Posts by hebe skinner

^{༓☾— It was uplifting to see her clanmates be so merciful towards the foolhardy child even during such tense times with the Thunderlands. Stepping in as Ver had her piece with him she would nonchalantly slink up next to Rentarou upon noticing his odd distress. It was certainly out of place for him to be crying right now, in front of an enemies child, though he must have had his tumultuously valid reasons. Would you like to come back to the infirmary with me? I could make you the tea instead. The telepath would silently offer an escape from the bothersome scene, white eyes passively observing the little conundrum ahead. At least Ver would apparently supervise the poor things way home.}

^{༓☾— Though Donna had instructed her to host a lesson, a few liberties would have to be taken after going mute. It was awfully troubling how most ruiners had rejected their own omnipotent creator. Never had Hebe needed physical confirmation of the Red God like they did, he was clearly seen in divine operations like poisoning the river or even just some kind weather and healthy prey. Without consistent worship, everything was going to get a lot harder for everyone.}

^{In response to the thunderlands raid, the young Priestess had set up a church service to pray for an easy fight and fast healing for everyone coming home. Inside a vast pyramid next to camp, the warm stone floor had been filled with gold candleholders, tens of dozens of tall, uneven red candles dripping with hot wax. Each wall was decorated with an impressive collection crucifixes and bejewelled skulls, staring down on her peers. The peaking ice roof was decorated with strung bells, filling the air with delicate chimes. At the end of the room she stood on a polished altar, a silver tray of mix matched wine bottles and soft bread at her side for passing out to her clanmates. With a brass tack and a prewritten note from her bag, she posted a message onto the tray.
"SAY A SILENT PRAYER TO OUR GOD AND BATHE IN HIS CONDITIONAL LOVE. FOR OUR PROSPERITY. CAN TELL IF YOU ARE NOT PRAYING, DONT BE STUPID GUYS!!"}

^{༓☾— Really, Hebe wasn't sure if she was allowed to claim a pyramid- but no one had stopped her so far. Mochi had one too, he even painted it. When Cin inquired about the lack of guests, the scavenging hellhound swallowed hard. She was not sure if her clanmates knew about her `non violent` diet, or how they would feel about it, so it was probably safest to just not elaborate too much- even if she wold have loved to gush about her pseduo-vegetarian lifestyle. My food made it stink in there, but now that Hebe is Priestess I just leave it at the border so we can hold church service. With that, the shadow of her tall den of ice loomed over them. Wordlessly she teleported past the slim opening, just big enough for her young friend. The frozen white walls were lined with crosses and a shocking variety of bewjewelled skulls of almost any animal one could think of, tilted to stare down at the inhabitants. The rooms perimeter was lined with hundreds of tall red candles dripping wax onto gold candlesticks. A few wide, woven beds sat over a large crimson patterned rug, stuffed with linen and down-filled blue pillows, manipulated to smell like her cartel home. Hebe is not very cool. I grew up in the cartel! Blehh.. She curled up into one of the beds, tail hiding her stumped limp. So.. You have the sight? Can you sense spirits? Maybe she could go corpse scavenging together to get permission before eating them.}   

^{༓☾— Though she had little interest in raiding the Thunderlands, sitting back to watch this very political argument sounded just delightful. Behind Ver the young priestess sat down with a interested grin, lowly giggling as Ver made her crude demands. If this turned from some drama to laugh at to a violent clash in the canyon, she would undoubtedly be the first to teleport back home as nonchalantly as possible. But for now, the magic user would only wait for the fatass Cory everyone had been talking about to show.}

^{༓☾— On cue, she appeared next to Calloway, teleporting a few feet above the ground to land with an unsteady thud. Smiling white eyes screened over the enigmatic hoofed beast, sharp grin tight on her snout as she laughed. Indeed, much like her, this veiler was a black-furred cryptic creature with a borderline skeletal frame. Still had each leg, though. He looked liked something she would pluck from the corpse border for a meal, it was surprising there was not a single maggot squirming in his wounds- at least she was healing nowadays.}

^{I am the Hebe... Could we help you? The soft voiced telepath would ask, flashing her jangled teeth in a wide yawn. Hopefully he would be easy enough to convince to start worshipping the Red God, the mystical man obviously looked like the type.}

^{༓☾— Hebe was glad she did not grow up in the ruins, though the priestess wouldnt have lived anywhere else nowadays, the desert could undoubtedly be an unkind place. Like the little nurse ahead, she had stayed home from the raids first wave, opting to stay in camp and prepare a church service. Passing the anxious youth floating wine bottles at her side as she prepared, a torn black ear would flick with suspicion. You look nervous..Are they talking about you? The telepath wordlessly asked, turning to look at the muttering ncps with an empathic sigh.}

