Posts by Ver Million

It's silent here but wasn't it always, the Haven had seen better days but she's sure they've seen worse to from the Ruins paying them a visit to the usual slowness of life here which frankly she enjoyed. Especially when her emotions and entire body felt so frayed as of late, she wondered if it was best if she left the Haven be until things cooled down but opted out of finding a part of herself selfish attached to the quiet meadow. The least she could do was help out by doing the everyday chores around camp and right now she was going to do the Tasks once again to give everybody some direction as to what exactly to do for the coming days up until something new happened for better or worse. The wolfdog would make her way onto the shepherds stone before letting out a series of barks to gain the attention of those lounging in camp before verbalizing any true words.

”I'm holding weekly tasks! If you want one hurry on over!” she'd announce simply.

Ver had eaten a quail once her twice but had never seen anyone keep or breed them for food or even pet purposes, seeing Windwaker shepherding more quails then she'd seen in her entire life was something and it's impossible for her not to approach to get a better look at the small birds and their assumed owner. Selune had gotten to him first asking essentially what she was going to do in a far more direct way. She'd look over to her and then back at the birds before deciding to open her own maw, her head titling slightly to the side as she spoke ”I didn't know you took care of birds” many of the Haven did from her Raven and Hawk to Lemon's flock of chickens and of course Grasstuft's Eggbert.

”When did you get these guys?” she would add in.

Carmenere wasn't always a monster and if anyone knew that it was her mother the one who still was able to relay the memories of the past of a laughing little girl who tried her best to hide her smiles beneath her prim paws in a act to try and look proper. She wishes she could only remember her in that way as just a little girl before she was a murderer but now all she can think about when she thinks of Carmenere is all the blood, so needlessly sprayed as well as her own cowardice to do what needed to be done. There is no changing the past, no erasing the mistakes written into ones skin and reflected in ones eyes, she would need to live on because that's what she promised to do as long as there were people who needed her. It does bother her to see the iridescent pelt of her granddaughter here, the memory still to fresh to not hurt but it doesn't make her snarl or spit - she doesn't want to send her away because she hadn't seen her grandchildren in so long. She wishes she'd been better towards them, wishes she could've looked at Whiskey without feeling her chest scar light with pain, wishes she could've been there to soothe their and Vodka's wounds when they'd been hurts, wishes she'd been there to stop Alabaster before they aligned themselves with the worst people imaginable. The only one she'd tried with was Brandy - Champagne however was no exception to her litter while she'd done her best while they were little she still could've done more.

She wishes she'd been able to step in to turn her away from going to the Cartel but she tries to take solace in the fact she hears she's doing well (even if Asimov's words were mocking and full of shit) and that she's here looking for her rather then spitting on her name for failing her. She would make her way over passing Nissr woofing a simple ”That's me” at least she didn't say grandmother nor her actual name which was a good sign. Her tail would was behind her and she'd reach out attempting to lay her paw on the young womans head to ruffle her fur affectionately ”I'm glad to see you're doing okay Champagne, really” she wishes she was anywhere else but at least there she had Whiskey and there was safety in numbers. She was less worrisome then Bloodpoppy.

”Has the Cartel been treating you well? That leader is a ass kid but has anyone else given you trouble?” of course she assumes he had, that's all that man was in her eyes.

Ver expected to fight the Ruins eventually, it was impossible for them to keep their paws off the Veilers impossible for to retain her tense peace with them when there was so much on the lines so many months of bitter hatreds muzzled by shared loyalty. That was gone now and replaced with a need to tear into the people who'd hurt her family and now a innocent little boy who wouldn't harm a fly. Why anyone would lay their paws on Nissr is beyond her, it was a new type of malformed evil to go after any innocents like him and it's him she focuses on completely unaware of what else dwells in the darkness of the Ruins prison cell. Unaware of the beating of her pregnant daughter the blind need for vengeance she felt. She would sit besides Ambrose her tail curling close to them as if to comfort when they didn't need nor ask for any. Her eyes however would linger on Ulla.

She'd dip her head ”Lets rain hell on them” she 'd bark it's her type of affirmation that she was going.

