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captured [✦] ISN'T IT LOVELY - suvi. - 04-07-2019
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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | sawbone —
There was no blood. Barely a scattered trace. The conflict had been brief. The outcome decided from the very start. No fight meant no blood. The little vixen had not offered a fierce fight, barely the briefest desperate struggle.— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | sawbone —
She had not wanted to fight. No blood on her claws. Only hope in her heart for another solution. But now she was gone. A faint scent trail leading away from the safety of the swamp. The barest hint of fear. And Jervis. The Pitt.
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Re: captured [✦] ISN'T IT LOVELY - AMUNET - 04-08-2019
— the scent of blood was a comfort, to the predatory, to one born of unsheathed violence.
Ament's own temptation lie in wait for opportunity, static curling behind his thoughts waiting to scramble it. His mind was a haze of it a battleground with an advantage he could not slight. a war waged but not stacked in his odds. Rage - wraith was a temptress and it stole his breath and logic in one fell swoop. For a creature who's curisoity was a shadow to his instincts. Destruction- wraith would always come easier.
It made him prey to the static all the more easier.
it buzzed in his mind. Buzz buzz. zzzt. The familiar smell of the pitt registered as a raise in the near silent decibel to earth shattering decibels. Buzz buzz buzz - zzzt.
A distressed sound escaped him, feathers lining flat as the youth recognized it, fell back into a crevice of his mindset like a slippery slope. It was hard to ground himself- hard to find comfort in the swamp when his home was open sands and the crashing waves, when his home was lush jungle and soft dowry feathers in white, gold brown. His home- his pack his mother - were gone and gods no -
"mother left"
but it wasn't was it?
Ament left the jungle, left his home. He did this to himself- and now it was happening to someone else.
A shriek of fury, high pitched wail scratched at his throat and bellowed from his maw. The feathered omega shook his head, lowering to the ground at the scent, at the reminder. He didn't want to go back there-
but he wasn't going to let someone else suffer the same fate as him, either.
/ can ament go save them? ^^
Ament's own temptation lie in wait for opportunity, static curling behind his thoughts waiting to scramble it. His mind was a haze of it a battleground with an advantage he could not slight. a war waged but not stacked in his odds. Rage - wraith was a temptress and it stole his breath and logic in one fell swoop. For a creature who's curisoity was a shadow to his instincts. Destruction- wraith would always come easier.
It made him prey to the static all the more easier.
it buzzed in his mind. Buzz buzz. zzzt. The familiar smell of the pitt registered as a raise in the near silent decibel to earth shattering decibels. Buzz buzz buzz - zzzt.
A distressed sound escaped him, feathers lining flat as the youth recognized it, fell back into a crevice of his mindset like a slippery slope. It was hard to ground himself- hard to find comfort in the swamp when his home was open sands and the crashing waves, when his home was lush jungle and soft dowry feathers in white, gold brown. His home- his pack his mother - were gone and gods no -
"mother left"
but it wasn't was it?
Ament left the jungle, left his home. He did this to himself- and now it was happening to someone else.
A shriek of fury, high pitched wail scratched at his throat and bellowed from his maw. The feathered omega shook his head, lowering to the ground at the scent, at the reminder. He didn't want to go back there-
but he wasn't going to let someone else suffer the same fate as him, either.
/ can ament go save them? ^^
Re: captured [✦] ISN'T IT LOVELY - Anubis. - 04-08-2019
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]No.
Denial came simply to the youthful immortal. Denial and rage. Unprecedented fury lit like a bonfire. The scents he found mixing in the air told him the story. Ament's own rage fueled the flames. It'd been the raptor's shriek he had followed.
No.
Anubis had taken a liking to Kiira. Perhaps out of guilt. He had never been in good standing with Cynthia. If he had pushed her more, or been more convincing, Kiira... Well he supposed maybe she wouldn't exist... Regardless, the Egyptian had grown attached to the glitchy sawbone. Even if she was in an odd state now...
She was gone now. Taken from the evidence left behind. The canine took slow, measured breaths. His dark eyes glinted with something dangerous. "We can't act recklessly, Ament," he muttered. "We need to tell Crow... Then we'll get her back." Really, truthfully, his words were more for his own well-being and reassurance. Rash actions could lead to worse consequences. He knew that much.
There was blood in the air. Not now, but soon, surely, for the fire in his veins. No. Not Kiira.
// Mobile I think Misty has some plans goin on with this on the Typhoon side of things but idk ^^'
Re: captured [✦] ISN'T IT LOVELY - Luciferr - 04-10-2019
A Z R A Y E L
//hit me up if we can do a rescue (whether with luci or Az or BOTH) I’m all down for it if you’d like c;
It’s always the small ones - the children and those deemed weaker that are picked off and targeted - some might say that’s simply nature and if this were about ferals after food he’d agree, but this is far from simply hunger driving wolves to the door.
Azrayel has always found the deaths of children and the young saddening - and enraging when dealt by a culprit.
The pointless torture now doubt in store is doubly so.
Something to be said for lucifer’s kin and their soft spots for the youngsters one might say - this huge habit of taking those lost under their wing (figuratively or literally) a trait passed since lucifers own mother looked out upon the wide universe and declared unto herself that she would see them safe.
The white lit eyes are narrowed at the scene and a rumble of discontent but agreement echoes Anubis’ words, shifting to gently nudge his little brother in comfort, he hums quietly we’ll get her back and the unspoken promise of ‘even if we have to raise the very depths of hell ourselves’ goes without saying.
Strange how fondness for tiny mortals grows upon him like fungus - but he cannot stand the idea of the tiny yet fearless little fae that had first greeted him in this place.
It’s always the small ones - the children and those deemed weaker that are picked off and targeted - some might say that’s simply nature and if this were about ferals after food he’d agree, but this is far from simply hunger driving wolves to the door.
Azrayel has always found the deaths of children and the young saddening - and enraging when dealt by a culprit.
The pointless torture now doubt in store is doubly so.
Something to be said for lucifer’s kin and their soft spots for the youngsters one might say - this huge habit of taking those lost under their wing (figuratively or literally) a trait passed since lucifers own mother looked out upon the wide universe and declared unto herself that she would see them safe.
The white lit eyes are narrowed at the scene and a rumble of discontent but agreement echoes Anubis’ words, shifting to gently nudge his little brother in comfort, he hums quietly we’ll get her back and the unspoken promise of ‘even if we have to raise the very depths of hell ourselves’ goes without saying.
Strange how fondness for tiny mortals grows upon him like fungus - but he cannot stand the idea of the tiny yet fearless little fae that had first greeted him in this place.
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