Posts by hebe skinner

༓☾— "Tobi, Leave a sacrifice on another territory. Big or small, prey or not, just make sure they know its us."

"and Bluepaw, you can do another sacrifice, too. You're big enough to use prisoners, now."

༓☾— All the priestess had heard was 'When are they going to find Cha Cha?'. Of course, she didn't know who Cha Cha was, the Veil was her vacation home more than anything, but this seemed fun. "Hebe's loooooking..." The shadowy hellhound stands tall in the forest clearing, repressing her smell enhancement as she begun to poke about bushes and shrubbery. This reminded her of before the kits were all so big and raising in ruins ranks, they could play games like this with her all day. God, finding them was always a lot easier than this kid. Maybe they had some powers fit for this. "Er, Hebe's looking really hard..."

༓☾— To teleport, the mystic would have to see where she would land, so that was why she was now dutifully hobbling for the forest border. That was when she spotted Elian and her Leaders, standing with tense shoulders and bearing obvious bad news. This was exciting, now she would be filled in on whatever was happening in the ruins but as a Veiler. Were the other ruiners even privy to this untold information yet? Perhaps whatever they were about to say was news that hadn't quite broke. "Heyyy, Elian... Hebe's been in the veil part time." Was all she offered with the flick of a torn ear as the priestess would wait for some more serious veilers to arrive.

༓☾— Hebe did not plan to be in the veil for a blizzard. Her home was the ruins and she was suppose to be manging the Thunderlands takeover anyways. Just the hellhound was she getting ready, chucking new belongings into her pocket dimension and getting introductions out of the way. But when Ulla offered candies, the dietary scavenger confidently limped forward to take some. If only more Agrelosians liked cooking as much as the darkseeker, it was a much more peaceful way of life than hunting. When she explains, Hebe sits down with a kind smile. "Cha Cha must be right. Tooo specific.." the hellhound offered, gesturing at the puppy with a hairless paw. Really, she was partial to none, but the candy was good and the game was still fun. "Hebe cut her own leg off, loves to make soup, and use to fly." more treats floated from the cute, little tray into her sharp mouth.

༓☾— Between the veil's forests and the harrow desert, Hebe had spotted something terribly peculiar. Alone, certainly no more than a moon old, a peckish tiger cub sat sadly in her path, evidently abandoned. Despite her smell enhance and even the odd ask-around between her homes, there was no way of identifying where it had come from. So, she would take the opportunity to have made her first 'capture'. The poor thing obviously had no nice feelings about this, the walk home was defined by helpless screams and pitiful wrestling matches against a baby. Making it all the way to camp was difficult without teleportation, but soon enough they had arrived in the church. With a hearty thud, the cats exhausted little body drops to the stone pyramid floor. "Hebe caught something..." she tiredly announces into camp, blank eyed stare unmoving from her prize. What now? Maybe she could raise it into a preacher, and Bluepaw would have a little devoted tiger sibling. Or maybe it'd be dead before morning, strung up on an altar. Hopefully somebody knew what to do. For now, she just stares at the thing, half disgusted. Never had she liked children.

༓☾— When Breakout collides with her, instinct takes over. Before even hitting the ground the priestess lands unceremoniously in the pocket dimension, surrounded by her familiar belongings. She's hurt, bad, but not bad enough. Everything is going to be okay, spar some terrible bruising. What to do now that she's safe? Looking around anxiously, knives are pulled from all directions around the ethereal room as she thinks. God, this was just... not good. That next Cartel visit with Speedfreak was certainly not happening. She wanted to go home now. When prepared, knives floating at her side, the hellhound materialized back into the scene, throwing daggers at everyone present with no hesitation. Then, Alaksiej shows up. Wordlessly, she shoots another knife at her son in response to his comments. Regret quickly sinks in, but she ignores the feeling. It was time to leave. Knives vanish from their landing spots, blinking back into the pocket dimension for keeping. Her mouth opens to speak for a moment, but she simply disappears instead, teleporting away. (out)

༓☾— She only idly watches from the sidelines, cloaked in invisibility, until Ezra explains his past with the ruins. She hadn't interacted professionally too much to the other priests around, at least not the ones who still lived in the desert, so this felt like a good opportunity to collect information. "Hehehe... Gorgeous is not the word for Freaky!" She wanted to talk to him, listen to whatever he could possibly have to say about the red god, good or bad. That was her job, to learn. "I'm Hebe." She smiles, mouth agape and panting with excitement. He seemed like he didn't care, like he didn't miss the title. Maybe he wasn't even religious anymore. That didn't matter, though, he was a prisoner right now. She could force information out of him, and read his mind if he didn't want to give it up. "Talk more about being Priest." her soft spoken words are threatening, offering little room for rebuttal.

