Posts by LUCANTINE-

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    It'd been so long since he had last addressed his clan. So long, filled with turmoil, grief, and plain horridness. Most of his members, he was sure, were gone. And something in the air told him something big was happening. For now though, the male inhaled, walking numbly up to the rock to address what was left of his lineage, his tired eyes mismatched as they looked down, thick black pelt shivering as he called, Hellraisers. Gather for once in the blue moon. I have a couple of announcements I'd like to make in lew of the events I have neglected. First off, I'm demoting Venus. Not out of malice or anything, mainly for safety of our small numbers, therefore there needs to be a new Judge and I have had an idea of someone for a minute. ICILIA M. I'd like you to step up as my second in command and assist bringing the hellraisers back into the map. To add upon that, I am taking a time of retirement in a sense. I'm not stepping down but, due to everything, I'm taking a rest. Unless you have any ideas or promotions you'd like to make Ici, I believe my announcement is done.


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    If the king heard of his dear Venus being harmed-even as a monster-he would probably skin Rusalka without a second thought. But, luckily, he had his pups to care for, to watch for, and when Oceana snapped out at her brother, he hissed, stern but quiet, Oceana, be nice to your brother. Now, everyone- Before continuing his sentence, he glanced over his large wings, looking as Venus' tail slithers out of view of the den and the thudding footsteps disappear. Good. He faced the pups again and whispered, Okay, little ones, Colere is gonna help you hide until I come get you. You be nice to eachother and listen to what Colere says, okay? That means you, Oceana and Loki. He eyed his feisty, more feral daughter and son, mismatched eyes widened at them to emphasize his point.


    Then he faced Freyr, voice quiet and worried, If Colere gets separated from you and your siblings, keep them safe, keep them together, okay son? I'm trusting in you to take the lead here for me, little man. Watch out for your sisters and Loki. He would attempt to sweep the little pile of puppies up in his arms, an awkward hug as his breath shook. He then whispered for all of them to hear, I love you all so much. I'll come find you as soon as possible, okay? He turned to Colere, nodding his head to the healer, speaking normally now, I'll get Icillia. Once the pups are safe, I need you to get Twisted and help everyone get to safety in the gardens. The scent of the herbs and flowers should hide our scents.


    He then turned one last time to his kids before bolting out to look for Icilia and any stragglers amongst the clan, fur on edge and legs shaking.


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    i am excited for that one but atm im waiting for the marsh's early wimter thats caused by Venus going feral. Its tying both boneclan and hellraisers together to work together and theres gonna be a frost, ice, and lack of herbs and stuff plus a rampaging dragon. Imma make an imdepth timelime once i get home that includes what both groups will do!

    ahhh sorry for lack of meeting guys-

    Waiting for the first part of the big plot to get started! Were doing it with boneclan as a way to introduce the clans and to draw attention to both of us! Ill make a more indepth post but for now this is what i have

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    He was surprised to see a small female vulpine walk out instead of the tall, proud male Luke had begun to see as a friend in a way, an ally truly. His surprise was written evidently but-as a shapeshifter himself-he merely bowed his head respectfully, a silent thank you in the face of Barghest for speaking to him. But he paused as Roy got to work, turning to the healer and murmured, already trying to calm himself from a rampage, Usually I wouldn't turn down a reason to feel numb, but no. I don't need any pain killers this time, thank you.

    He would have to bring something for Roy, a thank you for helping him, when he came more to his senses. But he turned to Barghest again, voice steeling and growling, Then we shouldn't waste time, should we? You hold the woman who tortured Venus, tortured me and broke the agreement that came with it. She tortured my clan, killed my wife and has been a threat to all my children since they were born, Barghest. I'm sure you've had your fun but I dearly request the ability to fuck up the bitch who wanted nothing but to ruin my life when all I did was follow within the rules! You've seen the fucking shit she put me through firsthand, and, now, I seek satisfaction. He held his gaze, forcing himself to relax so Roy may heal him but he couldn't stop the rabid stare, the bristling fur on his shoulders. His scarred face glared up at the Warden, that long scar that carved across his left eye taut and malformed, fur refusing to grow on the marring. But he wasn't trying to be angry at Barghest-anyone at the Exiles. He was tired, made to feel weak and small when he knew he could be a big dog, be one of the ones who could stand ontop of the world! He was just battle weary.

