Posts by ICILIA M.

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    They were neighbors yet she had never once been near the border of The Cartel. She had only ever heard about them in passing, never once interacting with its members. Or at least she thought she had never interacted with a member of the Cartel. Icilia knew the group was listed as their enemies with some reasoning concerning Lucantine's past affiliation with them, but Luke was gone now. Things could change under her right? She hoped so at least. The clan needed supplies, and if they could at least become neutrals, then they would still be able to get what they needed. Standing beside Lucifer, she'd give the feline a glance. "Any idea what our odds for success are?" She'd ask. Icilia didn't want to admit she was nervous, ignoring the prickling along her spine as she waited for some sort of patrol to come by. At her feet were a couple of bottle of wine that she had somehow ended in the possession of. Drinking wasn't something she enjoyed, but apparently wine was a good gift.


    [please wait for Lucy Fur to post!]

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    Of course she wanted to retaliate. There was nothing more than Icilia would have liked than to march onto the Ruin's territory and burned their camp down for still being so obsessed with them. Surely, it would be successful with the Exiles backing them. But, she knew now wasn't the time to be raiding, not when Venus was still missing and the weather was being so foul. "I'll hold you to that offer another time, but for now, I believe it'll be best for us to wait. When we do hit them though, I'll make sure they regret their actions." Hopefully, it was the right decision. If they could find Venus, restore their supplies, and become a bit stronger, then everything would be alright.


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    //writing as if this takes place after the meeting!


    Perfect timing, she should say, for she herself had planned to visit the Exiles herself. It was only customary for her to introduce herself to their allies, to let them know of whatever changes has happened to the group. No matter how... unfortunate the circumstances. "Greetings, Cory. And congratulations on your position," she offered politely. Strange how the universe worked. The man she had been stupidly jealous of was a leader, and now she too was leading. Funny. Letting a breath of air escape her nostrils, she would straighten her figure. "I also have news of my own. I planned on visiting the Exiles to tell you myself but since you're here..." she trailed off, wondering how to put it before she would simply give a shake of her head. "I'm the Law of the Hellraisers now. Lucantine has been killed. Probably by Ver or one of those Ruin fuckers." There was no other way to describe the man's disappearance. Luke wouldn't have just abandoned the Hellraisers or his children unless he had been forced away. The only plausible option in her mind was death, and it only made sense that it was the Ruins who did it.


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    This wasn't her first meeting. This wasn't the first time she had been with the clan, gathered around to hear the words spoken to them by the one who led them. But this time, she was no sitting in the crowd. This time she was not looking up, instead looking down at those who had just previously been her groupmates. This time, it was Icilia would lifted her jaw, letting her voice ring out across the camp. If only it had been under better circumstances. "Hellraisers! Gather for a meeting!" New beginnings started one way or another, but she wished it hadn't started under such dire circumstances. She wished all this terrible shit wasn't happening now when the clan was already suffering from multiple reasons. Sitting within the middle of camp, she would wait until some of the others had gathered before she would share the news she knew no one would want to hear. Everyone needed hear this.


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    A lot had happened to the small group, but Venus' disappearance had been truly unsettling. Hard as it was, she had dealt with worse. One way or another, the group would get through it. Coming into the meeting at Lucantine's call, she listened intently, nodding with understanding at Venus' demotion. It was an unfortunate thing to happen, but there was little to be done. At that, she thought it would end there. The thought of the Hellraisers missing a second-in-command lingered at the back of her mind, but she hadn't expected to be the one promoted. Ears perking, surprise flashed across her face before her features went stoic. Habitually, her head dipped in respect. "I'll do my best," she uttered with firm sincerity. Unease shifted through her hearing of Lucatine's own break, the responsibility seeming to weigh on her shoulders. "I don't have anything right now." She'd have to think of things, to make some plans for the good of the clan.


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    'I'll have you and Venus." God, she just had to say those words huh? A huff of air would blow through her lips, shaking her head visibly because she couldn't quite contain her react to that. "Don't get sappy on me now," she'd grumble in response for she didn't know how else to reply. But, Twisted was right. As long as Icilia was in the Hellraisers, as long as she and Twisted were friends, she'd help the woman. Or at least try to. With her lack of experience, she knew Venus would be better for advice. The most she could help with was moral support. "I hope everything works out for you." This time her words were genuine. Icilia wasn't the type to drag down others with her. She let things go and would let herself stay at the bottom stuck doing all that she knew how to.


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    It didn't surprise her that an Exiler would visit them. The two clans were allies, so she supposed meetings between the two were necessary. But, she simply wasn't pleased to see him. Childish really, she didn't understand nor tried to care to understand the annoyance she felt seeing the wyvern. There were other things to worry about, like the supplies that were dwindling with the onset of a sudden winter. Trying to make sure everyone didn't die because Venus was somewhere out there as a feral dragon came first. "Is something wrong?" She would ask, her voice flat and devoid of any emotion despite how welcoming she had tried to make herself sound.


