DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
Wandering, wandering, wandering, a custom he’d instilled within his movements and motions at a young age; childhood drifting turned to teenage, feral wildness, shifted to an adulthood where he could process, where he could meander, where he could chisel his way into something other than oblivion. The woods were calming, despite their haunted, poignant exterior, comfortable in their formidable grace, where the shadows crept, where the darkness hovered, where the copses and timber reminded him of ichor, of blood, of battlefield trenches and graves dug where his friends had fallen. But here, here, there were no sovereigns shouting their laws. There were no Loreseekers demanding, commanding, some other ridiculous, manipulative tactics. There were no bedlam traces rankling his hide, consuming his flesh. He breathed in the ether of the forest, and searched for something and nothing all at once.
He hadn’t arrived empty-handed, swords and knives strapped to his belt, his bag of holding over his shoulder in case he stumbled upon an animal or plant worthy of hunting or plucking. It was a venture, a sojourn, but not useless or ineffectual. But the shimmer of movement, of light beckoning over to his left made an unearthly growl stir from his chest. He knew the presence, the essence, of a will-o-wisp; had nearly succumbed to their meandering, pandering whispers, to their duplicitous attentions (the cries of ghosts; the otherworldly shackles of something that couldn’t be mankind, taking memories and kindling them as whole, as true, as tangible strands). The beast swallowed, maneuvered away, carefully proceeding as if he hadn’t seen it at all. He understood its threatening, devious nature, the reeling exposition and exposure of such a creature – he just didn’t want part of it again, had no intention of being led astray and down into some snare, some trap, some torturous chamber. Except, then there was a savage scream. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
gunmetal bones and wolf's teeth
for Ashetta |
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the Resurrected Sword
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08-01-2019, 05:26 PM
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08-02-2019, 04:41 PM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
It would be a bold-faced lie to say Ashe wasn’t curious about the Greatwood, but her steps were infinitely wary as she traversed the unfamiliar woods of Mort’s Herald. Her sense of wonder was hampered, her shoulders tense, her eyes sharp. Her steps were silent, her hand running over the smooth, red bark of a tree as she considered a lantern just ahead… And the lantern was moving. Someone with any concept of self preservation might have turned around. Someone with even a single grain of sense would have seen a bobbing light through the trees of a haunted god-wood and turned the fuck around. Not Ashe, of course. Ashe was a fucking idiot. In a flash, it was the paws of a wolf that padded after the light, ears forward and golden eyes gleaming. She could hear it faintly -- unintelligible whispers that beckoned her forward. Her pelt prickled with unease, but she wanted to know. As she approached, the voices became… familiar. ’Ashe.’ She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes going wide. Kalt? But it couldn’t be him. There was still only that howling, empty wind between her soul and his, the bond consumed with agonizing silence. ’Ashe,’ he called again, and she swore a knife twisted in her chest. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t. Then there was a shrill giggle -- Theea. Her heart started to race in spite of herself, and she launched after the voices. The she-wolf let out a soft, whining bark as more of those lights appeared. What were they? Their voices hurt, the mockeries of her soul-bonded and their daughter. Shut UP! she snarled toward the lights, snapping her teeth at one that wisped by her jaws. Other voices joined them -- Northaveners and Northwinders she would never see again. And then --- ’Ashetta.’ Her blood ran cold, her paws skid and scrambled through the leaves to stop. The warped, dark voice hissed along her bones, twisted into her chest. The Master of Assassins. The bobbing lights moved in closer around her, dancing to and fro, and a savage growl rose in her throat. Her head swung around, searching for the source, for that dark mask that haunted her every dream, but there were only the lights dancing away, and she gave chase again. She couldn't see the sharp drop into a rocky ravine they were trying to direct her to. ’Very good, Ashetta, the warped voice of her Master said again, and she spun to snap her jaws down around another light. This time it hit, and she flinched back with a yelp as a blood curdling scream shattered through the air, sounding too familiar, like it could be anyone she loved. I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. the Resurrected Sword