There's something wrong. Something very very wrong the minute she steps onto the battle field as if she's missing something integral rather it be someone to fight besides or something different something she can't put her paw on. What is going on, why is there so many Solarians where is Sangria among them? They all seem to be swarming the prisons and she feels like she's swallowing cement that solidified in her throat before it can fall into her stomach. She tries to look past it, ignore the trepidation and worry that resides within her that suddenly had replaced the confidence and even eagerness to work out her stress by beating into her former clanmates. She wants to say it's because she hasn't been here like this, only having visited Bloodpoppy on the border and before that she could hardly remember the whirl of things that happened the day Nadine died. She doesn't want to remember.

She rushes forward sniffing the air and uncomfortably looking around - just outside the prisons she spots her son tangling with Evangeline and she fels a need to defend her but she also remembers the modem of respect she'd given her and of course she trusts her son enough to understand what he was doing. He wouldn't be killed which left the woman close by to be her opponent. Yet she feels she'd rather ask her what the fuck was wrong and why was her heart beating so hard rather then fighting her right off the bat but she pushes it aside with more resistance then she'd like to admit. She rushes at her attempting to barrel into Constellationdreamer L. hoping to score her teeth around one of the tigers forelegs at the same time if possible.

Every strained word that left her daughters throat strained against her, furthered her own guilt damning her for her lack of action and reminding her just how easily she could've lost her like she lost Nadine. How easily she could've lost any of them in a matter of seconds just because she'd given mercy to someone who didn't deserve it, just because she couldn't get the eyes of a fearful child staring up at their mother out of her eyes. Fuck this. Fuck this. FUCK THIS! One paw would massage her temples dull claws pricking against the fur on her head and scratching against the skin that lay beneath it. He grandchildren are okay, Sangria isn't but she will be but Carmenere? No she wouldn't be and she didn't deserve it never had and yet the thought of burying her eldest still horrifies her. Of course she's guilty why would anyone argue, why would she? She'd known the very minute the news hit her ears when she was told of her wifes death that Carmenere was guilty. She wishes she could call it mothers tuition but it was far to cruel for that, perhaps that's why she labels it with such a name.

Sh sighs as Arya speaks head shaking ”No, she had kids with Marigold” she doesn't know why, what made him do such a thing and why the fuck did Carmenere come after him why couldn't she have left the Kingdom alone why couldn't she have just ran away like she did before off into the unknown instead of damning herself to a fate she could've avoided a fate Ver couldn't give her. But then her fur bristles and her muzzle curls teeth showing for just a second before she remember that it's only Arya. ”I know! It's not that easy” she snaps more frustrated at herself then Arya, her paw still massages into her head claws gritting against the skin clawing against it threatening to leave a wound. ”She's still my daughter I couldn't just...” she takes a breath ”Sorry” it's worthless her apologies wouldn't bring back Nadine or fix Sangria's neck.

”I can't do it myself, i'm so sorry. Whatever you decide to do Sangria i'll stand by it but I can't kill her” they never asked her to but it was her duty as a mother to protect them, she'd killed, tortured and maimed so many for doing so much less but Carmenere she was allowed to go when she'd taken almost her entire life away from her. ”I'm sorry”

Ver was a warrior not a strategist, sure she led charges but she'd always dragged her paws when it came to the planning part of those battles always believing it was best to be quick on her feet rather then relying on some strategy that was bound to fail. That attitude of hers made her hard to deal with for many leaders, and hard to stomach when it came to things outside of war her death being one of those things. She had tried to think through her idea of faking her death but time hadn't allotted her any sanctuary to do that, she'd faked her death and hadn't had the chance to make sure it was clear that it was faked. Hadn't even known that she could've done that, she hadn't been in the right state of mind before she'd been gutted and was even worse for wear after the fact. If she could find a way to make it easier for them she would've but at the time she didn't have any ideas, she just knew she needed to heal needed to live another day rather then truly die before she could tell the people she loved that she never mean't to leave them and that she never would.

