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May 23, 2017 2:26:47 GMT
Post by Raz on May 23, 2017 2:26:47 GMT
It is currently June 2nd of the year 1500. Humanity no longer remain the masters of their home. They have since become subservient to an advanced alien civilization. These aliens come in many different forms, however, they call themselves the Ankari Conglomerate. These beings invaded in 1478 and have since overthrown and subjugated every country on Earth to their will. This Conglomerate has given humanity a position in the Conglomerate, albeit as a lesser member. This was decided in 1495 and humanity has since flourished beneath their overlords. However, any form of resistance to their rule is dealt with harshly. Extermination or being sent to the icilium mines are all the choices that exist for a human causing trouble. Icilium is what allowed for the Conglomerate to come to Earth. Once processed, it allows one to alter the fabric of reality with their will. The Conglomerate used great stores of this to generate enormous tears in the fabric of reality, this allowed them to travel to Earth. As it turned out Earth was rich with Icilium.
The reason the Conglomerate had to flee their homeworld was because of a parasite that threatened to take control of their world. The Conglomerate's world is running low on the precious ore used to combat the Dirge, so instead of abandon their home they use humans and their icilium to help combat the Dirge. Only time will tell what will become of both worlds.
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May 23, 2017 14:36:03 GMT
Post by Raz on May 23, 2017 14:36:03 GMT
Slowly and quietly a hunter crept through the forest. He was careful not to make a sound lest his prey escape him. It was early in the morning with the sun having only just now risen enough to illuminate the forest. Shafts of light cut through the thick canopy above. Birds chirp unaware of the predator stalking it's way through their forest. The hunter has an arrow knocked just waiting for the moment that he can end his chase. He'd been on the trail of a large red deer buck. His antlers were larger than any he had ever seen before, his village would be so excited by the sight of it. But first he needed to catch it.
He had been following it for hours now, using every trick he knew to keep up with the beast. Finally he had cornered his prey, it was standing next to a crystal clear pond, it's head was down and seemingly didn't notice him. He crouched low and pulled back on his bow string. He had the perfect angle for a killshot. This was it.
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May 23, 2017 15:28:57 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on May 23, 2017 15:28:57 GMT
Lyvyne has been soaring over the tree tops of the wooded area for some time now, keeping her keen eyes out for a prey. The large, red feathered wings protruding from her back glide her through the air, flapping every now and then to maintain height. It's been only two weeks since could she begin to fly once more and everytime she takes to the skies, it feels wonderful to be free again. She was shot down mid-journey on a courier mission by an unknown assailant two months ago, crashing down onto the ground and a barbed arrowhead crippled her wing for awhile, keeping the Avalon grounded. Avalons did not evolve to be stuck on the hard surface of the land, they were created for the skies, to fly higher than any other species could dream of. So for Lyvyne, her time in recovery was very uncomfortable.
Although far less thick than the forests back in her homelands, she has been taken shelter in this area of the world since her injury and gotten very familiar with the lands, she knows where to look and where many forest creatures come out to forage themselves. It does not take long before she sees a large buck, an impressive set of antlers standing proudly on it's head as it stops for a drink at the crystal clear water pond. The majestic beauty is something to really admire, a rare sight even for a hunter like Lyvyne. But today, it is her prey. Since it is stationary, she does not feel the need to waste any time in wait. She twists her body and wings to the side, turning her flight path into the direction of the buck. Lyvyne is a very impressive flyer, even for an Avalon. Her movements are graceful and quick, that of an expert with much experience in the air under her belt. She begins to dive down, leaning left and right whenever needed to avoid clipping the trees. The buck picks up it's head, sensing an imminent dangers and looks towards Lyvyne much too late. The two collide, the buck crashes into the grass as the Avalon holds it down in her strong claws, it cries out and jerks wildly. Lyvyne has to flap her wings a few times to maintain balance, she must grant it a swift death before it can break out of her hold. She brings two fingers on one side of it's throat, both ending in razor sharp talons, presses into it's firm flesh before drawing them quickly across to the other side. The neck of the animal is sliced open, blood beginning to drain out of the wound and it's movements weaken and slow. The Avalon's claws loosen their grip, trickles of blood where the talons dug into it's hide and she cradles it's head in her hands, as if comforting the proud beast in it's final moments of life, ceasing the struggle and leaving their body forever.
"May your spirit walk freely." Lyvyne mutters in her native tongue, a prayer that the buck's afterlife will be another adventure. She feels proud of herself for capturing such a large kill! She can't wait to show Desmond. She hears the snap of a branch behind her and snaps her head in that direction. Standing there, bow and arrow in hand, is Desmond and he looks pretty disappointed. She then realised that he also had the buck in his line of sight at the same time, she effectively stole his kill and feels bad for it. In fact this isn't the first time she did this, she has done it numerous times when they hunt together, always beating him to the punch with the larger prey. It seems that she is a much quicker hunter than he is, though that does not make her feel any less guilty for taking it from him... Again...
"S-sorry Desmond." She says sheepishly, still crouching over the dead buck. She speaks English this time, though from her tone she is not very well adept in the language. She is learning a little bit here and a piece of it there so she can communicate with him and his family better, the ones that saved her life from her grounding and helped nurse her back to health. She feels the closest to him out of the rest, he was the one to find and carry her to his village so his father could heal her wound. He spoke to her most days despite her silence back then and helped with the nursing. In the first week of her healing, he had to help bathe her during her Weakest state. His mother was usually the one to do this, claimed that 'the boys would just gawk at her body and forget what they were doing.' Lyvyne has no idea what this meant in English but didn't ask. He seemed... Very awkward and refused to look at her while he did this task, which confused her to some degree. Why was that? It was only a body wash and his mother did it so naturally... Anyway, this was one of the more prominent memories she has of him. Regardless of that, she was glad to call him a friend.
