Ruin

Between Marn and Shim, along the Ofriyu Mar river, is a stretch of dense woodland known as the Virdara Woods.
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Ruin

Post by Maddness » Sat Sep 11, 2010 7:36 am

Spring, 122PW

Running through the forest, the sun casting odd shadows on the ground around him, Helmer couldn’t help but notice the differences between his treasured homeland and the warm one he now hunted through.
In Salvagard the trees would be far thicker and taller, the light being almost completely obscured by needles. The ground would be far rockier, and not choked with so much weed and plant matter that cluttered the ground between the trees. There would also be less of the little streams and ponds that seemed to fill the wood from end to end. The man he now hunted had crossed many trying to escape his pursuer, but Helmer had been doing this for most of his short life, and one man would have no chance, it was only a matter of time before he caught the poacher and learned what he knew about the Traitor he was perusing.

To be honest the Poacher was clever. Helmer had managed to corner him the prior evening, but the human managed to lure him over a concealed well. The ancient covering gave way and Helmer had plunged down deep into the well before landing in a dark pool of brackish water. He had spent long minuets calming his fear of small spaces before he began the long clime out. It had taken Helmer most of the night, and left him tired beyond belief.

However, he could not let this poacher escape. So he had begun the hunt anew, his wolf form covering the distance quicker then a man ever could. Helmer was again close, and could even smell the poachers fear in his scent. If he could grin he would, wolfishly.
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Re: Ruin

Post by Deilakrion » Mon Sep 13, 2010 4:15 pm

"You’re in no condition to lose possibly your only friend in the world.”

Deilakrion lay in the cradling crook of a split tree trunk, its branches reaching up with so many twiggy arms above her. She considered her dream of memories, lost to time like so many others into a parody of reality. Odd when uncovered, little strange memory pebbles cast over the ground so she could examine them, one by one.

This one was strangely cutting, raw and awkward under the fine microscope of her attention. Were fleshes capable of friendship? She understood the word as might a textbook student without friends, staring at a dusty tome and mouthing its shape to infer the meaning. Friend. Friend. It meant nothing, Deilakrion decided, languishing, listening to the tussled sounds of the forest around her. Sunlight dappled her body, and she thought churlishly of fire and the smell of burnt meat.

She had escaped, run away, taken to the forest and used her years of knowledge to watch the man blunder around. Watch him go away, so she could retreat back into her haunts and patterns, embellished with repetitive action. Underscored with food and gluttony. She'd healed well enough, even without the tender ministrations of Brakk.

Her mouth curled down.

Birds sang intruders, and a brief rustle of activity froze beneath her, the rapid silence of hide! Flee! Deilakrion knew it well, as she rolled her sight downwards, tilting her head to catch the echoing noises of pursuit and fear. Predator? Hunter? Beast? Prey. She eeled her body upright, stretching like a cat, and pushed a tangle of hair from her eyes. She climbed up the curving cradle of tree trunk, and stared down over her domain like a Queen.

Prey. Prey. Prey.

Run. Flee. Hide.

She waited, coiled and ready, and fingered her dagger thoughtfully. She was sated, but even so she was unsure of that intrusion. It weighed on her heavily as crackling bushes grew louder in frequency and noise, and the forest waited breathless around her. She waited too, calm and steady and silent, drawing her dagger when the noises resolved themselves into something two legged instead of four. She recognized the heavy breath of a flesh.

By choice or chance it trespassed into her current lair -- it didn't matter -- and she resolved herself to teaching a lesson. She felt lazy and spoiled, and did not want to leave her comfortable perch. She must. Who knew what happened when strangers intersected her life's path. She knew strong and well that 'friend' was a cursed word. Any who might use it, or could speak it, should be eliminated. Barring that, sent away to tell others to stay out.

Deilakrion plucked at her lip, and fell from the tree in one quiet and calculated move. She fell beside the quivering mice who knew that a flesh roamed the woods, and they darted away from her too in mindless and canny fear. She ran away from them, but with a calculated hush. Predator. Hunter. Prey. Creature.