It was sheer luck that her plan had worked, that there was no war to be fought and that no one had been to hurt physically from her 'death' but that didn't erase the pain it caused and Arya had taught her what it mean't to tiptoe around to take mind of her words before spitting them out like jokes. She wanted to forget about how she suffered how they all suffered but she knew better then to erase the past from those who wanted to hold onto it. As much as she wished she could say it was nothing that she'd walked off from it like it'd just been a punch on the muzzle it hadn't been for anyone. And of course not for Calina.

She laughs almost sheepishly at the Shadowkeepers words from the starting gruff response to the following question that she knew the answer of. ”Talking about the weather seems fun, it's a nice day” she jokes when she shouldn't again, forgetting what she's learned but she hopes Calina doesn't take it seriously and evidently she must not of as she goes on. her ears fall flat at that, she knows she would've and maybe apart f her wanted her to just so she could finish that lion off once and for all and to never deal with him again but that's her own fight not Calina's even if it'd be easier for both of them if she left the task to the lupurca. ”I'm surprised he even admitted it, i'm sorry I put you in a pretty shitty spot but i'm glad you didn't shed your own blood for me” she'd woof before making a rather off joke that doesn't make her smirk or even laugh hell it even sounds painful ”Lion claws hurt like hell” she can still feel where his claws went it pushing close to her stomach lining as they passed through her flesh. She still remembers looking down at her body and seeing the sea of crimson leaking out of her in waves.

"How'd dealing with the Coven go? How much shit did Bastard-ghest give you?”

Ver had always tried to mimic the purrs of her lovers though her canine throat seemed incapable of doing such a noise it always sounded like a growl so she'd forever be envious of them in her own adoring way. It's impossible for her to take her eyes of her girlfriend as she stirs from her sleep, hard to take her eyes off her in general both because she desperately fears not seeing her again and because she simply soothed her very soul the minute her eyes lay on her face as if she was her therapy her reason to let go of the constant tension in her body. Her tail would thump on the ground in return for the gentle kiss a hum leaving her to replace whatever could've been a purr and she'd watch with baited breath hoping her work was enough, hoping that she wouldn't vomit all over her. She expected a grimace though, she'd accept that easily it was a sign she'd have to work harder figure out a way to improve for her. Maybe in more ways then just in tea making.

”Well I gave it a shot” she tells her in little more then a murmur seeing no point in using her regular speaking voice, their tones were naturally different her voice always inflections louder then Mercy's a difference that was born within her just by her species. She'd watch carefully as Mercy drunk down the tea and when she tells her it's not just okay but good her tail would thump even louder against the ground. Though for her own credit she doesn't let it go to her head. Much. It's to easy for her to believe her lovers white lie, but it doesn't really matter regardless of how the tea truly was she did want to brew something better for her - for them both to drink someday.

She'd huff as Mercy would apologize to her and she'd move forcing her much bigger head between the woman's chin and paws almost like she was pleading for attention. ”Like what?” she'd ask ”As pretty as you always are?” she'd huff resting her chin down ”Don't apologize, this Shade Hours kicking everyone's ass i'm just glad I can spend some of it with you” rather then with whatever ghost decides to whisper obscenities in my ear.

Damnit. I have your daughter. DAMNIT! She skids on the sand hopefully before she even gets close enough to hit Constellationdreamer - it could be a trick she knows it but it's his voice one she hasn't heard in who knows how long since she'd seen him in the flights and before that when he whimpered and shrunk back in the bed he was healing with with puncture wounds dotting his head. She should've smashed his skull in, chomped it in two before he had the chance to think of revenge why had she regretted it why did she give a fuck about a lousy piece of shit like him. It made sense now - but it didn't that unrest still laid in her gut roaring at her that something wasn't right about the way he was calling her. He had to still be afraid why would he taunt her when he knew damn well what a fight could do to him, he'd get slaughtered like he was nothing he was handicapped someone who shouldn't even be capable of taking her daughter anywhere much less capturing her and holding her from the lines of Veilers, Volarians and Solarians. She'd turn on a dime a howl ripping out of her ”Johnny!” she runs towards where she heard him her nostrils flaring and instead of just smelling blood and a concoction of clan scents she smells something that strikes fear within her. The scent of birth of newborns and the blood associated with it. Her daughter had given birth in these dank dark prisons. It reminded her of Petra and how fucking terrible it is to think that the first raid she'd participate in would end the same way as the way she'd come here. Saving a woman and her newborns from a terrible fate in a terrible clan.

