THE BLOOD TIDES || GUIDE (WIP)

[THE BLOOD TIDES]

⚕ BLOOD TIDES ⚔

—  INTRODUCTION:

You stumble across the Canyons, lost in both direction and thought and so throat so parched you feel like you could pass out and die. You are an advanced and intelligent feline, but even you can't do anything about the summer's heat beating down on your pelt, causing you to sweat relentlessly, everything in your visual range to seeming blurry.

All of a sudden you catch a glimpse of a small pool of water near dying shrubs and you accelerate towards the pool eagerly and dive in, greedily gulping down masses of water and sighing in relief as the liquid washed over your pelt. You didn't mind the water. Feeling hydrated once more, you settle in the pool, closing your eyes in the slight bubbling to redeem your strength, when out of nowhere you hear a snarl, an ear piercing whine and another rumbling of growls, your head whips around instantly, to see a blurred out, muscular, black male lion, releasing his last fatal blow to a fat male coyote.
You duck back underwater immediately, terrified of being seen by the unfamiliar creature. As the need to breathe and curiosity drives you out of the pool towards the coyote that lays motionless on the ground, the male lion catches a such glimpse of you and maliciously bolts forwards, pinning you to the ground in a swift and sudden movement that leaves you slightly stunned.
"Who are you?" His voice comes out low, guttural, his claws inching towards your trachea, a sadistic smile on his face.
"I'm-, ah,"
Lying isn't an option in front of him, and a voice in your head reminds you cautiously. "I'm Raven and I'm in need of a clan. And I'm hungry."
The sick and twisted feline crouching on top of you grins and shrugs. "And that has something to do with me because...?" A small whimper bursts from your throat and you blurt out the only thing you can think of. "I'd like to know your name, please."
A chuckle slips from the male's maw, as if even the thought of someone questioning him was humorful. "Unholy. Blood Tides. Not a pleasure to meet you." A rapid firing of bullet words that makes you flatten your ears against your skull. "Great, now that we know each other, I'm going to kill you for trespassing on our territory." You shiver and try to think of an excuse but come up with none, then remember why you came here.
"I have heard of you guys actually," His optics darken and narrow at your informality, but he said nothing. "and I came here in hopes to find a Blood Tides feline to ask to join your, uh, clan." Your voice speedens up further as he begins cutting off your air circulation. After a long time of taunting consideration that causes sweat to bead down your forehead and spittle to land on your muzzle, he finally responds.
"I will bring you to the other two Carnages and see what fate you will meet there."

You nod gratefully and get up to follow behind him, simply grateful that you could breathe once again. He notices your reactions as you enter a deeper world, a larger cavern. Stops in front of two other beasts, glowing slightly with a mythical aura. One a really large crocodile, optics glowing bloodred, the other the most beautiful serval, lilac eyes looking at you in a curious yet friendly manner. You bow with a tremor running through your body, in respect and slight fear, not seeing the other dozen of black-pelted felines that sit in the darkness. As you watch Unholy join them, they sit, waiting, and a brief conversation ensues between the other two Carnages as they wait for Unholy to settle down. You hear a snarl from the beast before he goes quiet.
"Welcome to the Blood Tides. We are the three Carnages, aka the people who run this thing. Listen to us if you don't want to die."
An Italian voice speaks up, coming out a slow drawl. "You won't get into that much trouble, but please, do be careful around us." It seemed lazy enough, but the harsh gleam in the panther's cold optics warns you darkly. You nod quickly and cast your gaze to the ground. Then the softest tone reaches your ears. "Darling, would you kindly follow us? We'll give you a tour. I am Seraphic. The Italian is Tempest, and I am sure you and Unholy have already met." The angelic girl stands up with a small smile, her paws brushing the floor.

—  TERRITORY: 

The Tides are near-nonexistent on the map, almost completely wiped off after the most brutal battle that had occured in centuries. Everything had gone and been ruined so the original founders of the Tides went underground and brought the entire thing with them. What remains of the battle is a searing hot desert that burns fur and has stone weapons sticking out of the ground. One visible landmark, however, is a very thin piece of stone that juts out of the ground as if a giant were trying to claw his way out.

Chamber of Meetings:

You rise to your paws as well, and cast your gaze around for the first time. Seraphic makes a strange movement with her tail that is too quick for you to catch and the darkness clears slightly, allowing you the most beautiful view by far. "This is currently where we are, in the Chamber of Meetings, where we welcome new animals and accept arrivals."