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May 23, 2017 16:03:23 GMT
Post by Raz on May 23, 2017 16:03:23 GMT
This was it, this was his moment! He was just about to loose his arrow when he heard the flap of wings. He groaned inwardly as he realized he had just been beaten again. Just as he finished that thought a blurry form that was his Avalon friend, slammed into the old stag and slit its throat. There was a brief spray of blood that painted the stones by the pond a dark crimson. He watched as the poor animal's struggles grew weaker with each passing second, it's precious life blood soaked into the ground and darker the pond as it's life slipped away entirely. He rose from his crouch and watched the proud Avalon bask in the glory of her kill. She muttered something in her foreign language that he couldn't understand for the life of him. He had been able to pick up bits and pieces of her language during their time together but not nearly enough.
He felt his blood start to pump faster in a mix of awe, anger, and simply put, terror. The sight of Lyvyne standing over the corpse of that stag with blood covered hands made him want to turn and bolt. Standing before him wasn't a normal person, they are a predator. He gulps and can't help but imagine her doing that to him. He releases the tension on the bow and takes a step back only for a twig to snap. Lyvyne's head snapped to his position and for a short moment he thought she was about to attack him. Unless he brought up his bow he would stand no chance. Though he knew that would never happen, not after he saved her life. Still the thought didn't go away. He frowned at the sight as he thought of how it was meant to be his kill.
"Its fine, Lyvyne. Let's just get it home." Desmond says clearly annoyed as he puts the arrow back into it's quiver and slides the bow up his arm to rest on his shoulder. "You know there are other deer in the forest, not just mine." He said jokingly
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May 23, 2017 22:09:49 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on May 23, 2017 22:09:49 GMT
Lyvyne can tell Desmond is upset about the buck, she lowers her head a little and drops her shoulders. She probably put him in a bad mood now, though she is quickly reassured when he speaks next in a light hearted tone and her face brightens up. She is beginning to understand the tones and the way he speaks when he is making a joke, so his criticism is not as harsh as the words make it seem. "You.. Be faster hunter." She says in turn, in what she hopes is the same tone he used just a moment ago. As the two get to work in tying the legs together, she gently strokes the cadaver's pelt. The wildlife has always been something Lyvyne adores, their majestic beauty is something to behold. This buck is in full maturity, a proud beast that lived a full life. That fact makes Lyvyne feel less upset on taking it's life.
Finished with the ties and ready to move the buck back to the village, the Avalon notices her human friend looks... Unnerved. It is as if he has seen a ghost, this makes her worried for Desmond. What got him so spooked? "Are... You okay?" She asks with a concerned look.
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May 24, 2017 14:21:50 GMT
Post by Raz on May 24, 2017 14:21:50 GMT
He rolled his eyes at her joke, "Great, you're a jokester now. I can't be a faster hunter when going up against someone with freaking wings!" He said gesturing at her arms with a smile on his face. As they got to work tying the stag's legs together that chill had stuck with him. Her claws were still covered in now darkened crimson. He didn't like where his mind was leading him. Lyvyne is usually so nice to everyone but the way she kills her prey...it's unnerving. His thoughts grew darker as they worked, what else do Avalon consider their prey? Images of Avalon swooping down on villagers filled his thoughts. He must've shown these inner thoughts because Lyvyne was quick to comment. "Oh! Uhm," He scratched the back of his head, "Yeah I'm alright I uh," He wasn't certain what to say. "D-do Avalon hunt creatures like me too?" He said sheepishly,
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Jun 1, 2017 23:38:49 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 1, 2017 23:38:49 GMT
Through a portal in Scotland an Ankari transport emerged. The transport was supposed to be empty simply on it's way to pick up taxes from the local population but one of the drivers noticed that his cart was moving a slightly slower then the others, he assumed it was just a wonky wheel and carried on. Once they were a mile away from the portal Cliff and his fifteen Hell-Divers slipped quietly from the wagon. Their stealth was impeded by the fact that Big-Back, the largest of the Kvelduf, had taken an arrow to the knee during their flight from the Overseer that pursued them just before they managed to get aboard the caravan. Big-Back was so heavy that the next two strongest Kvelduf, twins named simply Claw and Fang, had to support his weight. They snuck, or limped, quickly off the road and out of sight their dark fur making it easy for them to blend into the forest's shadows.
Once they were safely deep into the forest Cliff signalled for the group to huddle up. They silently formed a circle around him. Almost all of the Hell-Divers were former soldiers before being made slaves. "What's the plan chief?" Red-Streak, named for an odd streak of blood coloured fur on his pelt, asked respectfully. Cliff still wasn't used to being called chief but being a Child of the Mountain, as signified by his pure black fur, gave him a great deal of respect and he'd been the mastermind behind their escape even if other then Clicker and her Avalon the Hell-Divers had been the only ones to escape. "We need food and healing." Cliff said nodding to Big-Back's leg as the large Kvelduf growled. "Should have just left me chief I'm only slowing you down." Cliff shook his head. "Packs don't leave brothers to die if there's any choice." He said firmly.
