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Post by Nepherion on Mar 22, 2013 18:14:43 GMT -5
- Ruriel, Heir to the Strongest ClanThe sky was in its early morning stage as the sun announced his oncoming presence from below the skyline. That deep fog that had surrounded the islands had somehow always brought a gloomy feeling to the dense forest surrounding the far-and-apart Varúlfur clans. Standing atop of a dark-colored branch was Ruriel, a son of largest Varúlfur clan on the island. The trees on the Ella Vannin was plenty tall, and held yards of bark covered body between the lower branches and upper branches. Ruriel placed his palm against the bark of the tree as he gazed up through the dark-green leaves, his senses eagerly looking for the sounds of prey nearby. It just so happened that he enjoyed the feeling of the cool morning air on his bare chest while searching for a fresh rabbit or hopefully a deer to eat. He waited for a few minutes, hearing the occasional rustling in the trees and ground below him. His senses were exceptional because of the Varúlfur blood flowing through his veins. He could see in the dark when others couldn't, and could hear the faintest of hops from the rabbit in the forest. This was undoubtedly the wolf in him but he gladly took pride in its abilities. His head snapped to the ground and looked off a little to the north. The scent of a rabbit had caught his nose, along with the smell of salt water. He lowered his crimson eyes, narrowing down on the back of the stand still rabbit, it was no more than a few yards away. He leaped from the tree and hit the ground with a soft thud, his palm and knee hitting the ground. A second later he sprinted off through the trees. He appeared to be nothing less then a blur of tan-skin and crimson as he ducked and dodged the various branches and roots in his path. His outstretched his left arm to his side, invoking his claws in his hand as he neared the oblivious rodent. The gleam of a predator flashed through his eyes as he scooped the rabbit up and with a furious clutch of his hands pierced the rodents airway and body. Like much of his clan he had little need for cooking his food up. It wouldn't take much for his body to digest it. He took the time to skin rodent with skill and precision before taking a bite out of the rabbit's back. The juices filled his senses and the meat was torn easily with his canines. Its blood trickled down his mouth and fell onto his chest. He made sure not to allow any to defile the cloak of his ancestors. For that would had been a insult to his father and the clan. Ruriel sighed as he straightened his shoulders and walked lazily back towards his clan's home. He would need to be in the meeting with the neighboring clans, or at least that was what he was ordered by his father. Many suspected that his place in the meeting was as the chief's son but in fact it was due to him being their strongest Varúlfur - besides his father of course. It wouldn't take long for him traverse the way back to the clan. Besides the fact that it was hidden directly in the middle of the dense forest on the island and by the rocky mountains behind it, his clan was more-so out in the open. It was his father's choice when he became head. He called it a statement to the others. One that said that the clan would never shy from battle. Ruriel shrugged his shoulders at the memory before taking another bite from the rabbits upper back. He wore unfathomable look as usual, his jaws tensing under the chomping of his meal. Ruriel halted his walk suddenly, his rubies sliding to the corner of his eyes as he smelt the presence of an unfamiliar Varúlfur approaching him quickly. He let his hands fall to his side, making himself aware and ready to defend himself if need be.
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Post by Rhaxta on Apr 27, 2013 19:06:00 GMT -5
(Am I okay to join? x3 If not just let me know and I shall alter/remove.)
This was insane.
The entire lot. Her entire lot in life. One thing after another. From birth, to sister, to bored child, to barmaid. Then..scavenger, hunter, avenger, fighter, murderer, savior, nightmare, lover.. For now, sick.
Very sick. In the most unexpected way. She had gone right off all of the various strange gourds and roots she had collected not two days ago...back then the new discoveries had delighted her...especially the dark purple root that turned her mouth purple. Now...couldn't touch it. It didn't seem like food!. She had been rigorous with checking for poison before eating any foraged fruits here.
She had once spent some time in Du Weldenvarden back in Alagaesia. She had barely eaten there for fear of being killed by a mushroom, what she did eat still made her lose everything she had eaten in a month. Thank the spirit for magic..though she could use barely a trickle of what she once had since she was collared by Kvisa the shade. Through practice.she could now relatively safely check to see what was safe to eat. This place was nothing like Du Weldenvarden. It was a ..well. The first days she had checked a comically large yellow flower, with oddly the fruit growing on the tips of the stamen. She had delved with the magic to see if the fruit was safe to eat. After a moment of what felt like a held breath the plant lurched forward and the leathery petals closed over her.