When she caught the fleeing flesh by launching herself into him, he screamed. Deilakrion cared little for how much noise he might make, so long as he was accounted for. She smiled ruthlessly as she snapped an elbow into his chest, and twisted their bodies so he lay beneath her as she straddled him, pinning his legs with hers, leaning over him in a dreadful parody until her dagger lay rock steady at his throat.

"Stupid flesh." She told him conversationally. He grew wet beneath her.

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Re: Ruin

Post by Niabi » Wed Sep 22, 2010 11:32 pm

The man-creature had not been the only one to notice the unwanted presence in the woods. Niabi had been tracking the man for hours. She never got close enough to him so as to actually pose a real threat, but neither did she fall back enough so as to lose him from sight.

If he were to look over his shoulder, which he had done more than once in his desperate attempt to flee, he would have been able to see her just behind a tree or peering over a bush. She made no attempt to try to hide herself from view or to even quiet her pursuit, if she wanted for him not to know of her presence, then she would not have made it so obvious that she was following him.

She found this one interesting.

He did not carry on him the sense of pride and self worth that most men did. He was not confident in his actions, he did not look determined. This one had shown signs of fear. This one smelled of man, looked like man, but acted like the scared creatures upon when they preyed. He too must be being hunted.

She followed him in his desperate attempt to flee whatever it was that could scare a man into acting like those that they hunted. She was curious to find out what it was that could bring man such fear.

And then, when she had not been paying attention, the man-creature leapt from the tree on top of the man. It was not the first time that Niabi had laid eyes on the thing that looked so much like a man but smelled of the wild and acted like a creature. It hunted for food as man did, but unlike man it just....wasn't. She couldn't explain it.

The man-creature killed the man that she had been following. But she made no move to stop it. Niabi was a creature of observation, unless her heard was at risk of being harmed, she saw no reason to intervene in such actions. Men, even this strange man-creature could kill each other and she had no problem with it, in fact she reasoned that the more they fought amongst themselves the less time they would have to terrorize the other beings around them.

So she stood back among the trees and watched the man-creature as it looked ready to feed on it's fresh kill.
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Re: Ruin

Post by Maddness » Sun Oct 24, 2010 12:17 am

Helmer heard the scream cut the air ahead of him, the sound of a man full of fear and terror as he realised his life would soon be over.
It was the poacher, Helmer was sure. Leaving any pretext of stealth behind he accelerated, his lupine form bounding around, over, even through some obstacles as he made his way as quickly as possible towards the mans scream.

Helmer had been south of the kingdom for many moths, and he had not met as many threats in these lush forests as he expected. Trolls and other such creatures seemed few and far between, and even mundane creatures such as bears and wolves were shy creatures, especially this close to a population centre.

So that left Helmer with limited options as to what he could expect. It would either be another human (or something similar), or he could have injured himself whilst running, falling into more concealed wells.

The Werewolf finally came upon the poacher, lying at the base of a tree. Above him rose another figure, seemingly human in shape, but smelling subtly different, more wild and basic then the more un-natural tones of humans. The figure was holding a dagger to the poacher’s neck.
Not good. Helmer needed the man to talk, not have his throat slit by some wild woman. After staring at the tableau for a moment he decided to shift, a soft sound accompanied by clicks and cracks as Helmer's wolf form quickly changed. What replaced it was a tall man with platinum white hair and a scared face staring at the poacher and his captor. He was also almost completely naked. His had flew down to his leather belt, which he had kept on him in wolf form, that held a board knife. However, he hesitated for a moment, waiting to see what this new figure would do.

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Re: Ruin

Post by Deilakrion » Sat Oct 30, 2010 3:41 am

Death was something that Deilakrion dealt with an open hand. She did not begrudge any other with its use, treating it only as a tool and a natural result of the Hunt. She had not kilt the man she held so closely, so intimately, though from certain viewers' vantages it might appear thus. Instead she pressed her dagger against his throat in an angle made for slicing, though the edge of her weapon had never truly been meant for such a use. She held it there, letting the sensations of this trespasser beneath her ripple through her so that she shuddered when he shuddered, and their breath mingled as she leaned closer.

