After leaving Torchline and speaking to Sunjata, and idea had come to Edmund. The Climb was Mother Dygra's now that she was awake. At least, it should be. And that should be known. He'd manage to convince a merchant leaving Torchlien to sell some supplies to him and now it was time to begin.
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Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 19 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 19 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds ✓
Age: 35 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 21 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: MOIRA - Regular - Crow
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12-18-2022, 01:34 PM
Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Well would you look at that." Danta's crooning voice comes from somewhere behind Edmund; after his little jaunt down to Torchline, of course he's come back home to cause trouble have a rest. Perched cross-legged on a nearby slab of obsidian, his tail lashing a slow and lazy sweep behind him, he tilts his head at the young Ancient. "A little baby construction worker."
Baring his teeth in a fanged grin, he leans an arm on one of his bent knees and tilts his head. "I'm not so sure the cathedral needs much building though, little worker. It's already finished." Rolling to stand, Danta has discarded his rags in favour of some of Torchline's wares, which suit him beautifully, if he does say so himself. His pride and joy has been the long coat he's found, all ruddy, reddish leather and shiny buckles. Shirtless beneath it, he's like some curious vagrant as he invades Edmund's personal space to gaze over his shoulder. "An arch? What is it for?" 'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
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12-28-2022, 12:08 AM
"Mornin', sugar," a low, throaty voice drawled out from the shadows, aimed at Dantalion. "And you brought me breakfast, how sweet!" The voice belonged to a tall, muscular woman walking barefoot from one of the tunnels that led to Frey's Breath. Water still steamed from her bronze skin but her hair was already twisted back up and held in an artfully loose coil by a pair of sharp metal hair sticks.
A towel was wrapped around her torso, theoretically protecting her modesty down to mid-thigh but she wasn't in any hurry to change into the clothes that swung nonchalantly from the string bag dangling from her fingertips. Sizing the two males up, she stalked towards them with a feline grace that had more to do with a tigress than a lady. "Bit skinny for my tastes, though," she purred a pout, looking Edmund up and down with frank appraisal - and finding him lacking. "Couldn't you have found something with a bit more meat on its bones?" As she finished her circuit of the boys she stopped behind Danta and leaned over his shoulder in turn, pressing against him with a fine lack of interest in personal space or boundaries in order to look at Edmund's sketch. "Hmm? What's this?"
Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 19 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 19 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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01-01-2023, 12:50 AM
the Maverick
Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds ✓
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but you can't be free
"I am aware," Danta purrs, of where the cathedral is - it was his altar of worship long before Edmund was a twinkle in his great-grandfather's eye, after all. He parts his lips to give his opinion (why?) of the whole archway business when a familiar crooning voice reaches his ears, and he flashes a fanged smile over his shoulder at Zefira, happily sandwiched between the two Ancients.
"Now, now. We do not eat the young blood - life isn't so dire yet, is it?" He raises his eyebrows at her, his tone teasing. "Anyway, the fellow wants to create a tribute for our mother - and that is never something to discourage." Speaking of which, Danta thoroughly enjoys the idea of collecting up bones, and so - clapping Edmund on the shoulders and peeling himself away from his little sandwich - he goes to start looking. What he's doing should be obvious by the way he starts hefting around the ribcage of what likely used to be a fyrhund, but fuck if he's let them know. Danta tells nobody, but he does start to collect bones! 'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
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01-01-2023, 10:09 PM
"Not even a snack? Surely he wouldn't miss a hand... or at least a few fingers?" she pouted at Danta before dropping a fanged nibble at the place where his neck and shoulder met. The older man's silver tongue brought up a convincing argument before she could get further distracted and she sighed theatrically and leaned back.
"The entire Climb is Dygra's fortress, cub. But since I'm bored at the moment..." With a rolling shrug that threatened the security of the towel she stood back and let Danta scamper off to start his scavenging. With a stretch of powerful muscles beneath silky skin the cloth did come loose and begin to slip, but her form was already shifting, her colors swapping as black fur rippled up from beneath copper skin, and the black stripes tattooed in it began to glow red-hot and run, dripping molten copper at her feet. Er, paws. A massive female molten tiger in her prime padded off to swipe a contemptuous paw at a stalagmite, knocking it loose so she could bat it back towards Edmund before going in hunt of more stones to send skittering back his way. And if some of them knocked into the little lad, well... Oops? Zef turns into a tiger and ambles off to knock rocks back towards Edmund!
Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
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01-01-2023, 10:45 PM
the Maverick
Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds ✓
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Change author: Posts: 901 | Total: 17,406 MP: 1881 Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Ooh, he's amibitious. I could get to like that," Danta remarks, though it's mostly to himself as he collects up the bones and hefts them back towards Edmund. He's obviously not as impressive as Zefira, though, what with the big tiger paws and the destruction of volcanic rock; Danta reminds himself to preen for her later, so she doesn't forget how beautiful and powerful he is.
