Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
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Cold violet eyes swept over the snow covered land like a hawk might survey potential prey. The ground was blanketed heavily with the clusters of stubborn flakes, and though the trees that surrounded her were nearly endless, their bare carcasses offered no reprieve from the bitter sting of the freezing particles. They settled along her flanks, whitened the snowy color along her back for a few moments before the heat from her bodice melted it away into the substance it had birthed from. Soot painted legs regained their momentum as her careful watch of the forest completed itself. Pushing through the drifts of snow with a powerful, undaunted elegance. Lakota was not new to this stage in life at all. Multiple times she had crossed into lands such as these, in every season, with different ways to discover. Multiple times she would join a herd or a nomadic pack, always thrown out for one reason or another. Her last had placed within her a certain bitterness towards one word.
Peace.
Her Queen was beautiful. Born a beautiful cream with pumpkin eyes. Delicate as a butterfly. Lakota often marveled at how she arose to such a rank, and her only answer was popularity and a wish for that word- peace. Lakota would never again speak her name. The dame had wanted harmony with every creature, but would not allow her followers to fight for it. Lakota had simmered with rage. Her Queen believed it would come if they extended a welcome no matter who, bad or good. Believed she could heal their rotten souls. When Lakota, fiercely loyal and a fighter, showed how she felt on this matter, her Queen was horrified by her crassness. The battle that ensued after the femme insulted her in a grievous fashion was not pleasant.
In the end Lakota was relatively unharmed, yet her whitened coat was stained red as she wailed for her soldiers to chase the devil of a mare away. But Lakota had been right. All the times she had tried to warn her, went unheeded. The herd was pillaged and destroyed weeks after the sooty roan was banished. Lakota knew there would always be a rotten soul. A terrible foal born of heavenly parents. Nothing could stop that. Peace had to be fought for. Blood had to spill and cover the earth so that others may see their sacrifice. Of course it didn't help that Lakota often fought with her herd members. She was not a pleasant mare with flowers and smiles. She was a warrior and often was not treated so because of her big eyes and pretty looks. Bringing up her past was a sure fire way to get you on her bad list. Stallions thought she was easy and were often quickly and violently corrected. It seemed by now that nobody wanted her.
But Lakota found herself always searching nonetheless. He wanted a strong leader to follow. Soldiers that were actually soldiers. Maturity and an actual cause. Something to fight for. If they respected her, she was not much trouble. Even as her Queen signed her death away by refusing to fight, Lakota had stood by her. Trying to warn her until her banishment. Lakota needed to find a spark in her leader. Something worth putting her life on the line for.
A snort escaped her darkened muzzle, tossing her head so that blackened Kane spilled over her blue shoulder. The memories and thoughts were pushed away. Now was not the time. Now, she must find an inhabitant of this land. Start a new life for the hundredth time since she had been born. Crossing yet another threshold. Perhaps this time would be the last.
OOC: Her personality is revealed a little but should become more obvious with social interaction. May not be as great of a post, it was wiped and I had to try and rewrite it.
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10-28-2012, 02:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-28-2012, 02:05 PM by Rafe.)
RAFE</style>
The coldest blood runs through my veins</style>
Purposeful steps guided him through a forest full with the smell of new. Rafe had made many enemies, and the time to move on had approached swiftly. White snow fell upon a crimson body, and the clean, thick mane that hung on his neck was beginning to grow slick as the snow melted. The top part of his white tail gave way to thick tendrils of ebony that gathered around sturdy, muscular hind legs as his ground covering stride propelled him forward. The fact that he had to move on was a mild irritation. He knew what he was. They knew what he was. But fools always wanted to hide their darker side and he was the main blight upon their record.
Rafe's blue eyes were colder than ice, emotionless to the point of the loss of a soul. Nothing stirred behind a thick wall in his glass orbs. He held no regrets. Emotions were folly. No boundaries existed in the universe as long as you had the means and skills to create your desired outcome. Morality was a bedtime story parents told their children to make them more manageable. The bloody bay stallion followed his own creed, one that he had crafted after many messy experiences.
