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| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 5 |
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Itzal :: White Tiger :: Hypnotize
roni |
11-30-2012, 05:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-30-2012, 05:13 PM by Yseulte.)
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I am beautiful, yet I am deadly
I am marked by war, yet dwell in peace.
The words have a sinister whisper to them, as all riddles do, as if they were laced with poison. For a moment, worry flickered across Yseulte's normally unexpressive face, but lest the leopards see her doubt, she cleared the sharp contours of her face until it was as smooth and icy as the expansive tundra stretched out before them. She was rather new to Helovia, and its wild landscape was foreign and unfamiliar to her. She had only ever strayed as the sea and the Veins of the Gods.
But then her mind crawled back to the beginning, to the forest that was thick and tangled, but not entirely as hostile as the woods bordering it. The Threshold's neighbor she had avoided. She recalled the strange markings on the trees, like deep, livid gashes, and Yseulte had not needed another sign to stay away from the strangely silent and cool woods. Yseulte was not overly fond of crowded spaces, and the Threshold had proved to be that and more, so she could only imagine what those dark woods were like. Suffocating, probably. She hoped she was wrong.
"Follow me," Yseulte said at last, turning south and stretching out her long legs and leaving the Frostbreath Steppe far behind.
Darkness had settled over the land by the time the trio crossed the Threshold and reached those strangely slashed pines. It was just as she remembered it as they wound through the dark trees like agile serpents—hostile and treacherously beautiful. It was the sort of place Zjarri would have loved, but all Yseulte felt was a deep unease. How could a cub survive here if he was dumped in this murderous place all alone?
Unless he wasn't alone.
The thought wasn't very comforting. The moonlight filtered through the needles overhead, casting everything in a silver, frosted light. Beautiful, but as Yseulte had learned as a child, most beautiful things were treacherous. At last, she halted before a clear pool of water full of strange, glittering stones that were blood-red, and knew they were at the heart of the woods. She glanced at the two snow leopards, their fur transformed into a polished silver by the eerie moonlight.
"Welcome to the Deep Forest, my friends."
apprentice craftsmen of the edge,
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The two leopards were nervous as they followed behind the unicorn that led them so far from their home in the steppe to the forest she claimed their lost cub was in. Numerous times they exchanged skeptical glances as they traveled deeper into the darkness. Back in the Steppe their last remaining cub lay sleeping, hidden away in the small corner of the cave that was their home. The farther they traveled the more ill at ease they became.
"Indeed." A deep, gruff voice echoed the horned mare. "Welcome to the deep forest. So nice of you to leave your cub unattended."
The leopards looked at one another again, the male's eyes filled with anger and the female's filled with fear. Without another word the two turned and took off at a run, leaving behind the unicorn and their chance at finding their missing cub to save their last remaining one.
A chuckle sounded as the two leopards ran and left the unicorn behind. It was what they had been hoping for. Dinner had been delivered. From the shadow of the woods a large male wolf stepped forward, his coat as black as night save for the slight greying around his muzzle. Two more appeared, one on each side of the mare, slightly smaller than the wolf that stood before the unicorn. The last two wolves appeared behind Yseulte.
A chorus of eager growls sounded as they surrounded the mare, but they were quickly silenced by the alpha male. "You will be joining us for dinner." He said, his sharp teeth flashing in the little light that penetrated the canopy above them.
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| Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.3hh :: 13. |
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Comadre :: Plain Black Dragon :: Fire Breath
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A howl ringed in Osiris's ears. Groaning to himself, the hybrid lifted from the floor where he had nestled for a nap with Comadre. The little dragon perks a head up and chirps slightly, his jaw opening in a massive yawn revealing rows of sharp teeth, and a strange forked tongue. A billow of smoke and a tuft of flame follows last. By the time to wolf is up, a matter of seconds for his flexible body, the dragon has uncufled his wings and launched himself into the air, flying steadily at the side of his companion.
Little sister, the wolf calls, recognizing instantly the sound of her call. What is it? Somewhere in the forest, the female hears him, but unlike the regular bond between Osiris and Comadre, he cannot see where she is. Unknown wolves have cornered the violet lady. Shaking his mane out, several leaves go flying into the air. "Violet lady?" Osiris asks Comadre, looking at the reptile looking at him, both exchanging questioning looks. The dragon is swift, though, and chirps slightly in recognition. "Yzzzzzzzzuuul," he coos, trying to remind his bonded of the image he can not share. "Ah, that one. Let's go, Comadre."
Lifting his head to the sky, Osiris lets out a sorrowful sounding cry - the cry of a wolf. Others echo in the distance, directing him to where the scene is unfolding. It takes mere minutes, but the hybrid has a feeling Yseulte may not have any more time on her plate if a hungry enough pack has stalked her. When Little Sister's dainty paws can be heard echoing on the ground, Osiris slows to a mere canter, instead of barreling forth at full speed. Where are they? he asks directly, glancing over to see her body flash behind dark trees. By water up ahead. A couple of yips from behind remind him that the other two of the pack are also following in suit.
