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Post by Imperia Delacroix on Jul 3, 2018 5:15:44 GMT
IMPERIA DELACROIX.
Actions. "Speach." 'Thoughts' A home.
Having been raised in the lap of luxury and convinced that’s where she’d stay for the rest of her life, Imperia had never known too much about survival or carving something out of nothing… but she was smart enough to figure out that shelter was probably a good place to start.
Preferably, a shelter near a good source of food and water, but for now, while she was just browsing and not throwing down any serious, permanent claims, just a sound shelter would be fine.
Being so peaceful and clearly plentiful in deer, if the scent trails had been anything to go off of, the Cradle of Snowdrops would’ve been nice, yet it was out in the open and had no premade dens or caves she could renovate. Her previous home, which she desperately tried not to think too much about, had been based around a large, well guarded cave, where she, her father, and the other nobles and higher ups were privileged enough to sleep in. To her, it was the only place suitable to sleep, and even if the preference came from a spoiled lifestyle that she knew she would inevitably have to toss away, anything less would still feel too dangerous and unprotected to the princess, so she didn’t plan to stop looking until she found one.
Maybe she’d take a lofty burrow, like one of the ones dug under a big tree… but a cave was priority here.
And wouldn’t ya know, she actually did manage to find one.
Heading further south, out of the Cradle, she happened upon a small, secluded forest, just as the sun was disappearing beneath the horizon and bringing with it a velvety, star-laden sky. With the coming of darkness, she picked up her pace to a wary trot, not wanting to linger long beneath the shadows of the trees… Besides, something felt… off here, and she couldn’t quite describe it… nor did she like it. Was something watching her, following her? Or was it just her nerves ramping up the anxiety on account of being alone in the dark? Maybe none. Maybe it was the… divinity of the land or… something…
Whatever it was, she didn’t want to stick around to figure it out, and traveling at this quickened pace, it wasn’t long before she stumbled upon a gaping, rocky cave entrance, the very sight of which piqued the girl’s interest, briefly shooing away her fears and making her heart leap with pleasant surprise. Just in time to take shelter for the night!
Although…
Her spirits slowly began to dampen the longer she gazed in, orange eyes peering into the darkness and wondering whether or not it would be safer to go in or stay out. Maybe she ought to wait until sunrise, so there’d be a little more light to see by… Then again…
A chill ran down her spine, prompting a quick glance over her shoulder. No… No. She didn’t like the air out here, and there was just something nostalgically comforting about being in a cave again, even if she didn’t know what might lie beyond the tunnel’s threshold…
Welp. Into the unknown she went.
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Post by Icarus Volcaneau on Jul 3, 2018 5:51:55 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","icarus"] Faced with too many wolves, too many questions – Icarus had fled, though if you’d asked him, it was a tactical retreat. He didn’t know these lands or these people. And he had a sneaking suspicion his father’s name carried no weight here. Or too much. Being the child of a known tyrant typically didn’t make you popular with the local populace. So he’d slipped away as the others focused on their wounds or their prey or each other. He’d disappeared as swiftly as he’d appeared, traveling down from the plateau and plunging into the black forest that covered most of the valley’s bottom. Dionysus had always said knowledge could lend an edge – and so he had scouted, scouring the lands. He’d judged from the unfamiliar stars that he was far from his homeland. The mountains to both the north and the south had proven he was trapped, and with the scent of sea heavy from the east, he’d traveled the only way left to him. West – and with the dead god slowly becoming a memory, he’d discovered the region was not keen to let him forget. He found himself understanding the speech of prey after a particular nasty run-in with a rabbit that had screamed bloody murder and called him every vulgar name he’d ever heard – and a few he hadn’t. He’d been so flummoxed he’d lost the damn beast down one of its little hidey-holes. But he was also particularly unnerved and had quickly begun to avoid prey-laden areas. Which, it turned out, was most of the gloomy forest. And the fields upon fields of snowdrops. And he’d finally wandered into a small woods that was charged with a strange energy – something that lent a constant tingle to his spine. He had paused, weary, to lap from a small stream, dampening the hunger that cramped at his belly. He had found that if he acted quickly enough, he could kill smaller prey before it had time to speak – but for those that did manage to release shrieks of death and despair, well – he wasn’t bulimic, but he’d become well-accustomed to the art of purging in the past few days. There was just something irrevocably wrong about eating a creature capable of speech. Though, he suspected, had it been Rubedo in his place, the cruel king would have found joy in the effort. Cerberus…? He shut off the thought before it began, continuing down game trails, using the forest’s natural paths to his advantage. And as he passed deeper into the heart of the woods, the energy intensified, prickling at his skin. Icarus paused on the edge of a clearing that overlooked a large, swooping cave, mouth gaping open wide in a bear’s yawn. Darkness had slowly bled over the forest, but he felt a sense of serenity, blanketed in night. And he was almost used to the ever-present pressure that cloaked him like a second skin. Almost. But before he could begin about bedding down, the winds that had teased him all day, providing relief from the sweltering summer sun, suddenly shifted, and a new scent drifted across his path. He drew deep from it, something like relief battling against wariness that cropped up in the form of his father’s voice, warning caution. He had been alone long enough that some desire for company had begun to eat at him. Or perhaps he just wanted to scrape those horrible little voices from the inside of his ears. Whatever it was, he pushed himself out into the clearing that preceded the cave, breaking into a ground-eating trot, outrunning his father’s barbed words to take care, be wary, don’t interact. The red wolf had never shown fear, never been scared to tread on unfamiliar ground, meet unfamiliar wolves. Why should his son be any different? And where his father had gotten by on his guile, so too could Icarus. “Hello,” he called as he stepped onto the cold floor, the transition from soft grass to hard stone making a shiver run unbidden across his shoulders. He was not one for such spacious caverns. With his parents’ stronghold in a forest that was snow-laden year-round, they’d learned to carve out small, cozy caves – had always lined the bottom with discarded pine litter and dried moss. The sheer openness of it provided a sense of foreboding, but Icarus forced himself to take another step deeper, calling out, “Is anyone there?”
tags: Imperia Delacroix words: 737 notes: sorry i just sorta rambled lmao
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Post by Imperia Delacroix on Jul 4, 2018 21:43:58 GMT
IMPERIA DELACROIX.
Actions. "Speach." 'Thoughts' The girl had just managed to travel deep enough into the cave that her form was invisible to the sparse light seeping in, being completely encased in darkness and even forced to stop so she could adjust her eyes, and that the opening from which she came was nothing more than a nose-sized hole behind her. She only had a few moments to look around and vaguely observe her dim surroundings, nostrils flaring and ears turning as she struggled to detect any signs of previous residency, before the quiet, echoing sound of another took her by surprise, making the youth jump and frantically toss a wide eyed stare over her shoulder.
“Hello?” the masculine sounding voice called out, causing hairs to rise along her spine. “Is anyone there?”
Her gaze then squinted at the vague, reddish outline of someone in the far distance, only just entering the cave, it would seem, and taking their (likely his?) first few steps into the darkness, though they didn’t seem to be moving any closer… not from what she could tell. Imperia froze, alarm bells ringing in her brain and a cold, dreadful chill seizing her form as if she’d suddenly plunged into a frozen lake. This was the first wolf she’d met in this land, aside from Oberon, and her mind was torn between wanting to believe anyone with divinity in their hearts must be somewhat trustworthy and her learned experience of “no one is trustworthy, not even the wolves you think you know; treat everyone as a potential enemy”. She breathed, a slow, quiet inhale of air, uncertain of how best to proceed… yet remembering the words of her guide.
He had specifically advised her not to be afraid of the other mortals here, even going as far as to say it’d be more beneficial to join with some of them, if such was her preference. Surely… he’d been here longer, and he would know best? Who’s to say; maybe this wolf was also guided by Oberon… yet despite this logic, her paws still remained firmly rooted, indecision heavy in her heart.