༓☾— The hellhound appearance is classically unexpected as she limps forward from nothingness. "You the guy looking for his dad's head?" word of this black ram-horned wolf at the border had quickly become the topic of gossip circles all over the desert last afternoon. As a scavenger and habitual bone collector, part of her had wondered if it was strung up on pyramid church walls. But alas, the treasured head was seemingly still nowhere to be found by either of them. She wouldn't have kept one with a broken horn around. Maybe she'd cooked it into soup already and that's where it had unfortunately gone. "Hebe tore apart her church looking for it.. hehee..." a hairless paw limply gestures at him. "You smell like Exiler dung, but I hope you get it back."

༓☾— Cherry's giggle makes her smile as she turns to face the nurse. "I miss her. She made me start." That and living in the Cartel- nobody left that place without a substance problem. When the girl coughs, quickly the half-burnt stick floats from her mouth to be pushed against her throne's armrest, putting out a tiny wad of burning herb at the end as sparks fly. When her young friend pipes up again, she cant help but pity her as a little frown tugs at white lips. God, Cherrywine couldn't even walk around? The priestess wanted to give her a hug when she said that. She was always getting better, then much worse. Hopefully it didn't stress Nadine out too much. "You can help Hebe set one up right now, nurse. Start lighting the candles." A crumpled box of matches is summoned from between the two, sliding over to her little worker before she gets back to readying the room. "I've been meaning to talk to you. You are almost as old as I was when Alaksiej was born." That didn't really mean anything, just an interesting thought. The girl standing with her now looked so young, it was impossible to imagine her with a litter of kits. Her attention is pulled away as she gets back to her duties. "I think we're a lot more alike than you realize. Like, Hebe can't really walk, either, that's why I'm always inside these portals instead of Agrelos. When I was a young girl in the Cartel this body was healthy, and really strong, but now I can't even join any raids alongside my own children. It makes me feel pathetic." It'd felt like she would never get used to having three legs, four moons had passed and her gait was still terminally awkward. More junk is floated into the aforementioned tears in reality popping around the room at will, skulls and wine-stained pillows only moving to equally clutter the pocket dimension rather than the church. "Do you have a mentor?" She turns back to face her guest when the question is asked, looking carefully for a reaction as her long tail sways pensively.

༓☾— On cue, invisibility sinks away from her coat as she steps forward at his request "Hmm?" Teeth? All he brought was teeth? That made her smile, she probably would have done something similar. "You collect teeth? Hebe collects bones. Maybe I could lend you some interesting teeth." Telekinesis carefully picks up the dozens of teeth, floating creepily in the air as she shakes them free of sand before carefully leading them into the satchels safety. "You must have just joined? I'm Priestess here. What's your name? Where are you from?" The cryptic hellhound liked talking to joiners, made the world feel a little bigger than the just desert and the veil that had become so familiar. He smelt like Boneclan, too, and she liked the Graveyard.

༓☾— Hebe was laid out on the sunning rocks Petra has decorated, some medical supplies sat at her side as she tended to a few injuries sustained in the jungle. Everytime she came back home, the priestess regretted asking Jace to let her become general for the Takeover a little more. It was nice spending time with some of her friends over there, like Lucy, Speedfreak and Elian, and wreaking havoc alongside Bluepaw was fun, but everything else had been just bad. She felt terrible about Breakout finding out she was a cartel traitor, and much worse about throwing that knife at Alakseij when her anger had finally boiled over with him. That was something she was trying hard to forget about, maybe she'd ask Cherrywine to make both him and herself forget it had happened using memory manipulation. She didn't want to get another warning about not throwing knives at ruiners. "Erg.. ow ow ow..." the hellhound sucks her teeth in pain when she pours just a little vodka over one wound festering on a pink forepaw pad, quickly wrapping up her hairless paw with tightly wrapped bandages. LUCY INFERNI

༓☾— Like everyone else here, Hebe wasn't too sure about this. Arya certainly had some pretty choice insults, maybe even a few grudges, and after a few glances between the two servals their familial ties were obvious. God, tormenta-millions probably made up at least one-sixth of Orcadia. The priestess quietly comes forward to sit comfortably with Evangeline and Bluepaw, wrapping a long tail around her stumped leg and hairless paws as she watches with an anxiously quirked brow, waiting for this to unfold. What could they possibly be here for if she were already being met with hostility from the deputy upon arrival?

