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Post by Blair on May 31, 2015 18:10:23 GMT -5
FJI FINALLY GOT AROUND TO MAKIN IT Also phone post cuz my computer is being rude Curse found herself in the veldtlands once more, and she wondered what Emerson was up to these days. It had been a while since she last talked to him. She had heard of the tragedy that befell Meurtrier from Jasper; could Em be one of the ones that had left? She felt like she was just getting to know him and had hoped they may be friends one day. A familiar scent carried by the wind struck her then. Could it be? She wondered to herself, feeling a bit of deja vu. She had found Elliot's scent in the Veldtlands before, too. But her father? Noxol? Could he be back? Shakily, Curse followed the scent; each step filled her with hope and excitement. As soon as she saw a lone figure in the distance, she sprinted forward, heart hammering away against her chest.
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Post by FJ on May 31, 2015 21:05:10 GMT -5
WOOOO
Noxol Delirious
Returning to the waking world had been a little surprising to the male. Grenade had been much different--he had passed away in his deepened stage of his disease, brought back by a benevolent spirit. Noxol on the other hand had been maw-deep in the between-worlds, where no mortals dared to venture lest they seek death and torment. Most of that existence was simply spirit infested, anyway. Death had been his only company, whether these lost souls, or demons in a wide variety. Not the friendliest company. Time had been easy to lose track of there, and now that he was back where time was fluid and sensible, it felt... like a relief. One he felt he shouldn't afford himself, but here he was, regardless.
The Veldltands had been a strange place to emerge. Out of any lands, it probably contained the most familiar faces. Those he could go to and gain an idea of what things were like, now.
He had been somewhat lost in his musings when the sound of faint, hurried pawsteps prickled at his nape and he turned, audits perked. Instinctively he had nearly prepared to draw upon the source, until his eye beheld the truth and his nose confirmed it. He remembered his cubs, every one of them, never letting go of his silent duty for them. Make this world safe...
"Curse." A blessing of her own. His rugged voice had never changed, though he may have taken on a slightly different appearance. His black bear-fur cloak would nearly envelope her as he moved in to hug her close, a foreleg wrapped around her back, scooping her in. "You've grown, my daughter."
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Post by Blair on Jun 1, 2015 12:51:50 GMT -5
Curse Crimson-Delirious
Her eyes watered up, making her vision blurry; as soon as her father called her name, liquid streamed from her eyes. It was him! It was really him! Her father was in front of her, embracing her, and she was filled with joy. She did not resist against her father pulling her close and she shoved her face into his pelt, inhaling his scent. It had been too long since she last saw him, and he seemed to have changed a bit. The bear-fur cloak caught her attention then as it covered her while she embraced Noxol. It was quite something, that was for sure.
She nuzzled her father, a light purr emitting from her throat. "Where have you been?" She asked him, her voice cracking slightly as she looked up at him. "I've missed you so much!" Golden eyes looked up at him and then a thought occurred to her. Had he seen Elliot; did he have any idea of his condition? "Dad, have you seen Elliot yet?" She asked, the last of her tears soaking into her pelt, and her voice had become clear.
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Post by FJ on Jun 1, 2015 14:48:51 GMT -5
Noxol Delirious
"The between-worlds. Time is not normal, there. I've been searching for your great-grandfather, Sigma. He's disappeared. He had an establishment in Great Falls on the other side of the veil, but it's been relocated and no sign of it remains." He spoke softly, helping wipe away a stream of tears with his paw gently and warmly. His hatred of Sigma was not veiled in the slightest. The name was spoken like it was acid. The thought of the old threat rising again to seek to end Curse and the other cubs was revolting. "I have only spoken with you. Meurtrier and its branch-off prides are nearby, Jasper Crimson among them, but I have yet to speak with him." He rasped his tongue against her cheek, smiling faintly. "How have you been doing?" He could easily lose himself in the explanation of what he had been through, but this was something he felt best to wait a little before doing.
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Post by Blair on Jun 1, 2015 15:19:45 GMT -5
Curse Crimson-Delirious
Her ears fell flat against her skull at Sigma's name, her father's animosity toward him was not hidden at all. "Oh, I see.." She said, "I hope you find him." She offered, though she was a bit worried and did nothing to hide it. She was glad for her father's affection, however, as it had been a long time since they last saw each other. She might have kept nuzzling him had he not spoken of Jasper Crimson.
She wondered if Noxol had been on his way to visit her great-grandfather when she found him. "I have been well, as I hope you have, too?" He looked healthy standing in front of her, but she knew now that looks were not always as they appeared. "I have even joined a pride, Stygian Forte..Elliot was there for a time, but he got in a fight with Yasha." She shook her head in dismay, "Somewhere between the fight..Elliot stopped being Elliot..something else had possessed him." She frowned visibly for her brother's situation, "He had looked weak when I first met him..but some time after the fight, I found him here in the Veldtlands and he looked strong. Stronger than I had ever seen him."