The giant beast, his trio of wolves, and Comadre spill into scene, a flurry of limbs. Osiris slides to a halt, the wolves leaping into position around him, and the dragon hovering by his side. Golden eyes, feral but calm, look at Yseulte, circled by a pack of mangy dogs. "I believe the lady will be dining with us instead, gentlemen," the hybrid says, eyes flittering around the circle and halting at the face of the largest male. A glint in his yellow eyes seemed to whisper silently, unless you'd like to fight me for her.
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| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 5 |
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Itzal :: White Tiger :: Hypnotize
roni |
12-02-2012, 01:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-02-2012, 01:40 AM by Yseulte.)
They abandoned her.
Even worse, they abandoned their child. Yseulte felt the fury swelling in the back of her throat, tasting bitter on her tongue. She couldn't understand why. Yseulte was no mother—she had no offspring of her own, and cared for very little in life (other than her own well-being), but this was different. Zjarri had never abandoned her—never. Even when he could have, even when Yseulte sometimes wished he would, he hadn't. And so it made sense that Yseulte could not wrap her mind around this simple concept—this concept that would soon change both her life and the leopard cub's.
If they even survived, that is.
Yseulte, strangely enough, didn't feel fear when the wolves crept from the twining shadows of the Deep Forest. There was very little in life that could phase Yseulte, for she accepted things as they were and didn't question anything. However, it was a rather foreign feeling to know she was in mortal danger, to grasp that she could very well die. It was pleasant, in a bizarre sort of way. The adrenaline coursed through her veins as the wolves circled round her with white flashing teeth. Her muscles stretched taunt beneath her skin that was damp and steaming in the cold air with a thin sheet of perspiration. Her eyes were incredibly bright in the night, and she grinned a very wolfish grin, imitating the snide expression on these jewel-eyed creatures.
But ultimately, Yseulte was not a fighter and she never had been. All her life, she relied on her silver tongue and sharp wits to tip-toe her way out of sticky situations. And this was an especially sticky situation indeed—quicksand, to be more exact.
And she was sinking fast.
There were more in the distance—their howls oozing through the forest like an open wound. Let them come, she thinks, and is about to throw herself into a fight she would surely lose, when a familiar growl met her ears. Osiris. Osiris and company, to be more specific. Comadre hovered above him, little more than a black wraith in the night, and wolves swarmed behind him, eager to do his bidding, for they loved him dearly. She could see it in the loyal glitter of their eyes, the way they scrambled and wrestled to be near him. They nearly had the upper hand now--what with the wild hybrid, a dragon, and a loyal army of wolves at her back. If the enemy was smart and wished to avoid being gutted like a fish with her horn, torn to bits by Osiris, and roasted into oblivion by dragon's breath, then they would comply.
Those dangerous golden eyes of his met hers and all she could offer to him in that fleeting moment was a small smile of gratitude.
"Well, you heard the boss. I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule for another night. As you can see, I'm rather booked," Yseulte said smoothly to the alpha wolf. Her gaze sharpened into something flinty and feral, and her eyes glittered like cold sapphires. "Now, the cub, if you please."
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ALL THE WAYS I GOT TO KNOW
YOUR PRETTY FACE AND ELECTRIC SOUL.
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Dark ears twitch at the sound of howls from wolves they didn't know and didn't belong in their forest. A snarl rips its way from the alpha's throat he waits for them to appear and when they do his eyes shine with disgust. His eyes then shift to the wolves that came with the abomination with the same amount of disgust shining in them. Did these wolves have no moral standard? He would never follow something like that and if any of his pack tried to he would kill them first.
"This," He growled, "Does not concern you. Leave!" His hackles raised. He felt no fear upon looking at the mismatched group, only disgust.
His head snaked around as the purple mare spoke and he grinned wolfishly. "You want the cub?" He barked out a laugh and glanced around at his gathered pack. "She wants the cub!" Their laughter rang through the trees before the alpha silenced it with another snarl.
"If you want the cub so badly perhaps next time you will come alone." The alpha wolf signaled his pack with a nod of his head, already expecting that the wolf abomination that interrupted would not leave of his own free will. They all melted into the shadow of the woods with the alpha's voice echoing in the small area. "Or the cub dies."
As the wolves disappeared the forest returned to its natural, quiet state but the quiet did not last for long. In the distance the sound of scratching can be heard. When you go to investigate you find a crudely scratched riddle on the ground. It reads:
Closest to the Sun
Farthest from the heat
Is there an end in sight?
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