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Post by Caspian Vaela on Jun 28, 2018 11:19:29 GMT
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[attr="class","julietext"]For a second, Caspian dared believe the chance that the bear hadn’t noticed his presence at all, that, if he stayed quiet and hidden, the two of them could have gone their own ways. But then the already chilling winds picked up and began to sting at his extremities, despite his thick layer of fur, and his blood ran cold in response to something other than the temperature. The bear knew he was there.
Already, his mind scrambled to come up with a plan. When he traveled with his mother, they always chose to avoid fighting when possible, not willing to risk an injury without a pack to protect and care for them. This meant running from bears at all costs, even if it meant abandoning a meal; no prey was worth being mauled to death over. But, even as Caspian considered fleeing, a part of him warned that no matter how far he ran, he would never be truly safe. If it had been a regular bear, then perhaps escaping would have been the best choice. But, as it was, this was no ordinary bear, and it roared as if to reinforce that conclusion.
While the fact that he could understand the creature’s voice startled him, even scarier still were the screams that followed. Never before had Caspian heard such a cacophony of sounds spill from one mouth, but, before he had the chance to digest it, he watched the lake’s surface transform from the pristine mirror it once was. Now it raged, frothing and foaming like a rabid animal. Only the part the bear had frozen remained still, for no matter how crazed the lake had become, it still recognized its master. How could Caspian defeat a beast with dominion over the elements themselves?
Yet, while all his survival instincts screamed at him to turn tail and run, movement along the lake’s edge caught his eye. Another wolf, one he hadn’t noticed earlier, was challenging the bear as if she had even a meager chance at victory. Abandoning any concerns about her own safety, she rushed the beast, snapping and snarling fearsomely the entire way. Then, while Caspian was still certain she was racing to her own death, another wolf leapt out of the underbrush and joined her attack. Again, his mind was boggled, and he struggled to make heads and heels of the event.
Wolves… Not wolf, but wolves… At first, when the bear had said that, Caspian had assumed the creature was addressing his species as a whole, not having realized that there were others hidden within the trees nearby. If any of them had attacked the bear alone, it would have certainly been a death wish. With all of them working together, however…
It still depended on how many others were lying in wait, trying to calculate their chances of survival like he was. But, now was no longer the time for planning. Two of his potential allies had already engaged the bear, and who was he to cower in their shadows while they proved themselves braver than the rest? Invigorated by the blatant display of courage, Caspian took a deep breath and gathered himself. His crystalline blue eyes snapped open, and before he had the chance to doubt once more, he rushed out of hiding, following the other two over the frozen bridge to where the bear stood. Following the first wolf’s lead, he would try to circle the bear and catch it from behind, snapping at its hindquarters where the bear would have a harder time reaching him with his sharp claws and vicious teeth. If he manages to get a grip, he’ll hold on for as long as possible, using his weight to hinder the beast. But, if his attack fails, then his main focus will be on scrambling out of the way as to escape any debilitating damage from the get go.
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Post by Tamlin on Jun 29, 2018 0:02:24 GMT
A bear that spoke with the tongue of wolves. Tamlin had figured that by now he had seen everything, but for as many beauties this land held it seemed to counter them with twisted terrors. The gurgle of the bear's voice around wolven words was so strange, so alien that his fur practically trembled on his pelt, spiking up and making him look bigger than he already was. If only there was a way for this chill in his blood to subside
Reflexively he dropped into a stance more suited for this adversary, low to the ground and defending all his soft points. There was no way in hell that Tamlin would be rushing this bear first. Instead, he would stick close to the others and duck in for the attack when the opening was right in front of him. To go for the throat and tear it out of his fur would be ideal, but nothing was ever that easy. Instead, he would go for its flanks, find a home for his teeth there in its pelt, out of reach of those wicked sharp claws.