She was aware they were not alone, that others intruded upon their deadly tryst. It did not bother her for any proprietary reasons, though it might become messy should they intend to help the fallen one. She had never been particularly proficient against groups, and she had no reason to let them take advantage because she was too intent. If there were more, however, it would be most beneficial to have done with the injured one. Rivals were never left to grow and come around again for another bout of lusty wrestling, where blood was the sole objective. Any smart denizen of the wilds knew that, and knew it very well.

But the one beneath her was not another predator come to take away her prey. His wetness was submissive in nature, in fear. Submissive enough that it clogged up her sensitive nose, so that she had to tilt and turn her head, seeking out the others near her by sound and sight.

But neither were exactly flesh in nature. It was confusing to her, to have them waiting silently at the edge of her senses, watching with their own purposes locked away in silence rather than the too wordy nature of the fleshes she despised. Friend.

Her mind cheered her to kill the flesh and suss out the interlopers. She ignored it. . .for that moment. She chose to be casual, and shifted her body language so she was poised wary but not dangerous to any but the one she straddled.

"Want?"

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Re: Ruin

Post by Niabi » Tue Nov 16, 2010 11:54 pm

The smell of fresh blood in the air made her stomach want to turn over and dispose of it's contents. As often as she came in contact with the stuff, she would have hoped to have gained a tolerance to it, but still the thick, pungent smell crept into her lungs and made her feel sick. She could taste it on her tongue and the back of her throat. The metallic taste made have to force saliva down her throat to rid herself of the sensation to dry heave.

When that was out of her system, she was able to focus on the situation before her. She recognized the man-creature for the predator that she was and so Niabi tried not to show fear or make any sudden movements. She slowly stepped over obstacles in her path as she made her way, in a circular motion, closer to the creature in front of her. Her head was slightly tilted to the side, with her right ear positioned upwards as to listen for others.

The woods remained rather quiet in response. The occasional bird flapped it's wings or called out to another of its kind. Bushes rustled with the movements of squirrels or rabbits, but for the most part it was quiet. If there were more men nearby, they were at least smart enough to hide there presence.

Or maybe the wolf had gotten to them first. As she had stood there watching over the man-creature and her kill, a large wolf had found his way to their location. No doubt he had been drawn in by the sounds or smell of the fresh kill and he was but looking for his next meal. It had become a habit for some of the meat-eating animals of the woods to be drawn to the location of dead men so as to claim a meal for themselves before the body spoiled. She had seen it enough times with the men that had fallen under her hooves so as not to question his motives.

However, the man-creature is what drew her attention. Why was the man turning on her own kind and killing them? Was there something wrong with her to cause such a thing?
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Re: Ruin

Post by Hakujoumi » Wed Dec 15, 2010 4:08 am

The woods were anything but quiet that day. In the air, there lingered a strange sense of foreboding. Hunters walked these woods, as did the predators who hunted them. Fate had brought her here today, fate and the oddly profound sense of boredom that had developed from being alone for too long and living in a hole of a shack with the skins and eyes of her old toys. She hadn't come here to kill anybody. She had not even come here to hunt for potential victims. She had come to feel the air of natural beauty and freedom that broad-leaved trees and hickory wood scent always brought to her. She was here to be the creature she was born as.

There was a simplicity about being a fox that didn't often carry over to other forms. Though, she supposed, she could always turn into a mossy stone and that would make life so simple that she wouldn't be able to stand it. Her mind was busy with wonderings and hopes about her future, questioning herself as to why she was here and what could be in store. She wouldn't make the mistakes she had before. She would not find herself in such a predicament.

What she needed were followers. People to help her, and to secretly guide her to new communities to mess with. Shim, she had realized quickly, was evidently a very boring place. There was little to do there apart from fuck and kill men who were stupid enough to trust the redhead along the trade path. Even that was something she hadn't done in a while, long enough to make her restless. She needed acquaintances. She needed to learn the people, know the people, be the people.

The reality of it was that she was lonely. Beyond lonely. The forest made her forget about that little tidbit. It was a kinder existence. But, she had seen and done too much during her lifetime to be completely happy with it. She needed to do something; she just didn't know what the something was yet.