Cliff turned to Long-Arms their best archer and tracker. "What can you smell?" He asked. Long-Arms sniffed the air closing her eyes to better focus. "Convoy's still going down the road..." She sniffed again. "Someone's killed a buck to the south-east... an Avalon and a human?!" She opened her eyes in surprise. Cliff raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?" That was an odd pair to be sure. "Nose doesn't lie chief." Long-Arms said with a shrug. Cliff nodded. "Let's investigate if they're hunting there must be a village nearby." Red-Streak spoke up. "And if they're working for the Ankari?" Cliff grimaced showing his fangs. "I doubt it but if they are we leave no witnesses." The pack nodded. "Let's move!" Cliff ordered leading the way.
They spotted the Avalon and the human, both quite young, in a clearing tying their prey. Cliff signalled Long-Arms forward "I'm going out alone so as not to scare'em. Cover me." Long-Arms nodded and nocked an arrow in her bow. Cliff crept closer listening to their conversation.
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Jun 2, 2017 19:05:23 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 2, 2017 19:05:23 GMT
Lyvyne cocks her head in confusion at Desmond's nervous question. She doesn't understand what he's exactly asking... she is still finding explaining things like her culture to him and the other villagers, some things are similar while others are completely different. Though it looks like the suspense of this question is making her human friend nervous. She will answer as best as she can. "Avalons... Peaceful race, only hunt prey. Humans... Not prey." She says with the shake of her head. "Avalons only fight... To defend land and people." She struggles to explain it in detail due to only knowing a little of the human language. She is concerned about him, he seems spooked... She smiles at him softly in attempt to ease his nerves. Although living with the humans for some time, she is still reluctant about physical touch and while she has seen others at the village touch shoulders and hands to comfort one another, she is not that comfortable to give or receive that, she still flinches slightly when somebody brushes against her by accident. So she hopes the smile will do the trick.
Her face suddenly becomes serious and she tilts her head in one direction, looking like she is straining to hear something. Avalon's senses of sight and sound are superhuman, being able to hear the subtlest of sounds if they focus. As Lyvyne does, she hears what caught her attention; the tiny sound when grass is crushed underfoot... Heavy feet.. Inhuman... She whispers something in Avalon and turns to look in the direction of where she thinks the sound is coming from. "Not alone..." she whispers to Desmond in his native tongue. Are they friendly? If not, how should she deal with this while protecting Desmond?...
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Jun 3, 2017 20:15:30 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 3, 2017 20:15:30 GMT
Desmond had watched his winged friend with a rising feeling of embarrassment at having asked her such a thing. Of course she wouldn't hunt humans. Thinking back on it, she didn't seem to think they were even a different species at first. She thought that humans were just a strange form of Avalon. She was rather adamant on the idea that they were the same until Desmond's father spoke with her. So the idea of her hunting people as well would be akin to her hunting other Avalon. With his fears put to rest he releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. An embarrassed smile formed on his lips upon learning that his new friend wasn't going to hurt anyone, "Ah that's good to hear." Upon saying this his shoulders slump a bit as appears to visibly relax. His hand drifts away from its close proximity to his bow. "A-anyway, your English has gotten much better, Lyvyne. Won't be long till you completely get the hang of it." He sighs thinking of how his attempt at learning her language has been failing miserably. "I wish I can say the same for my undertaking. How are you even able to make that trll sound with your tongue?" He asks thinking about how during her lessons he struggles with the forming the correct syllables. He can barely roll his Rs let alone chirp.
"Alright, are you ready to h-" He stops his thought midsentence upon seeing Lyvyne suddenly go from her happy smile to looking as she did when she struck the deer. He doesn't make a sound but he does freeze in place and follow her gaze into the forest. He can't see anything out of the ordinary but the forest was thick here so he may miss something. Without a word he unslung his bow and knocked an arrow. His blood chills when he hears that they weren't alone. Could it be wolves? If it was them then he'd need to bolt for the tree and trust that it's branches were sturdy. If it was a person then it was a damn high chance that they were part of a bandit group. In the event of that he'd just have to run, even with his ferocious friend he couldn't take them all. He raised his bow and pulled the string taut, the arrow was aimed at the spot where his Avalon friend was watching. "Who goes there?! Show yourself!" He demanded with as much authority as he could manage.
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Jun 3, 2017 23:00:28 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 3, 2017 23:00:28 GMT
Cliff's sensitive ears heard the slight sound of Long-Arms drawing her bow. The Avalon had better senses then he'd expected. He emerges from the forest his hands clear from his short sword to show he meant no harm. Normally he'd have put the little pup in his place but this was his tribe's territory so he had to show respect as a guest. "I mean no harm pup, Avalon." He said with a respectful dip of his head. "I'm lost. These forests are unlike those of my home, is there a village nearby?" He said not mentioning the rest of the pack in case it was some sort of trap.
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Jun 4, 2017 1:32:03 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 4, 2017 1:32:03 GMT
Desmond was ready for whatever stepped out of those shadowy trees. His index and middle finger held the arrow in place. He had fought with his bow before and had become quite good with it. So, he was confidant he could disable any would be bandit and get away. As the figure stood to it's full height and stepped into sight, all thoughts of resistance fled. Standing just a few meters away was a gargantuan beast that he was positive had just crawled out of some forgotten hell. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of this demon, it's hands were held up and away from a blade. The teeth it showed when it spoke made that blade look like it was beyond redundant. His heart beat and his breathing increased dramatically as adrenaline courses through his system. His vision gets even more crystal clear as his eyes dilate. This beast could disembowel him with just a flick of his wrist. Only his father's hunting lessons kept him from dropping the bow and arrow altogether. He kept his aim on the creature but...what could a single arrow do to that thing? He took a step back, then another, and another.