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Post by Icarus Volcaneau on Jun 29, 2018 2:50:49 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","icarus"] A true god – damn his father, that all those bedtime tales had held a kernel of truth, the likes of which Icarus had been ignorant of. No, he’d known there to be truth – but he thought it far reaching, the original story generations back that had not been clothed in divinity. But, no, the proof of it was before him – and he shivered, a hard shudder passing through him, as a blast of icy wind cut through his pelt like a knife, flattening the bush he hid beneath, revealing the red of his coat. Cowards, the bear screamed. Cowards, and more – followed by a language Icarus knew was indescribable, could never be conveyed properly in a retelling. Assuming we live that long, he thought, the sour tang of fear bubbling in the back of his mouth. Damn thing is mad.Not mad like his father – Rubedo had always treated his own insanity as a remnant of his supposed godhood, had never allowed it to shackle him. The same could not be said for this creature. It was ancient, forgotten, and Icarus recognized its weakness with a sudden narrowing of his ruby-red eyes. Pride, he thought. It was clever, yes, so they could not treat it like a normal bear. Before he could think further on that line of thought, several shapes started across the icy bridge the bear had built. Icarus recognized them as wolves a split second before he realized his own paws were moving, thrusting him up and out of the bush he hid within, long, lanky legs stretching wide to eat up the ground in an all-out run. No, wait! his father’s voice snapped at him. Icarus bared his fangs in a daredevil smile as he followed the black female, hot on her heels. Like I’d listen to you, he wanted to tell Rubedo. But that could wait until later, when he’d taken stock of where he was and knew where he stood. If he still stood after this frightful encounter. Godslayer – take that, Dad. As the female darted past the great bear, intent on distracting him, Icarus slowed, aware of the wolves that streamed about him. He had intended on following her, going for the flanks – but as two others darted after her lead, he instead swung to face the bear from the front alongside a slender, almost twig-like she-wolf. Had she been riddled in scars, her pelt a deep red, he might have mistaken her for his father – and perhaps it was that slight similarity that made him follow her, leaping toward the front of the bear with mouth agape in a snarl, aiming for the wrist opposite hers. That would still leave the head, yes. But hopefully that black female would hit the bastard where it hurt worst. Otherwise – well, he’d always wanted a cool scar, hadn’t he? tags: Lirrielwords: 474 notes: --
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Post by Zora Talus on Jun 29, 2018 4:16:12 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","socold"] This creature was unlike any she had ever encountered, but terrifyingly, the feeling was familiar in the strangest sense though she couldn’t place it. Her heart raced and legs tingled after surveying the wolves assembled around the nightmarish bear. Panic threatened to bubble, thoughts racing, body wanting to flee for a moment…until the air caressed her. The coolness felt familiar somehow, so much so Zora leaned in to the wind at first, eyes closed just inhaling and feeling the tingle of kinship surprisingly. She wanted the ice flowing past her fur to cling to her injured paw and seemingly it started to accumulate into a cylinder around her paw. The mixture of happiness and horror at solidifying the ice and in turn the notion that water was her. She longed to be it, feel it, sense it; shrugging off the title frenemy and embracing the once feared element as friend. This was her calling she knew and felt the need to feast upon this creature. The bear’s words stung at her more than the icy winds were seeming to. Zora had worked too long and too hard; she was no coward. Eyes narrowed as she willed the ice to melt from her fur, as it fell off her head reared back to the wind and let out an eerie howl all her own. Today would be a battle, her notes rang with mixture of longing and anticipation of blood making a chilling tune together. It ended quickly as she watched Quartz and then Pepper start off following. Ready or not she was off at a quick pace, attempting to keep with Pepper. Adrenaline had started it’s flow, consequently painful breaths were soon unnoticed, though her right paw ached slightly still, she kept up with the others who had seemed to join in one after the other. Ears flicked back defensively and eyes alert as she approached the creature. She leapt for an an opening as different wolves aimed for different appendages. Hoping to catch the bear with attention focused elsewhere. Teeth would attempt for his remaining eye. This bear was going to put up a fight so Zora was attempting to keep her defenses up, as possible. tags: Lirrielwords:367 notes: THIS…IS…VOX DEUS! #we.are.sparta in my background noise xD *kisses dice*
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Post by Kimagure Stagner on Jun 29, 2018 5:02:59 GMT
The wolf had been thinking a lot about her previous encounter upon entering this land and had discovered that she could not find her way out. She had ranged around some, hunting and surviving as she made decisions about what to do. If there was no way out, she supposed she’d have to do her utmost here. Perhaps it was a good thing. The brothers couldn’t find her. No one would recognize her. Then the icy cold hit her like a wave, followed by a scent she had never smelled before. It was like bear, but odd. Narrowing her eyes, she approached the scent to see an unusual towering bear and wolves. She stood still for a moment, eyeing the positioning of the beast and that he was favoring a certain leg. It seemed one wolf was already progressing toward it. Perhaps it would benefit her to participate. Maybe she could learn more.
The she-wolf attempted to skirt around and approach the back side of the bear, aiming to try and bite the bear’s unwounded hind leg. Perhaps it would slow him down. Her sharp eyes noted the ice that she would need to cross and the danger it posed. The she-wolf would have to be very careful here. Ears pinned and maw wrinkled, she charged on.
