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Post by ASTA IJÚGA on Aug 2, 2018 22:55:17 GMT
[HEURGH I'M SORRY I SPELLED HER NAME WRONG FORGIVE MEE] "A trickster god sounds like a most unfortunate greeting to these lands." Asta woofed, raising an eyebrow at the dark look that tore across Niamh's face. If this trickster god elicited such a strong response from the yearling they must certainly be something special. "Ah his name was Morpheus, and as for powers? I haven't yet noticed any though I'm sure that I'll discover something out of the ordinary soon. They are as foreign to me as they are to you, for all I've heard are stories of the like."Niamh
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Post by Niamh on Aug 3, 2018 8:45:19 GMT
ISMENE NIAMH "A trickster god sounds like a most unfortunate greeting to these lands."Niamh said nothing; her face could never be stony enough to express the displeasure Calliope's arrival had caused her, the strife she had created within the yearling's mind. Perhaps Calliope thought her existence was one that had a single purpose: to make the lives of as many wolves as she could miserable. Godlings like you look better in the dirt. A single growl escaped her muzzle, reminiscent of the same one she had expelled in her confrontation with the crocodile. She called me a godling, thought the girl. As if I were to become a god.The annoyance was rife on her pitch visage. "Ah his name was Morpheus, and as for powers? I haven't yet noticed any though I'm sure that I'll discover something out of the ordinary soon. They are as foreign to me as they are to you, for all I've heard are stories of the like."Morpheus, thought Ismene. I shall remember. And indeed she would, for that name was a precious tidbit of information and she had his appearance; she should be able to match name to face and likewise. The God of Dreams. A thought briefly crossed her mind: what god was she? Of course she was no god yet; she still bled, she still exhausted her breath, she still felt faint when she had not eaten. They are as foreign to me as they are to you, for all I've heard are stories of the like..."You are a rather lovely wom-" The toll of starvation exacted its debt; the girl collapsed on her side, lightheaded and weak. Still she stared up at Asta with her silver eyes, daring the woman to walk away without a concern shown to her fallen companion. Time seemed to slow to a lazy crawl, the seconds passed like hours, the world watery and noiseless, muted in its entirety. Ismene could only blink. "" OOC: no problem man HAHA TABLE BY LEE || IMAGE FROM JASON WONG ON UNSPLASH
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Post by ASTA IJÚGA on Aug 3, 2018 23:36:46 GMT
Of all the things that Asta had expected from Ismene, collapsing into a heap was not one of them. Asta crouched in front of her, frowning at her prone body. "Poor thing, you've really done a number on yourself haven't you?"Briefly, she considered killing the girl, snipping the bud before it had even blossomed into a competitor for the sunlight. It would be so simple, so quick, teeth in fur, red on white, and another competitor's life whirling down the drain. No, that wouldn't be useful for her, it would be better to help here and earn the girl's debit. "If you can, tell me what's wrong I can help you that way."Did Asta feel stupid? Very much so. Still, she didn't know what the yearling needed and given the godly essence hanging around her, it would be best to try her paws at asking. What was there for her to lose? Besides, it was rather rude to refuse help to one who had been about to speak a compliment anyway. Niamh
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Post by Niamh on Aug 6, 2018 3:35:10 GMT
ISMENE NIAMH "Poor thing, you've really done a number on yourself haven't you?"No shit, the yearling thought. Something not entirely welcoming flashed on Asta's face, but was gone in an instant, and Isme could not figure it out in time. Even with all the instinct most wolves possessed, mind-reading was not part of the parcel - so it was no surprise that whatever intentions Asta held, were disguised well enough. "If you can, tell me what's wrong I can help you that way.""You are kind..." she breathed, voice reedy and weak. It had been growing weaker with every second she had spent by Asta's side; now, it was at its zenith, though Ismene doubted that this truly was the peak. "I merely have not eaten in a week - I... I do not wish to trouble you." Behind every offer, every agreeable face, was a masked intent, and a hidden agenda. Isme had barely known Asta for an hour - who was she to say that she knew Asta from head to toe? Who was she to trust her completely? In truth, she did not want to end up owing the white maiden something, for her encounter with Calliope had proven that debts always had to be settled. ...Would this be one that would come back to her somehow? Her stomach and mind warred for dominance over the body, stick-thin, barely fattened. Asta's offer of assistance was so tempting... so close, so timely - but what would it cost? asked her mind, for she did not see into the woman's heart; she did not walk her mind's path and think as she did. A loud, rumbling sound filled the quiet. If her fur could get any darker, it would. "" OOC: TABLE BY LEE || IMAGE FROM GLEB KOZENKO ON UNSPLASH
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Post by ASTA IJÚGA on Aug 11, 2018 19:03:31 GMT
"Hush yearling, save your strength. I will fetch you something to fill your stomach with."
Asta hummed gently, getting to her paws before disappearing into the darkness of the forest, leaving Ismene alone, illuminated by the light. This should be an easy fix, find a snack, feed the yearling, earn her favor. It was a good thing to have someone in debt to you, no matter the situation. So off she went, a ghost flitting between trees and crystals, like something half here and half not.
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Post by Niamh on Aug 13, 2018 1:41:22 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","ismene"] Blink. Hush yearling, save your strength. How did Asta know? Was it obvious? Her age? Was it simply the notion of divinity that gave her the perception of such? Blink. I will fetch you something to fill your stomach with.Blink. Asta was gone. In this time Ismene took the liberties to consider how Asta was a family name. What was her personal one, then? And should she leave, now, while the white wolf was otherwise occupied? She watched as the pelt flickered something ghostly, weaving through and past the blackened boughs that were now... No. Not home. Never home. Gods didn't exist. She didn't ask to be one. Hell, she didn't even want the creeping crawl of time to still for her eventually. She could resist - resist forever, resist something awful, but a niggling thought told her that it wasn't possible. No, a string of events had been set in motion, an uncertain motion she could not hope to predict. Blink. Asta would be returning soon. Dare she drop the charade of helpless yearling? Ismene pushed herself to her feet, weakened by the bout of hunger, but not felled totally. Still it slithered around her, gnashing figurative teeth within. Blink. She thought she saw the barest ghost of a snowy fox. Perhaps it was Asta, returned with food. Despite the growing trepidation within her, Isme was still slave to mortal needs; the promise of sustenance was a welcome collar. tags: ASTA IJÚGAwords: 000 notes: watch me test 3943942 codes in one thread [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 ASTA IJÚGA on Aug 13, 2018 21:11:36 GMT
One, two, leap!
Asta hit the ground with a crunch of bone, raising her head and peering around the woods as a small animal scampered away. Tch, what a shame, it seemed that there would only be the rabbit that dangled from her jaws. Ah, one was better than none at the least, even if it was rudely sullying her coat with the red that dripped from its limp body.
The white wolf turned and returned to Ismene, eyes reflecting the cold light of the crystals with a flash as she set the rabbit down in front of the yearling with a thud. She was quietly amused at how the yearling seemed to be hauling themselves up, maybe they had more will inside them than she had taken her to have when Asta left for the first time.
"For you, I would eat it before it cools."
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