     

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    His ear flicked in the direction of Halcyon, the only acknowledgement from the raging beast they would get, before Roy approached. But adrenaline was a mean drug that prevented even the weakest of men from feeling their injuries and thinking clearly, and so when Roy spoke for him to look at the Law's injuries, he would receive a bewildered look that flicked with feral tendencies and thoughts. Don't fucking touch me! He wanted to snap out, pull his body in on himself as his muscles tensed and his black lips twitched before he glanced back at his bandages. And sure fucking shit, he'd ripped open the wounds in his haste to gain revenge, blood slowly soaking into the wounds heavily.


    But in his eyes, they were minor, insignificant to the mental injuries the king suffered. Losing his wife twice at the hands of this woman, being treated like some fucking plaything at her paws because she had four fucking kingdoms behind her and he barely had a clan. It made him want to shake off the healer and march around the prison, tearing shit apart like the monster they all wanted him to be. But-they were his allies. And he needed them. Afterall, they held the fucking slitering fucking cunt who not only tortured him and his wife, but killed his wife once. So he stood, tense as his eyes locked onto Roy cautiously, the gaze of a madman focused hungrily upon the healer. Make it quick. I have to be home to feed my new pups after this and I plan to have some downtime to cleanup and hunt after I'm finished here, He grumbled darkly, a steeled edge to his voice that spoke of the anger and disgust he held at the thoughts of her, her trapped in his mind as he stood there, waiting for Roy to look at his wounds.


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    Word travelled. It traveled well amongst allies and so, Luke being who he was, he had made quick upon the news he'd been waiting for. The news he'd been fucking striving for since that fucking day that bitch screamed in his face about how it was wrong he did what he did. And so, as he usually did, Luke had waited upon the border, jaws for once empty of gifts and his mismatched eyes hungered, ribs showing through his pelt. It'd taken him so long to get here, having to put off the whole revenge because of his fall, his camp had been attacked, his children born, and now his wife rampaging in the marshes. It'd taken so fucking long that that rage bubbled so fucking harshly in his chest and stomach like raging acid. He had apologies tucked away in his mind, misgivings for what had taken him so long to come here and visit again, but right now all he could think of is that fucking queen.


    Ver Million.


    The name was like a curse, bile in his throat as he thought it and an NPC came for him, guiding him to the camp where he bowed respectfully to his ally but wasted no time in calling for the Warden. Barghest! Brother in war, I request retribution from one of your prisoners! He barked into the open, lungs expanding and contracting with huffs and puffs of rage as his waited. It'd been so long since his last visit he had no mind of what had became of the angelhound warden-or the fact she was no longer a brother in war but now a sister-but he knew she was still held here. They all should of known he would come. It had only been a matter of when the Law would come for her himself. But he waited as patiently as he could even as his paws itched to slam into her face, his teeth ached to rip her flesh from her bones. He waited, eyes turned to where he expected Barghest to walk from, legs quivering and heart thudding so loud he swore others heard it roaring. His midsection remained bandaged from the wounds sustained in assisting his partners in their raid, looking worse for wear there in the blazing heat.


    Ver Million   BARGHEST.


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    He rested before he heard the thud aswell, lifting sable head to see his darling goddess writhing like hell was ripping through her. And it frightened him. It always did when she shifted, when the dragon came and took over his love. His fur was on edge as he jumped up, frightened quivers running down his powerful scarred legs. He turned to his resting children, stepping as quietly as he could to put his wings around the four small bodies, urging them to stand as he shielded them from the horrors of the feral beast their mother had become. He dropped his horned head, attempting to nudge freyr. to his paws, voice a hushed, panicked whisper, Little ones, l-let's go play a game, okay? Lets-let's play hide and seek, okay? He didn't want them scared. If they were scared, they'd panic and he didn't want his babies panicking while they're mother was not in control of her actions, so he would give them a game. This game is gonna be different than usual, okay loves? You have to promise me you won't come out until I find you, okay? No matter what, His eyes trained on the four little warm bundles, softness in it mixed with his love and fatherly protectiveness.


    FREYJA !?   oceana d.w.   loki.


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    He had fretted when she left and his worries had been served right. It was like impulse as the king heard the screams and raced to the side of his queen. He never was around when she gave birth-second time, both times the two had been separated for a short period of time and both times, his kids were born-and it more or less made him angry, a sort of annoyance he buried deep into his mind, something that will probably come back and just...ruin something. So, when he finally came in to see his pups-one seeming to share their father's wings, swell-were all healthy and whimpering softly against Venus's belly, his annoyance was forgotten. It was replaced by that surge of pride, of happiness, of protectiveness, of...fear. Not tangible, sensible fear like when his wings were snapped or Venus was taken, but like he felt he would fail these little creatures. He'd fail them somehow and they'd hate him. Or worse.


