naleren's blessing. Regardless he focused then on Haneul as they came in and asked a question as well. "Just primarily lackluster. Restless I guess. But I can't do much till I heal up."

A compliment both? Hmm, sounded kind of forced to him but he supposed that it could help to boost the mood. Especially after Spiritline's sudden departure from leadership. A mischievous smile spread over the angelhound's features as he made his way toward the booth, glancing ar Slyvi before he turned to look at Mik again. He was sure to get some kind of kick out of this as he flopped down in front of the booth. Almost lounging as he relaxed from doing his other tasks. It was good especially when he was trying to work still while injured. "So what do you got for me, big fella?" He couldn't help the humor that washed over his tone as he gave Mik a teasing smirk.

-- gore, deer deaths

The reek of dead animal flesh was well into the air by the beginning of the coming sun. Light illuminating something that had happened in the middle of the darkened night. Storm clouds had gathered on the horizon and some overcasting the sun, spilling shafts of light onto the islands forested region. As one walked deeper into the woods the smell grew stronger, some trees were slightly pushed over, branches broken. And even deeper still the first deer carcass was found. Mangled with deep cuts that spilled out guts onto the ground. Neck torn into and left there to rot. There was more devastation as one walked further along finding many more of these corpses of deer and some in a slaughtered pile. Most didn't have heads anymore and some seemed to have just been played with in odd fashions of being torn apart. Yet what was rather odd was how clean it could be described as being. There was hardly any blood. Save for what had managed to splash upon the ground. The forest itself had gone quiet long ago, unnaturally so and the silence seemed heavy. Tension filled and oppressive even as the wind swept across the scene.

Well, he had certainly never tried to build himself his own living space. He was pretty sure that most of the structures he had ever lived were already constructed and that most were because of humans. But he had to say that it was rather creative yet it was...flimsy. It probably wouldn't last long and he was a bit intrigued as to why the new comer had decided to make his hut all the way out here on the edge of the island. The angelhound made his way over, careful to keep his broke wing against his side. Much of his bandages had been removed and now only the scars remained of what had happened to him. His fur would likely grow back but it would most likely take a while before that happened. He still looked like a broken man but at least he was getting his footing back after the attack. His eyes flicked over to look at Mulder, a sudden possessiveness suddenly taking hold and he moved to stand near the maned wolf looking kitsune. Nosing him gently he would then turn his gaze to the stranger. "Well, this looks pretty good honestly. I've never tried to build something like this. I'm more into small projects. I'm Barghest by the way." It was true what his mate had said about Shimmer Lake. That was where they lived and it tended to turn anything that touched its waters into a glowstick.

Had no one heard what the guy had just said in reply to Mik's question? The angelhound found a frown on his muzzle. Dragging his sharp teeth across his tongue as he allowed himself a moment to think on that answer. It sounded a bit odd to answer back with that and not simply a name that no one would really know. With quiet steps he approached to also look at the paintings, not seeing anyone he recognized but the same guy was in all of them. Seemed like an obsession to him and he make a soft taking noise as he stepped back. "Soooo, why is he dead?" He didn't want to pry but he found it odd to just day that with such a neutral tone like that. Was the guy hiding something? The councilman gave mostly everyone the benefit of the doubt and he sat down to look away from the paintings then and at the guy then. He didn't give his own name either which he was curious about as well but he tried to shrug it off as something....just not necessary in the grand scheme of things. "The artwork is impressive though. Maybe you could give me a lesson in how to do it."

Why was definitely one of his own questions to this situation. Why fill a boat with water when it was necessary for travel? People used those and he was not certain that it was..the right way to go about it. But at the same time they had a lot of boats anyway and it wasn't like it would damage the things. However they worked he still hadn't figured it out but it had to be something that was in tune with the magic that kept these islands floating. Stepping over the angelhound would give a wry smile upon his maw as he dipped his head to Vanillasoda'a return. Still remembering when the guy had flirted with him upon joining. Frankly he looked less than appealing now with his scarred over wound and still healing broken wing. "Welcome back, long time no see Van. And hey you got promoted not too long ago." If he remembered the meeting correctly. He turned the to look at the boat filled with water and pushed himself into it before suddenly tearing his up and aiming to splash all three of them with the liquid.