Use every means necessary, finish the job quickly and discreetly, discover everything. A blunt instrument was of no use to anyone. Rafe's hawk-like eyes spied blue against the white snow and the slender figure of a mare. The smirk that pressed against his lips did not reach the cold, apathetic eyes, making the entire expression rather unsettling. He approached with a confidence born of experience not arrogance, and his gaze moved over her figure appreciatively and coldly.
She was attractive enough. Obviously a warrior from the musculature on her body, but as a lithe female, she would never have the bulk of many males. Oddly feminine, violet eyes sat in a socket painted with white, and she had the same coldness in her expression. He frowned. Mares should not have to be so cold to the world or so broken, but that was not his problem. "What do you know of this place?" he asked, deep voice sliding through the air like a well sharpened knife.
[ooc: :) It's Tamme lol. Ktu is going to reply to both of us]
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there's a brotherhood between us. if you're not ready to give up everything you've already lost.</style>
As time wore on the young bear began to become more manageable and less rambunctious. Perhaps it was the change of the season and the growing harshness of the Frostfall that had him walking beside her obediently rather than running ahead and announcing her presence to all the forest. Whatever it was she was grateful because his running ahead would get him harmed. Perhaps that was why she often let him run off with Hototo. Her son was not one to get in trouble or cause trouble. She also liked being able to tap into the mind of her bonded and see what was going on just in case she needed to track someone down and end their life.
Her tail lashed against her hocks as a voice filtered through the trees. Scents followed, one distinctly stallion with the bitter metallic scent of blood, and the other mare. It would be the stallion she honed in on before the mare. One that stank of blood was surely a warrior, and she was not disappointed in her assumption when she stepped from the trees and laid eyes on him. Even the mare was not a disappointment because she was very clearly a warrior as well.
"You are in Helovia." She stated evenly, her bloody gaze still sweeping over the two warriors. "To the East you will find the Windtossed Foothills, lead by a representative of each species. You will find tolerance there." For now. "To the North East is the World's Edge. Here, again, you will find tolerance for whatever species you might be. And to the West you will find the Dragon's Throat. They accept all but don't expect any special treatment unless you bear a set of wings." Her voice had taken on a hint of bitterness as she had spoken of her former home. Ophelia may have forgiven the herd as a whole for their sleights, but Ktulu was not nearly so forgiving.
"You will also find a band of mercenaries to the West that make their home in the Deep Forest. Should you be interested in them they accept all sorts." She would leave it at that for now, judge their reaction to the mention of mercenaries then invite them if she deemed them worthy.
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for the directions i posted it as if i were entering the threshold and traveling toward the meadow, so that's why it'll be a little different from the map.
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Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
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10-28-2012, 02:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-28-2012, 02:42 PM by Lakota.)
By the time the sky had darkened a few noticeable shades, blackened mane had been slicked and pressed down against the turning colors of her slender neck. No longer was the blue on her body noticeable, more the color of the ocean at dusk. The soot color had grown almost like a manifestation from her legs towards her back, as if seeking to overtake the white that lay like a blanket over her spine. The wet and cold did not bother her much. She had no use for appearances. It wasn't something she would wish for, fairer weather was sought more than this bleak colorless landscape, but she also found it reassuring. The lack of color made the approach of any creature rather obvious against its backdrop of white. How much time had passed she had no care for. Why should she when only one goal was left in her mind?
As she had suspected she was right. Lakota's sharp violet eyes missed nothing. A warrior, and a seasoned one at that, she was not one to miss much. The stallion, as obvious by his stature, approached from her right. Obsidian hooves stilled, causing no further ruination of the purity of the snow as she awaited him. This was, of course, what she had been waiting for. His gait was measured,other with an almost panther like stalk to it. Yet she found no arrogance in his expression, no assumptions in his freezing blue gaze as their colored orbs met. The smirk that played along bloody lips was neither antagonistic in nature nor lustful or provocative. Appraising perhaps. His face was much like the reflection she saw in the various waters she passed. Perhaps they were not so different of mind.