That was one of the safer things that had happened to her. Though it was when she had lost Uruale and the others. Or they had lost her while she spent half an hour having a nap inside a giant yellow flower whose digestive juices felt warm...but not harmful. She was very clean after that adventure.
Now she was head to toe in varying colours of filth, one of them a vibrant violet dust she had rolled through on the fast track down a hill. She stopped abruptly, finally feeling the blessed, bone-deep exhaustion that was the only thing that let her sleep since that thing had bitten her ankle. She had never been sick like this before..and she was terrified. After her naps she awoke blistering energy with a pit of hunger gouging the pit of her stomach. She couldn't stay still, she drank water wherever it was to be found and couldn't stop sweating, shivering. Why? Why die like this? She was out her in this mysterious, wonderful wilderness the she was dying to explore...fauna and flora and creatures she had never seen before. A new circle of life...and she is taken by..what? A disease? Rhaxta would much prefer to be eaten by a dragon or something interesting!
Rhaxta sat on her ankles in the shade of a tree for a moment, scanning the area surrounding her very closely before slumping onto one of the rarely seen patch of bare earth and stone, shoulder hard against the tree. Now, the best thing would be for her to just pass right out..she may feel better in the morning. She twitched, her tired mind barely registering the feel of something approaching. There wasn't a sound to be heard, though some of the strange calls that might have been birds had stopped at some point.
Oh no..
Rhaxta twitched, her spirited green eyes alight with turmoil. She had exhausted herself enough to sleep..now she was being hunted. Cringing, Rhaxta pushed herself up to sit on her ankles, finding she couldn't straighten her legs. Blood and ashes! What she wouldn't give for that bloody Empire rider right now! Or even that shade. A dozy jolt of amusement churned inside her. Imagining Kvisa being eaten by gigantic yellow flowers was amusing.
With a defeated grin, Rhaxta slumped back landing soundly on her rear, legs stretching in front.
''Well, whatever you are, let me tell you you have some wonderful timing. A lucky opportunist? Or have you been following me for days? I've been out of any fighting shape for some time now..since that hairy thing - wait. Haha! I would die a happy woman if that was you. Good show, I'd like this place if it wasn't going to get me killed before learning more.'' She had spent all too much time in her life blathering when she was about to die, or delirious. Felt good, comforting. Something familiar in this alien place before her end.
(Yay! Rhaxta's gonna turn soon...always wanted to be a werewolf! x])
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Post by Nepherion on Apr 30, 2013 0:19:50 GMT -5
[ooc= Sorry if you had an idea planned for her. Let me know and I'll take that small part out. ]
Never mind. He had to rephrase that, the Varúlfur was not after him; No, it was after something much more... delectable. Though, exactly what he was not sure.
He lifted his head slightly and closed his eyes, he wanted his sense of smell at its strongest . He took a whiff of the air, then another; his nose was guiding his head towards the direction that the smell was coming from. He opened his lids and his crimson eyes were looking to the west of him, out towards the cluster of trees that made up the forest around him. " This is no Varúlfur or animal .. " Ruriel decided.
A small chuckle came from within his throat as he cracked his neck, the peculiar sound pierced the air quickly and starkly. " Guess, I'll go and check this out. " he said softly before striding towards the sweet smelling being.
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" A opportunist you say.. " said an enchanting and alluring voice. A female Varúlfur stepped out from behind within trees, her luscious body rippled with lean and yet attractive muscles. Her hair fell down her shoulders in laid motionlessly above her breast, which was covered by the skin of a deep-brown animal. She seemed to emit the aura of a predator as she slowly and calmly circled the " wounded prey " in so many words. She swung the hand visible to the woman down to her side and extended her elongated claws. " I've never seen a Varúlfur like yourself, and your wounded... In fact.. You don't even carry our scent. " She seemed almost intrigued with the concept. She bent her 5'11 height down at the waist to get a better view of the sitting figure. She was a little more than six feet away but she knew that the woman wasn't going anywhere. "She was much to weakened." he mused. " I think I'll enjoy tearing into you. "
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Ruriel made his way through the forest, his steps hastening and yet still lagging in importance. His crimson gaze lifted as he sensed the opposing Varúlfur toying with its prey. He could tell just from her scent that she was a lower member of a foreign clan and that gave him reign to maul her if he so wanted. Either way, he wanted to see this new being for himself; to see if it would taste as good as it smelled. He licked his lower lips hungrily, the prey was in his territory so it would be his to gorge on.