Enthusiast? Well he was sure that this guy was nothing like how Mulder could get with his supernatural alien searching. Although he found that to be a charming trait of the kitsune. Yet sometimes it could get a bit frustrating with his he went on and on about it. Yet he knew better than to squish his hobby because at some point aliens did exist. They were on Earth and he had seen them himself. They had once had a whole different planet they could go to that was only accessible by portals and well, it had been something else when he had lived on earth. Flicking his thick tail he would walk over to the pair, keeping his broken wing pressed tightly against his side as he looked at the book curious if what he was reading. Once upon a time he had had books. Most of it had been medicinal and where he had learned much of what he knew today. To day that he enjoyed reading books though was a different story. He didn't like sitting down in one place for too long and he felt he had things he was supposed to be doing. Books were just not part of his daily schedule. Regardless he tilted his head slightly as he looked away from the book and to Mason. "What are you reading about? I don't have a lot of books myself but let me tell you, Mulder here has flooded our cottage with them." Although some had gotten ruined when the cottage actually got flooded unfortunately.

Currently with his injuries it would keep him from being able to spar but that wouldn't stop him for watching and if he had to give some kind of instructions to what was going wrong. After all he had a lot of experience when it came to battling, especially when it came to times of war. There had been a lot of times where he had to lead attacks and call strategic retreats when necessary but he tried his hardest not to lose anyone if he could. His eyes fixed on Mik first as he took the opportunity to go ahead and start with his first strike at his mate. He wanted to protect Mulder but he knew that Mulder was growing and wanted to learn how to defend himself. But it would always pain him to watch his mate come to some kind of harm. The angelhound moved off to the side and he settled down to fold himself, letting out a grunt of pain as he shifted his wing, bandages tugging against healing skin and flesh. A rough sigh left him before he turned his gaze back to the battle that was unfolding before him. Hopefully others would join in and test their skills in case they ran into trouble in the future. After all they had a near fight with the veil not too long ago so there was no telling what the future could hold for them.

''Babe, I'm okay. I promise.'' But he did appreciate the fact that his mate had come here to watch over him. It made him feel better about his predicament honestly and he didn't want something else to happen. His tail curled lightly to wrap around Mulder before he looked at his other groupmates, thinking of the tasks that he was about to give out. '' MIKHALITSYN. I want you to create a winter wonderland and host a snowball fight for everyone to take part in. ARTEMY no one is going to hit you, I promise. A task is just a small job that is beneficial for everyone in some way. I'd be happy if you could create a community garden for the purpose of keeping medicinal herbs readily available for the infirmary to use. Haneul you can hold a lesson on any subject that you like, rather it be dancing or learning something of interest. aphrodite s. k. would you like to visit and ally and host a tea party. You can also bring other Coveners with you and make it a better time. TEMPEST . I'd like you to take out a border patrol and just check on the Ruins to see if they are alright after their Red God scandal. vanillasoda !! We have a beach and seaglass likes to wash up there can you collect some of that stuff and make necklaces or bracelets out of them please. Hand them out or you can craft them along with everyone else.''

slapping in barghesttt

He was curious as to why their alliance still stood? They hadn't heard much from the Drowned Empire since the alliance had been made and he wasn't the type to enjoy the idea of a group clinging to them. Still he supposed that perhaps it was a good idea to have them. Maybe. He wasn't sure yet just like he wasn't sure that having the Cartel was a good idea either. Flexing three wings since one was broken the Councilman dipped his head in greeting. He agreed with Mik that Spiritline was definitely around here somewhere and he settled down before allowing an easy smile to appear across his muzzle. "It is good to know that you guys are doing well. I hope we start seeing more of you guys and can hold an event between the both of us." Promoting interactions was a good thing. He wanted to see how their culture was as well.

The large canine fluttered down from the island, a bit clumsily than normal. But only working two wings was odd for him in a sense. He was always well coordinated with all four and he stumbled upon his landing, kicking up a bunch of sand that sprayed the air. He tried to correct himself and shook his body out before giving a sheepish smile toward the group. Well, sometimes shit happened like that and he moved on to take a look at the seaglass that the other was working on. He loved to do arts and crafts and at one point he used to carve ice into various shapes. But that had been back in Shadowclan, when they had lived in a colder climate and within Nordic ventures. He hadn't exactly mastered that craft but he had started in something that he enjoyed more. That was whittling. Slowly chipping off wood into shapes of different objects was soothing for the older canine. And it helped to relax his muscles and not worry about so many things at one time. Now though, with seaglass he remembered the times he used to collect the stuff but he had never really did anything with it.

