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grand entrance [story telling + thunderstorm] - Perseus - 08-06-2019
Astraeus' light shone down on Tanglewood tonight. The titan's moonlight lit the clearing where Perseus laid, gazing up the glittering stars. Also among them was Hera, arranging the constellations within the sky. The German Shepherd could recall each point within the sky. From Andromeda to Virgo, he traced the sky with his weary eyes. With what vision he had, all was a blur, but to him that light from above meant something. What laid above him of him meant a story. One he had yet to tell and something he probably would not share for a long time. Even so, he was willing to share the good times. The lovers he had to the wild adventures he held, Perseus was sure to share a thrilling story. It just happened that the stars were his story book. Perhaps even his diary. Even though he could no longer see the sky's glory, he knew that the constellations above told the story of his glory. The German Shepherd's stories would seem strange to many. Possibly untrue even. For a man his age, he knew his place. He was not senile, nor insane. Perseus was just a humble warrior, retired from battle till the next one came. In his past though, he was unkempt. The canine was righteous against his enemies, punishing for their deeds in front of the finest of gods. Nevertheless, the male praised neutrality and the world's fulfilling morals. Those that broke that tranquility were promptly thrown aside. Eventually things turned bleak. Something went south in the middle of his glory. Simply, he had peaked. His downfall was quick. The Gods turned against him rightfully. His spouse turned too, shunning him. Lost and without a home, Perseus had to escape. Perseus lived the rest of his life as an alienated being. Shifting from body to body as he was on the run from the Gods' punishment, he eventually found himself alone. From city to city, the canine moved along. There was never any finality for him. Nothing was ever permanent and relationships had always been cut off. No matter how hard he tried to escape from the Greek punishers, they had always managed to catch up to him. Though as their reign of worship ended, he began to be more successful in his attempts. The Greeks were finally losing their power. Not long ago did he settle elsewhere. Finally, Tanglewood came across his view. The marsh was damp and almost abandoned, but it felt homely. It reminded him of the great Lake Lerna. Satisfied in his pick, the canine decided to settle down. For quite a long time he kept to himself. Relationships would damn him. If he had to run again, all would be lost. As time passed though, he began to slowly come out his skin and start to interact with the Tanglewood members. He had seen many die, others live on to become leaders or traitors amongst them, but many loyal members remained today. They were not his friends, only acquaintances. Truly, the fear of gaining their empathy had always irked him. It was something that was bound to be there for the rest of his life. Still, there was an unconscious hope. As he stared out at the blurred light, a subtle smile rose upon his lips. The canine rose to his paws with ease and let out a small call to those that were in the distance. "If anyone would like to hear what prophecies and legacies I have given way to, please join me," Perseus' soft voice mustered out. "I would like to share my story." 'And then, perhaps, they would understand.' In the distance, dark clouds were rolling in. Their horrific figures were blocking off the moonlight that flooded Tanglewood's swamp. Eventually the storm would reach the clearing. For now, all was silent. Prompt: To honor his Greek heritage, Perseus arranges a night beneath the stars so he can recount the legendary myths, specifically his favorites, to a newer generation. All is going well until a violent thunderstorm clashes overhead. Referencing this thread by [member=67]beck.[/member] template by orion
Re: grand entrance [story telling + thunderstorm] - wormwood. - 08-06-2019 [glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — 。+゚.[/glow]
Wormwood had many stories that painted his golden pelt, despite the fact that he was relatively young for a lion. However, he was sure that none of these stories were as wild and glorious as the ones that Perseus probably had stored in his head and written on his body. Wormwood's stories were, also, never connected to any sort of gods above. Poetking might have believed in a god or gods that had created the land and ruled over all of it's creatures, but he honestly wasn't really sure about any of that. After all, when gods and ghosts and unholy creatures could just walk among you, how were you supposed to just believe that there was somebody – or multiple somebodies – up there actually looking out for you? Wouldn't they stop the horrible things that happened, like Arrow's gruesome death, or