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08-02-2019, 05:34 PM
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08-03-2019, 01:31 AM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Too many voices, too many demons. How many of them were the cries of those that fell to her blades? How many were the ones she didn’t save, the people she loved that were murdered because of her? The whites of her eyes rimmed the blazing gold, ears pinned back as the lights closed in and in and in. One voice stood out above the rest, sending her pelt bristling with a feral snarl on her face. She thought her heart might explode with her Master’s voice curling into her bones. ’You’ve done well, Assassin in Blue.’ A clear voice rang out over the cacophony of memories. It sounded unfamiliar. Real. She snapped her head around to see a man---gods, a very large man---fast approaching. A wild snarl ripped from her throat and she cowered back, hedged in by the lights and the newcomer. ’You’ve done very well.’ She wanted to howl her rage. She wanted to see the Master of Assassins and end him all over again. There were only the lights directing her back. Lights, and a man shouting for the wolf to get back. She had almost forgotten she was in Ludo’s Wood, almost forgot who and where she was entirely. She sensed the creeping, cold magic the man exuded, a magic she dimly recognized from someone a long time ago. She barked low and scrambled back, but seeing the man sparked some sense of reality in her as the lights quieted under the magical attack. Her eyes watched the mage before her with wary eyes, but her attention was brought to the nearest bobbing, infernal light. She snapped her jaws at it with a snarl, whipping her head around to close her jaws around the next. I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. the Resurrected Sword
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08-03-2019, 09:29 PM
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08-06-2019, 09:39 PM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Vvoices began to quiet. Lights began to dim, and those that did not fail completely zipped away from the magic pressing in upon them. Ashe snarled at the few that remained, one ear on the very real person. Her jaws snapped down around another of the creatures, screams echoed, and she spun around to face the next and--- There was only the man left. Large, imposing, a warrior born and bred in every inch of him. She remained crouched, very still, ears back and eyes locked on the man that helped her. Friend or foe? Even in this, she couldn't be sure. The wolf swallowed and licked her jaws, taking a slow step back. She should thank him. Or at least be in a better position to defend herself if he wasn't so friendly. She shifted in a flash, exposing her form as not but a very small woman with short black hair, and wild fire-blue eyes. She crouched in the dirt, rising slowly to stand, and even then he towered over her. "Thank you..." she said warily. She swallowed and glanced around at the trees before locking her eyes back on Deimos. "Do you know what those were?" I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. the Resurrected Sword
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08-07-2019, 12:59 AM
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08-07-2019, 08:55 PM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
As quickly as he arrived, the fierce warrior melted down into something that lacked aggression or hostility. She narrowed her eyes a moment keeping her hands loose at her sides as she regarded the man. He was certainly stronger than her, but we he faster? More ruthless? Cunning? Creative? What would he want from her if there was a sign of having the upper hand? Best not to find out. While being underestimated her whole life had been a key player in her infamy and how untouchable she'd been, it had taught her to never underestimate anyone else. He had helped her though, a wolf, a wild beast for all he knew. As with every new soul, she withheld her judgement. Kalt, Vai, Ronin, Remi --- the only ones she trusted beyond the shadow of a doubt. She wondered if there would ever be more than that, or if everyone she looked at would have the potential to betray her. Paranoia, it seemed, would be a tougher demon to tackle than others. It kept her alive this long. Deimos. She tucked the name away in her memory, burning it there with his face --- and a memorable face at that. The face of a warrior. Of a killer. She knew them when she saw them. Hadn't Kiada named him as friend? "Ashe," she answered, and as if reminded to, she took quick stock of herself. "I'm fine." Her fire blue eyes lifted to glance about at the trees, Ludo's Wood blanketed in soft silence now without the echoes of her ghosts assaulting her senses. "I read about them back home," she said on the Wil-O-Wisps. She frowned. "They were a lot fucking nicer in fairytales." She had read of many things in fantasy books back in Northwind and Northaven alike. So much of the things she dreamed about from those stories she devoured were here in this world. Dragons, unicorns, griffins, fae, even gods. None of it was anything like in the stories. Ashe looked back to Deimos, tilting her head up at him in an almost canine way. "What is it you're doing out here?" she asked boldly. I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. the Resurrected Sword