    He tried to push that out of his head, that same feeling he had everytime he looked at Yama or Kale-he chalked it up to paternal instinct-and crouched down, a grateful glance in Colere's direction and a nod of pride at the young male before he came to curl up behind his dear Venus, rasping his tongue across the scruff of her neck lovingly and comfortingly, a wing resting casually over her flank-not enough to prevent Colere from seeing if anything was wrong, of course, but enough for his touch to be there for her.


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    Luke limped in, his form slowly shifting back to that familiar black horned, winged beast, deep punctures in his sides and gut from Adara's shadow attacks but not deep enough to cause fatal damage. Not to say they weren't serious. The lurching steps of the wolf as he lifted his head to Roy and Athan, a shuddering breath leaving the leader's maw. Then, one moment the leader was standing, head high and the next, he was on the ground, side wet from the muddy water and his muscles exhausted.


    The beast took alot out of the monster king and he knew he should of just forced himself calm. But the cries of battle had raised his adrenaline too high. His eyes were rolling, head spinning, and sides heaving as he laid there, overworked. His body felt warm all over, and his mind fuzzy as he stayed there in the mud and cool water, feeling it soaking into his thick black fur. He let out a shaky breath once he was able to come to better, groaning in pain as he closed his eyes. Guess now is as best as any time to just let someone else care for me and the clan, He thought begrudgingly.


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    Jaws snapped into shadows as the dog snarled, the one feral eye shaking angrily before it turned back to the creature he had left, teleporting back to it with that permanently grinning canid skull staring back at the domestic feline. He then snarled, the tendrils of thoughts aiming to shove it's way into the feline's head, the telepathy of the seemingly simple-minded creature feeling overbearing as it would hiss, Stupid cat. You'd make a better fucking toy then an opponent. Then, he launched forward, jaws aiming to wrap around Adara's mid-section and shake like they were a chew toy before he would bring a paw up, aiming to bend the cat's head backward until pain would shoot up the spine of the creature. He let a chilling chuckle leave his throat as he proceeded to do this, sadistic glee dripping in those eyes, a warm happiness pooling in the monster's chest and stomach, his large paws shaking. If the prior attack had landed, he'd stop bending the head back right before the bone snapped, aiming to toss the feline aside again. But he would leave Ver alone this time, Adara having Luke's feral form's full attention. He stalked over, the jaw of his skull clicking like he was laughing before he aimed to slam a paw against the feline's arm, the large monstrous paw having enough force to atleast sprain the bone. He then chuckled, turning his blinded eye to Adara with the horn stabbed through it, corrupted blood dripping down the ivory, glowing skull to possibly land onto the feline's fur and cape. Give me your best shot, really shock me. A hyena like laugh left his jaws as he hissed out the words.


    ~ADARA~


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    Well, hearing roars, sloshing water, plus the fucking birds flying through the air was not... normal enough in Luke's book to go unnoticed. And, luckily, Luke had so far avoided ever facing a dragon in battle before, befriending the group he could only recall having a dragon in- The Exiles. Plus, he was marrying a woman who could turn into one of the beast, so he had essentially walled himself off from ever fighting a sentient, conscious dragon. Sadly, for all of Hellraisers, this dragon was not, in fact, conscious nor sentient. So when he came upon this scene, he just froze. Not only was there one feral dragon, but Venus had turned into her dragon form, the bear cub was here, and Icilia was still in the area. So, technically, there was two feral dragons, a bear cub, and an injured Icilia. Wonderful, just fuckin' wonderful.


    He watched in more of an exhausted, annoyed mood than horror before he let out a bark, trying to get the dragon's attention, wings arched to make himself look bigger and front teeth bared dominantly. He then formed a large shadow creature around him, bigger than the dragon and it mirrored Luke's movements, it's own wings opened and the emptiness where the mouth and eyes were supposed to be. He growled, using the shadow creature as an intimidation tactic as his eyes glowed angrily, before he leaped at the creature, the shadow following as he aimed to sink his sharp teeth into the leg of the feral beast, the large shadow monster appearing to "bite" the beast's neck, no pain applied. Luke hoped the psychological confusion of this simple beast's mind would cause it to panic and flee from a larger predator.


