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Post by Jason on Feb 16, 2013 19:20:20 GMT -5
A blood stained countenance was stuck in a nearly perpetual frown. Fangs retracted as his eyes closed. Veton felt miserable right now. True, he had just had his fill of blood, but there were other issues with his life right now. The sun was set and the sky stained red, birds of the day retiring and the owls awakening. It was the time he preferred. He was a vampire, after all. He slowly descended into the water by the dens; letting it wash away the blood, cool his already cold body even further. He slipped his glasses and collar off as he cleaned himself in the pool. It was not as if he was a dirty beast to begin with, rather, he was a bit of a neat freak. His den was neat and orderly, his mane always combed and straight, styled. Bugs bothered him; he would have fit if a spider were to land on him.
Veton did his best to relax in the water, this territory brought back fond memories. He planned to spend more time here and imagine what could have been. Maybe he would eventually ask to join Jaaku. They were not too much like himself, but one he had held dear had once been a member. “For the sake of nostalgia,” he mumbled, his head barely above the surface. He did not need to breathe, but if felt nice.
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Post by kahara on Feb 26, 2013 5:17:17 GMT -5
TEAR& MEURTE
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Post by Πecιrιdæ on Feb 26, 2013 14:25:30 GMT -5
Hassun.
The old male slowly slumped out of his well shaded den for what seemed to be the first time in ages. He let out a large yawn and stretched at the opening of his den before it opened up into a shallow quarry with surrounding dens and bushes. It was odd for the male to emerge from his den at this time, as he normally spent that time sleeping. Plus he did not show his face much around the territory, especially ever since Huile left the clan. The prairie still saw himself as a coward, he did not contribute much in the wars, and sort of hid himself away. He was old enough to retire, but he refused to do so. He was still afraid of what his father thought, how frustrated, disappointed he must be. Both his first children were basically failures, a disgrace to the old dominant. He cringed at the thought of that word. He hated it. but it was sadly true. Looking ahead to the shallow pool of water he counted three bodies. Might as well. He decided before slowly approaching the group. Stop. His heart pounded. Eyes squinted, staring at the male with the golden coat. Huile? No, impossible. Gone for good. Shaking his head he forced himself to keep moving forward. Hassun did not believe he could ever face Huile again after all that happened, but he couldn't help but wonder if it ever would. Would he ever meet the male again? It would probably be better if they never did. Taking a calming deep breath as he came up on the subordinates he nodded his head slightly to greet them. "Hello." Was all he could manage for the moment. He slid down on his paws and put his weight on his side.
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Post by Caylis on Feb 26, 2013 17:16:05 GMT -5
Icarus | Tanya
The demonic male, instead of going around Meurtrier territory to see Brynn--his love-- was walking around, his green gaze looking around for something to do. He saw two subordinates, one old demonic which he didn't know what rank he was and an ally. He climbed up a cherry blossom tree, his claws lodged into wood as he finally reached the top branch. He was quite shy around others, the forest/tundra demonic shook his head, leaped and landed on all fours, a few tail-lengths away. "Hello. Fine weather, isn't it? I'm glad Meurtrier and Jaaku finally recieved Shadow Veldt back from Chitor, i'm also pleased that Funeral had kicked Ceon's ass. It's about time the fool was silenced."
The leucistic demonic assassin was stalking a stag, her eyes locked on her prey, nothing would stop her. She crept forward without a sound as she leaped, her paws outstretched as she landed on it's back, hissing as the stag tried to push her off with it's long antlers. Tanya's claws was at their full extend as she raked her claws down it's side, making it bellow in pain as she dug her claws into the back of it's neck. Blood splattered her muzzle as she bit into the flesh of the stag, after a few seconds, it fell to it's side, surrendering itself to Tanya, a sort of offer. The feline walked into the pool of blood surrounding the stag's throat, she grasped the back of it's neck, dragging it back to camp. It was a big one, well she guessed that spring was on the way, she just hoped that she'd please Raegan. "Jaaku, here I come."
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Post by Jason on Feb 27, 2013 11:21:26 GMT -5
Veton let only his ears stick above the water when the pair that he assumed were siblings approached. Their scent had seemed familiar, and he had wanted to think about that for a few moments. Whom did they resemble? He could hear other paws as well and his ear disappeared as they flattened against his head. This was yet another example of why one would never describe him as friendly. His head surfaced, though his eyes remained closed. One could not tell, as his black mane now coated his face like oil. Unless he had his glasses on, his vision was a hindrance. “I prefer introductions before we begin with the idle chatter,” he replied coolly. His thick tail twitched and left the water. The base of his tail was thick, and the entire length had an abnormal amount of muscle upon it. It seemed to be a multipurpose tool, balance and a weapon. He lifted himself out of the water and stood, though he did not leave the pool. “I am Veton Lamiat. And I suppose you could infer that something is indeed bothering me. And who are you three?” He had an aristocratic demeanor to him and everything he did. This was partially due to his great age. He turned his head toward the new voice who had been preceded by the sound of a heavy landing. “I wish others would stop going on about that,” he heaved, followed by a snort. “And does fine weather not usually refer to daytime? Cast your gaze heavenward. It is night.”