Finally, after warring with herself for a few tense and silent minutes, nearly made awkward by the fact this wolf was still waiting on an answer she had yet to give him, Imperia decided to meet herself in the middle. She’d approach him as someone she might be willing to share her cave with for the night, should he prove trustworthy, but would still be scrutinizing with a suspicious eye until she knew for certain. Furthermore, just in case this wolf had no interest in sharing and only wanted the cave for himself, she intended to present herself as tough and not one to be messed with, so as to make it clear this would be her sleeping place tonight one way or the other, and no one was taking that from her.
Mind made up, the girl lifted her head and marched forward with practised elegance, her movements light yet assured; that of importance and regality. Of course… it was a bit difficult to maintain such a composed and unfazed air when each step was more of a floating bounce… but she did her best to manage.
Nearer and nearer to drew to the newcomer, the sound of clicking nails alerting her approach, though she didn’t mind the air of foreboding that came with such sounds, even thinking it could work to her advantage. The closer she came, the clearer his visage. He was a tall creature of willowy proportions (or so he seemed from the front anyway), with a cloak of obnoxiously bright russet red, lighter undersides that could easily be distinguished in the darkness, and- yet another chill ran down her spine as her eyes trailed up to fixate on his own: two orbs of bright, crimson red, like the color of blood and roses. The ex royal was forced to halt her approach.
Such an appearance was eerily familiar to her, as if once upon a time she’d be warned by a solemn voice to stay far away from characters of such a description, or heard the hurried and hushed whispers of those around her say bad things in regards to a wolf that looked like this male... yet she couldn’t quite place it. Had she even heard that, or had she maybe dreamed it…? Even if she had heard that, this was a different realm, so… what were the odds…? Still, she couldn’t completely push away a vague sense of danger and discomfort whenever looking at this male, as if she knew she were forgetting something and didn’t want to interact with him until she remembered what… However, also recalling the odd feeling this whole area had seemed to stir in her heart since first stepping foot upon its soil, she took to blaming her suspicions on that and told herself that regardless of past circumstances, the stranger was still here, and still needed to be addressed before she could ever hope to settle in for the night.
So, she continued onward, and stopped herself just beyond the reach of the moon’s light so that her figure could still be faintly seen, but was also encased in darkness, with the glow of her eyes peeking through; something she hoped would come off as intimidating and mysterious, though… given her small stature… probably not… She did have to look up just to make eye contact with him.
Eyes half lidded and a disapproving frown tugging at her lips, she boldly addressed the trespasser.
“Yes, I am. Who wishes to know?” The tone came out just a little more haughty and demanding than intended, Imperia still accustomed to treating others like the non-bluebloods they were.
Her posture was not of one who was cool and knew they had nothing to fear, but one of tense shoulders and stiff muscles, like someone who was quite obviously trying a little too hard to appear as more of a threat than they really were. Icarus Volcaneau like we discussed, don't feel the need to actually have him answer that question~ |
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Post by Icarus Volcaneau on Jul 5, 2018 19:50:16 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","icarus"] Stood in the cavern’s gaping entrance, Icarus kept his ears straining, listening to the slightest sound, eyes peeled for the smallest movement. There was something terrible exciting about the unknown – the waiting, and he felt his blood rushing, threatening to render him breathless if he couldn’t manage his breathing. He did his best – both because he knew better to present weakness or aggression and because he knew adrenaline had a way of sapping strength from one’s limbs. He could not afford further fatigue, if there was something terrible and nasty to be found in the depths of this cave. So, when the soft sound of claws scraping against the stone floor came, he was almost dizzy with relief. Finally, something to focus all his senses on – and he practically pounced upon the chance, eyes zeroing in on the direction the sounds came from. They reverberated in the open space, but with his ears so highly attuned, he was able to discern the source from the echoes, the soft warble that distorted each bounce of the sound. If he found anything suspicious, it was that each clatter of claws seemed almost – jumpy. As if the wolf were leaping and dropping down, quick and agile. Perhaps it isn’t the wolf, but rather whatever ate it, his father’s voice whispered. That was something he hadn’t considered – that the scent he had followed was already extinguished forever, that he had been drawn down to the cavern after the struggle had finished. And yet Dionysus’ voice counseled to stand his ground – to turn on