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Post by Elysium Volcaneau on Jul 17, 2018 7:08:53 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","elysium"] He awoke slowly – sunlight seeping between his eyelids, birdsong slipping into his ears. It was the way any might choose to awaken; brought forth into consciousness without force, without expectation. Just the steady extraction from sleep, so smoothly that neither mind nor body suffered for the journey. Even when he was at last awake, fully aware of the soft chattering that came from above, the scent of honeysuckle and sugar sharp in his nose, the crushed bed of flowers beneath him – even then, he laid there on his side for a few moments more, focused on his breathing and the sheer wonder that was being alive. Even now, a month or so after his desperate plunge from that hellish mountain, Elysium still found himself filled with an almost childish wonder, to know that he was alive, that his body had survived that brutal trip from sky to ground – and he was free, of his past, of his brother, of the last vestiges of guilt that had stubbornly clung to him through most of his preceding years. Then again, almost dying had a tendency to radicalize your thinking. So wrapped up was he in the spectacle of his continued living, it took several moments for him to raise his head and recognize his surroundings. Or, rather, what his surroundings were not. The field of flowers – once a dazzling blanket of wildflowers of every color and hue – had become a snow-white landscape, interspersed with stalwart trees, guardians over the smaller plant-life. The cool nip of spring had been replaced by the biting heat of summer, and Elysium took time to breathe relief, that he no longer sported the thick coat of his youth. He pushed himself upward, into something of a slumped sitting position, with his back legs still relaxed beneath him, powerful, unharmed front legs supporting his skinny weight. He cast his red gaze about, seeking further information, even as his nostrils flared and his ears stilled, identifying each trill and twitter of the life that went on around him. No threats, he thought, a touch sardonic. The thought was enough to amuse him, pull his scarred muzzle into a smile utterly lacking in emotion – a reflex, he suspected, left over from when he still played niceties. Now – where was he? Had he been a younger sort, of thinner blood and weaker temperament, his first reaction might have been overstated panic, outrage, despair. But he had seen many things of late, not least of which was his own brother ready to rip his throat out, and a change in surroundings was hardly worth fussing over. Concerning, yes, but not to the point he would expend precious energy. At last, surroundings judged clear, he pushed himself to all four paws, a grunt of learned pain escaping his jaws as he carefully stretched out his injured hind leg. The bare skin that marked ruined muscle beneath burned painfully, as scarred flesh had a tendency to do when worked. Still, he kept at his learned exercises, working the limb back and forth and up and down until he found it suitably limber. No, he could not run upon it, fleet-footed and swift and tireless – but he would need it to stabilize, if he did come face-to-face with an unpleasant sort. Better to be prepared – another lesson learned. He stood at last, as ready as he was capable of making himself, and asked aloud, voice a velvety bass, “Now where am I?” tags: @tag, @tag words: 577 notes: intro, come say hi | ♫[newclass=.elysium]max-height:380px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:540px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:430px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium i]color:#e43a3a; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass][/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Niamh on Jul 29, 2018 13:33:26 GMT
then came the night of the first falling star“Now where am I?”The barest glimpse of onyx fur peeked out from the longer grasses. So tall were they that, crouching down, Ismene had managed to remain fairly hidden even though she was jet-black and not much else. It did help that she was a naturally small creature; her frame was much slighter than average, and, when she was not standing on her lengthy legs, she was quite the short wolf. She had not noticed that there was another wolf here - he'd been quiet until he'd spoken - and her head lifted immediately, eyes searching for the owner of the voice. There was only one wolf, and he was a monstrosity.His fur hung limply from his frame, as if he had too much sagging skin and no muscle - or even fat - to fill him out. It looked like the fur only added to the weight, and instead of plush, it was stringy and perhaps even oil-slicked. Scars peppered his hulking frame, too tall for his girth, and too bony for his size. They were everywhere, his legs, his body, his rump, even, and a jagged piece was missing from his right ear as if someone had torn it out with little concern for how the wound might heal. Perhaps it hadn't really healed and it was swimming with pus that would explode at the slightest touch, Eugh. "You're a sight," said Isme, forgoing the preamble. "Did you try to hunt a bear?" She smiled and it was warm, coming naturally from the slight curve of her cheeks as they lifted, to the gleam in her silver eyes. She was still covered by the grasses and so had to crane her neck to observe the gargantuan man, but strangely, she showed no fear at all. "You should probably get those checked out."!