The stallion was no doubt attractive. Colored an exotic crimson with black accents, and if one were to ignore the emotions- or lack thereof- in his eyes the color of his optics were indeed beautiful. It wasn't anything to stir in Lakota, merely an observation. A frown marred his visage momentarily before a deep rumbling voice split the silence that seemed muted by the snow. Violet eyes swept over him much as he had done, meeting his eyes straight on without any pretenses. There was no malice from here, a detached coldness perhaps, with a tiny sliver of another emotion. Curiosity? His immediate question, forgoing the hello part of a greeting, was a rather attractive feature to him. Not in the sense many others would use for the word attractive, but Lakota enjoyed the straightforwardness. "I know that it is colder than the breath of death." Her voice remained cold and almost sarcastic, but it was the truth. Lakota had only just arrived after all. These words would be an obvious answer to the stallion that privately intrigued her- Lakota was a newcomer, and that was truly all she knew.
Another mare descended upon them, and with her a cub of sorts. Almost instantly she spoke, informing them both of the herds and the land which they stood in. Lakota's visage did not change, refusing to show her reaction to any of it. The herds did not appeal to her if they were so accepting. Her Queen had shown her to that error. "These mercenaries you speak of. What is their cause?" The mare's bloody gaze was hard and impartial. Lakota was just as intrigued by her as the stallion standing next to her. Sweeping her purpled gaze over her, taking it in. Very beautiful, in a deadly sort of way. Now to sit back and watch how this progressed with the stallion's reaction.
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RAFE</style>
The coldest blood runs through my veins</style>
Rafe saw the familiar look of a warrior in her eyes, but he could not call himself such a noble title. A warrior fought for a just cause that resonated deep within one's soul, but for him? A sociopath rarely ever had a reason for doing anything except for personal gain. Still, he had not completely fallen along that pass of selfishness as he was still somewhat altruistic in his violence. The irony of that thought did not escape him, and an ear tilted in her direction.
The sarcasm that dripped from her tone was humorous, and he snorted in amusement, eyes still void of life. He looked up at the falling snow, feeling the way the icy shards impaled his fur and settled against his skin like a shock. The masochist in his soul enjoyed the little bites of pain. As long as you could still feel your body ache, you were alive. "Indeed," he agreed, though this weather was a walk through summer compared to his birthplace. Icy rains fell like sleet upon his orphaned figure. The memories were foggy and unpleasant.
Another mare approached, her figure muscular and strong as well. She held the most odd and stunning crimson eyes that he had ever seen, and the stallion's eyes moved over her figure as well in assessment. Black is graced with white, and her voice was stern. Another warrior, but leading a group of mercenaries? Apparently racism was rampant here as well, but Rafe knew that his appearance and weapons made him a better creature of violence. The four crowns along his skull made him a better weapon that even those with horns.
Racism often mingled with fact in minor instances. Rafe was a better equipped killer, and to deny that would make a fool. However, those lacking often found creative ways to overcome their evolutionary handicaps. Obviously the mare had a problem with this Dragon's Throat. Scorn, perhaps. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and that held true with those who were warriors as well. Rafe had no interest in being a part of a herd. The tradition and monotony would drive him madder than he already was.
The blue turned black mare in the snow spoke the question that was already lingering on his lips, and he smirked. She was clever. "Why do you kill and who for?" he asked as an extension of the blue's query. The depth of his voice had a smooth tint but still hit a level of baritone that was brusque.