He flicked his eyes to Lyvyne panic and terror evident in his eyes. His ears register that the creature was speaking but his brain couldn't put meaning to the deep throaty dialect. It sounded more like a growl than communication of any sort. "Why does this keep happening to me?!" He practically screams in his thoughts. In reality though, he says nothing, he merely stares in unimaginable fear of the thing before him. The creature's eyes flicked to him and his already shaken will was crushed. Another backwards step turned into full blown retreat. If he had time to think on it he would've realized that there was no realistic way he could actually escape from that creature. However, right now he is in full blown flight mode. He was aimed towards the village. Any thought of the stag was gone, any concern for Lyvyne also evaporated. She could fly off if she wanted, he damn well can't!
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Jun 4, 2017 16:33:03 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 4, 2017 16:33:03 GMT
Lyvyne's eyes widen in surprise, anxiety and somewhat awe when the large Wolf man steps into sight, larger than any human she has seen in the village and his muscles are the size of tree trunks. She crouches down even further into a stance, ready to either defend or flee. Her father spoke of these beast men, the Kveldulf. They live similar to the Avalon, only packs instead of tribes and clans, proud too. But that is where similarities end. They are harsh and unforgiving to dishonour and look down to their weaker offspring while the Avalon always have a place and treated as an equal. Not to mention their known violence of the blood, it sends them into a frenzy of aggression and feasting, she remembers the horror stories her elders told about the Kveldulf that she lost many night of sleep to. In short, Lyvyne is very, very wary of this creature.
It speaks English, but there are some words it is speaking she is either struggling to understand or go completely over her head. She is glad Desmond is here to translate and his company is providing a comfort in this situation, strength in numbers. That is, until she turns her head when she hears movement and watches him sprint away. She keeps enough composure to stop her Jaw from dropping. He ran away... Well that wouldn't be a bad thing at all to flee, but he has completely forgotten about Lyvyne and left her to deal with this creature alone, one that has the strength to rip the wings from her back with it's bare hands. She feels hurt by this, it feels almost as a betrayal of trust... But there is no time to dwell on emotion, this is about survival right now, she turns to face the Beast. She can't understand it's words or it's intentions. Perhaps the dead buck is it's Goal, to steal away the meat from two lesser races... Or take the buck and Lyvyne too for a hearty meal. She knows it isn't alone, she heard more than one pair of footsteps and a sound similar to when Desmond pulls back the string of his bow... It's feels like a trap. If she flees, they can follow her trail and right back to the village. No way will she risk the lives of those who saved her, it would be cowardly and dishonourable. However, fighting it will be suicide. She has the advantage of flight and speed, but it looks strong and resilient. She will tire before it does and then it could easily pluck her out of the air when she swoops, sinking those sharp teeth into her tender flesh... A horrific image. There's only one thing she can do...
She suddenly spreads her wings wide, the full wing span far greater size than the Kveldulf's height and width, but not in mass. Her wings are strong even for an Avalon and her best bet for a show of power, she does not mean it for intimidation but to show she is an equal to this beast. That her strengths are different, but on the same level. With a powerful movement of the wings, she throws herself fifteen feet into the air but still in sight of the Kveldulf. Her posture is confident despite her fear. Father always said for a stranger whose intents are unknown to take you seriously, make it known you're an equal. "Do not take me for a fool, you have more within the forest!" She speaks in her native tongue, firmly but not in a threatening manner. "Show me proof you are not deceiving me or a threat to my life. Show themselves, disarmed." It is only when she finishes speaking that Lyvyne remembers the Kveldulf spoke like a human, he perhaps does not know Avalon... "More of you... In forest.. Come out, no weapons, show that you... No threat. Talk... Or go." She says in broken English. In the air, she has the advantage. She can fly from them and her senses are alert incase those hidden have projectiles aimed towards her, ready to evade and create more distance. She will have to fly deeper into the forest, away from the direction of the village. She can't risk their lives...
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Jun 9, 2017 22:19:27 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 9, 2017 22:19:27 GMT
Cliff flinched as the human moved and then blinked in shock as the pup ran. He swiftly raised a hand to prevent Long-Arms from putting an arrow in the retreating back. Dishonour and foolishness in one. Dishonor to leave a pack-member, even one of a different species, to face danger alone and foolishness to think he could outrun a Kveldulf. Even Red-Streak the slowest among his pack, not including Big-Back with his injury, could have caught the pup easily.
The Avalon seemed just as surprised before spreading her wings Cliff flinched back, snarling, expecting some sort of attack but instead she flew up and addressed him from above. Here was a worthy creature he thought before straightening again. He bowed his head respectfully and tapped over his heart twice, a sign of respect but not submission. "You are right Great-Wing," He said giving the Avalon an honorary name, referring to her clearly exceptional flight power, until he learnt her true one. "However we seek no blood to be shed unless you seek it first." The pack emerged from the wood still armed but with their weapons sheathed. "A brother is injured." He said gesturing towards Big-Back, still being supported by the twins, who growled at Great-Wing until his leg slipped slightly and it turned into a whimper of pain. "We seek aid and succour and will pay for it however we can." He stated to the creature flying above him; not pleading or bargaining simply stating a fact.