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 29, 2018 19:03:07 GMT
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Challenge Rating: Legendary
HP: 16 / 150
Reward: 100 Evo Points + Ghostly Mutation [attr="class","hunt6"] Note: Blizzard currently in effect. All wolves will lose 2 HP per turn, excluding wolves with dominion over Water or Air. Ice spikes count as a regular attack. Gale-Force does a flat 5 damage to all surrounding user and pushes them away up to 30ft. Thalarctos is currently blind and must rely on the wind and his senses to find his opponents. [attr="class","hunt5"] The scream of a hunting hawk ripped free of the great bear’s gullet as the wolves dove at him. His actions were slowed, tempered by both his missing sight and the lame paw that dragged behind him. Whereas he normally exhibited a great agility, the gods that had harried him had made sure to hamstring him. But they would not be able to assist these lesser deities – no, they were still licking their wounds. His heavy head swung to follow the first wolf, a black streak against the white ice and so he was able to pull from her grasp before she could fully sink her teeth within his injured leg. Still, blood splattered from the newly-made wound, icy cold droplets of ocean-dark blood pattering upon the ground. He raised a foreclaw, ready to strike the beast for her desecration of sacred flesh, when a burning lurch dragged him back down onto all fours – now a salt-and-pepper wolf hung from his wrist, her weight keeping him upon the ground. A third and fourth followed the first, their flashing teeth nipping at the cold hide that covered his back. He snarled, and the frost that clung to him sharpened, jagged spikes of ice blooming from between his coat, lancing out toward the creatures that tried to attack his hindquarters. They struck clear, hitting the white male, the brown-brindled male, and the original black female – he could smell their divine blood striking the ground. In this extreme cold, their blood would clot quickly, but his attack had taught them the dangers of his body. He did not need his front paws to respond to attacks upon his back. And then a red male, all long-limbed fury, had hold of his free front leg, and he howled his rage, spittle flying. The male’s attack bit true, digging deep through muscle to grasp the bone. Before he could respond, before he could grasp the red’s head between his jaws, before he could crush – a champagne-topped female was upon his face, and the world was suddenly black. His eye. She’d taken his eye. Fury overwhelmed him then, and as a final wolf came to attack him, her fangs just beginning to grasp the flesh of his uninjured hind leg – he shrieked – and cold air exploded from his center. The force of his rage threw off the wolves that clung to him, tossed them and their companions skittering to the edge of the icy platform. Breathing hard, the bear rumbled, “Woooolves… you shall slay me.” A glimmer of what he had previously been, in the centuries before his entrapment in the realm of the gods, back when he had still been worshipped, shown through. The wind continued to batter the space around him, acting as a physical barrier while he spoke. “But know that not all of you shall become gods. Ask your betters—” he smiled, blue blood bubbling about his blackened jaws, “—ask them, what happens to those who are unworthy.”Slowly, the winds that had encircled him died down. And Thalarctos gave himself completely to the power that roared deep inside him. The change came with a suddenness. The wind that had fallen away suddenly screamed back into existence, whipping and tugging at the wolves, trying to drag them nearer the bear. His great maw opened wide, ready and waiting to crush them. Ice bristled from his great back, warding off flanking attacks. The only way forward was between his great paws, toward his gaping jaws. OOC: wolf attack rolls. bear reaction rolls. normally the nat 20 would have kept him from doing any actual attacks, but he has a few natural defenses that kick in without him having to purposely respond. nat 20 just kept people from getting smacked by his paws / bitten by his jaws.
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Post by Pepper on Jun 30, 2018 2:22:03 GMT
Pepper Morpheus didn't come... but others did. Like moths drawn to flame her brethren took up fangs against this great creature. It stirred the beginnings of camaraderie and confidence like sprouting saplings in Pepper's chest, and then they were brutally crushed. She could merely watch from the corner of her gaze while Quartz and two others received a nasty lashing from the sudden sprouting of jagged icicles along the bear's hinds. A whine of pure empathy from witnessing the scene was birthing in her throat when sudden force ripped the grasp she had had away. It was a painful experience having her incisors yanked from their place, even more-so as her scrawny body was flung on the hard ice. The slick surface didn't give much room for leverage which left the salt-pepper huntress sliding a good yard backwards before a grip could be sustained. Trembling limbs were quick to gather purchase and send olive eyes facing the specter once more - perfectly in time to hear his guttural voice wrap around their tongue.
Unworthy? Morpheus had never mentioned that. They were already worthy... right? Doubt ebbed into the mind where fear already reigned and the two wrecked havoc together. Pepper looked every bit as pathetic as she felt in that moment, but there was no time for self-pity. She had to do her part in this fight like they had done for her against the boar. Though her muscles ached and the roaring winds dug icy needles behind ruffled fur, the female squared off. She shifted her stilt-like appendages to a more stabilizing width whilst both her torso and head crouched down. The merciless gusts were pushing her closer to those deadly jaws. It sent her heart aflutter, yet she had a plan. Staggered breaths gave the ghost of numbers before she was off like a bolt of off-white lightning. She allowed the bitter blizzard to serve as a tailwind to propel each lunging stride even further. Then, when hardly any distance at all separated her skeleton figure with the jaws of death, Pepper scrunched down.