It was the vague, yet obvious, smell of blood that littered the air which brought about her change in direction. In near silence, tiny, wild, dark paws tested the ground and swept her to a scene so strange and yet so perfect that she might have laughed if her vixen lungs had been capable of doing such. There was a man, shaded from sunlight by the thick and able branches of oak. He had pale hair and she knew immediately that he was wolf. There were other animals nearby, a deer being one of them, that the fox paid little attention to. In the shadows, she appeared as one of them.

Her ears turned, and then her head followed to find a strange thing that she took more immediate interest in. The source of the blood came from a man, a cut man, with a girl atop him in a position that once more would have made her chuckle. Instead she made a foxish squeak, partially to draw attention to herself and mostly because it was beyond her control in this form.

The girl was an ugly little thing. Perhaps 'little' was not truly a word to describe her, but she had a bony nature to her dark-skinned strangeness that was off-putting to the vixen, who had never really learned the idea of internal beauty. She appeared as an elf, and yet did not appear as an elf, because elves didn't act in such a way. It was bizarre. It was deliciously bloody, rich with a gritty malice that creatures like the nogitsune fed off of. If she could have grinned, she would have.

Her mind had already weaved a goal in mind, a want, a need for new satisfaction. The man nearby, the live one, had nothing to do with it.

And she hated wolves.

The three-tailed fox stepped out into the limited light, sniffing with half-feigned, half-true sensory curiosity. Dirt. Blood. Sweat. Man. Elf. Wolf. Deer.
She crept closer to the elf and her bloodied victim, doing so to judge her movements and reactions, testing her, like testing a piece of furniture before purchase.

The wolf would have to go. She could do that easily.
She had no doubt that the pale-haired man would be a challenge to fight with physically in a wolf form, but that was not what she wanted right now. Actually, that was not what she wanted ever. He was no match for her, and she knew it, because he didn't know what to expect from a creature like her. It was likely he had no idea what she was. It was likely neither man nor elf knew what she was, and they did not need to. Not now.

The vixen turned and made a threatening, yet harmless, advance toward the werewolf. He was unmoved, as expected. She barked at him, waving her three tails around one another, but still he remained unmoved. Her tails swept against each other.

It happened so fast that it would have startled anyone. Suddenly there was fire, a heated, terrible, blazing ball of it before the wolf. It singed the branches above him. It set the grass below him ablaze. He was gone, either by fear or sheer surprise, she couldn't be sure. It hardly mattered. The small grassfire was put out by the breeze, and all that remained were tiny embers and small crackling sounds. The fire had done little, and she had done that purposely. To set a forest on fire was a crime of nature.

She turned back to the elf, making a small, playful bark toward her to make herself appear more harmless. Who was this girl, why did she kill this man, and could she be useful?

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Re: Ruin

Post by Deilakrion » Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:21 am

Truly the world was determined to not leave her alone. Bloodsmells did mean extra visitors, usually, but of the canny and dumb variety. Not the strange mix collecting to tease and taunt at her, purposes unknown. Were they for the man? Fleshes traveled together, always more and more and never enough of the damn lot of them. They only came to do her harm. But these -- these were twisted and warped. Not-flesh fleshes that just -- they were just wrong.

Have done. Go. Sleep safely. Her mind counseled her cautiously, with wisdom, and she knew the Hunt would speak to her thus. But she could not go. This was challenge. This was interesting.

Nobody said they wanted the flesh beneath her, and she was getting tired of the stares and the tense silence. So she slit him through, and did not look down as the blood pattered her skin in a gush more violent than the actual death stroke had been. The man beneath her died in a whimper and what might have been a scream. The blood would be bubbling. This was the great Hunt. Kill or be killed. Deilakrion preferred to kill.

Then the fire blazed, and done with the body the creature was suddenly away from the body, with the dagger held at an angle that meant business. Meat, predators, fleshes? Against herself she was curious, and eyed the fox with wariness, and the beast-flesh with a lesser spate of attention. They had come to her. They had gathered. What did they seek?

Friend her memory babbled.

"No." She said. She was gravid with the solidarity of her own mind at that moment, and she glowered between them. "Prove worthy."

Maybe maybe maybe she would stay to see what they were about. But first, first there was tribute to the Hunt, and tribute to a creature from peers and those beneath her. Otherwise, she would leave. If they had nothing for her, there would be no point to staying. She had no cause to fight them, and that was the only business she really knew that had doing with others.