his heel would be an insult against his courage and an open invitation to attack. Better to face whatever came forward with flashing fangs. So, as the creature came nearer still, he carefully leveled his head with his shoulders, not quite tensed in preparation – he trusted his limbs, knew he was quick enough to drop if a sudden attack swooped out of the darkness. Knew he could skitter back if something lunged up. When at least the shadowy being drew close enough, Icarus almost wanted to laugh at himself for his foolishness. As it was, he could not keep the small smile from appearing on his lips, even as he dropped his head in a small bow. The wolf that had emerged was still drenched in darkness, only the pale gold of her eyes and the slightest hint of her white markings illuminated by the moon that framed him. And yet, comparing the height of her eyes to his own, he knew her of a smaller make than him. His lips tugged higher of their own accord as she spoke to him, regal run rampant. The sheer bravado she displayed was charming, and he answered pleasantly, “A wanderer in these strange lands, seeking a site to rest his paws.”He knew better than to give his name – not yet, anyway. Not until he had a better understanding of where he was, who she was, what this place was. If he was deep in enemy territory, it would not be good to invite potential wrath upon him by uttering his father’s cursed name. He took a step closer, intent on testing the lengths of her bravery, and queried, “Have I found such a place?”tags: Imperia Delacroixwords: 542 notes: :^)
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Post by Imperia Delacroix on Jul 6, 2018 22:04:06 GMT
IMPERIA DELACROIX.
Actions. "Speach." 'Thoughts' At her appearance, the russet man had enough common sense to respectfully bow his head, yet this gesture was negated by the smile that peeled across his lips soon after she stepped a little closer to the light, something she coldly and disapprovingly perceived as amusement.. She hadn't done anything funny, and wasn’t happy to see her attempt at intimidation failing. Furthermore, as heated embarrassment quickened her pulse and flushed her cheeks, she didn't know whether or not to be angry at herself on account of not being “scary” enough/not taking a scarier approach, or angry at him for not noticing that was clearly what she had been going for.
“A wanderer in these strange lands, seeking a site to rest his paws,” he pleasantly chirped, the tone of his voice threatening to twist a scowl on to her face and to churn her stomach. Being but a stranger who wasn’t even presenting herself in an amiable fashion, she also didn’t see what he had to be so damn smiley about. Not to mention the fact that this spoiled princess had intended to get a name, not an obvious description… well, obvious now that he’d said it…
Truthfully speaking, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Imperia was just used to getting what she wanted, in addition to getting a very specific response from others when she acted this way towards them. Back home, for her to raise her head, narrow her eyes, and use an authoritative voice, it was expected that any wolf responding back, unless above her, would be submissive, obedient, and composed as if they were talking to someone of the utmost importance, since, you know, they were. Her level of threat didn’t matter so much as the royal blood that flowed through her veins, which was to be respected at all times. Needless to say, the fiery Delacroix had yet to understand that out here, where she was smaller than most and presenting the aura of one whose bark was worse than her bite, her lineage meant nothing… though hopefully, she soon would.
Next, after failing to give her the answer she wanted, the male took a bold step forward and questioned whether or not this was such a place. Eyes only faintly widening and expression all the angrier, she only took a half step back and puffed out her chest, muzzle tipping further upward just a smidge so as to maintain intense, glaring eye contact. Her guard hairs stood on end in silent warning, instinctively trying to make her look bigger in the face of a potential threat.
“Perhaps!” Came the sharp response, tone indicating her distaste of his proximity to her, and warning him to back off.
Then, willing herself to calm down so as to not look afraid, she narrowed her eyes again, smoothed her guard hairs down, took a step back, and turned to the side, quickly attempting to regain her composure.
“If you prove to not be a threat.”
After intensely locking gazes with him for a few seconds, staring deeply into his ruby red eyes as if in search of answers (she was still getting an uneasy vibe from him), the girl then suddenly started to relax… just a bit, finally realising how… over the top this all was. Honestly, how could she even promise this place was worthy of resting in when she herself had only just arrived? How could she honestly defend something like it was her’s when she knew nothing about it? Additionally, while true, she wanted to keep this place for herself and make it clear she was in charge… the moral part of her soul knew that, should he prove himself and end up staying here, iit wasn’t right to pretend she knew this to be a safe haven, just for the sake of being “right”, and risk him getting attacked by something in the middle of the night...