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Post by Elysium Volcaneau on Jul 30, 2018 0:23:09 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","elysium"] When a voice floated to him across the field of flowers, Elysium instinctively stiffened, red eyes seeking the source of the sound – though he took care not to appear obviously on guard, head lent an almost imperious slant as he tilted his chin downward, that he might better peer about. He spotted her at last, and he snorted, torn ear flicking in a brief show of irritation. Trust him to wind up somewhere new and immediately be set upon by a pup. Yes, he probably looked a sight, but at least he was a wolf grown and not a chattering subadult too loose-lipped for their own good. He wondered if he should charge, flash his white fangs, and see how fast she ran. But, no, it would be good to get information. The thought settled in his mind, he inched his nose upward, drawing in deep the scents upon the wind. Ah, there she was – he smelled her now, young and female and of good health. No pack scents upon her, which briefly raised a brow in consideration, but it was only a flitting curiosity. After all, hadn’t he been a loner for most of his life? He was not one to judge how others acted and kept their time. And if she spoke like that to everyone – well, he could see how she’d become alone. No tact. Which meant something, coming from a wolf like himself. “No,” he answered, the word short and clipped. As if the very notion of him attending a bear was absurd – which it was. What wolf was fool enough to face down an ursine? Especially alone? Stupid pup. “I’ve healed well enough,” he said. The wounds were a month old – they ran raw, it was true, but deeper injuries took longer to hide. Of course, he doubted the fur would ever grow back in certain places – the skin had been too damaged. In the case of his hind leg, he appreciated it; no doubt newly-grown fur, especially from that ruined flesh, would itch him to no end. “Now state your business, pup. I’ve no mood for games.”tags: Niamhwords: 353 notes: grouchy old man [newclass=.elysium]max-height:380px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:540px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:430px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium i]color:#e43a3a; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass][/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Niamh on Jul 30, 2018 1:47:20 GMT
then came the night of the first falling starGeez, take a joke, would you? But of course she didn't vocalise it, and of course her mouth got the better of her every time. But who was she to assume that this man was as new to the land as she was? It was just as likely that he had been here for aeons, a god who refused to move on. His eyes nearly seemed to glow crimson against the white of his fur; his body scarred and aged by time - time as it always was, slow, steady, and inevitable. Like her. Whether that was a good or bad thing was not up to her to decide. But Ismene rose anyway, collecting herself. Her face was slender and sharp, angular from cheekbone to snout; her frame was lithe and her legs, quite long. At her full height the male still stood well above her head, yet, surprisingly, she did not feel threatened by him. She knew that he could leap at any moment and if she were not prepared she would be done for. For he was tall, and despite his ragged appearance he looked strong enough to grasp her firmly around the foot and take her down. The very thought of jaws clasping around the fragile bones was enough to wipe the soft smile from her face. Isme's eyes remained deceivingly placid. Not winning any brownie points for snapping at strangers in the face. The girl brushed it off regardless, even though the smile did not return and her ears had begun to climb high atop her crown. "Same as you, figuring out where I am." Eyes narrowed, though not hostile. "Wouldn't suppose you know what you're the god of?"!
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Post by Elysium Volcaneau on Jul 30, 2018 20:42:53 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","elysium"] Elysium snorted, a soft sound that landed between them with a thud, emphasis that he thought her question absurd. What was he the god of? He had thought himself far removed from the clutches of his brother and the mad creatures that followed him – couldn’t call them wolves, for no true wolf would ever abide by such wickedness. And he had been away. Had forced himself ever eastward, because that was one of the few places in Rubedo’s kingdom where his agents were not everywhere. He’d thought himself safe there – had found a small woods, had carved out something of a life for himself as he battled against wounds and weakness. Where he had been allowed to slowly collect the pieces of his shattered heart, built one anew. He thought he had escaped. But here was this little black pup, long-limbed and twiglike, speaking of gods. Might as well jump in the damn ocean. Maybe I’ll find an island where his madness hasn’t taken hold.“God?” he snapped, the word cutting through the silence that had hung between them. A bird sprung from its hidden spot in a thicket, fleeing the ferocity that cloaked his question. “What nonsense are you speaking of?” Of course, he found it odd – that she would say that hated word and yet knew not where she was. He cast an uneasy look about, almost expecting Rubedo to step from behind one of the many oaks that stood dotted through the field, that dark red coat glimmering like shed blood. What sort of game was this? His eyes returned to the black female, his look as hard as stone. He stepped closer, examining her closely as he drew nearer. His black lips peeled back in warning, a savage snarl building up in his throat, made thunderous by the depth of his voice. Either she was an innocent bystander, drawn into this web – or she was another pawn of his brother’s, sent to upend him. In times past, he would have acted more kindly, been less suspicious – but the small hitch to each step he took was a reminder of what he had nearly lost. And the price he had paid for his foolish hope. If the wolf was truly as lost as himself, then all she would receive was a good fright – and perhaps it might teach her a lesson in holding her tongue. If not – if she was truly an agent of Rubedo – then he’d taste her blood, let her return to his brother on three legs. He almost thought he could feel his blood boiling, anticipation sending tremors through his spine. “Speak quickly,” he ground out as he came to stand beside her, ruby red eyes fixed upon her silver ones. “I’ve no patience for games.”tags: Niamhwords: 462 notes: run ismene LMAO [newclass=.elysium]max-height:380px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:540px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:430px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium i]color:#e43a3a; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;font-weight:500;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass][/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Niamh on Jul 31, 2018 8:19:35 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","ismene"] "God?" snarled the man, lips curling into a bone-chilling frown. "What nonsense are you speaking of?" He looked