Her stomach kissed frozen water as did her chin and tail; for once, she was glad to be the emaciated canine that she was. With the momentum she had gathered on approach, the plan was to slip right under the blind spirit's titan cranium and between his broad paws to end-up underneath. From there, she would shoot upward and sink agape fangs into the unprotected meat of his stomach. If successful, Pepper would put all her energy to rend and rip open whatever she could - hoping to do her part in the final moments of this battle.
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OOC: Don't go horribly wroooooong~
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Post by Tamlin on Jun 30, 2018 2:37:14 GMT
Tamlin hit the ground hard, completely taken by surprise at the ice spikes that shot out from the bear's flanks. So this fallen god had some kick left to him huh? Fury whipped around behind Tamlin's eyes as his chest heaved, each breath bringing with it the pain that lanced through the wolf's body, he would show this damnable beast what it meant to attack him.
Still, the words of the bear nagged at him, this talk of the worthy and the unworthy. Oh by the fires in the sky would he prove himself worthy. Even if it was just to prevent himself from falling as low as this god had, he'd wear the bear's pelt across his shoulders and prove he was worthy.
With a furious roar twisting itself out of his throat Tamlin lept for the bear, aiming to do as much damage as possible to the blinded creature and exact his fury upon it.
ooc: Angry local decides the best way to deal with getting beat up is to leap right back into the fight
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2018 10:38:15 GMT
She’d intended to be a distraction, to dart in and out quickly while leaving her mark and providing an opening to everyone else. Unfortunately for Quartz, things didn’t end up that way. She did manage to wound the bear – only a little – but then he pulled away, aiming an attack of his own that would surely have connected if not for Pepper’s swift cling to his wrist. She would have to thank the other wolf later. For a moment, things were chaos as the other wolves joined in the attack, some at the hindquarters with her and others at his front. She didn’t have time to determine who was where and doing what, though. At that moment, jagged pain tore through her side, close to her shoulder. There was a yelp that might have come from her as the ice embedded itself in her flesh. Then it was gone. The blood dripped from her wound as she took a couple paces back, getting out of the bear’s reach until she could collect herself. She gave the wound a lick and studied the battle in the meantime, noting a couple others as bad off as she was. You can do something about this, something within her insisted. There was a wisp of a thought accompanying the words – an image of a gaping wound mending itself faster than it should – and two words: improve life. And then there was a tugging at instincts that she hadn’t known she possessed. It seemed unreal, but she’d had proof of her divinity for a while now, and she knew the voice to be right. She could do this – she could increase their odds by taking care of the worst of their wounds. But she wouldn’t start with herself. Instead, she padded to the nearest wolf that had been attacked with the ice just as she had – the frost-colored male. If he let her, she’d tap her nose to his worst wound and whisper the words in her mind, letting her divinity flow into him and closing his wounds in minutes. She was about to move on to the other, but the bear’s words stopped her in her tracks. He knew he’d been beaten, but it seemed he intended to break their spirits with his final breaths. He implored them to ask their guides about what may happen to the unworthy, and her hackles raised. She didn’t want to believe him – these were the dying words of a malicious, pathetic beast. Still, they bothered her. Perhaps she should have a talk with Oberon. He’d surely put her mind at ease. The wind pulled at her, and she attempted to brace her claws against the ice and fight against the movement. She snarled at him, but she would not go in for an attack. Instead, the next few moments would see her trying to locate her other worst-wounded ally. He deserved healing, too. (( Lirriel Caspian Vaela - Healing attempt for Caspian (Tamlin, I'll get you next round).)) |
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Post by Kimagure Stagner on Jul 1, 2018 11:40:01 GMT
She saw the attacks aimed at the others, but she did not hesitate. She aimed to sink her teeth into him, but before she could get a good grip, she was torn away. Thrown to the edge of the platform, the she-wolf was both chilled by the wind and bruised by the impact. Panting, she rose to her paws as she listened to his words. What did that mean? Did she even have the time to contemplate his meaning? Pink eyes focused on the bear as she circled, noticing that both eyes were now gone. Good. He’d be easier to attack. Suddenly it seemed the bear’s power was pulling them in... and a hind attack was no longer viable. Lips wrinkled back, she snarled and launched forward.
The wolf hoped the pulling of his power would increase her momentum. She raced toward him, body low to the ground as she aimed to try and dart slightly to his left, aiming to try to sink her teeth into his neck on the left side. She knew it was a dangerous move, but how many more blows could he withstand? A pack of wolves was a deadly force.
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