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Re: Ruin

Post by Niabi » Tue Jan 18, 2011 12:32 am

It appeared as if the smell of fresh blood was attracting more than a few of the local inhabitants. Niabi had first been attracted to the scene from the sounds and smells of a man running through her home and threatening her family, but since then a wolf and now a fox had shown up. A fox with too many tails.

She had hardly had a chance to take in the sight of the new creature and the curious way in which she swung her three tails, when the thing let loose a spark of fire and chased the wolf away. Fire. Niabi had never seen a creature other than man create such a thing. It was frightening. Like the wolf, she felt a strong desire to flee for her own safety and if it were not for the presence of the other man-creature being there she very well might have.

If there was anything that scared her more than the presence of men in her home it was fire. Fire was an uncontrollable force of destruction. Where as men could be drawn out into the woods and stomped to death, fire continued to burn and take anything and everything in its path. Fire could not be stopped by anything other than the rains and it was still early in the season for the rains to come.

Niabi eyed the thing man held. She had just watched it rip open the body of another man and she knew that it could easily do the same to her if she wasn't cautious. She continued her slow moving, side-stepping pace around the perimeter of the clearing. She wouldn't let herself get too close to the man and the bloody stick-thing it held.

The thing spoke, either to her, the fox or maybe even itself, she was not sure. She didn't feel inclined to answer the man, but doing so usually put them at ease. They often reacted in a calmer way when met with their own words, like her own kind did through various sounds or gentle nudging.

"Men kill," she spoke slowly trying to pronounce each word carefully but even at her slow pace, she had a hard time producing the sounds she was looking for.
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Re: Ruin

Post by Hakujoumi » Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:11 pm

The elf seemed to hold no mercy for what looked to be no more than prey at her feet. This was intriguing, this was interesting, and this was bizarre. The man died as a horrific display of blood and gurgling took place, a man who the fox had already assumed to be dead. Only now did she realize that this death was slow, painful, and perfect. Her tails flicked curiously while she watched, keeping a peripheral eye on the deer, which smelled not entirely deer. This was a forest of half-breeds, of weird, wonderful animals part of two worlds.

And then of course there was herself, an animal so adaptable that she could pretend to be a part of almost any environment. Her issue was simply that she no longer had a "natural" environment. Not really.

All animals, including the "superior" bipedal races, were capable of killing under the right conditions. She knew because she knew exactly how to manipulate them to do such. But this wasn't her goal here, her goal was not to find creatures capable of killing. That was too little, too easy. This elf kind, she did it all on her own, and she did it in a particular, beautiful fashion.

"Prove worthy," said the elf. Such a phrase was laughable to the likes of the kitsune. It was the elf who was proving herself worthy in such an instance, whether or not she realized it. The fox lowered her head in what seemed to be a submissive posture, and yet it was the unexpected next words of the doe that caught her so off guard, and made her body shift in an oddly delighted, oddly stiff way.

These were not ordinary souls. They were perfect toys, both of them. She could sense it in every dark ounce of her heart.

Her amber eyes sharpened as she debated on whether it was necessary to speak or not. She needed to. She waited for a very long moment, which did not feel tense to her, and then shifted rather miraculously into a natural mix of fox and woman. It was not painful. It looked smooth and fine, as if it was one species simply fading into another. There was no sound of shifting bones and changing flesh, the transformation simply was and then was finished.

"Such evil should not be allowed to walk in these woods," she said softly, a voice not naturally hers and words that were so ironic it was incomprehensible. "Well done, elf," she added, ignoring the part where she was to prove herself worthy. Such words were almost offensive to her.

"Who exactly are you two?" It was straight-forward, as she didn't feel much like fucking around anymore. She wasn't worried about either of them trying anything, especially not the doe. The elf seemed aggressive, but that was tamable.

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Post by Deilakrion » Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:18 pm

"Flesh kill." Deilakrion said sharply to Niabi.

They were here. They did not answer. They might not leave.

She couldn't have that. She didn't want it. They might ruin and topple what she had made for herself, for a creature only. Their presence was stifling, and without a reply she was at a loss. What did she do with them? What could she do? Should she run and hide? If she tried to, she was sure they could not follow. But she was frozen.