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08-08-2019, 11:08 PM
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08-14-2019, 06:17 PM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Deimos laughed just barely, a sound of distant thunder, and she found herself quirking a brow in reply, fighting the half smile pulling at her lips. It had become too easy to laugh freely with strangers lately. Thinking back on her discussion with a certain loreseeker, it occurred to her to wonder if that was actually a bad thing or not. Was it? Every instinct roared that it was. Idiocy, letting her guard down. She did huff and nod in agreement, at least. ”Reality’s a bitch,” she echoed, her tone dry. She took a deep breath, working on relaxing the hostility in her stance, to match the careful curiosity she felt from the man. She glanced him over, tilting her head as she assessed and weighed and considered. Exploring. It seemed an easy explanation, didn’t it? That’s what she was doing, to some effect. She hardly knew the Greatwood, and Ludo’s wood had been the first place she’d been drawn to. It wasn’t as if she had anything else she could do, helpless to her family going missing, helpless to her brother getting sick, helpless to the Launcelyn takeover. Ashe crossed her arms as the question was turned back on her, biting the inside of her lip with thought. ”Exploring too, I guess,” she said with a half shrug, but there was an edge of bitterness to her tone. ”I needed something to do.” She glanced to the trees, solemn and quiet. ”You’ve faced those things before? What else is out here?” I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. the Resurrected Sword
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08-14-2019, 10:11 PM
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08-20-2019, 06:43 PM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Ashe listened with more curiosity than she cared to admit. An Undine.. what even was that? That it had been blighted was disheartening... but saved? And she had heard of niads, certainly, read about them in the same way she read of wil-o-the-wisps. Were they cruel too, mischievous things that would lead her astray and drive her mad? Then the look from Deimos turned into something different, a glimmer of play behind the clear warning as he spoke of the Fae. Ashe bristled internally, her gut twisting. "Sacrifice?" she repeated. Her jaw set, her eyes narrowing as she extended her senses, waiting to catch an unfamiliar scent, as if they would descend upon her then and there. "They could try." The wolf girl half frowned, looking out and stepping toward the trees. She glanced back at Deimos, as if to ensure her newest companion was following with her silent invitation. Curious about him, and grateful for his help. "I spent some time with.. a friend of yours, I think. Kiada." Her mouth quirked into a smirk, their eventful day together impossible not to smile about. "She said the Fae had a.. pit." She hated saying it, the very implication sending goosebumps across her skin. She remembered being in a different pit, worlds away, where parts of her had died and never come back. "Are they liberal with it?" I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. the Resurrected Sword
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08-20-2019, 10:29 PM
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08-26-2019, 06:46 PM
ASHE does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Memories... she shuddered at the thought, and she wasn't entirely sure what she thought of it. Did it kill the prisoners, or simply make them forget? She didn't have the courage to ask. There were memories she would be glad to be rid of, so many things that would never not haunt her, not make it a struggle to let herself smile. Would it be a blessing for them to be gone? She looked up t Deimos when he was suddenly at her side, and she narrowed her eyes with a likewise impish smile, sharp canines flashing briefly before she looked ahead again. "Always careful," she replied, knowing how much of a lie that was. She was paranoid, to be sure, but careful? She wouldn't have as many scars as she did if she was the careful sort. Ashe brushed her hand over a tree as she passed it, eyes scanning their surroundings. "You're not from here, right? You're an Outlander too," she observed. There was something about him that said other, that he knew of things this world had never seen before. "Was your world anything like this one? Wil-o-the-wisps, gods, unicorn, Fae.." I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy. | ||||||
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