^{༓☾— Hadnt Ren been offering to take care of him? Now he was sprinting laps around camp- total crackhead behavior from Freaky. Stepping up next to Lorey with a shrug and smile, the hobbeling triped would silently join his loop, still only running a third as fast as the hyena as she weaved through camp following his old footsteps- only to halt after two quick laps, catching her breath with the other two ruiners before her. That was why she didnt go to the raid.}

^{༓☾— She lifted a bald paw to her chin with a tight smile and giggle, looming over the Reagent from her altars throne. It was pretty common to know how to read in the cartel, so it was jarring to see someone in a deputy position not know, even if she herself had only really learned how post recent promotion. Yeah, friend Lorey knows. Even if the leopard was not praying, the hellhound would bow her head with a smile, letting the heathenism slide in exchange for the explanation. Thinking about Glitterpaws confession, she tapped her snout with a thoughtful claw. They didnt raise their youth with prayer? No wonder everyone thought the guy was so evil, he was getting no recognition for his heavenly efforts. Think about how great it is that he sends us fresh, healthy prey and clean water. Beg that he will help us in times of war and let everyone you love come home safely from the raid. How would you feel if you watched over a hundred ruiners, when most of them do not even believe in you! Hebe would probably do alot worse than poison the river. Was the nile even unpoisoned yet, or was that just how it was now? Then, we can all just eat bread and wine and hang out and stuff.}  

^{༓☾— If she wasnt in the void or her church, the scavenger was on the corpse border. She practically lived there, trailing the desert outskirts with the corpses and maggots. Seeing another clanmate get so close to the abandoned bodies was very exciting, quickily the tripod was trotting forward to investigate. Death was never something Hebe feared personally- the priestess was undoubtedly confident moments after dying she would simply be born again and her current old, battered vessel could finally cull over and sink back into the sand. She longed for it, even. Do you... like bones? the telepath would hopefully pry, grinning as she stepped beside the nuse. Are you worshipping?}

^{༓☾— Hearing an unfamiliar voice muttering further down from along their border, the omnipotent Hebe would teleport over, stepping close to get a good look at the thin canine approacher, sinking back with a long smile as she seemingly concluded her observations. He was a little shorter, but kinda looked like he could be her long last dad. More than twice as old, though both were lanky, skeletal black furred canids with long, furry tails. This unfamiliar certainly was in better shape than the rotting priestess, however. You are not liking the bodies, Hebe can tell.The undertaker scavenger would shrug disappointedly. That was good, meant the border was doing its job. Welcome to the ruins, Finn. Want to start walking to camp, where there is no corpses?}

^{༓☾— Inevitably, the hellhound priestess was there, waiting to be handed her task with a smile on her thin black face. Something for Hebe please..! Though she would be almost certain to do whatever was asked, it would undoubtedly be twisted through her own vague interpretation anyways.}

^{༓☾— Faintly picking up the offer, Hebe slipped from the void to teleport in front of Cherrywine with a big smile "Ch..Cherry That ssSounds like a gr-great idea..." It was nice, speaking again and taking control of her powers, even if the horrid stutter had returned too. The skeletal hellhound gingerly sat, lifting a hairless paw to her white lips in thought. Hopefully she would actually know whoever the young apprentice chose. What would be a good question? How many feet do they have? Do they maybe have a substance abuse problem? Maybe something a little broader. "aaaAre They... A cat, dog, ooorr neiiiitther?" Personally she was certainly in the dog category. Cherrywine honestly kinda looked like a 'both', even if the thought felt a little rude.}

༓☾— A specific set of powers left the high Priestess practically omnipotent over the desert, the cryptic girl was always watching. Noticing a mix of people gathering at her beloved border as she watched comfortably from the void she teleported to suddenly appear between Eden and Glitterpaw, stepping forward to get a good look at the unfamiliar before slinking back with the ruiners. "wwWhy So nervousss? Sssomethings gr-growing out y-your Foot." She teased Eden, sitting down with a yawn. Formalities had been taken care of, from here on out it was just a name and a walk home until he was a ruiner like he wanted. Torn ears perked and pinned back as she noticed the damaged leg, empathically recalling her own pre-joining ordeals that had left her pathetically tripedal. "Erm.. Is your leg alright? I c-could g-give You ssome New band..a..ges or sssomething..?" That was a little out of her job description, but clean wrappings weren't that accessible to loners, and infection could turn scary fast.