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Post by Rhaxta on May 7, 2013 6:51:36 GMT -5
The words died in Rhaxta's mouth as a..woman emerged from the surrounding foliage. Well, she certainly had the look and form of a woman. She prowled over, eyeballing Rhaxta as she moved, that deadly grace of a hunter. She had seen people move like that before, experienced woodsman and elves. Yet none had eyes like that. A gaze and a look Rhaxta had seen many times, had felt a face move into that intent gaze and lazy smile as she watched from a wolf's eyes.
''Blood and ashes.'' The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, even before the gutting claws unsheathed on the woman's pad. It was the same reaction Rhaxta always had to such creatures. Fear combated with equal measures of fascination and awe.
The fear was more prominent, now. Rhaxta weakened and stunned by this strange creature before her..this hunter and opportunist. She cast about with her mind, instinctively trying to revitalize herself by borrowing energy from the surrounding wildlife. A little bit from each creature - though that meant huge amounts in this land. The rock was teeming with life. The boost was enough to get Rhaxta more aware, a bolt of energy that she really shouldn't have, though her leg was still somewhat useless. She couldn't outrun it...it would only make a game of her.
More movement, nearby. Rhaxta scuttled back, away from the claws and those eyes, dragging her leg. She touched something new and drained some energy - and it snapped back. The vines that she had touched writhed and before Rhaxta's eyes began to ooze something bright green. It lashed, throwing some of the oily secretion onto Rhaxta's hand. It seared, causing her to yelp, whipping about her arm to dry to detach the blob of pain as she used her good leg to kick herself away from the vines of death, the pain in her hand lessening slightly as she brushed it off on the safer looking patches of grass and bark. A little way into the thicker parts of the underbrush, Rhaxta hoped in vain that the creature wouldn't be able to reach her. She was certain it would be able to find her.
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Post by Nepherion on Jul 16, 2013 6:07:24 GMT -5
The female Varúlfur cocked her head ever so lightly to the left, as if imagining herself toying with the poor being in front of her. She paid little mind to the fact that the woman was trying so desperately to create space between them. She had seen it many times before... more so in the prey that she hunted daily. " Oh please don't run. " he said delicately. " It makes the kill much messier than it needs to be. " she sneered. Her deep brown eyes glowed with anticipation as she crept over the spewing vine and towards the wounded woman.
She hunched over on four legs, letting the gruesome transformation occur in front of the woman. Slowly her bones churned and snapped out of place, her muscles had begun to wroth inside her skin as her frame tore out of the pelted clothing and was replaced with a light brown fur. In a matter of second the woman had changed into a 6'8" tall wolf. She showed off her fangs to the woman in the most terrifying of ways before letting a paw take another foot. The predatory glare in the woman's eyes made her intent clear, she would without a doubt eat her alive.
Ruriel had had quite enough of this estranged Varúlfur showing off on his turf. He let a growl resonate in chest, one that could be heard from the foliage to the left of the pair. The brown wolf had instantly shrunk, looking around hastily and urgently as fearful for its own life. Ruriel pawed silently from out of bushes, his long silver snout piercing the green of the verdure covering him. His home was made for the thriving of his race, the plants were large and did well in hiding his physical presence. He made his way to the middle of clearing, cutting off the path that the intruding Varúlfur had entered from. He, in comparison to her...well lets just say he held a certain authority that she could never rival. He stood at 7ft on all fours, a height that was intimidating even to his clan. He snarled at the female Varúlfur until she forced herself to look into his blood-stain eyes. " Why are you hunting on the land of my ancestors ? " he questioned her. His soft, masculine voice could only be heard by those sensitive to ancient, powerful magic.
Her chest fell low to the ground as she submitted to his powerful presence. " F-F-Forgive me Beta of the Forestalkers." she stammered. " I was on my way to the meeting.. W-W-When I ran into this female.. "
Ruriel growled harshly to silence her. He had never been the one to listen to the stammering of others. And frankly she was already begin to make his blood boil, her submission was unsightly. Not to mention that emotional control was something that most Varúlfur had little power over during the 'shift'. " Leave before I tear you limb from limb. This vessel is mines. " he commanded with a combination of snarls and fang snapping. He looked over towards the woman, peering pass the wolf as she staid low to the ground and hurried out the clearing. Ruriel gazed the foreign woman up and down. She didn't seem to be of Varúlfur decent. And she didn't hold the scent of anything he had ever encountered on the island before. He came dangerously close to her. " What are you ? " he asked rudely.
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