Curse sighed, "Jasper came looking for him, although we- Yasha and I- didn't know it was him at first. He called himself Cináed Bolero." She wanted to inform her father as much as she could, "He explained Elliot's situation..that a demon possessed him. I don't know if he has found him since then or not." She was concerned for her brother, of course, and wondered what Noxol would think of it. She hoped it wasn't too much to take in all at once, though.
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Post by FJ on Jun 1, 2015 20:43:03 GMT -5
I should probably work up a light css or something. Things look nice and easy to read when posts have them.
Noxol Delirious
"Stygian Forte..." This name would be inducted into memory. Perhaps he would go there with her. "I must speak with Jasper before leaving the Veldtlands, I may join you there after." The question over how he was doing was met with a small nod. "Healthy. Being in the between-lands only altered me slightly. Seemed to initiate a growth of horns..." It had to be due to the demonic genes in him. Some might have have been latent, needing to be exposed to corruption to begin formation. It did not bother him.
The news of Elliot drew his eye directly to her's, hawklike, listening intently. "Possessed..." He mulled over the possibility and the recourse of such a thing. It didn't bode well for young Elliot. "I'll see what Jasper knows about it when we speak. I may need to search for Elliot before visiting Stygian Forte. For a weaker creature to become strong, they have to learn how to control themselves. When a possession happens, they interrupt that process." He sincerely hoped they could help Elliot. The nature of the possession was unknown to him, but a demon was a demon unless it proved otherwise. They had to be stopped. He felt regret that he had not come back sooner, but he was here now and would see to this.
A moment of silence from him would ensue as he thought about this, but he came out of it. A slight change in topic may do them well, even if this one was not much lighter. "I'm sure you're wondering how I found a sword." He grabbed it off his back and stabbed it into the ground beside them so she could have a closer look. "Demons sometimes form a relic when they perish. Their resolve and their intent create an object, something symbolic of who they were." The blade was a sharp ebony, red sometimes visible in the gleam, and the hilt a darker silver. "Borne from the ability of some demons to manipulate their form... When I was an adolescent and my brother was a cub, Sigma had our parents killed. Federal disobeyed slightly, taking Fexol since I got away." She would know the story. "I had not returned to our old den for a long time and when I did, I knew nothing of the between-worlds. I visited there some months ago." He would sound sad, though his voice only ever changed subtly, expression not typically on his list of priorities. The male wanted Curse to know his heart. "Your grandfather, Razor, had hidden himself from Sigma until my arrival. His soul became this. His and Mother's bones may have been long gone, but he waited. He never speaks, only gives a flicker of emotion and intent to those who touch the sword." It was a sad fate, but Razor's dying wish was to protect his family. The years did not erode this. It would be with this blade he would end Sigma and Federal, stopping them from harming any more. This is what he had been doing in the between-worlds--he found this relic and began hunting all that plagued the innocent, and got caught up in it. "I will find Elliot, and I will try to heal him."
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Post by Blair on Jun 4, 2015 14:11:17 GMT -5
Curse Crimson-Delirious
She listened to her father's words, and was not surprised that Noxol would be visiting Jasper. However, it was a pleasant surprise that her father said he may join her in Stygian Forte. As he mentioned the horns, she glanced up- somehow she had completely overlooked them. They were quite marvelous in their own way. "I think they add a bit of mystery and wonder to you. Don't worry, Father, you are still as handsome as ever!" She joked lightly, though in all seriousness she believed what she had said to be true.
She understood completely that Noxol would go looking for Elliot before finding Stygian. Even Curse wanted to help, but she felt that demons and possession was too far out of her reach; she'd likely just get in the way. It was a bit disappointing to realize that she couldn't be there for her brother, but she knew he was in good paws with their father.
After some time of Silence, Noxol finally spoke up and mentioned the sword- she had been quite curious where it came from for some time now. She nodded in answer and focused on him as she listened to the story. Curse observed the sword, its hilt a dark silver giving way to the endless black of the blade. She lowered her head, and in doing so, noticed a shimmer of red, though brief. Her brows raised slightly at this and thought that it was beautiful. So far, Noxol's story had been a familiar one, but at the sad note in his voice she looked up at him. The news of Razor's soul turning into a sword was both astonishing and disheartening. Her expression was one of sadness, but her eyes beheld wonder.
"His soul is beautiful," She finally said, "May I?" She looked up at her father, a paw raised toward the flat of the blade as if to touch it. His comment about trying to heal Elliot did not escape her ears, and she smiled lightly, "Thank you, Father, I know you will do your best." She believed in him wholeheartedly, and her tone conveyed that rather easily.