Sam being captured? Worm could understand the natural order of things, but he couldn't look at life as them just being the pawns on a chessboard. Still, despite these thoughts in his head, Wormwood wouldn't disrespect Perseus by choosing not to hear his stories, no matter how farfetched some may seem to the lion's young ears. Instead he just came strolling over calmly, his wings tucked against his back as he sat down on a patch of dry land. If his eyes had caught on to the thunderstorm crawling through the sky far above, he probably wouldn't have even left his house, the thunder and lightning drudging up bad memories and making him shake in fear as he thought of Vathmos. However, he didn't see them, and instead just sat and said with a smile, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"I'd love to hear, Perseus."[/glow] Re: grand entrance [story telling + thunderstorm] - Vathmos - 08-06-2019 The life of a hyena was nothing special. You were born into the tribe and you were raised by the mothers. They fiercely protected you and loved you, gave you good pickings of the food. When you grew older, around a year, you were expected to come hunt with the parties. As a female, you were expected to reign over your male counterparts, and make sure they knew you were above them. Below the males, were the slaves, kept under pressure by the sheer overpowering number of the hyenas and the ability to work in tandum together. That was where the strength of the Hyena Tribe centered and thrived- in numbers and under one matriarch. Vathmos' time alone in the wilderness was the worse time of her life, and a part of her that she would not admit to, hated the idea of beng alone. It was in her nature. She needed other people to be happy, and she needed other people to survive. She liked having Wormwood as an ally, in that way. Vathmos felt that, if she were to go down, Wormwood would protect her. They had one god in the Spotted Hide tribe. Lamashtu, mother and patroness to many misshapen and malformed creatures that crawl, slither, or flap on the land. Or simply, the Mother of Monsters. Lamashtu considered all other gods to be her enemies, and that's what the hyenas thought too. An enemy of Lamashtu was an enemy of yourself, and an enemy of the tribe. Hyenas were created when Lamashtu took one as her consort, and their species was allied with her ever since. They seeked out deformities in themselves for her, killing the idea of beauty, some even went as far as scarring themselves in the name of Lamashtu. Joining the outside world, however... brought in some doubt. Vathmos, like her hyena brethren, was a faithful follower of the jackel goddess, but learning that gods and demons walked amoung us? It strengthed the idea of her existence, yes, but where was Lamashtu? Did she also walk among us? Was she hiding in one of these clans? Could Lamashtu be killed? The idea made her sick. Vathmos, being a natural nocturnal, brought herself out of the camp for the night, after sleeping off most of the day. The thunderclouds storming above excited her, and she wondered how long it would take for them to get here. She was excited for it to rain. Vathmos felt like the thunder called to her, and beckoned her. She couldn't quite describe it, though. She figured it had to do with her powers, but she couldn't explain much more. As she was padding through the swamp, towards the storm, she came into the clearing, finding the German Shepard and Wormwood. "Oh. Hey- uh, Perseus, right?" He was going to share stories? She supposed she could stop for a moment to listen. "Okay. I'm all ears." // im REALLY fucking sorry i didn't mean to type this much ━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━ Re: grand entrance [story telling + thunderstorm] - beatae - 08-09-2019
had mikolaj not attempted to murder the retired warrior, perhaps they could have spoken of their pasts together. find comparisons in their lives and maybe be grumpy old men together until the vampire unfortunately outlived the blind man. it was unlikely, now. mikolaj could not see the other canine wanting anything to do with him, and he wished to avoid another outburst like the last. perseus had just been so... close. practically on top of mikolaj, considering he had already been covering moth from beck's little... scene. it was still no one's fault but his own, of course. he was just satisfied to see that his plan had executed properly. they mobbed against mikolaj. they forced down his hunger and forced him to regain his logical senses again over survival. it was what he had come to tanglewood for. this was not communicated to anyone, of course. he did not expect them to realize this any time soon, either. perhaps some time eventually they could catch on, one by one. but for now he did not mind being avoided or shunned. still, he would participate where available. mikolaj silently sat by himself, watching the old dog with tired eyes. "SPEECH" |