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Courage, Loyalty, Honor</style>
there's a brotherhood between us. if you're not ready to give up everything you've already lost.</style>
She did now allow her pleasure that both had questions about the mercenaries. She kept her expression and her voice impassive as she answered their questions. "They fight for the underrepresented, for those who cannot fight for themselves, for those who need aid, the oppressed." She knew they were little more than glorified murderers, but what could she do about it? What would she do about it? "They have their standards and will not turn against those deemed friends unless alliances are broken." The dark mare continued on.
It was the nitty gritty, gory details of the fights and murders that she kept from Ophelia. She knew her sister did not want to go against her friends, but they did not hold the same friendships. What Ophelia do if her warriors went against one of her friends? That was something she would have to worry about at a later date.
"There is always evil in the world." Her gaze shifted over to the stallion as she spoke. "I'm sure you've found that many preach about peace but have half-assed ways to try and achieve it. You cannot achieve peace or any form of equality if you are not willing to fight and die for it. As individuals we fight for many different things, some for personal gain others for the thrill of the fight. As a group we fight and we kill for peace, as terribly ironic as it might sound. I know of no other ways to achieve it than to strike fear into the heart of those who would do harm to the defenseless because more often than not diplomacy fails."
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Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
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Amusement was clear in the stallion's sharp blue eyes, turning to the skies and watching as the flakes came down upon them. Agreeing although it seemed the weather did not strike much into him. Lakota found it a minute annoyance in the grand scheme of things as well. Bright violet eyes only moved from the masculine form when the wine eyed beauty appeared. She was an imposing figure that commanded their attention, which in her need to know of these mercenaries LMota gave to her. Only now realizing that none of them knew each other's names. Right down to business, which Lakota found she liked more than the normal fluffy greetings that did no good for her.
Blue eyes looked to her as she pushed her question out there. Immediately after setting forth his own. Taking the words right from her mouth. Violet eyes appraised him once again. At least she would not have to ask the question now. The mare watched them both with her ethereal eyes, Lakota listening intently as whe spoke. There was no foolishness to be had from her, and the roam found herself considering this band of mercenaries rather seriously.
What got her in the end was the speech of peace. Violet eyes turned to a passionate blaze of cold fire, an oxymoron she didn't care for. Ebony hooves moving forward a few steps towards the other mare. "You stand for what I stand for. Hoping for peace achieves nothing. If your mercenaries are willing to kill for those who cannot fight, then they are better than the foul leaders who speak of fairness and let their soldiers perish." Tail whipping angrily at such a thought, though her eyes never left the glowing embers within the dark face before her. For a long moment she studied the mare, clearly a leader of this mercenary band. Lakota sensed that no weak fools would be among her ranks, and the fights the blue had gotten into would diminish. This mare she could follow. Respect. Unlike her Queen, she knew the horrors of the world and embraced them. These mercenaries matched what Lakota believed in. That democracy was a foolish illusion for peace. That one must fight with every ounce of them, both for themselves, their brethren, their cause, and those they protected. Morality seemed to exist in some sort in this band of hers. They fought for those who were unable to.
Sooty cranium bowed a fraction of an inch. Her tone never dropped from emotionless as she spoke. "This band seems the only thing that truly fits. I will not serve a weak leader. If I should follow you to this band, what must I do?" And though her sharp gaze never wavered, it was clear that Lakota wished to join these mercenaries. Her words of weak leaders was the only compliment she would give. It wasn't direct but she was saying that the dark mare was strong both in ideals and physically.
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RAFE</style>
The coldest blood runs through my veins</style>
Rafe listened to the warrior mare's speech with a mixture of amusement and interest. The stallion had never truly fought for the benefit of those who could not help themselves, as he most acted on personal impulse. He had been handsomely rewarded for many different tasks, but the stallion was not a complete sociopath. For right now, this group seemed to run parallel to his own visions, for they were far from righteous. Fighting had its place, but they were taking payment for destruction. They were deluding themselves if they believed otherwise.