In the meantime, it's apparently time to build. Nudging the bits of skeleton he's collected with a bare toe, the Ancient flashes a grin to Zef and gestures to it. "Would you handle my bones with care while I erect these rocks?" he asks, wondering if he could fit any more innuendo into the sentence (probably, but he's just warming up). With that suggestion cast out, Danta begins to stack the stone and mortar to construct the archway. It will be organic and rugged and chaotic, and that, he thinks, is how their mother would like it. Danta starts to stack stone and mortar to make the arch! 'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
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01-03-2023, 09:29 PM
"Hmmm," was all she purred in response to Edmund's fluff and vinegar, unimpressed but not having anything more entertaining at the moment then needling the new blood. Besides, the wanton destruction his little project entailed was fun enough as they got underway, her tail twitching at Danta's aside.
When it seemed they had enough debris to begin, she shifted back into a form with more convenient opposable thumbs and dusted the pumice from her hands, unconcerned with her nudity. Dantalion's offer brought a throaty chuckle from her as she looked him over. "Aren't I always careful, sugar?" she purred. He was still in one piece, after all. "Though I have to admit, these are larger than the ones you usually give me." With a wicked grin she sauntered over to her bag of clothing and pulled on leather pants and a vest to protect her more delicate bits while they played with sharp toys. She didn't dally too long, however, before returning to push Danta's bones into the convenient holes left in the construction project. Zef puts bones into holes!
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01-04-2023, 06:55 PM
the Maverick
Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds ✓
Age: 35 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 21 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: MOIRA - Regular - Crow
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01-07-2023, 09:31 PM
Dantalion
but you can't be free
Were Danta the type of man to care more about accomplishing a task than making filthy jokes, perhaps he'd have been a bit disappointed with his efforts. As it stands, though, he's too busy watching Zefira tragically clothe herself, flashing a predatory grin her way for her trouble. "No," he tells her bluntly, "and it is very much a turn on. And they aren't larger, it's just your hands have gotten smaller with old age."
Ahem. Anyway. Finishing his disastrous contribution to the archway, Danta's all ears when it comes to the next part. "Now you're talking," he purrs to Edmund, promptly prowling away into the boiling landscape. It isn't long before he returns, dragging with him the body of a Blind Swamp Rat, picked off from its fellows and maimed before being dispatched. "Do we get to eat it afterwards?" he asks conversationally. "After the bleeding, I mean." Danta kills a Blind Swamp Rat! 'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
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01-08-2023, 06:52 AM
"Hmm." Despite his contradiction, Zef looked positively pleased at the flattery - right up until he turned his verbal fangs on her and she flashed him a sharp grin that was as much threat as amusement. "Bold words, sugartits," she purred. "I'll certainly remember them the next time I have some tender part of you in these little ol' hands of mine." Promises, promises...
But despite how bad Danta turned out to be at getting things up, their busy little baby bee managed to supplement his efforts and erect a fitting tribute. Zefira wasn't displeased with the final result, standing back to look it over critically and making some last adjustments. After pounding a few more bones into Danta's holes even she nodded with satisfaction and waited to see what Edmund would suggest next. "Blood? Is that all?" For a long moment the brightly predatory way she looked at Edmund might have given away the train of her thought. Someone here had plenty of blood just lying around... But she laughed, deep and bright, and before the echoes had died away she had shifted into her tiger form again and flowed out to the hunt. She returned a little while after Danta, thick neck muscles bunched beneath her obsidian fur as she dragged a modest rock slider, perhaps eight feet long and still feebly twitching, into the chamber. She settled beneath the arch and began to messily disembowel it like a house cat playing with a tube toy, making sure most of the blood spray was directed up at their little construction as large claws gleefully shredded the serpent. Zef kills a rock slider!
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Age: 19 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 19 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
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01-12-2023, 02:38 PM
the Maverick
Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds ✓
Age: 35 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 17 - Dext: 21 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: MOIRA - Regular - Crow
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01-13-2023, 07:47 PM
Dantalion
but you can't be free
Listen, okay, a man's gotta eat. And given that Danta is covered in rat blood when he returns (he's licking it from his fingers), there's always the chance he can rub himself all over Zefira's bones to coat the archway crimson, right? Right, Edmund? No? Ugh, fine.
"You enjoy yourselves," he drawls, waving a hand at the lial and the rock slider, before prowling away to try and find something else to kill. This time he finds himself on an outcrop of rock overlooking a pack of fyrhunds, and it's only at the opportune moment that he flings himself into the fray. No molten tiger is Danta, and so he relies on his own wiles to get the job done; hopefully this time he'll have something more to show for it when he returns. Danta heads out again and targets a fyrhund this time! 'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
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