༓☾— For some reason or another, she was feeling particularly confrontational this morning. Seeking out Finnegan was easy, the Priestess had complete omnipotency over the ruins- from her Void she could watch everyone mull about camp like worker ants and teleport down instantly. Finally spotting the familiarly thin black wolf the magical girl would suddenly appear in front of him. She chewed thoughtfully on her busted white lip, tail swinging lowly behind her as she gingerly considered her words. Why was he scared of her? Everyone was put off of her some way or another, it seemed. No matter what exactly it was, it was certainly not going to change- but it would still be nice to know just what the problem was. Sure, she may have looked 'scary', but she was just sick. That felt unfair.

Whats up, Finn? The telepath visibly relaxed, dropping her tense demeanour. Maybe she wasn't feeling so confident after all. It wasn't really his fault, anyways. You liking the ruins? Hebe thinks it kinda stinks sometimes. Honestly, the cartel was much homeiler for her, but the ruins had all her friends now- not to mention the Red God probably didn't want her leaving. FINN A.R.K.

༓☾— Dropping from thin air above Ren and Cin the young priestess landed between them on unsteady legs, dramatically catching her balance with an excited grin. Teleporting wasn't really easy- sometimes she overshot. The willowy hellhound carefully dusted away sand from knotted black forelimbs, wide white eyes fixing from ruiner to ruiner as she happily followed the conversation. In the scavengers neverending search of pleasant bones, herbs were always an unintended added bonus. If it wasn't for the odd twists of fate that had lead to becoming a ruins cult leader, she would've probably tried to become a healer somewhere a little more pleasant than the busy desert. Took a big brain though, and that was the barrier for Hebe. "..mmMayyybee about the W-Waterwayy?" she singingly suggested, only to thoughtfully bite her tongue, "It is-isn't Still Poisoned, rrighttt..?" That actually kinda sounded like her job to know, considering who had poisoned it. Maybe he had been feeling a little jollier after the sacrifices and raid.

༓☾— Boneclan was certainly pretty cool in the priestesses books, moons ago the peckish black hound had been lucky enough to briefly serve as an ambassador for them during her life with the Cartel. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the appeal was totally in their graveyard. Only in her most favourable of dreams the dubious ruiner lived in a lushious, herb filled graveyard peppered with emmaculate headstones and beautiful religious motifs, the fertile soil below it all stuffed with free bones for taking only a few feet underground. But alas, she had chosen the gory desert by a desperate circumstance instead. Already smiling, Hebe appeared in front of the unfamiliar man out of thin air upon spotting him in her omnipotent view. Maybe they were enemies, or maybe allies, maybe each group actually had nothing to do with each other. Either way, she'd always be nice to anyone who lived somewhere like that, even if only in a possibly futile effort to step into that personal paradise one more time. If it wasn't for an unexpected newfound devotion to the Red God, she'd been living there weeks ago.

"D-do you guys stillll live in that g-Grrrraaaveyard?"

༓☾— Today was her birthday. 365 whole days ago on the cartel's peninsula, a tiny healthy Hebe was born. It felt important, not many people would accomplish as much as she had in their first year of life, granted they even lived that long. The now three legged wolf-like creature had barely survived the long 12 months herself. In anticipation for this special day, she had been studying the Red God almost maniacally. Her personal void and private church pyramid had become dramatically stocked with books, artifacts, and candles in the busy past week. Each day she loved and appreciated Him more and grew only more frustrated with her ungrateful, heatheneous clanmates. They owed him everything, and most of these pitiful people could barely think up a prayer each night. Sure, he had no bodily form, but why did that prevent them for seeing his heavenly inputs? Without change it would only be a matter of time until he rightfully bestowed upon them some plague, famine or storm. Since her promotion to priestess she had been anticipating and planning this eventful afternoon. Confidently Hebe staunterd to the usual meeting clearing, chest puffed as she stood. "I-It's Hebe's birthday, sooo we're all gonna dooo the Red Trials..." The girl sung, beaming through her words. These tasks wouldn't be easy- he needed to be pleased now, not satisfied. "If a-anyone Would Like T-to take a task for the Red God, step forward.." She tactfully left out the subsequent title, hoping to attract a genuinely interested group.

༓☾— Hebe daintily teleported from her private dimension to land between Speedfreak and Arya, already giggling. "You g-guyss do Not t-take very kindly to bovine, hmm?" Every creature was equal to the benevolent priestess, a wolf was no less conscious than a massive burly cow beast in her blank eyes, that was why she refused to hunt. He seemed pretty cool compared to many of the men that turned up here to, no angst or obnoxious pride. "Want s-sssome water, Ivan? No w-water in Our Rivers, just b-bloooOood.." Such a big creature must need a constant influx of energy. For a moment the magic user would vanish before their eyes back into the Void, hastily stepping around the cluttered dark space until her little flower-painted canteen was spotted and taken into her hold. In the blink of an eye she was back, the cute tin floating towards the buffalo-yak-ox-whatever.