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Jun 22, 2017 10:33:10 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 22, 2017 10:33:10 GMT
Lyvyne watches the pack reveal themselves cautiously as she listens to their pack leader, they seem to look to him for guidance.. Or at least for him to take leadership where they do not want it. The leader addresses to her respectfully and show no means to harm her, at least that is what it appears to be and she hasn't put it past them to trick her into a false sense of security yet, so she remains in the air for now however her tense posture relaxes a little. Seeing the injured Kveldulf causes her face to soften, she is reminded of the day she arrived here. Shot down from the sky and gravely injured in her proud wing, a crippling blow that the Avalon has yet to fully recover from. She feels a sense of relation to this Kveldulf and... and if the people of the village, Desmond and his father especially, can show kindness and aid to a foreign species, Lyvyne would be insulting herself if she did not do the same.
Weighing the risks, the Avalon leans herself forward and adjusts her wings so that she makes a smooth, soundless landing. She understood the basics of what the leader was saying, focusing on healing his companion but she would be foolish to trust so swiftly. In return for the respect given to her, the Avalon gestures her people's respectful sign, arm across her chest accompanied with a slight bow. "Lyvyne... Lyvyne Strongwing." She introduces herself in human as clear as she muster. "Village close... But.. Only two come. Leader and wounded." She tells them, straining her tone for the universal words to be spoken and hoping that it will get her point across.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 22, 2017 17:47:06 GMT
The pack growls at Lyvyne's request but Cliff holds up a hand and they quieten. Big-back needed medical aid soon or he will die, this Cliff knew. "Think you can walk with just me brother?" He asked the massive Kveldulf. "I could walk by myself!" Big-back growled but nevertheless leaned on Cliff's shoulder as Fang and Claw released him. Cliff grunted and staggered under the weight but stayed standing. "I am called Cliff, Strongwing this is Big-Back we will follow you the rest of my pack will wait here on my honour as a Son of the Mountain." He said respectfully of course what he didn't tell her was that they would wait only two days and if he had not returned or sent word by then... they would find the village and tear it to shreds but he wasn't actually lying.
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Jun 22, 2017 20:14:02 GMT
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 22, 2017 20:14:02 GMT
Lyvyne is grateful and relieved that her terms are accepted and bows her head slightly. She looks to the rest of the Cliff's pack and then back to the still freshly killed Buck. The points a clawed finger to her prey while addressing them. "My prey... Will come back later but... No eating... Dishonourable." Her English is still basic, but she knows the words get across. Hunting is sacred to the Avalon, what they kill is claimed by the hunter and their party. To cut away or feast on the meat of what is not yours to claim is theft, a great dishonour and an insult to the successful hunter. Avalons don't take kindly to an insult to their pride...
With her point made, she begins to lead the two Kveldulfs to the village, slowing her speed so they can keep up with her. She walks fine on her clawed feet, but she always found walking awkward. Avalons walk in small periods and flight is there main source of travel. Lyvyne is slowly getting used to it, but prefers taking to the skies and will always choose that over being grounded.
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Jun 23, 2017 15:16:01 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 23, 2017 15:16:01 GMT
"You just left her?!" Came the shouted demand of Desmond's father. Desmond had just finished explaining what had occurred through gasping breaths. He had spoke of massive wolf creatures coming out of the forest. He had ran at full tilt the entire way back to the village. A small crowd of curious and worried onlookers were beginning to gather. His father watched and listened to his son try desperately to relay what happened. When finally his son had finished and looked to him for guidance, Desmond found only that his father's eyes were simply ablaze with fury and disappointment. His father's demand stunned him, almost as much as the fist connecting with his jaw. For just a moment he saw nothing, the next he saw the dirt floor of his father's forge. He tasted iron and felt like he had just been kicked by a mule. He looked up at his father with disbelief, "You left her to die and ran directly here. You bloody coward." His father's last remark was a dismissal he realized as his father started barking orders. Everything became a flurry of rushing bodies as his father rounded up a militia and began laying out what they need to do. Desmond got to his feet and was whisked away with the other villagers to the stone church.
When the Kveldulf and Avalon arrive at the village they do not see any sign of life, at least not at first. Lyvyne catches sight of one of the villagers disappear inside the big stone hut. Inside the men of the village had barricaded the door with the wooden benches for church goers. In their hands they hold a variety of farming tools, spears, old swords, and bows. Despite his failure earlier, Desmond is still among their ranks
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 23, 2017 16:22:51 GMT
Upon seeing the weapons arrayed against them Big-Back reaches for his warhammer a low growl building in his chest but Cliff quickly stops him. Assessing the humans Cliff decides they are some kind of peasant levy like the Ankari use as opposed to proper soldiers. Cliff could easily escape or flee from them but with an injured Big-Back? No their best hope was that the Avalon could make the humans understand they weren't hostile. Cliff drew his sword making sure to hold it by the blade and not the hilt so he wouldn't be able to use it and placed it on the ground the blood from where it had cut into his hand dripping onto the soil.
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Jun 23, 2017 16:36:25 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 23, 2017 16:36:25 GMT
Lyvyne is worried. She has a feeling the villagers are nervous and on edge due to the Kveldulf's arrival. She can hardly blame them though, their massive and feral-looking presence makes her feel uneasy as it is, it is only natural instinct for them to hunker down and hide, maybe even prepare to defend themselves. But, these two are trusting her to bring them no harm and she would not allow any of that to come their way for now. They're just scared, not knowing yet that these hulking beasts are here in the seek of aid.