Tilting his head he would brush his paw against the collection of them before he looked to Van with a question on his maw. "Do you have a bracelet that is all purple or all yellow?" He'd like to give one to Mulder if he could and they liked to wear each others colors sometimes. "These look amazing by the way. How long did some of these take you?"

He was healed, well as best he was going to be healed and he figured that he might as well try to get himself back into the game so to speak. There were some things that he was finding himself slower to do since he had to wait a while to recuperate. Slow reflexes in a fight would surely get him nowhere and that was where his mate would come into play here. He had asked him a couple of days ago if he would like a one on one spar with him. A simple warm up first before they got serious. It wouldn't or rather shouldn't get too serious and so he had asked him to meet him in a small clearing on the main island. He had set up a ring of rocks, a large circular area so that they had a good amount of wiggle room for large or even quick maneuvers. The sun was already high in the sky as the angelhound made it to the circle, the sun barely warming the earth. This altitude always made things cold and he shook his body. Taking a deep breath in he would step into the ring and begin to do some stretches.

Tentatively flexing his formerly broken wing to see if it was okay. Dragging his tongue across his teeth slowly, a glint sharpening his gaze. Alright, time to get serious and he moved along the side of the circle, awaiting the appearance of the graceful kitsune.

Blinking slowly the canine would raise his head from where he had been sleeping. Partially acknowledging that Mulder was saying something. He squinted a bit at the whole idea that this was something important, sleeping dragging at him and wanting him to return to the void. But as he closed his eyes a bit he would hear his name suddenly be called out in tangent with that of Nova's and he forced himself to raise up. Tilting his head a bit in confusion. Ah, he guessed this was important but he had missed the reason that this was going on. So without much thought the beast would stand up and make his way after Nova, finding his path to the side of Shimmer Lake that they were supposed to use. Though everything became clear that this was the blind date set up with the picnic came into view. Wow. Well Mulder certainly put a lot of work into this and he sat down with a light grunt. A grin pulled across his alabaster features as the angelic like canine dipped his head to the other. "Well, fancy seeing you here Nov. How have you been doing?" His eyes flicked to the candle that was between them but he was very much intrigued of this event.

FadingNova Break.

-- mentions of blood and dismembered tiger

He had never been this terrified in his life and even perhaps of himself. Time lost, unknowing of what had happened before he had woken up to find his own teeth buried deeply into the torn open throat of some tiger that smelled thickly of blood and nothing else. The melanistic wild feline had been torn in half it appeared and he too was covered in the deceased own vital fluids. He felt as if he was going to be sick, stomach churning and he bit back the want to throw up whatever he felt churning in his stomach. Instead he stared with wide eyes at the scene. He wasn't close to the main island, perhaps on the second since twilight dusted the area and yet he also felt dimly content as if something in the back of his mind had been satisfied. Swallowing thickly the canine could taste the sweetness on his tongue and his eyes stayed glued to the corpse till he forced himself to look away. What the fuck had he done? Did he kill this tiger and if so what the hell for? He couldn't remember anything beyond going to sleep beside Mulder that night and frankly perhaps he didn't want to.

Making up his mind he forced himself not to think, not to let his terror overwhelm him and instead he dragged the two halves of the corpse and promptly shoved them over the side of the island where they plummeted to the forest below. Forget. He just wanted to forget whatever it was that had ge had just woken up to. The fine tremor in his legs finally breaking into hard shakes as he leaned up harshly against a tree. Even the smell of the blood on himself was enough to make him feel moderately soothed and that was odd. Blood was not something that was pleasant and he shook his head, muzzle thickly covered in red. The lake. He needed the lake and he began to walk there to get this off of him. Something to distract him and not even caring he splashed right into the water.