She'd find the feline easily enough her eyes darting around to everything that wasn't him as she'd quickly attempt to snap him up in her jaws before jerking her head violently to try and throw him harshly against a wall - hopefully knocking him out she had no time to waste however and if it hit or not didn't matter her blood was pounding and she could barely feel anything else but the need to get Sangria and her grandchildren the fuck out of here. She'd rush past just as Ulla left her to go to Nissr she'd skid looking far to pissed and out of her right mind to meet her grandchildren. Introduction didn't matter now not when they didn't remember, she needed to get her out of here. She'd briefly look to Namjoon ”I can handle this from here kid, run out of here and try and get the Solarians to pull back. I'll get her out of here and I think Ulla can handle things with Nissr this fights done with try to get them to pull back” staying and fighting after this was idiotic, she speaks way to quickly and her words meld together but she hopes he gets the point.

”Sangria i'll get you out of here. Climb up and hold your kids close, I promise I wont drop you or them but I can't fly slow. We need to get you out of here” she'd lean down laying onto her stomach and spreading out her wings in a slope like manner. ”Hurry” it seemed most the Ruiners in this prison were dealt with but she knew better then to let her guard down.

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Attack stopped with Constellationdreamer L.

Interacting with: SANGRIA .   JOHNNY J. (attacked) and NAMJOON ARCANIUM  

She didn't but it she was right but it did work in dissuading her into doing more. She didn't want to see her get into a fight like this, didn't want to messily deal with the idea of laying a paw on her to keep her from hurting the Haveners, she knew she'd choose her over protecting them - a pain in her ass or not she refused to let anyone rip into her with more then just words. Thankfully she seemed to not understand the position of power she could've held, saving her from a very very messy debacle. She'd groan when the chicken flew across the short expanse of area right at Grasstuft before it was caught be Selune instead - it was harmless just disgusting and truly she doesn't see it as great of a loss as either him or Windwaker never comprehending the idea of giving prey tacked on emotions that their brains simply didn't feel. Windwaker was an exception and so was Ulla but these chickens were casualties she didn't mind having, if it kept the Ruins from burying their teeth in the necks of innocents that lived here then she'd tolerate it even if she could barely stomach seeing them in the valley.

Perhaps Selune was right about her behavior as of late, she was acting far far more rash then anyone else still constantly at odds with what she knew the Haven was and how others clan operated and how she had thrived in them. She wasn't the type to wait around for leaders, wasn't the type to just idle and watch or not act on her own agitation especially now when there was so little muzzling her as the days wore heavy on psyche. This however had went well, Bloodpoppy was already leaving which left Elian and his scornful words. Instinctively she'd move to try and shield Grasstuft from his sight a low protective growling echoing out of her. Yes Wilhelmina had been her friend but that wasn't the only reason, Grasstuft was his own man now still so innocent despite his pissed words. She didn't need Elian fucking him up. He makes a jab at her next and she snorts at that, not with anger but a chortle of laughter. She hadn't known what happened exactly to the Ruins; either the Red God truly had shown up or the Ruins were to high to spot a con artist when they saw one. ”I'm not the king chasing chickens instead of leading my clan am I?” she hits back, she wonders why exactly they'd come alone why hadn't they just raided? Why just them?

She shakes her head as they both leave ”Fucking Ruiners” she'd sigh.

For a moment she almost forgets to look down - or well look more down then she usually does when she talks to the other Haveners. Windwaker is painfully short compared to the majority of them something he owed to his species, and she's forever glad that the horn on his head kept him from eating his end accidentally to her or someone else's jaws - though white rabbits were rare she's seen them before and he didn't look all that different then them save for his horn and of course his voice. She swallows down her drool, tries to ignore the fact that her instincts would always have a card to play whenever she was around him. She should've eaten breakfast.