The Avalon makes a gesture for the two to stay put and she walks a few feet ahead, ready to speak for her followers. "Kveldulf are not here to harm you. They are in need of help, one is hurt." She calls out in her native tongue, a few select villagers know her language well and hopefully hear her words, but she will speak in their's to be sure. "No danger... Visitors... Need help." She keeps herself looking calm and confident so they know she is not being held as a hostage. She can only wait for a response...
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Jun 23, 2017 17:01:42 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 23, 2017 17:01:42 GMT
Lyvyne sees a familiar man she has come to know quite well step out from the press of bodies. She recognizes the form of Desmond's father with an old two handed claymore in his hands. He holds it with a familiarity that tells of his experience with it. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion upon seeing Lyvyne. While he doesn't lower his weapon he does relax just a touch at her presence. "Lyvyne, it is good to see you're still with us." He calls in her native tongue. The sound is strange and do not appear like they were designed for human vocal cords but he presses on. "Those that you have with you, who are they?" Lyvyne watches his eyes cut from herself to the two massive Kveldulf. She notices as well that Desmond stands beside his father though he has a smattering of dried blood on his chin and lips.
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Jun 23, 2017 17:26:31 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 23, 2017 17:26:31 GMT
Lyvyne feels relieved to see Desmond's father come out into her vision and speak her tongue, she was half expecting everybody to either run or attack by impulse. She also sees Desmond beside him, but his mouth has the marking of blood and she could tell that the skin will begin bruising soon. She feels concern for him, did he hurt himself on the way to the village? Or did his father discipline him again? She has witnessed it before when Desmond did something very bad in the past and his father hit him. It wasn't a malicious attack out of the blue, but had enough force to hurt. Like a punishment. Her family wouldn't approve of this kind of punishment, but Lyvyne reminds herself that this isn't her family, not her culture. His father is a good man and loves all his family, he would only do such a thing if he messed up terribly... Still, it looked like it will be sore and despite all that has happened recently, she is happy to see him safe.
"They are passersby. This is Cliff and Big-Back." She calls back out in her tongue and gestures to them behind her, she is unaware that these codenames indicate a slave. A person stripped of their identity. "Big Back is hurt, attacked. They require healing. They have offered to repay this kindness."
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Jun 24, 2017 15:55:47 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 24, 2017 15:55:47 GMT
The villagers were still on edge as their leader spoke in odd warbling syllables to Lyvyne. Still, they looked less frightened as a rippling whisper ran through the crowd, "Look it's Ly." One said, "I thought she was dead." Said another. The man looks to the ones standing behind Lyvyne, "Will they submit to being bound while we verify their story? I've seen their kind run wild over the countryside before. Are there any others out there?" He demanded to know. If it wasn't for her heightened eyes she wouldn't have noticed but a man stands in the crowd aiming an arrow at the Kveldulf. This wouldn't be odd given the situation but the arrow he has knocked looks eerily familiar.
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Jun 24, 2017 16:37:49 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 16:37:49 GMT
Lyvyne eyes widen in realisation and horror. The arrow is barbed. The same kind that impaled her wing those months ago... And judging by the strain of the string and twitch of his string finger, he is about to release that arrow directly into the chest of the injured Kveldulf. She cannot allow that to happen, not again!
As the man lets the arrow loose, the Avalon flaps her wings while kicking herself forward with incredible momentum to fly like a bullet. She intercepts the arrow with her hand, though unfortunately she is unable to catch and pierces through her hand. Her forward thrust and the flight of the arrow combine into enough impact force that the head flies right through her hand and halts movement on the top of the shaft. The excruciating pain is all too familiar to her, flashes of agony that she felt the first time she was hit, but counts herself lucky that the evil barbs continued through her flesh and did not bury this time. As the man is about to nock another, Lyvyne balls her talons up and hits the man in chest with a double kick, it's like a boulder smashing against his chest and sending him flying back a few feet and onto his back. With her good hand, she picks up the bow before the scrambling man can grab it back and cuts the string with her claw. It is useless now.
"Stop him!" She calls out in her own language, the heat of the moment making her forget the villagers don't speak her tongue. She is crouched with her injured hand bent at the elbow and upwards to the sky. She watches the man very warily, just waiting him to attempt to strike her down, for she cannot strike first. She is acting in the defence of herself and her followers. She hopes the villagers realise her actions were not impulsive violence and know her after her time here that she would not betray and attack them without provocation. "His intent is malicious!" she has forgotten her injured hand and the pain is blocked out by adrenaline. Fresh blood pours from the wound where the barbs shredded flesh and begins to leak down her forearm, droplets drip from her elbow
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Jun 24, 2017 18:27:53 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 24, 2017 18:27:53 GMT
Cliff and Big-Back see a flurry of rapid movements that end with the Avalon with an arrow through her hand. The arrow appeared to have been meant for him. Without a thought he snatched up his blade and held it up defensively. He bared his teeth and snarled, "What is the meaning of this?!" His eyes latch onto the figure whom Lyvyne had launched into the air. "Damn it!" He was screaming mentally, they'd been tricked. Big-Back is in no condition to fight though. And his other ally may already be out of the fight.
