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Post by Callisto on Jun 14, 2018 4:45:10 GMT
The air was pregnant with the promise of a storm. Each breath drew a lungful of ozone, sharp, jagged edges catching inside of her nose until she couldn’t smell much else. A colorless sky hung heavily above, swathed in rainburdened clouds that were ready to burst at any moment. It was the threat of the downpour that kept Callisto on her feet, but also the sighting of prey. When she first spotted the mottled hide of the rabbit, she figured her hunt for a suitable shelter could stand to wait a few more moments. Having a waterlogged coat was annoying, but starving while waiting out the storm had to be worse in comparison. It was time to grab a bite.
The tenebrous she-wolf’s limbs tightened in giddy anticipation, her jaws already overflowing at the promise of a meal. This was going to be easy. She launched from her position, a massive, midnight blur in the birth of a storm. Hard muscles powered her forward and she was practically on top of her rabbit in one, two strides. Jaws of death bore from above and closed on nothing as the mottled creature evaded her. The chase was on.
Callisto dodged the trunks of ancient trees, large paws slamming against the earth as she attempted to keep pace with her prey. Once or twice she burst through a bush, though it did virtually nothing to avert the rabbit’s certain death. It was probably like something from a nightmare to the poor creature. A monstrous predator wreathed in darkness, chasing it obstinately as a storm growled in the sky above. The thought provoked a startled laugh from the rogue’s maw. It likely did nothing to make the scene less terrifying for her prey.
She eventually lengthened her strides, ready to finish this once and for all. There were shelters to swipe and storms to wait out after all, and she couldn’t do any of that if she drew this out. Her stygian bulk surged forward to intercept the rabbit’s last sidestep. Her fangs bore in delicious triumph; she could taste breakfast already. Mighty jaws descended upon warm fur and flesh--
BANG!
The first wave of thunder rolled through the woodland. And then silence, save for the "click" of teeth slamming together.
“Wuh-?” she began to speak, but pain lanced through her mouth. Had she bitten her tongue? Nevermind that, where was her kill? Several other relevant questions suddenly made an appearance in her head. Callisto couldn’t answer a single one.
This was disconcerting. This was infuriating. The rogue could feel her temper seething beneath her skin like sickness and crackling between her teeth like lightning. An emotional growl rumbled from her chest but never made it past her maw. She couldn’t lose it, but she feared she already had. She was still surrounded by wood, but it all felt older somehow. She felt perverted for standing there. Her storm had vanished, replaced completely by a clear sky, yet the air still thrummed with an intensity she couldn’t place. She swallowed to do something for her dry throat-- you need water
no you need food where is your kill
--Callisto whirled around and nearly stumbled on her own paws. She hadn’t done that since she was a pup. Shaking herself, she began to sniff around for any traces of the rabbit. There had to be something.
( OOC: guide thread woot ) ( WORD COUNT: 571 ) ( TAG: N/A )
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 14, 2018 16:44:41 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] The veil between the realm of the gods and the mortal lands upon which he tread was thinnest in the woods. As a creature of divinity, there was something calming about the place – the power that swathed it mixed with his own, and he felt at home. True, it was not the godly land – it held not the majesty, nor could he so easily shift himself between the differing planes that stacked atop each other. But it was the closest he came, as he awaited his charges. Morpheus lay beside a trickling stream bed, the minute twitches of his ears the only sign that he was still conscious. A few times throughout his dozing daydreams he had felt the tell-tale feather weight of a bird alighting upon his horns. They knew him to be an otherworldly creature, uninterested in them, and their sweet songs further lulled him into a honeyed stupor. He had almost begun to consider truly drifting away – diving down into dreams that provided nourishment, both his and others’ that slumbered across the mortal world. But then the birds abruptly sprung from his horns, the hurried flutter of their wings betraying their distress. There had been a disturbance. Morpheus’ blue eyes slitted open as he felt it wash over him – the sense of another. But where his previous mortals had all boomed with quality… there was a strange absence to this one, a missing piece. He raised his shaggy head and breathed out a slippery sigh. Already he began to think this one might be more troublesome – and it was not only because of her proximity to the passage that led into the god realms. Morpheus pushed to his feet, giving a great heave of his shoulders to displace the refuse that had settled within his coat and headed in the direction of the life that called for him. Compared to his more languid travels in meeting his previous charges, his pace was a much more hurried affair. He had to keep her from wandering, had to stop her from slipping into the cavern. Because if she entered the god realm with no sense of what she was, then she would be lost to him. Lost in a never-ending realm that stretched unto infinity, without consideration for those who wandered its lands. So when he came upon her, it was with a swift suddenness – his horns deftly turning away the branches that tried to cling to them, his face laced with an unsuitable tension. “Stop,” he said, before he had even begun to see her – the true size of her, compared to him. He was of an average height for a wolf, not overly large, and so she dwarfed him. The only height advantage he had came in the form of his spiraling horns, but the sheer size of her was enough to leave him momentarily flummoxed on how best to proceed. After all, in that single glance, he saw the agitation that clung to her body like a secondary coat. Immediately he dipped his head, trying to convey his respect toward her and ward off any sudden attacks she might make. “Please stop,” he begged more softly. “Calm yourself and let me help you.”It was not that he could not defend himself if necessary – but the thought of yet another confrontation, especially one that might turn violent, lent him an edge of desperation that had been absent in his previous encounters with mortals. [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Callistowords: 577 notes: pls don't eat him callisto [newclass=.morpheus]height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Callisto on Jun 15, 2018 5:14:32 GMT
Calm yourself and let me help you."I am calm." Callisto’s response arose unbidden, her teeth baring themselves in a troubled snarl. “And I don’t need your help.” Each word stabbed her tongue and made her taste blood. Now distracted from her search, she swung her massive head in the direction of the stranger’s voice. She hadn't even heard his approach. Faded pink eyes locked with crystalline blue, and the fur on her back rose, muscles seizing with hesitation as she regarded the stranger’s ethereal form. Horns. He had horns. They spiraled and twisted fantastically from his brow, nearly iridescent in the gloom, and provoked her wrath the second she saw them. They were so unnatural, so unreal. In her mind’s eye, she shot forward, fastened her jaws around those growths, and ripped them clean from his crown. Perhaps it would be a favor if she did it, to remove them and free this strange male from his deranged existence. Perhaps she could make sense of things if she purged everything that didn’t. The rogue didn’t harm him, however. She remained rooted to the spot, eyeing him irritably as she forced herself from her stupor. He was small, much smaller than her, and had a pelt that reminded her of daisies. His stance announced his wariness and made her glower bemusedly at him. Had he somehow heard her earlier thoughts? Or had he been in that position before but she hadn’t noticed? A fresh wave of confusion and frustration rolled over her and she gritted her teeth. Maybe this stranger’s appearance could mean something. She still had yet to stumble upon the rabbit she was certain she had caught minutes before. Did he somehow snatch it from under her nose? Was he the cause of this nonsense? The thought made her lips set into a grim line. Her earlier fantasy could very well become reality in the next few moments if her guesses proved correct. There was only one way to be sure though. “Stand still if you don't want to get hurt,” Callisto snapped before approaching him. Her pace was hurried, frantic-- she had to know. Maybe it was threatening to the male, but she didn’t care. Once she was close enough to be invading his personal space, she thrust her nose forward to sniff at his fur. She circled him at a hasty tempo, nudging his hindquarters to suggest that he sit while she examined him. A moment later and it dawned on her that he was clean. He hadn't touched her kill. She shoved him away in a moment of overwhelming emotion. She didn't understand. A deep snarl ripped from her throat, teeth flashing as she snapped at the air where his face once was. "Explain this.”( OOC: im sorry about her ) ( WORD COUNT: 457 )( TAG: Lirriel )
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 15, 2018 17:24:02 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] She was so combative. And he was not. Before the onslaught of her gaze, her words, her flashing fangs – before every part of her that bristled with animosity – he could only tip his ears back, not quite flattening them to the slope of his skull. He did not truly believe her capable of harming him, of course. He was a god, and he knew something of his powers even if he had yet to place hers. Like a black hole, he thought, eyeing her warily as she studied him. There was her rage, glimmering in her pelt like starlight scattered across the sky – and there in the center: nothing. An absence. But before he could ponder the emptiness of her power, her voice rang out like a whipcrack. Almost instinctively, he drew back, his muscles hardening in readiness beneath his coat. It was only something of his past that saved him, that age-old wisdom that had not deserted him even with the loss of his memories. He was not truly frightened by her, and a strange feeling of irritation arose as she poked and prodded at him. I could make you sleep, he wanted to say. I could force you to dream, and you would not like what I gave you.But he kept his lips pressed tight together, only wrinkling his muzzle briefly before following her unsaid command, settling back on his haunches with his tail curling loosely around his paws. He did not turn his head, only watching her with that unwavering blue gaze as she circled him. Still, it was difficult not to yip in sudden outrage when she abruptly shoved him, the surprise of it causing him to briefly stagger. He shook his head, nostrils flaring wide as he snorted, and retorted, “I thought you didn’t want my help?”He had learned how to calm, how to socialize, how