as if he had no idea where he was, what he was, or why he was here; and for that matter, neither did she. But Ismene thought that she knew a little more than he did if only about her purpose here - the rest was as much a mystery to her as it was to him. "Oh," she said, as if those words had explained everything, for, in a way they had. "Oh." A smile threatened to spread her lips, but the girl restrained herself; a bird startled and flew overhead and she had the feeling that she would not want to be the next to follow. God? He had asked, and at this Ismene gave pause, for she was not her guide, and she was not any guide at all, and it was a wholly uncertain thing to be telling others of. Could she, though? At the mention of a god the man had taken a step forward with terrifying finality, the deep-seated growl within him collecting substance as it made its way to his lips and escaped into the empty air around them. Ismene realised very quickly that she should cease any mention of gods and divine beings, but she was in it now, and the wolf towered over her with long legs that she wasn't sure if she could outrun. Perhaps she could, perhaps she was light enough to make away with all of her intact, but then there was the issue of strength and while she could run a good while, all it would take was one well-timed leap to bring her tumbling down. Could she really evade his jaws? “Speak quickly. I've no time for games."Alright, sunshine. "You are to be a god. Or you are one. I have no idea. Don't ask me because I don't know either; you should look for someone else about that. That's all I got."She took an uneasy step away from his hulking figure. Beside him, the warmth he exuded was equal parts threatening and comforting, for the warmth was a treasured thing, but there was malintent in his gaze, and she was already counting the time she would need if she were to break away. Another step. And another step. Ears flattened slightly, and Isme felt herself standing lightly on her toes, in preparation for whatever he had, if it came, when it came. Suspense was not her best friend. tags: Elysium Volcaneauwords: no idea notes: testing out the lovely table you did aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa/div] [newclass=.ismene]max-height:550px;color:#E1DFD8;line-height:15px; text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene b]text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px;font-family:montserrat;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene i]color:#7d6cb7; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.ismene::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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Post by Elysium Volcaneau on Aug 1, 2018 16:18:58 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","elysium"] He measured the space between them. Drawn close like this, Elysium was able to better calculate her height, her length, the weight she lacked. If she were an agent, she was a horrible one, for none of her stature would ever have allowed him so close. And yet perhaps that made her a good spy – because a good spy knew when to run and when to stand. Unlucky for her that he was not so easily swayed by foolishly brave stands. She found her voice at last, and his ears pressed flat to his skull, mouth cracking wider, the white of his pelt giving his face a skeletal appearance. But his teeth were still in good working order, and they showed themselves as thick and long and strong, blazing ivory in the black pit of his mouth, a slash of red the show of his tongue. He moved as if to circle her, each stride accompanied by that itching step, giving him a jerky appearance that further lent to his ghoulish persona. His muscles held rigid beneath his coat, each step light and measured, as if he might pounce at any moment. And his blood was pulsing, her blood was pulsing – and something offered itself to him, the smallest desire to tug. He resisted it, if only because in the heat of his veins he found something of reason. It narrowed his focus, reminded him of the tongue that lay between his teeth like a lump of meat. While he had her, he would gain as much knowledge as he was able. So, though derision laced his voice, as if her very words were a mockery upon the world, he spoke, “And who was it that told you? Did they not think to explain where you were?” Voice sharpening, he added, “Or are you purposely withholding information? Omissions of the truth are still lies.”tags: Niamhwords: 314 notes: yikes lmao [newclass=.elysium]max-height:380px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:540px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:430px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.elysium b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.elysium i]color:#e43a3a; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;font-weight:500;[/newclass] [newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass][newclass=.elysium::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass][/newclass][googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Niamh on Aug 6, 2018 4:02:22 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","ismene"] “And who was it that told you? Did they not think to explain where you were?”"If it has a name," said Ismene, taking more apprehensive steps away from the looming figure, "Calliope didn't tell me what it is. She only said it was the mortal realm." Five steps. Six steps. Seven. Until she was at a comfortable distance from the man, whose voice was ringed with obvious threat. With her guide it had been fairly easy enough; there had been little tangible threat. What could she have done? Left her alone? But here were real teeth, real claws, and a scarfaced wolf who looked as if he'd been in too many fights in his lifetime. And the fact that he was still alive... Ismene did not want to find out what had happened to the other party. “Or are you purposely withholding information? Omissions of the truth are still lies.”All you had do to was ask, she thought, bitterly. She'd be a fool if she ever spoke it aloud - he was breathing mere feet away from her, breathing and talking and living. "If you want to know more you'll need to find someone who's been here longer." And then a mottled brown face flashed in her mind - Quartz! A full-fledged god who had once been mortal, if her inferences from the Farstride woman's speech were correct. "Look for Quartz. She might be able to tell you. Or your guide - though I suppose either Morpheus" Morpheus from Asta's encounter "or Calliope may find you first."tags: Elysium Volcaneauwords: 000 notes: notes go here [newclass=.ismene]max-height:550px;color:#E1DFD8;line-height:15px; text-align:justify;padding:10px;width:440px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;background:#000;opacity:.5[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene b]text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px;font-family:montserrat;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene i]color:#7d6cb7; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #fff; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.ismene::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.ismene::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass]
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