Outcrop Views:

She leads you to one of the balconies overlooking something. You follow her, cast one gaze outside, and gasp immediately. She looks at your expression and laughs softly. "We are not savages, you know. We have artistic members here who are good at decorating."
Before you lies a vast, spread out something with more trees that you can count, wired towers can be seen in the distance. "We don't go there.Unholy looks at the reflection of the temples in your bright optics and chuckles. "This is the Views from the Outcrops, shortened Outcrop Views."

Temple of Madness:

You make your way back through the halls and down the steps, following Seraphic with an expression of awe on your face. And it isn't play-pretend. You really were stunned by the beauty of this foreign place.
You stop by the foot of the stairs. Seraphic stops and nods to Tempest, allowing him to guide you further. You do not notice, your eyes were fixed on the pyramid-shaped temple with bright light shooting from the top.
Tempest notices and laughs. "That, darling, is the Temple of Madness." He says. Your ears flatten. Madness? He smiles at you and Unholy shoves him to the side with a grunt. "Not for the mad, do not worry." He says in a tone that really worries you.

Healer's Hut:

A smile graces Seraphic's maw as she leads you on, moving down the thin steps until you finally come to a marshy area. "This is the Healer's Hut. If you get injured you can go there. Do not worry, she does not hurt anybody, only heal." She notices you feel a bit weary and giggles softly. It was beautiful, like every part of her.
"Do not fret, there is a temple much closer to the Outcrop View and the Temple of Madness. We passed it on the way here. I will show you once we get back."

Market Clearing:

You continue walking, Seraphic leading the way once again. You realise that she is the main leader and Tempest and Unholy are higher Seconds. Very high Seconds. You reach a rather large clearing, where Seraphic stops. You take the opportunity to glance around, turning your body in a whole. "This is the Market Clearing. The paths each lead to various locations of our territory. During Summertime we host festivals here and other Clans occasionally join us to sell items. Rogues are welcome. Other animals that are not in this clan have a special path they have to cross to come to this clearing." It is cluttered but looks neat.

"If you will excuse me," Unholy speaks up, dipping his head to Seraphic and Tempest and giving you a glare. "I have duties elsewhere." His tail flicked and the two hundred pound of sheer muscle lumbered away, to a direction you did not notice.
"Let us continue." Tempest says, jolting you from your thought. You nod and walk on, no sense of direction whatsoever but willing to follow Seraphic.

The Path That Leads to Other Places:

She laughs and Tempest bumps your shoulder with his. "Follow her." He murmured, tail flicking out behind him. You study him and find him to be a very handsome animal. Taller than you, as muscular as Unholy. Piercing green optics. Those cast on you, slightly narrowed, piercing, and you look away in a rush and hurry to catch up with Seraphic. You follow her across a nature-overflowing path that leads through an arch. "This we have no name for, but it is simply a path that leads to other places."

Clearing of Tranquility:

"Do you wish to go left or right?" She asks you. You consider for a moment, then choose left. She smiles at you, as if you had made the correct choice. "This is the Moonwatcher Clearing, or also known as the Clearing of Tranquility. The hole in the roof allows the moonlight to shine on whoever goes into it, and there is a stairway that leads upstairs. We will visit that next."
"One can also come here just to get away from stress and take some time to themselves. This place is a no-nonsense, no-disturbance location, and one should not speak louder than a murmur here." Tempest adds. "Let us go up the stairs."

Fallen Ruins:

You hesitate, head turning to another direction past the clearing, you can't see much. "What is over there?" You ask, looking back at Seraphic. A small smile slips onto her face. "We can also go there if you wish."
You come out from the left and you look up, awe settling slowly into your features. A winding path leads up a gigantic tree and crystals glow inside of them, giving them almost a eerie sheen. Tempest grins, baring criss-crossed teeth. "This is simply known as the Fallen Ruins. If you look to the right, opposite the river right there, you can see an ancient crumbled statue. It is unclear where it is from but we think it might have fallen from a bit further on. The statue, being so old, has broken in several places."
Seraphic breaks in. "Now, return and we will go up the step."