They were odd. New. They smelled weird.

Kill them for the Hunt!

No.

They were not flesh. She might . . . need them. Use them.

"Creature." She said to Hakujoumi. Caution. Carefully done. Her eyes slid to Niabi, and she felt clever. "This creature has not . . . seen, before. Never."

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Post by Dregs » Wed Apr 27, 2011 6:02 pm

Dregs emerged from his den not far from the killing. His head grazing the top of his makeshift door made of bramble and bush, dirt falling down across his face and resting in the dry creases of his nose. He sniffed the afternoon air as a breeze passed overhead. His milky eyes catching small hints of light filtering through the treetops as the wind whistled through the leaves.

He had awoken to the sounds of chirping songbirds, and had decided it was time to eat. His body bent low to the ground reaching out with his crooked arms he began his slow pace through the wilderness. His good ear keen on catching the sound of critters while his hands searched for the telltale signs of root and tree or perhaps a berry bush or boulder. Either of which would hold what he was looking for.

A noonday snack.

His hands fell upon a nearby weed beside a mossy log and an old wagon wheel. Rusted by rain and weathered by age it sat against the log. Dregs fingers traced the ends of the foliage of the weed. His memory serving him well, as he ripped it free from the dirt. Bringing it to his nose, he sniffed at the Sagewort. Not good to eat, but help with bruises. Tossing it aside, Dregs instead lifted the log.

The wheel keeled over falling onto the grass softly as Dregs scanned the dark underbelly of the dead tree. His eyes catching none of the hustle and bustle he'd awoken. Little scurrying black ants, big fat beetles and centipedes frantic in flight began searching for a new place to hide. With both hands, the elf-troll reached down bringing up a clump of dirt. A worm wiggled its way to and fro between his closed fingers as Dregs slowly let the excess soil drop down from his hands. What was left was a horned back scarab, three centipedes, a few ants and the wiggling worm.

This he brought to his mouth chomping down on the grub. His crooked teeth cracked the shell of the horned back, green ooze spilling down his lips as he began to chew. Crunch, crunch, crunch. The black ants were a bit peppery for Dregs, but it complimented the soft skin of the worm and the juicy innards of the centipede. He continued scraping the dirt in this manner, managing three handfuls before burping in satisfaction.

Now filled, Dregs sat down beside the worn out wheel. Little Elk had told him to keep east for ten days. Then head north to Thar Shaddin. He was beginning to think the little man had lied to him. A dark cloud began to form in his mind, but he shook it off. His head moving back and forth slowly sending puffs of dirt and dust into the air. He reached behind himself unstrapping his shovel and bringing to his face smacking it once against his skull to clear the dark clouds.

"Little Elk helps Dregs, right Chuffle."

He listened quietly to the shovel's reply, smiling afterwards.

"Yes, we go right some more. We go find Shaddin and Mama." He replied gruffly, bits of worms spilling out of his mouth as he did. Rising from his place beside the wheel, the troll set off to the east. Walking slowly arms outreached, brushing against trees as he made his zigzagged way through the woods.

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Post by Niabi » Wed May 18, 2011 8:34 pm

The three of them could stand there for hours, staring one another down. They each appeared to be sizing the others up, determining their strengths and weaknesses and deciding if it was ultimately better to run or stand their ground.

The other two had the advantage of language on her, and niabi was sure if they wanted, they could both probably kill her. What then motivated her to remain in the clearing with the two strange things was that she was more afraid of them following her back to her herd and killing them, and that she was more than a little curious about the fox.

Perhaps the small furry friend was like herself, one who could look like a man when she wanted but also a creature of the woods. It wasn't everyday that she met up with foxes that could speak, so that must explain it. Nia had no reason to hide what she was from the fox, she trusted the fox as another creature not harm her.

Rather than try to explain to the fox that Nia was as she was, Niabi decided to show her. Her face appeared to collapse in on itself, her front legs shortened into arms and over the course of several moments her fur receded into her skin until that which looked like a deer became that of a female-man.