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    The cold didn't bother her. With a thick pelt of fur lining her body and her own fire elemental powers, Icilia had no trouble keeping herself warm. Yet, as her eyes looked across the frozen landscape, she could feel her brows pinching together in a frown. It was unusual. Winter shouldn't have started so soon, especially this extreme. Thinking back to Venus' freak-out, it all seemed too coincidental for the woman. Coming upon the pair, she'd look at what they were doing with some disgruntlement. "Is there anything I can help with?" She'd ask. "I can start a small fire to dry the herbs we have."


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    Fuck. Tossing up dirt behind her, she would race away as Venus gave chase. Icilia ignored the pain that sparked in her shoulder, the wound bleeding as her limbs moved with haste. It could wait, she just needed to get Venus away from camp. Even as the dragon's breath wafted on her heels, she did not panic. The call of another voice was lost upon her ears, but she noticed immediately when the dragon was no longer chasing her. Skidding to a stop, her eyes looked around, wariness setting about her being. Then, the sounds of fighting reached her ears.


    She took a step forward only to wince in pain as the nerves in her shoulder sparked viciously. All the running she had done had agitated the wound even more. She knew it would be best to go hide, but Icilia forced herself to walk on. If anyone else needed help she needed to get them. As she limped through the marsh, she caught the scent of Lucifer and someone else. She didn't recognize their scent, but she wouldn't question it. For now.


    "Lucifer? Are you here?" She called in a low voice, not wanting to draw Venus back to them. "Lucifer we need to go now." There was almost a growl of urgency to her voice given the situation.


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    For some reason, she had been careful to listen out for the wolfdog knowing that she was due at any point. But when things had gone accordingly, Icilia didn't make her way over to Twisted's den at once. Instead, she lingered outside her own, watching and waiting for an appropriate time to approach. Her expression soured, hidden from her distance to everyone, s she saw Cory approach. Except, he wasn't a lion anymore. Watching the beast settle into camp, she'd stay silent as he did what h had to. Icilia likely wouldn't have moved if she hadn't heard her name being called. Albeit it reluctantly, she rose to her feet and joined the others at Twisted's den. She didn't feel the same warmth as the others, the joy at seeing children when her own childhood had been so horrendous. And yet, she would still look to Twisted and offer what appeared to be a small smile. "Congratulations."


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    Bone Clan. Lucantine had mentioned the new group within a meeting, and now they had appeared on their borders. Striding forwards, she was visibly more at ease than she would have been with any other new face. Strangers usually were met with suspicion or distrust, but for now at least, she had nothing to fear of their neighbors. "Welcome, Katrina. I'm Icilia," she greeted the tigress with standard politeness. Her expression was neutral as she stood before the woman, eyes landing on the bottle of wine before flicking back up to her face. Icilia had an aversion to alcohol. She didn't enjoy the way it made her feel or the loss of time that accompanied it. But, she knew the others would appreciate the gift. "What brings you to our borders today?"


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    If only she had good advice to offer outside of "you should have been careful." She agreed in the sense that Twisted was likely not ready to be a mother. Dating the Exiler was fine, but then he had gone and gotten her pregnant too? Feeling the familiar tinge of bitterness on her tongue, she would quickly push it down and nod in agreement to Twisted's words. "I can only imagine," she'd echo, ears twitching. Icilia didn't think she'd ever find herself in such a situation. Being a mother and pushing out pups. It was a foreign thought. Or starting a family so quickly. The mere thought felt weird.

    "I'm sure you'll... do great. That lion, Cory, has some sense to him right?" There was a slight edge to her voice, a tiny narrow to her eyes. "As long as he doesn't leave you alone to do everything yourself, then you should be fine." Or else I'll kill him.


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    She wished she hadn't asked, wished Twisted hadn't noticed the turmoil within her, but she supposed her mask had been slipping lately. A long sigh would escape her lips, shoulders feeling heavy with the invisible weight that lived on them. The right thing to do would be to tell the truth, to simply get it out of the way so things could become normal once more. Yet it was impossible for her. The words stuck in her throat, her habits of ignoring what she felt prospering over reason. So, Icilia simply shook her head. "It's nothing important." Turning to Twisted, she hoped her expression was convincingly neutral. "How are you doing though? With the-" she paused "-pregnancy and all?"


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    She had been laying just outside her den, resting idly in the sun as its rays were quickly soaked in by the darkness of her pelt. Her eyes were closed as if she slept, yet her ears would twitch to and fro as they listened idly to her surroundings. Though she rested, she was still aware of the happenings around her, listening for anything odd. The sounds of Venus emerging from her den were placed at the back of her mind, the direwolf not thinking anything of it in her state of partial consciousness.