The canine hadn't even realized that anyone was near him, too busy trying to get the blood out of his feathers and out off his chest fur. He breathed in sharply and jolted when he heard Drusilla's voice. Whipping around to turn and look at her although his gaze remained oddly calm. He forced his breathing to slow as he looked the melanistic woman before his gaze suddenly darted over to look at Jim. He so desperately wanted to tell her what was going on, but even he didn't know what was happening to him. But he knew it was something. He remember another instance of waking up with blood on him and it had smelled like the blood of deer. Yet here he had his teeth sunk into the throat of a torn in half tiger. A frown covered his maw and he lifted a paw to wash the blood from it, dying the water even more pink with the liquid that didn't even belong to him. Yes, he wanted to but he didn't at least he couldn't not in front of a stranger that he had no trust in yet.

The guy hadn't even given his name and he fixed his gaze from him and back to Dru. "It's nothing. Just a hunt that got messy is all." He spoke the lie softly as he finished cleaning as much of the blood from his body that he could get to. The lake had started to make his fur and feathers begin to glow so he stepped out of the lake, dripping and still partially shaking. He just didn't want to think about it. So he didn't and instead shook himself. "I'm not hurt. It's not my blood." His blood was golden because of this body.

Strange, they said he was acting strange and for good reason. Especially when he kept waking up with blood on him and not knowing what the hell was happening to him. He was struggling to understand what was happening to him when he went to sleep at night and he was unsure if it was something dangerous. Well, it was most likely the case if he was out killing things. Yet he forced himself not to think too heavily on such a thing like that and instead he found himself wandering over to the meeting. Eyes blurry and trying to stay open as he didn't want to fall asleep right now. Last night he had not slept, afraid something would happen and he planned to tell Mulder and Dru that he was unsettled by the circumstances. Sitting down he would curl his tail around his body, releasing a soft yawn that pulls from deep in his lungs before he snaps his jaws shut. Now he just needed to stay focused on what Aphrodite was saying and he listened intently. The welcomes he gave a smile towards, those that were staying with them he truly did appreciate. Pulling his ears forward he nodded his head to what she said based on the demotions and warnings. Some they hadn't seen in quite some time while others he supposed just needed a bit of a pick me up. The councilman closed his eyes for a bit and he realized after a moment that the promotions were coming up.

So he for ready to say his congratulations to those that received them. Though when his name was called to become the new perihelion he was silent for a long while. Eyes of the sea blinking a couple times to make sure he was not sleeping. He didn't think that he was on account of everything that was happening but he felt his head give a soft nod. "Ah, thanks Aphrodite." She had seen something in him to give him this chance and hopefully he would do right by her. Now he had even more of a reason to figure out what was going on with him right now. "Congratulations to you guys who got promoted. You guys deserve it." He spoke up then as he dipped his head to the gathered group and frankly he hoped that they were okay with him becoming deputy. He knew he would do what he could for the Coven. Playing the game was never easy as he had learned from past experiences.

He did take note of the divisions being moved around and he nodded. Finding it to be a good idea to have one that was more based on interactions. It also reminded him to make his meeting at the stone cabin he had designated for Mars. There was a lot to do and he merely shook his head toward if he had anything he needed to say during the meeting. "Nothing really. The Mars Division meeting will be up soon so if anyone wants to join up you are free come and sit in."

When they had found her as injured as he was he had had to keep his distance. Distraught that at the mere presence of her blood that oozed from wounds that needed to be looked at, dragged a almost visceral reaction from him. His muzzle had curled and he had to trap a growl from leaving his throat. Feeling his esophagus suddenly become a blistering pain and the want for it was such a sharp tug that he had pulled himself back. Unable to help her he had ran to get help for her instead because he couldn't do it. There as something wrong with him and the conclusion that he was coming to as terrifying to it's core. Still, he wouldn't just leave her to die and he had found a way to get someone to help her despite his own shortcomings. Now that he was getting better himself, and flexing the stiffen bones of a once broken wing he was moving around and had noticed the bandaged figure of the woman. He tried not to focus on the red tint that was showing through one of her bandages but his eyes kept moving to it. Tongue flexing against sharp teeth before he drew in a deep breath and approached. ''Hey, it's good to see you up and at 'em. How are you feeling since the whole...well you know.'' He felt a smile try to form on his maw but he also noticed he was holding his breath, as if he couldn't breathe in the scent of blood that was most likely lingering.