"Niabi es deer." She finally spoke when the change was complete. Then she stood there on her hands and knees, looking back at them with the same expression on her face. Like the female-man before her, she now wore no furs to cover her body, and she seemed not to notice or care.
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Post by Hakujoumi » Fri May 20, 2011 10:37 pm

Creature. Niabi. Alrighty then.
It was an interesting, albeit admittedly weird, set of animals settled here around the bleeding corpse of some asshole who'd been too much of an idiot to remember that there were indeed things that wanted to kill, and eat, him in these woods. To be completely honest, most woods were unsafe in some way or another, but even so the fox had never seen any sort of man-eater quite like this one. It seemed like some damn weird behavior for an elf of all creatures to be calling itself "creature" and run around the woods trying to act like it was a wildcat, killing people for no apparent reason and ninja-ing in trees.

Whatever. She'd come in handy if the fox could successfully collect her, which to be honest didn't look all that difficult. Animals that were naturally social generally welcomed a new leader, someone who told them what to do without them even really noticing what they were doing. That was the sort of thing Hakujoumi was good at. It wasn't hard to play off of the subconscious needs of others, it was just sometimes mildly difficult for her to read them, considering how displaced from real sociability she was. Generally speaking, she was a creature who lacked empathy. She had become soulless with time, and had not formed a friendship in decades.

Niabi, as she called herself, was mildly interesting. That was saying something considering the fox had the attention span of a retarded quillfish. She was a shifter, but seemed and smelled very different from most shifters that she'd come across before. Shifting creatures were not entirely uncommon, and Hakujoumi had seen a lot of things in her lifetime, but somehow there was a raw nature to the way Niabi moved, the way she spoke. She was not a part of the human world she so perfectly mimicked, not really. She was also quite attractive, a useful attribute for the fox for more reasons than one.

Neither of these "cuddly" woodland creatures could speak properly, but she hadn't expected them to, and she didn't give two shits about language barriers. The voice she was using lacked its regular, rough nature. It was falsely refined and weirdly taunting, with words unlike her own.

"I am Isis," she said, and then grew immediately bored with the act she was putting on and started picking at and looking at her long, sharp claws at the ends of each dainty black fingertip. "I have been looking for help from just the right people recently. But most people just aren't understanding enough of the wood to realize the gravity of the situation," she added with a small flick of an ear.

"See, there's a group of men who've been coming into town recently. They are hunters. They've destroyed a few of the fox dens I often enjoy visiting," oh the lies, "...and the kits within them." She lowered her ears and looked down briefly, quiet for a moment before she once more lifted her eyes. "Something has to be done about them, don't you agree?" She seemed almost overeager, so excited was she to find these two beasts. She was quite quick to tell them her purpose, and if they refused, well, she had ways of convincing them. Of course she didn't say she wanted them to kill anybody, because hah, who would agree to that?
Aside from the apparently insane elf.

Oh it wouldn't be hard to get them to kill people, that was the easy part. What she really wanted was for them to eventually help her cause complete discord in this sad little Marnian society. Why?

What's life without the fun stuff?

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Re: Ruin

Post by Deilakrion » Wed Jun 01, 2011 12:26 am

The fox-flesh was acting strangely. Distress shadowed her every move, and sorrow dogged her expression. Deilakrion was unsure why she was being told these things. Why should she involve herself? Killing flesh was pleasant when boundaries were overstepped, but only one had overstepped any boundaries. That one was dead at her feet. She had no need to kill more. No desire. There was no hunt on her mind. She was wary of causing fleshes anger, besides. She did not want to become the hunted. She preferred, herself, to kill beasts.

The fox-flesh seemed more flesh than beast, itself. Deilakrion did not want to be involved with such a thing, a foul perversion that would likely cause more distress than good. It was unnatural to be both. Everything that lived should choose what they were, to act as both gave her unease.

"Weakness deserves death." She said, quite simply. Her voice was rough, her eyes suspicious. She looked at the other flesh-beast, and thought of the two of them, in her world. Friend. No. She had nothing to share with them, though the thoughts that pricked at her mind disturbed her. The part of her mind she associated with Hunt rallied for more violence, but she needed to get away. Too much played havoc with her thoughts.

She turned to leave. Run away.

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