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Post by kahara on Feb 27, 2013 23:16:09 GMT -5
MEURTE & TEAR
[/i] Said the male. Then they both looked at Hassun and acknowledged his greeting with a polite bow of the head. "Hello." Tear and Meurte replied, though not at the same exact time. Then Meurte looked at Icarus while Tear seated herself. "Nothing I suppose you'd like to talk about. Everyone likes to keep those sort of things in. I for--""There's never any fun because of that. No one wants to let those emotions out." Meurte cut in and sat down as well. But his attention was on Icarus. "I can't help but to agree with grumpy. I mean, we get it, yay we took down the enemy. Can't we concentrate on anything else though?" He continued on and then returned his attention to Hassun, curious if the male had anything to add to this enchanting conversation.[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Πecιrιdæ on Feb 28, 2013 19:15:40 GMT -5
Hassun.
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The prairie made a small dip of his head to Veton. "My name is Hassun." His ears flicked as he listened to the siblings. Yellow eyes drifted up at the new arrival. Not a face he recognized. Hassun leaned over a bit and put his nose near Meurte's ear while his eyes remained glued to the other male. "Who's the newbie?" He kept his voice low. He did not have any input to the rest of the conversation other than the little blurb to Muerte for the moment.
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Post by Caylis on Feb 28, 2013 19:40:00 GMT -5
Icarus dipped his head in respect to the subordinate as he meowed. "I am Icarus, a subordinate of Jaaku Clan. I just became a warrior a few weeks ago." He looked at Veton and nodded with respect as he knew he was an ally to Jaaku, maybe he could see Brynn later, after this conversation. But he didn't want to leave yet, he wanted to know these four so he could get to know them first. Besides, if a war ever came, he had to know them all well enough to fight by their side, however he doubted that a war will come in years.
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Post by Jason on Mar 1, 2013 20:14:10 GMT -5
Veton left the water finally, slowly. He shook his mane from his eyes and sat on the bank, his unfocused maroon gaze on the blurred moon. He could only tell it was such due to its comparative size and brightness. “And how do you fare this evening?” The question was for all. “I am willing to disclose my feelings, though I’ve no skill in expressing my emotions save through actions,” he stated. He laid down and heaved. “I am longing for my beloved. It has been quite some time since I last saw her. With her, I tasted how sweet a mortal life could have been and now time moves so slowly and the nights too long. Vampires were not designed to love,” he groaned. Had he said too much? He did not want to seem weak in front of the pride his mate had once belonged to. Icarus seemed a bit rough for his tastes, so did Meurte, but there was little he could do. He did not belong to Jaaku, so he could not send them from his sight, nor was he likely to become one of high standing.
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Post by kahara on Mar 2, 2013 2:25:10 GMT -5
MEURTE & TEAR
[/i] He murmured in reply. Then he and Tear both looked at Veton as he expressed his sorrows. Meurte was less interested about the woes of love lost. He had no idea where he or his sister's mother was, or their father. Though at such a thought he turned to look at Hassun. "Do you know if the member Huile still lingers?" Meurte asked. Tear however was set on Veton. She, unlike her brother, had compassion and sat down. "Who was she?"[/ul][/blockquote] |
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Post by Caylis on Mar 2, 2013 6:12:38 GMT -5
Icarus looked at the immortal feline with sympathy, he sat down and said. "I-I'm so sorry to hear that, sir Veton. Please forgive for my roughness. Tell us what happened and we could accompany you." The forest tundra demonic mix yawned as he was tired but he had to stay awake to hear Veton's story.
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Post by Πecιrιdæ on Mar 7, 2013 19:35:17 GMT -5
Hassun.
Hassun relaxed back onto his side and looked to the golden pelted male, "Apparently." He shrugged, the prairie didn't care much to learn anymore about the new member. He looked down at his paws for a moment at the mention of his former lover. It was possible that Meurte did not know of their relationship, and it was probably for the best, so he decided to keep his mouth shut about the matter just in case. It was something that rarely occurs in a group and is largely frowned upon, he learned first hand. He looked back to Meurte and tilted his head up a bit. "Weeell..no. It has been years since Huile was around and he is known not to linger. It's probably safer if he keeps his distance anyways. I also don't believe he wants much to do with this clan anymore." It saddened the male, but he kept his emotions hidden as much as he could. He felt for Meurte, his father had disappeared and he could only imagine what it was like. "Do you wish to see him again, or perhaps try and find him?"
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