Ver would nod her head at him before opening her maw to lend him his task ”I'd like for you to plant some new crops around camp, I don't mind if you borrow someone else's farm or start your own”

Ver had noticed it too as quickly as they were let back in it was clear things had changed in even just a month for her and for a much much longer time for Mercy - and she wonders if it's the Veil that changed or her. Maybe it's both to different degrees but she knows nothing will ever go back to the way it was before she was gutted, before Nadine died she'd lost a part of herself she couldn't put back together and while she found it easy to move back into her old lazy smirks and stupid jokes they don't feel the same she isn't the same. She knows it must be so much more extreme for Mercy who left when their children were little and when Ver was slightly less grey and wore more brighter smiles - she came back when it felt like eons had passed without her and Ver who could barely even tell when her lovers were pregnant could notice that before Mercy even said it. Which said something. Granted she never brings up such things happy to play their game of peace of domestic care because it's all she wants and bringing anything into it would risk the beautiful bubble of theirs popping.

Hearing those words brought forwards makes her tastefully go silent, her ears somewhat perking though she's careful to not let them hit Mercy's head - they'd only tickle not actually hurt her but it was the thought that counted. Though she ruses when a certain word echoes in her ears and she'd grumble; deserved she almost interrupts her to affirm that it was far from the case but she bites her tongue knowing better then to disturb her. She meets her eyes blinking and letting out a somber sound of a whimper. ”It's not” she starts - if anyone was to blame for abandoning the clan in such a time of need it was her she almost gotten them into an unneeded war by acting with violence and ripping apart everyone but the culprit of Mercy's turning. Bringing that up wouldn't happen though, she didn't want Mercy blaming herself for her actions. ”I understand though, the Veil isn't the clan you or me led they're something else now. Not worse or anything but just not our Veil” she would go on of course ”I guess we just sort of became living memories of the past, just two old ladies” she'd shrug her shoulders then stick out her tongue ”Not that i'm old” the teasing tone was there the implication that Mercy was there but she doesn't act fully on the joke she doesn't want to move past this not when it's so important.

”You deserve to be here more then anyone else Mercy no one would argue with that” finally she'd say it when it was the first thing she'd ever wanted to say ”...But if you'd like to get away for a few days just to get away from all of... this” she gestures with her wing still refusing to properly move all the way as she's way to comfy where she's laying to do that. ”You can come with me to stay a few days in the Haven, it's so much different there you know?”

The Cartel and nice shouldn't be in the same sentence not when the clans most crowning achievements in her eyes was housing the man that ripped her daughters claws out of her paws and only being known afterwards as a clan that only served others with terrible habits none of them needed. She had her opinions on drugs, alcohol was fine but dangerous in it's own right but she didn't like watching the way it affected her daughter nor would she stomach any of her other children using drugs as a mask for their emotions. She's no better is she? She just found different roads to take ones that others were less likely to intercept her on. Ones barely anyone knew she took or simply didn't understand what was so wrong with them. She listens intently as the girl speaks and she's glad she can get some word out about Whiskey; the child she'd essentially damned away from the same love she gave to her other grandkids just because of the way they bothered her in a way she couldn't properly describe.

Her words on Asimov make her visibly cringe and she can't help but think she can equate it to grooming, the fuck was wrong with the Cartelians and encouraging others to do what they did? Especially when Carmenere was so young, the last thing she should be doing was offering her company to strangers and talking about assassinations when she had zero idea what the work really entailed. No one but Saturnstar knew what she once was and she really wanted to keep it that way, it was easier to bury her past then forever live with reminders of what she'd once had to do to survive. ”Champagne an Assassin doesn't always kill cleanly, those 'confrontations' will happen no matter how good you are” she warns ”Don't get yourself involved in things you can't get out of” she's naive and Ver woofs her words as gently as she can because she knows that this was something that'd get her killed and the last thing she wanted was to bury another family member.

Champagne moves on though and she'd laugh at the final words the chatty serval would meow, she'd shake her head ”You just have Pele and Phoebus, your half siblings I mean. You knew about them right?” she'd say unsure if this would be the first time she'd learned of it, she didn't truly know how long it'd been since she'd been in the Kingdom. ”As for myself no, not yet” the idea of having more kids was the last thing on her mind, there was to much going on for her to even broach the topic with Mercy. Neither of them were ready she's sure of that.