The villagers only see a blur of motion and then one of their number is thrown away. He sits up with a groan. "Monstrous bitch." The villagers divide up with seven leveling their weapons at lyvyne. Desmond's friend Harry is with them. He holds a cruel wicked blade up to the back of her head. Desmond himself runs in the middle of them with his wooden spear. "What are you doing?! Leave her alone!" Harry stares murder at Lyvyne, "She's a monster, Desmond. These freaks took our world from us. Some of the villagers are confused by this sudden turn of events. They don't know who they should be trying to protect. Their friend or the Avalon. The rest of them keep their weapons raised as the wolves pick theirs back up. Desmond's father shouts for them to stop. "What madness is this Thomas?!"
The man named Thomas who had fired the arrow warily got to his feet and dusted himself off. "This is war, James. These things took everything from me. Now they threaten to take everything from us. You really think that there aren't more of those things waiting for us to drop our guard?!"
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Jun 24, 2017 19:01:43 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 24, 2017 19:01:43 GMT
Lyvyne watches as seven of the villagers, some she thought were kind to her, surround her with their weapons aimed towards her head. The biggest shock of this moment is Harry calling her 'monster' behind her, a part of this mob. Knows what this word means, it is a very unpleasant one she does not like speaking. She treated him as family... This betrayal cuts deep, the trust she had with these people has collapsed. Was this what they thought of her all this time? She looks among the crowd and spots Desmond's father near the one who shot the arrow, arguing with him over his actions. "He is the one who shot me before!" Lyvyne shouts to Desmond's father in rapid fire, her own language. She raises her inuured hand in the air, revealing the same make of barbed arrow he removed before. "He intended this one to kill my follower I swore to keep safe on his journey here! He has my message!" She calls out again, that message means everything to her. It can make a difference for her people! "Shut it with your gibberish, monster!" One villager snarls and tries to shank her with his makeshift spear. The Avalon reacts defensively and unfurls her wings wide and swipes one across the people around her, disarming two or three. The rest back off to avoid her wings, giving her the opportunity to gain some air and out of their reach.
"Traitors!" She screams in their tongue. She has done nothing but support and show kindness to these people for the aid she was given by one of them, then they treat her as if she had wronged them terribly. It makes her sorrow turn to anger, treating her honour like the dirt on their boots! She grips the arrow with her good and pulls it out of her hand forcefully, the forward position so the arrowhead does not pass through her flesh again. She grunts in discomfort but manages to remove it, adrenaline and anger fueling her motivation. She snaps it with one hand while keeping her eyes on all the villagers that challenge her. An Avalon whose honour was soiled by another is a vengeful and dangerous creature. Lyvyne is a trained scout, taught many combat techniques should she have no choice but to fight, not to mention of advantage of flight. They will be no match against her. It pains her to count these people who treated her as their own as an enemy, but she may have no choice should they attack again...
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Jun 25, 2017 0:53:20 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 25, 2017 0:53:20 GMT
James, Desmond's father, turns his head to the sound of Lyvyne's voice. His brows knit in incomprehension. No, it can't be. Thomas wasn't that kind of man, he's just scared. These are the thoughts that run through his mind in that split second. Lyvyne sees that in his eyes he was struggling to make sense of it all. "No, that's im-" James was turning his head back to Thomas when he felt the brush of something against his throat. It was there one second, gone the next. He wasn't entirely certain he had even felt anything. His eyes moved to Thomas's now blood spattered face questioningly. "T-urg," He had tried to say his friends name only for it to come out as a garbled sickeningly wet sound. Confusion clouded his features even as he fell to his knees, his tunic was covered in already darkening crimson. His eyes drifted to the dagger with scarlet dripping from the tip. A growing cold was seeping into his chest as his heart pumped his lifeblood onto the packed earth. He fell to his knees, hardly feeling the impact. Still he didn't understand, why was everyone looking at him? He reached to his childhood friend with a blood stained hand. "T-urg." Came the dying gurgle of James before he fell to the Earth. He couldn't feel anything but he could of sworn he heard his son's voice before the dark enveloped him.
The gathered villagers all just stood and stared at Thomas in shocked silence. Even the ones working with Thomas freeze, astonished he'd do something like that. Aside from the sound of Lyvyne's wings buffering the villagers with wind the air was frozen for one tense second as James fell to his knees. A single horrified scream rips through the silence. "Daaaad!!!" The scream of terror seems to spark the powder keg. Thomas shouts at the top of his lungs, "Wall! Bring down the bird!" The villagers burst into a flurry of movement. Two young boys simply bolt off the sides of the engagement, they simply want to get away from the fighting. One elderly man with a spade and bald head yanks open the church door and closes it behind him as he hides with the women and children. The others try to follow his orders, they roughly form a wall of bristling spears, knives, axes, scythes, and whatever they could cobble together. Meanwhile a few men with bows stand behind them aiming at Lyvyne. Desmond's wooden speer clattered on the ground as he rushed to his father. Before he could get there a heavy leather gloved fist connects with his jaw. He's sent reeling away from the crowd, desperate he tries to get through again. "No, please! Dad!!" He calls tasting iron as a faint stream run down his busted lip. He tries to get through the press only to feel something hard jab him in the stomach. He glances down and sees a blooded knife sticking in his gut. His eyes looked up to see Harry standing there, his face looked as shocked as Desmond was. Another peasant, Charlie the fisherman Desmond thinks, plants a boot in the boys stomach that sends him tumbling down the little hill the church was built on top of. He landed beneath where Lyvyne was currently hovering.