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    The spikes stabbed into the black shape, the beast choking as the spikes stabbed harshly into it, more black spilling forth from the mouth of the creature. Before it dissipated before Adara's eyes like a sick little illusion, leaving the spikes bare of the shadowy form.


    A ghostly chuckle would sound from the left of his opponent, whispery and strained like it hurt to make the noise before it rasped, So easily blinded. Worse than your queen, as though protecting a murderer of pregnant women and mothers warrants that title for her. Then, once the ghostly voice had finished, a large paw came sailing toward the body of the domestic cat, aiming to throw them aside like a cat playing with a mouse. If his attack landed, he'd be right back upon them, grinning skull focused intently upon the other as it aimed to grip it's jaws around their body again, sharp teeth slicing effortlessly through any flesh it could grip, and toss them into the air. He was playing with her, the long spiked tail raised dominantly and wagging confidently. But, the sound of Barghest's voice caught the monster's attention and...


    There sat his target. His prey. The monster snarled, a demonic sound ripping through the air as Luke came over to join in the onslaught on the queen, aiming to approach from behind and shove his shoulders and all of his weight into the side of the queen, effectively throwing her into Barghest if successful. His laughter that would follow the attack if successful was sick, twisted like a rabid hyena that had been choked for it's whole life. It then aimed to snap it's jaws at Ver's legs, grip the sensitive appendage like a vice and rip her back, just as he had done when she had raided his land. He wanted her on her belly before the two kings, be at the mercy of the two she dared try and ruin. He allowed Barghest to continue his own attack, Luke's predatory instinct circling both of them like a waiting wolf, watching for where he could attack before he lunged again, aiming to grip the side of her neck in his jaws, shaking his head if he was successful in gripping her in his mouth.

    Ver Million   ~ADARA~  


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    He growled as she avoided his attack, having come to a skidding halt before he spun, ready to chase after her and rip her to shreds before his paws left the ground, a storm of dust erupting from the scrabbling of the oversized monster's paws. He growled, a monstrous, strained cry from his throat, his whole body cracking and bones and whole anatomy shifting in his rage in the jaws of the monster as teeth pierced into his flesh, the muscles shifting beneath them as his skin seemed to dissipate from his skull, leaving the bare ivory bone to kiss the air as the unbroken horn plunged into his right eye socket, legs contorting painfully to extend. The very second he hit the ground and the dust cleared the air, the monster was gone, only his scent left in the spot it once was.


    Long, nightmarish claws aimed to rake into Adara's back, rip the cloak from the creature that dared harm the king of the marsh as teeth as sharp as thorns seeked to dig into the back of the weaker creature with the bite force of pit bull. His long legs would plant him as his spines shimmered bloody crimson in the light over his black pelt, pale milky pink eye glowing numbly and shook within it's prison as his mouth drooled reddish vitriol, mouth forced open by sheer amount of teeth and long tongue hanging limply. That dead eye focused on his opponent, whether the attack would land or not, and pure ferality of the monster would glimmer in that shaking, singular, dead eye, the other dripping red down the bare skull of the creature of hell before the Veiler. And from the 6ft monster's permanent-grinning maw ripped a hyena-like laugh, eerie and unfeeling as he awaited the attack of the other, long, torn ears perked readily.

    It was clear, this was just a game to this creature.

    // ~ADARA~  



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    A monster stirred in the blackness upon the canyon's lip, glowing pink and purple eyes like two lost souls dancing, joined by an eerie grin filled with needle teeth bared in excitement. His muscles twitched beneath his pelt and his ears perked as he waited, waited for Ver to separate herself farther, a black silhouette upon the moonlit lands as she ate the distance up beneath her and he watched. And within a blink of an eye, he was closer, massive monstrous paws crashing against the dusty land, charging, aiming to ram his horns into Ver Million 's side with his full force with lowered head, that broken horn glimmering menacingly as it would probably puncture any flesh it could snatch, the other probably leading to a cracked rib with the momentum he carried. If his attack was successful, he'd stand grinning madly over the queen and tip his head back, a deep, whispy, monstrous scream-like howl ripping past his vocal chords and signalling to Hellraisers to attack and to alert the Exiles of their assistance. He'd then grin back down at Ver, smiling evilly with hatred beading in his glowing eyes as he spoke, voice raspy and strong, Going somewhere, Your Highness? He then aimed to slither darkness onto the queen, block her sight and leave her mostly defenseless as he laughed in her face, cruel, sick laughter.


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