Ver didn't think at all about why Adara was suddenly not at all from everything she learned about the girl she knew it was best to just not look into it, she would come back because somehow that girl just couldn't die despite having a knack at making enemies with a solid number of those around her from rival clan members to those she worked besides. Frankly to Ver Adara was nothing more then a pain in her ass making her work so much harder for her and adding to much stress onto her plate then she cared for. So it was best to just shove what she put on off and continue living to her leisure; Adara would be fine she would be back because that was the way of things. It was best to enjoy the peace without the girls attitude to bother her but the would end quickly but in a way she doesn't expect. She remember the rage that'd simmered in her veins the first time she returned after leaving them an ominous note, remembers the feeling of wanting to really put the girl in danger for worrying them, for disappearing when everyone else around her was as well.

Hearing Ulla wring her out is almost relieving, her words are far different then what she would've thrown but they do go for the younger womans neck. She talks to her like she's just an adolescent child shutting herself in her den when she was mad or running off to some enemy clan to try and act cool not the former deputy that she took the place of. Ver would laugh as she'd stroll over not caring to hide it. ”This is...” she gestures with her wing ”Something alright” she'd remark still chuckling. ”I'm sorry to interrupt but I think half the camp is listening right now... Good to have you back among the living Adara”

Ver would be the next to make her way over to her apprentice, she'd smile as she'd woof ”I'll take one too!”

She blinks in annoyance at his words, it seemed nothing would have any affect on him like he was to far up his own ass to realize that she wasn't all talk - they always learned that the hard way though then went on to treat her the same way the minute they were back in the same verbal confrontations. Damn seemed these type of men were all the same; Barghest, Jace now him conceited pests who never knew when to properly die he was only different because he was younger and for once she had someone to hate who was far far smaller then her. At least the former were to old to be on even footing with her argument wise, being to 'mature' for petty insults or having theirs fall flat because they didn't know the first thing about dealing with someone like her not when she could easily say she fucked one of their daughters (because she had) just to get a smidgen of a reaction.

Egotists were the worst and it seemed Asimov was more of a narcissistic prick then most. Damn she wishes he'd come to the Veil where she could really show him what those outside his bubble of perfection in the Cartel felt about him. Surrounding yourself with people who'd stroke your dick was more harmful then good, reality would always hit harder whenever it reared it's ugly head. If she was aware of the comparisons he was drawing between herself and him she would've said fuck it and pretended that her aggression didn't piss on everything the Haven stood for. Petty words and sex drive were about the only things they had in common and perhaps similar age but other then that the differences were clear. ”Eat my shit” she'd gruffly remark, ambitious wasn't a word that applied to Ver no - perhaps her actions seemed that way she threw her weight around and power always fell to her but she'd never asked for it just took it and believed in the hopes of others enough to not want to disappoint them. She never vied for leadership, rank didn't change how she behaved but her opinions on it were unsaid she barely challenged many thoughts others had on her. Maybe it was better to be known as a morally unsound tyrannical horndog with no loyalties rather then what she actually was. Though she'd only ever wanted to be known as 'Ver' and nothing else.

She listens to him ramble on offering his wares when the tolerance for him was waning, fucker she wished his greed would've overtaken his need to spite but of course it didn't. She wonders just how much his clanmates would choke on their own air if they heard that, they were a buisness even if they were a shitty one. She's about the snarl again stepping a paw forward and opening her maw, lips curling upwards to show each and every one of her teeth. Juba makes her hackles go down and she shuts her maw and turns her head to him as he warns her not to kill a almost surprised look on her face. Both because out of the both of them she expected him to be the last one to step and of course the second being she'd never told anyone here exactly what she'd done in the past... Not that it was hard to find out but still. ”I'm not going to kill him” sadly, she says it in a sigh almost feeling shamed that he'd assumed she'd go that far. She'd shake her head and turn back to Asimov.

”You got your answer go scurry along and purr your words to someone who gives a fuck about what you can offer them” she would gesture with her wing sweeping it in a direction like it was a broom ”Go on, get”