to be polite – in the span of a few days, scattered across a half-dozen encounters. And now, with this new wolf, he had learned something else: pettiness. A childish flaring of his temper. If she was so eager to fight, to bully, then he would play on her level. “Why shouldn’t I just leave you here, let you find out everything for yourself? If you can,” he finished. Of course, he wouldn’t really leave her. But he was more than willing to act as condescending as she was being – godhood did not grant impartiality, nor did it offer a cleansing of mortal emotions. He was still imperfect. But he was not unkind. If she did strike out on her own, he would follow as her unseen shadow until she chose to accept his guidance. [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Callistowords: 447 notes: :^) [newclass=.morpheus]height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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Post by Callisto on Jun 17, 2018 5:28:34 GMT
Black lips twitched as though they might pull themselves into a grin but ultimately remained a hard, flat line as he nixed his prior complacency in a moment of sudden spitefulness. She pinned him beneath her cool pink gaze, her eyes suddenly comparable to chips of ice where they once burned with her ire. All previous emotion suddenly lurked underneath the bristling of her coat and baring of her teeth. And for a moment, she wanted to tell him to fuck off. She might have, would have, had the urge not wholly dissipated a second later. That course of action now unavailable, she licked her lips instead, pink tongue passing over gleaming fangs, and considered the outraged male. She wasn’t furious for being denied an explanation, felt nothing over it in fact. Not once in her two years of living had she ever sought any form of power over anything but herself. Maybe she would later, or maybe she wouldn’t. Her future was so uncertain now that nothing was within her control. ( doesn't it madden you?) But right now she knew that she wouldn’t force him to give her the information. That was the only option she could see too, the only one that didn’t make her stomach churn when she considered it. Oh, she could beg for this wolf’s information, but fuck that. And she could apologize, but it made her skin feel two sizes too small as well. It was no matter though. All she needed was herself. All she needed was to understand. And she could do that, in time. She could make herself leave these woods right now. She could find a way back to her hard-earned reality, the one she built and controlled. besides, you wouldn’t just not take a challenge so blatantly thrown your wayHer mind was made. “Oh, you should,” she growled in response to his prior words. In the same moment, she lunged in his direction, a stygian titan seemingly set on ending this encounter violently. But her paws found purchase on the ground last second, sending her to the side and allowing her to evade him before their inevitable collision. Her momentum carried her forward, but she wasn't a creature intent on stopping. She allowed it to, quickly powering her legs when it became necessary to carry herself away from the scene. She was gone just as quickly as she came. ( OOC: WELL THAT WENT WELL, also exit callisto and my ability to write B') )( WORD COUNT: 400 )( TAG: Lirriel )
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Post by Lirriel on Jun 17, 2018 17:27:37 GMT
[googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Montserrat][googlefont=Open+Sans] [attr="class","morpheus"] He only registered her outright rejection a moment before she had rushed past him – leaving with a swiftness that left Morpheus dumbfounded. He stood there, still as a statue, before his head finally turned, staring into the shrubbery that still shivered with her recent passage. She did that, he thought. He turned to follow her – and paused, one paw raised. Slowly, he lowered it, his blue eyes fluttering closed as a deep sigh pushed out of his chest, deflating him. Stupid, he wanted to call himself. She was young, infinitely younger than him – and he’d dropped to her level. But what was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to be pushed around. Her scent still clung to the clearing, heady and edged with fire. He breathed it in slowly, eyes half-open, thoughts in disarray. It would make no sense to chase after her – and she seemed perfectly capable of defending herself. So, for now – he’d just leave her alone. Would try to further his ability to interact with mortals. And, perhaps, when they met once more, he would not let himself be drawn so easily into her temper. But, as he stared in the direction she had gone, he could not help but wonder – why was she so angry? It was an answer that he would not find easily, Morpheus suspected. [attr="class", "godling"] tags: Callistowords: 222 notes: a super-short wrap-up post LMAO [newclass=.morpheus]height:440px;color:#E1DFD8;opacity:.8;margin-top:470px;text-align:justify;padding:15px;width:470px;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;overflow:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus b]font-family:montserrat;font-weight:900;color:#F0F0D8;font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus i]color:#C0D860; font: 11px Roboto; font-style: italic;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #2A2A2A; width:1px; [/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px; height: 5px; background: #ccc; border: 3px solid #f0f0f0;[/newclass] [newclass=.morpheus::-webkit-scrollbar-corner]background: #ccc; border: 2px solid #ccc;[/newclass] [googlefont=Open+Sans]
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