Path to Inside:

As you come up the slope, a little out of breath due to lack of exercise, you are faced with a spooky-looking doorway. It does not seem as exciting as the other places, or as beautiful, but a smile exchanged between Seraphic and Tempest makes you think different. "There is something special about this place, right?" You guess. Seraphic nods, her long tail  tapping into the grooves in the floor. Her glowing fur stays clean despite the mud and nature you have trekked though. You, on the other hand, seem like a dead rat in comparison to her beauty. You quickly shake out your fur, lap at your chest in attempts to clear it.
"Do not judge a book by it's cover." Seraphic simply says. "Follow me and I will show you the inside. This is called the Path to Inside. Very boring, I know, but the view will make up for it, I promise."

Emerald Caverns:

You seem tired and Tempest chuckles, the glow of the water reflecting through his now emeraldy green optics. "It is only a barrier your mind is creating." You can only nod at him and smile at the croc weakly before turning your attention to the serval in front of you, then turning to look at the Caverns. If you thought the Outcrop Views were beautiful the thought was immediately chased out of your head. "These are the Emerald Caverns." Seraphic explains, her clear voice ringing around the clearing and vibrating off the walls. "The water is drinkable, but we strongly advise against it. This hall is practically sacred to us, and the markings on the walls?" She points with a paw and your gaze swivels to them. "Were thought to be drawn out by the Ancients, who created this place aeons ago. Let's go further, across the bridge."

Blue Fissures:

You look down, careful not to break anything and wary of anything that might come loose if you apply too much pressure. Tempest and Seraphic were in front of you and you didn't notice until you crash into Seraphic. She skitters to the side with a small laugh and you look up, stumbling to your paws. [b]"Wow." The word leaves your maw and rings throughout the place. You pad closer to the edge and look down to find a glowing blue fissure.
"Do not fall into it." Tempest warns. You look back at him and notice the glow matches the color of his icy optics. Seraphic grins at you playfully and leap at you as if meaning to push you. You yelp in terror, trying to move to the side but end up slipping and falling onto the cold stone bridge. She bursts into laughter and Tempest shoves to the side her with his head, an amused noise bursting from his throat. "Your reaction was priceless, though!" Seraphic exclaims, covering her maw with a dainty golden paw. You quickly get up, fur burning in embarrassment, and try to brush it off with a "Let's continue the tour."
Seraphic shakes her head, still laughing her face off, and Tempest picks her up and throws her on his back, still giggling, and glances back at you. "Come on, follow me. This is the Blue Fissure."

Refuge:

You walk through the archway, Seraphic still laughing but the noise muted, still lying on Tempest's back. In front of you looms an ancient, ruined building. You tilt your head quizzically and look at Tempest. "There was a war here a long time ago when the Ancients still walked the Dimension, and this was a refuge for the animals back then. The sand has been falling for centuries, coming from an unknown source above. It is strongly advised... not to look for the source." He explains with a solemn look, the laughing animal gone. He shakes his body and Seraphic gets up, hops off and lands on the floor gracefully. A giggle still escapes her but it dies down quickly. "This is called the Refuge." Seraphic says, blinking at you through silvery optics.

Blue Temple:

You continue along the edge, eyes wide open, taking in everything around you. "How is it possible to remember the whole territory?" You ask in wonder, having already forgotten the places you had just seen. Seraphic chuckles. "We have maps placed in a few different locations so the animals on patrol can see where they need to go." Tempest blinks at you and shakes his head but says nothing. You three stop at the foot of a temple, having walked past the previous arch. You look up and sigh at the beauty. "How did you even manage to find this place?" You ask, your tail twitching in excitement.
"Well, it was built, as I mentioned earlier, by the Ancients, or those who have lived at the time the Ancients ruled the Dimension." Seraphic explains with a patient smile.
A small yell and you duck as an animal comes torpedoing out one of the windows, closely followed by another. You can't tell what they are but can only make out their massive wingspan. They shoot away into the darkness, their calls echoing. You turn to Seraphic with a quizzical look on your face. She chuckles softly. "Don't mind them, they're patrollers. You see, there are other animals that also patrol the area, and the call allows them to know that places are all clear." You nod in understanding, this place must be really big for winged animals to patrol it.

—  RANKS:

→ CARNAGE: leader
→ EMPEROR: second on  command
→ PURIFIER: assassins, sent to do dirty work
→ HEALER: heals shit
→ WAR-GENERAL: war arrgh
→ ADEPT: sometimes known as specialist
→ ASSISTANT: apprentice
→ MOTHER: knows best
→ CHILD: useless baby
- carnage, emperor, purifier, healer('s assistant), wargeneral, adept someimes known as specialist(each have specific skillset like art, warrior etc), assistant, mother, child

—  HISTORY: 

battle, they all went underground

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