༓☾— Her sharp shoulders shrugged. That was something she was still trying to figure out herself. The hellhound would lean down to nuzzle her daughter, her expression soft and peaceful as a sullen cheek feels her daughters warmth before she offers a rough timeline. "When I cut my old, rotted leg off, Ren took me into the infirmary, and I asked him to introduce me to it all. It made sense, I started learning about our religion as much as I could, then the Red God stole my fire elemental so I could enter the pocket dimension and be closer to his domain. I wish I could bring you there. Day after that, Dad promoted me to priestess on my second week here. I was never even a nurse." Did that mean he had seen potential in her? Or, maybe he just was trying to get on her good side. They did have kids together like, a moon later when he took her out on that date. She tries to shake off the thought as she looks down at her daughter. Noticeably less 'down' than usual- Blue was growing up just as fast as baby Alakseij. "You know, I'm confident you'll be stepping up to priestess very soon. You could even hold the Red Trials, you know so much. Have you been thinking about it?"

༓☾— Hebe had always pitied cats. It must have been hard to be such a delicate, soft bodied creature in dangerous Agrelos, living on the crossroads of predator and prey. There was nothing she would have rather been than a hellhound, taller than most of her peers with two sets of big, sharp teeth for biting. She loved her black, messy fur and white eyes, her appearance would always be something she was confident in. Well, maybe another leg wouldn't have hurt, that would be an improvement. Strolling over the dunes, the priestess pads up from behind the scene to stand beside Elian, leaning down to get a google look at this aprocher. "And, er, w-what are you doing here? Whats on yoouurr head?" a bald paw tapped at her own horned forehead, mirroring Kinship's shut third eye.

༓☾— When Hebe had lived in the cartel, ruiners being annoying was a fact in her young mind. Maybe that was still true, but these proclanners were completely intolerable. They were loud, obnoxious, and all too prideful. It amazed her how anyone actually stayed here, voluntarily, without being ordered to watch over the jungle by Jace. Already aggravated, the black furred priestess materializes behind LEVIATHAN I.D. , knives levitating around the looming hellhound before they would fly in his direction, speeding at the cat like big, sharp bullets. "Stop talking." Wherever the daggers had landed, telekinesis would pick them up so she could throw them at him again, aiming at seventhdevil too this time once she had noticed him. The generals would have to start making examples of anyone speaking up. Nobody was scared enough, and she was tired of hearing them speak their sad minds.

༓☾— God, Hebe fucking hated the kingdom. Getting along with an Exiler was possible, at least they didn't worship a false god, but solarians were less than dirt. It was her job to watch the captives, so that was what she was doing before teleporting forward, invisibility melting away as she makes herself known. What had happened to the penumbra accord? These lowly kingdomers should be siding with the ruins. God, hopefully Jace and Nadine could drop them to enemies and just stick with the veil after this. It should have always been that way. "Keep it." There was no way she was letting thunderlanders stock up on solarian supplies. Now, she was on edge, long tail lashing in though as she watches everyone very closely "Is the kingdom not in the accord? Didn't you live in the desert, like, two moons ago?" She'd ask Sangria, white eyes burrowing into the queen with obvious contempt.

༓☾— Hebe has to tell herself this isn't her fault, but the sanctuary's scent is overbearing. It could have been a hypocritical thought, but what kind of person stole someones dead child, let alone busted into such a small grave? This was a pathetic. If the sanctuary should be targeting anyone, it should be herself, but the priestess has been totally unaffected by the sanctuarians while Arya was left to cry over her child's vandalized grave. The young mother comes to nuzzle Bluepaw, planting little kisses on her furry blue head before taking a solemn seat. No matter whatever conclusion the queen and king had come to with the other pair of leaders, this was grounds for retaliation. "So what are you going to do, Arya?"

༓☾— Why was she caught up in this right now? The priestess had obligations in Thunderlands, helping with the Ruins takeover, but now she stood pensively in this ugly crossfire instead. Finn was an Exiler? That was where he went? This was a disappointing development, but it would be hypocritical to judge him after betraying the Cartel. It seemed he had some kind of tumultuous past with the Veil, too, she assumes as Calina calls out to him. Hey, Finn, It's Hebe! What's up? The telepath would greet her friend, smiling at him from across the field as he is engulfed in smoke. Just then, a big blue fireball whips past, heading for another invader. Not cool, she did not want to be accidentally lit on fire by Junebug. Invisibility sinks over her thin frame as the hellhound teleports to the sidelines, looking for something to do. When she spots PYRRHIC-SANG 's weaponized fan, she attempts to telekinectly snatch it from the deputy, throwing it across the camp if successful. That was the least she could if she couldn't battle, just help out these veilers from the shadows.