She was right. Diplomacy only worked on the selfless, fair and sane. Those three adjectives rarely fit every individual, if any. They were an idealism sung about by philosophers and do-nothings who wanted to talk and bribe their way out of their problems. However, ever the diplomats employed brutes like himself to adjust the system when pieces who were not working needed elimination. Perhaps that was the best system: diplomacy with sudden, random deaths which could only be labelled as "natural disasters".
The fire that filled lavender eyes was revealing. Her tail twitched wildly. Obviously her past had driven her to seek out a cause to fight for, to be allowed to fight. She had been oppressed in her past then, forced to watch the suffering of others. He wondered if she intended to be so transparent or if that was just her nature to share copious amounts of information. Still, Rafe barely spoke a word unless it needed to be spoken, and he had a skill with reading others.
The crimson and ebony stallion watched as the mare with the darkened, blue face made the first step in aligning herself with this mercenary group, the Grey. At this point in time, the path that was laid before him fit his ideals better than wandering aimlessly through a foreign land. His expression held none of the fire or strong emotional adherence to this cause as hers did. "I will join as a killer," he said, lifting his muscled neck as cold, apathetic blue eyes bored into crimson.
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Courage, Loyalty, Honor</style>
there's a brotherhood between us. if you're not ready to give up everything you've already lost.</style>
The mare asked an important question that instantly had Ktulu's attention drawn back to her. "You must do as you are instructed and you will respect our alliances." Ktulu answered simply. She could demand respect for herself, she knew, but she would not. Respect gained out of demands and threats was not respect earned. Ktulu would earn the respect of her warriors and in return she would respect and defend them all until her dying breath.
"I am Ktulu the Constrictor, leader of the warriors of the Grey." She finally announced to her two recruits. "You will meet my sister, Ophelia, who leads our spies and healers. Should you ever need healing you seek her out and she will have someone aid you." Neither one of them, however, looked as though they needed any aid. For now.
The stallion finally spoke up, saying that he would join as a killer. She nodded her head in response to him. Beside her Eytan began whining and rumbling his protest to sitting for so long. In her mind she saw flashes of blood covered snow and half eaten deer. Her young charge was hungry and she could not keep him waiting for long. "You are free to roam all of Helovia, but I expect you to be present when the Grey calls its members together for a meeting." The young bear grumbled and whined again as he looked up at his bonded. When she turned to leave he scrambled to his feet and ran ahead, listening as Ktulu trotted swiftly after him.
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Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
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Brief passionate actions subsided quickly, retreating back into icy lavender eyes. Lakota cursed herself for revealing anything, for being effected even in a miniscule amount by the shadow canvas of a mare. Hadn't the blue dove learned so long ago that nobody would care how she felt anyways? All it would do was give them something to hold against her, twist her arm behind her back with so to speak. Lakota didn't deny that she held morals. She simply chose to ignore them most of the time. Even so, having a passion when fighting got you places. Anger, jealousy, horror; those clouded the mind in battle, made it easier for you to succumb and possibly lose your life. Having a passion for it was different, in Lakota's mind. Either way it was too late, she had shown it and there was no point worrying over how it would be recieved. The mare's answer didn't bother the blue girl, she could easily accept that lifestyle. Nodding curtly to show she had understood and accepted it. The stallion spoke up once again, signing himself in almost enthusiastically. The word choice didn't bother her. Calling yourself a killer shouldn't be something to any from. If it was the truth then speak it.