“Although…” Her ears flattened and she glanced uncertainty into the depths of the cave, brows knitting. “If I’m being honest, I myself am not entirely sure how safe this cave is. I… only just arrived…”
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, one that made her ears perk and the intense, domineering expression return, though not necessarily directed at him. “Help me scout it for danger, and maybe I’ll consider letting you stay,” she firmly demanded, punctuating the order with a paw stamp.
Again, she wasn’t keen on the idea of trusting him, but compared to whatever creatures could be lurking in this caves darkness… safety in numbers. |
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Post by Icarus Volcaneau on Jul 8, 2018 1:14:54 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","icarus"] Little spitfire.He did not think himself utterly charmed – after all, having been royalty with the first breath he drew, he was not unaware of how others peddled themselves, intent on securing a place at his side – but he had to admit the way she was so obviously rattled and yet still so brazen was almost cute. It wasn’t that he hadn’t met such large characters before – but in all his previous encounters, there had been something to back up their bark. That all she held to her temper were her blazing eyes and straining tiptoes only threatened to grow the smile upon his face, and he chose to break eye contact with her, glancing over the inky blackness that she had emerged from. Still, when she snapped back a word, so sharp it threatened to stab him there and then, he obliged willingly, shifting his weight back onto his hind paws, one foot edging backward. It was not quite a retreat, but it was an allowance of sorts, a white flag to signal that he was not truly a threat. Of course, he needn’t have bothered. She shoved off her ire as easily as one might shake the snow from their shoulders. She detached herself from his presence, insistently withdrew herself from the conversation and practically sidestepped any further comments in the same vein. He was almost about to relent, say something relaxed and foolish and stupidly masculine – that she might think him a dunderhead, because she reminded him too much of an irritated squirrel, and he wasn’t about to spend a night listening to her chitter angrily at him. But, of course, she had to return to aggression, as if that was all she knew, the only weapon she could wield. Faced with her eyes burning into his once more, Icarus attempted further pacification with an unconcerned cock of his head, ears not quite going limp, but decidedly less focused than they had been previously. The unspoken question: What in the nine hells are you carrying on about?Not that he’d ever dare say it. She might well fly at his face, all scrabbling paws and useless snapping – and he was not here for a brawl. So, when she yet again changed her tune, he almost rolled his eyes – and only hid the gesture behind a forceful blink, intending sharpened interest but in truth just conveying bewilderment. “You haven’t checked the cave?” he said before he could stop himself. Had she been raised in a field of poppies? Had her parents ingested fermented fruit, gotten high off the scent of snapped mint and clove? “Yes, of course I’ll help,” he said, barely allowing the last of the words to pass his mouth before he was stepping forward, brushing past her, ears tilted forward, eyes squinting into the darkness. His nostrils drew deep as he dropped his head near the ground, whiskers bristling out as he drew in the scents that littered the cavern. Not that he found much. What scents remained were old, barely clinging. Once, he thought, this might have been a gathering place, for only that could truly explain the number of individual smells he found tumbled atop each other, practically merging into one incomprehensible odor of wolf. There was the sharp tang of metallic water, seeping with minerals. The scent of the limestone – and again there was that strange feeling he had experienced ever since stepping within the strange woods, though now it had begun to manifest as a scent, as a taste. Ozone, he thought. That was the word. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, and then he was stepping deeper into the cavern. tags: Imperia Delacroixwords: 609 notes: sorry this took a bit! also uh, if they keep going, we're gonna have to do a passageway post if you're up for it. i've already spoken to ray about it lmao [newclass=.icarus]max-height:400px;color:#E1DFD8;text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass][newclass=.icarus b]color:#b84a00;text-shadow:0px 0px 2px;font-family:montserrat;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass][newclass=.icarus i]color:#e07934; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass][newclass=.icarus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.icarus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.icarus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] |
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