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Post by FJ on Jun 5, 2015 12:57:08 GMT -5
Noxol Delirious
He felt an urge to return to the between-worlds and continue his crusade, but he had to remind himself that the waking world was where he belonged, not with demons and spirits. Being there for his family seemed the most appropriate choice, and there was no denying the warmth of happiness the idea brought. It still felt selfish--he believed Fexol, his brother, to still be a slave under Sigma, but he knew there was little he could do until Sigma made the first move. Nevertheless, at Curse's comment, he chuckled. He had never really considered himself handsome or otherwise, though with his physique, colors, the eyepatch he wore and his horns, not to mention the slight wave in his mane that made it seem unruly, he definitely was handsome. When she asked to touch the blade, he nodded. For any creature not given Noxol or Razor's own diminished approval, the blade would simply disappear, rejecting them on the chance they would steal it. For family descending from Razor, he could feel the familiarity of their soul and their blood, the mortal tinge with the demonic aftertaste. It was a tricky blade. Because of his alliance with mortals, it was almost useless against any regular creature. The blade would dull and be as useless as a stick or even fade out should it be misused in this way. Noxol did not bring this up however, though perhaps Curse could feel the kindness the sword emanated towards her. "I love you, Curse." He meant to reassure her and let her know how much she meant to him, all in a single, simple sentence.
He'd find Elliot and do what he could for him. "Will you be with me as I seek Jasper and Elliot?"
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Post by Blair on Jun 12, 2015 21:24:52 GMT -5
Curse Crimson-Delirious
With her father's approval, her outstretched paw closed the gap between her and the sword. As soon as she touched it, a light gasp escaped her maw in slight surprise. Feeling welled up in her chest, warm and loving, and she wondered if that was Razor's soul speaking to her. It made her smile, and she hoped that the sword would keep her father safe to the best of its abilities.
She turned to look at Noxol as soon as he spoke, her paw lowered slowly until it was back on the ground. Her smile grew immensely as she turned to look at her father, her eyes glistening slightly. Her heart fluttered with happiness, "I love you too, Dad." She went to burry her face in his chest, breathing in his scent.
At her father's question, she stepped back slightly so she could look at him. Her ears lowered slightly, "I wish I could..but it probably wouldn't be a good idea to stay away from the pride for too long without saying anything." It had taken her some time to get to the Veltlands, and she knew the trip back would take just as long. "Well, since we are already nearby..I can at least come with you to find Jasper." She perked up a bit, Curse would be glad to have more time with her father. "..Perhaps if I ask Hannibal.. I can join the two of you later?" Her voice was soft and somewhat hesitant, but audible enough for her father to hear.
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Post by FJ on Jun 13, 2015 1:30:27 GMT -5
Noxol Delirious
It had been a long time since he had felt the comfort of joy, the dance of the heart as life showed its resilience and that good things did exist. He counted his blessings that he had not lost himself to the darkness he strove to fight, that vengeance was not all he sought in his existence. He held on to few things and he clutched them tightly--he could see this, feel this, as she pressed herself into his chest. A shell existed that he had not allowed himself beyond in years. It was cracking.
He had wondered if his children looked down on him for splitting ways with Maya and for his absence. Split-ups were always a bitter thing, and he had been such a mess at the time that he truly could not have fathered them beyond it, and barely managed to father his second and only other litter in lieu of his second attempt at a family having resulted in her getting killed. He suffered as he felt he betrayed the image his parents had given him, and in time swallowed the blackness and used it to cut ties to the mortal world. It had been wrong, but it had been his sacrifice, allowing him to free himself of those regrets. He could feel them surface again, but it wouldn't be the same crippling force, wavering at the daunting task of what he had ahead of him. It felt much more like resolve.
She spoke so hesitantly, he almost questioned it though chose not to. She would learn more about him in the coming time, and that few things ruffled him though when they did, she would definitely know it. "Hannibal?" The name was not familiar. In any case, "I am certain they will understand you when we explain. Still, I cannot keep you. It is your choice." She was an adult and he would respect it. She did bring up a good point, he noted as he paused. They could wait weeks tracking Elliot and still may not find him if he wished to not be found. Jasper would know the boy's habits better than he would. "If Jasper does not know where Elliot is, it would be better to have him look as he lives here while we head out. If we catch scent, that is fortunate, if not we will continue to your pride. I may speak to Yasha then to clarify what occurred and from there, I may return to check in with Jasper. Fortunate for the patriarch of the Crimson's, he has wings." Whatever had happened to Elliot, it was also under Jasper's watch. Hopefully he could trust the male with this much.
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Post by Blair on Jul 2, 2015 12:52:39 GMT -5
Curse Crimson-Delirious
She wasn't too surprised that her father didn't seem familiar with the name Hannibal. "Ah, Hannibal is the leader of Stygian Forte.. I'm sure he will understand." She explained, but then she tilted her head slightly when he spoke again and mentioned Yasha. Perhaps...did he know the old Neko?
She could always save her question for later..or wait and see Yasha's reaction when she sees Noxol. "Giant, powerful wings, at that." She gave her father a nuzzle once more, "Then shall we head out?"
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