The mare quickly introduced herself as Ktulu, leader of the mercenaries who appeared to be named the Grey. How fitting, Lakota found herself thinking ironically. Neither black nor white. A mix. At the mention of Ophelia, the gears in Lakota's head started turning. Having always been interested in poisons perhaps it would be best to seek out this 'Ophelia'. If she could heal someone else of poison, then she must know what poisons existed naturally. Though the femme knew that sisters were intensely close, and would make sure to clear it with Ktulu. Lakota had gotten into one too many fights because a sibling believed its kin was in danger. Just as swiftly and silently as she had come, Ktulu turned and after some sort of sign from the cub that had remained patiently at her hooves for one so young. Lakota had no desire to dawdle. It wasn't her way. She always had a goal or a purpose. However she was left with company, and had to rethink what to do next. Shelter was obvious, but Lakota wouldn't join a herd for even a moment if she could help it. Already a sense of purpose was upon her slender shoulders, loyalty stirring and growing slower than the creeping plants that inched too slow for the eye to see up ancient trees. In time she would only be loyal to the Grey. Shaking those thoughts away, however subconscious they may be. Turning deep lavender eyes to the still unnamed stallion.
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ARM YOURSELF
Because no one else here will save you and I will replace you
Almost as mysteriously as she arrived, the two toned mare turned to leave with her only words being of the paper pushing type. Obviously the group had not any jobs then, and his expression hardened. A life of speaking about killing was not the type that interested him at all. Still, he needed to better understand these tenuous alliances and acquaint himself with the surroundings. A true warrior knew the land better than his own heart and never let such frivolous inner turmoil determine the outcome of a battle. Life was a battle. By simple logic, Rafe had rid himself of emotions long ago. Every now and then one would crop up and he would beat it back into submission with a cruel, cold hammer.
A bear cub followed in the black mare's wake, and he mused that she had chosen a strong companion. Cold, clue eyes watched until the pale and ebony figure had disappeared into the whiteness of the horizon, and his vision snapped almost too quickly to the lavender set to his side. Rafe would align himself with the Grey for as long as the Grey aligned with his own designs. Interesting how the blue femme had turned to him, almost for guidance, and he smirked. He had seen angels fall from greater heights that hers, and he had been the once to strip the feathers off of tainted wings.
"Introductions are in order," he rumbled deeply. "Rafe." The crimson robed stallion dipped his head once in a polite, apathetic gesture before moving forward, strong, corded muscles rippling visibly beneath strong haunches. Large, heavy hooves landed deep in the snow, and he headed south, deeper into the thick of the trees. Lakota could follow if she so desired. He would be amused if she did.
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Lakota is welcome here http://helovia.net/showthread.php?tid=2662
Or in any other Rafe thread!
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10-31-2012, 06:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2012, 06:35 PM by Lakota.)
[[Got it :) same for Rafe once Kota gets out more! Didn't know if it would end there but no harm in replying!]]
All that remained was silence. Lakota felt mildly disappointed that the mare had left without something for her to do. The roan did not do well with wandering about like a brainless idiot. Snorting softly but no words fell from scorched lips, refusing to even twitch in a betrayal of her thoughts. It had become second nature by now, a cloak she kept fastened over her shoulders all hours of the day. Only she held the key to that clasp. If she had anything to do with it, it would remain that way.
Getting to know the land was vital for her, but it was a task she deemed infinitely distasteful. Scouting and categorizing not only took time, but approaching here borders drew the morons and she despised how they assumed she wanted into their petty little club of a herd. That and outcasts were either bulky and gruff with little intelligence, sinister and useless to play with, or innocent and annoying. Lakota nearly growled, her hatred for this particular step flaring up before dying back into simmering coals.
Violet eyes snapped back to the stallion, feeling his gaze. She knew that he was worthy of respect if only because of the fighter within him, and that now they were united in the same band she must play nice. Didn't mean she had to enjoy it. Something about him made it seem like he could see through her, and her defenses were rising steadily. Regarding him cooly as his deep voice rang out, listeners twitching to show she'd heard. Watching him leave with the same gait she had observed with grudging respect upon his arrival. Seeing her choices set out in from of her and cursing rather loudly, growling a little as she turned and stalked after him. Lean long legs keeping up with him. Eyes settling into a glare at having to follow like a lost pup. "Lakota." Sharp like a snake bite, warning against silly nicknames or playful attitudes. Resigning herself to staying with him and wiping the disgruntled look away to be replaced with the normal stony silence.
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