    It was the thud of her body that pried her eyes open, head raising slowly. Jaws parting in a yawn, she turned to look towards Venus, not thinking anything until her eyes caught the other's writing form. Alarm flashed through her body, her form rising to all fours with a single leap. Paws moving automatically, her voice carried out across camp as she rushed over. "Venus?!" Her voice was a mix of confusion and worry, only to turn into startled recognition as the direwolf began to take shape.


    Her mind turned back to the incident with the feral dragon, remembering how Venus had shifted then. But why had she changed now? What had happened? There wasn't time to think when she was loose in camp. And the pups. "Venus! It's me, Icilia!" She yelled, hoping to bring the dragon's attention towards her, wanting to lead her away from the den. Icilia knew it was dangerous. Her shoulder hadn't healed yet, the muscles still ached when she moved. Nor would she use her abilities against the woman when there was still a chance to save her. It was a risk she'd just have to take.


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    She watches her friend clambers out, belly swollen with children. Suddenly, regret fills her chest. Coming had been the wrong decision, her stupidity had led her before she was ready. Twisted's words are nearly missed as she berates herself, and she tries her best to hide her inner turmoil. Swallowing, she gives a small shake of her head. "It's nothing. Just the right thing to do." She would have dipped her head to make her escape, to leave before she slipped up, but the woman just had to offer to share. And like an idiot, who couldn't really summon the means to even appear rude, she would nod and sit beside her. "You eat your fill first," came the stern grumble, her eyes turned forward. Twisted's question would go unanswered for some moments, the irony of the inquiry ticking the direwolf's nerves. "Uh, I guess I'm fine. Nothing much is really happening with me." It was a bold-faced lie, but it was better than bothering with the truth that she didn't understand.


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    I'M THE DEVIL TELLING SATAN


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    This was all turning to shit really, really quick. It would have seemed the beast would have run off, the illusion Lucantine having constructed frightening the feral creature. Great, they could have been done. Feral dragon crisis diverted, except Rusalka came rushing in, deciding to tackle the giant creature only to get injured herself. What the fuck.

    "Don't you dare move." A cold glare would be fixed upon the young cub, threatening punishment if she refused to listen. It wasn't her intention to hurt his feelings. Given the situation at hand, she simply wanted to make sure he wouldn't get in the way. Or get himself killed.

    Not waiting for an answer, she'd turn away to rush back into the battle. "Hey, fuckface!" Its eyes shifted to her, not letting go of Rusalka just yet. It would tho. Breathing in through her nostrils, Icilia summoned every bit of her strength to perform an attack similar to Lucantine's. Except this would hurt.

    Her body was swallow by darkness as flames arose from the ground around her, looking as if a wildfire had erupted in the marsh before it twisted and shaped into that of a dragon itself. Gritting her teeth, even as her head began to throb, she avoided Rusalka, making her fiery creation swallow the dragon's back. It's form dissipated as the flames scorched the beast' skin, causing the feral creature to scream and howl in pain. And finally, it backed off. As soon as it backed away from Rusalka, the flames dissipated and Icilia would barely hold herself up, watching until the feral animal had run away with its wounds. Only then would she lower herself down as fatigue settled over her limbs. Combined with the blood loss, doing such a move had been incredibly risky, but it had worked. However, she had forgotten that there was still Venus to take care of.


    I'M JUST WILD SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

    I'M THE DEVIL TELLING SATAN


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    Venus? Panic nearly leaped through Icilia's throat at the sight of the the pregnant direwolf coming to the scene. Then it turned to mild anger and frustration as she didn't leave straight away. There wasn't anything Venus could do to help, she was pregnant for fuck's sake. Jaws opening, she nearly yelled at the Judge to leave, but failed to do so as she avoided another attack from the rampaging beast.


    And then to have the nerve to tell her to leave. Does pregnancy make people act weird or what? She'd growl to herself, sending a fireball in the face of the beast who avoided it. Then she noticed the direwolf change, shifting into a dragon herself. With no time to question, she would leap away, watching with satisfaction as the spear pierced the beast's shoulder. Its jaws parted in a high pitched screech of pain.


    All seemed well, until Andromalius joined. "Kid! Get off, now!" As she yelled, she found her feet rushing towards the cub. She didn't give two shits how sizable Andromalius might be, he was still a cub. Kids didn't need to be fighting feral dragons. Skirting around the beast , she would leap into the air and aim to snatch Andy from off the dragon's back, refusing to let him go until she could drop him off a safe distance away. Whether or not she was successful, her focus on saving the kid left her wide open. Blood splattered the ground as the claws of the beast tore into her shoulder, ripping open the scar on her right shoulder.


    I'M JUST WILD SIT THE FUCK DOWN!