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Jun 25, 2017 12:11:12 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 25, 2017 12:11:12 GMT
Big-Back manages to hop on his good leg bringing his warhammer around in a horizontal arc smashing two militia skulls but also throwing him off balance, he rolls cursing along the ground bowling into another militiaman who falls on top of him. Big-Back simply hugs the man squeezing until ribs break piercing the internal organs.
Cliff grabs his sword from the ground and charges forward thrusting and slicing with it while he uses the claws of his free-hand to disembowel some of the villagers. Cliff spots the archers taking aim at the Avalon and with a terrifying howl he leaps over the amateurish spear-wall landing directly on top of one their bow and arm snapping under the impact. The next archer dies with Cliff's sword thrust through his neck. The third turns quickly loosing the arrow he'd knocked at close-range. Cliff barely managed to dodge the fletchings brushing against his fur just below his ear as the he tilted his head just in time. The archer did not get a second shot as Cliff tore him apart with his powerful jaws. Turning to the remaining villagers Cliff howled again loud and fierce. "Next one to touch the Avalon dies!"
Some way away Long-Arms ears pricked up. "Chief is in trouble!" She yelled and sprinted in the direction of the village quickly followed by the rest of the pack not bothering to question her but saving their breath for running to Cliff's aid.
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Jun 25, 2017 13:04:03 GMT
Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 25, 2017 13:04:03 GMT
Lyvyne watches in shock as James falls to his knees, his shirt beginning to change colour into a deep crimson that slowly spreads from the collar to his chest. It takes her slow to register this. One half of her saviours, a human she looked up to and admired... Dead, killed at the hands f an insane man. She barely acknowledges the shouting of Thomas, the roars of the Kveldulf fighting back against the rebellious villagers... She is too focused on the death of a good friend... Then a flash at the corner of her eye flies towards her, towards her wing. Another barbed arrow, shot by Thomas no doubt. He must have got another bow from a fellow Rebel. She is quicker than those months ago, she will not fall from the same attack. She twists her body mid-air into a expert diagonal flip so the arrow misses and intercepts it's flight path by catching it by the shaft with her good hand. When she twists herself back into an upright position, she glares at Thomas, his furious eyes stare back at her. "Coward!" She screams at him in his tongue as an insult. Called a terrible name in his own language. As she screams, she twirls the arrow between her fingers to face towards her opponent and throws it like miniature spear with incredible precision and power. It hits their mark and impales into the shoulder of Thomas' bow arm. He cries out in pain and anger. It's a cruel irony, that he now feels the same crippling feeling that he once inflicted upon her.
She would intend much more damage to avenge James, until she sees a body roll down to where she currently flies... A knife stuck into his stomach. No... She can't lose him, she can barely afford to lose one friend today, she will not lose another. She spies the man who did this, who now tries to retreat back into a formation created by the rebels. She is not allowing this cowardly man run away from his actions! She leans forwards in his direction and flaps her wings for strength to swoop down upon him. She intercepts and knocks him to the ground, he shouts and screams in panic as he flails to get the Avalon off him but she is too strong, even more so fueled by revenge and fury. It's like watching a mouse fighting off a hawk, a futile and pitiful fate. She wraps an arm around his neck and flaps her wings for air again, the man chokes and claws at her arm to desperately break free for air. She twists to face the rest of the rebels as they watch. Forced to watch one of their own being hanged like he is on a noose, an old war execution used by her ancestors for installing fear into their enemies, and it's working as she witnesses the looks of terror. Charlie's stops fighting, his arms and legs hang loose... The life choked out of him. She drops his body like a sack of potatoes and locks on the mob. "Traitors. Monsters. Kill your own... Dishonoured Ferashka!" She says it all in their to tongue except the last word in Avalon, a terrible word to speak. One that brands somebody with a fate worse than death...
She cannot afford to spend more anger on them, not while her friend is in danger. She flies over to Desmond, hooking her legs underneath his arms and interlocking them together to hold him while she flies them both to safety. She must find him aid... Somehow... He cannot die. She turns to the Kveldulf helping her defend. "Follow!" She calls out and flies away with Desmond in her claws, towards the woods so that they disappear from their range of arrows.
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Jun 25, 2017 13:39:11 GMT
Post by jackygirl on Jun 25, 2017 13:39:11 GMT
Cliff grabs Big-Back and together they manage to hobble after the Avalon though a thrown spear does hit Cliff lodging in his shoulder. His training allows him to ignore the pain and keep moving as Big-Back snaps the shaft of the spear off though the head is still lodged under his shoulder-blade. They make it to the safety of the tree-line. "Where are we going Lyvyne?!" Yells Cliff panting with exhertion.
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Jun 25, 2017 14:38:27 GMT
Post by Raz on Jun 25, 2017 14:38:27 GMT
Desmond had been lying in the dirt with a growing red stain on his shirt. His hands clutched at his wound. The pain was unbearable, he was crying out in agony. His mind was frantic as it tried to find a way to protect itself from the never-ending waves of pain. "Mom!" He cried, desperately wanting for someone to make it stop. His mind latches on to a memory of his mother fixing him up when he got hurt. He was curled up in a little ball sobbing like a wounded dog when Lyvyne found him. He was vaguely aware of himself being lifted into the sky. He was going into shock at the sight of so much blood. He went limp in her talons. He saw the village becoming smaller in the distance as his friend carried him away. The wolves were following them from below.
His eyes closed and he drifted. When they opened, he was lying next to a dead buck. The pain was immediate. He groaned alerting his companions that he was awake. "Fuck...l
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