Endymion, Marahis, and Amnesia - Orsa Tribus

[Aveilthé]

From the endless, dank and dark caverns of Shinkou Ookami,
Endymion flew, with his companion Amnesia close behind.
His great forewings were struck outward in a graceful angle,
whilst the smaller wings flittered some to keep him in the
air.

The ocean of Escavus seemed endless to Endymion, but his
gut told him to keep going South. The farther away from the north
and western countries they were going, the happier the
great beast seem to be, but also tired from the long expedition
he set for he, his sister, and Amnesia. He was leading, setting
his great wings beating the air so that the air currents
kept Amnesia in the air - and, so she could hear the direction
of which he was going.

For many hours, Endymion did not stop. It has been too long,
and hardly any land was seen. He was not afraid, however.
His wings were built in such a way to keep him in the air for a long
period of time. The sun was speedily setting fast now, and the
dark ocean beneath him sparkled their last moments before
that great flaming orb in the sky dissapeared to the earth
below.

"I have never gone this far," came his voice loudly, over his
shoulder so it could reach Amnesia's ears, "at least before."

He then spoke more softly, to Marahis. "Give birth on my
back and I'll never forgive you," said he, in a gruff manner, but
it was obvious that he was kidding around. Endymion seem to
have been in a lighter mood in this whole journey, but his
demeanor did not change. He was as cynical as always. "Hang
in there. I know we must reach land soon. We have gone too
far for too long... For at least over a day, and not rested.
Oh, the joys of migration. Amnesia... with your powerful nose,
let me know immediately if you smell land."

[Felypsa]

With her four wings, the white demoness took flight, making sure she was always in Endymion’s wake. They left the ancient caverns of the Shinkou Ookami packlands far behind. Time passed; hours and miles melted away on their wings. They flew on. Though they did not stop, Amnesia was not tired; her wings pumped and pushed her steadily on, the wind caressing her pure white fur.

She could not see what Endy saw. The sparkling dark ocean of Escavas, the setting sun, the rising purple moon—all were unknown to the blind demon. The only way she knew they were flying above water in the first was because she could hear the waves far below them, and could smell the sea. Even as there seemed to be no land for a long time, Amnesia, like her companion Endy, was undaunted. There will be land up ahead.

Her prediction came true only about an hour after Endymion asked her to sense any land. “I smell it,” she called to them. “There is an earthy smell below us. It has a cold smell to it, as if this land does not see the sun very often. I know not what it looks like, but it will suffice. We are very far away from Shinkou Ookami now. It would be best if we landed.”

Without waiting for a reply from the siblings, Amnesia angled her wings and descended. Before long, she could hear as well as smell the land: the wind whistling through the trees and stirring up the dirt on the ground. She slowed herself down, and gently landed on the foreign territory. There was no other living creature nearby, except for a few small rodent-like creatures. This island, then, was full of prey but no predators. Amnesia’s nostrils flared as she “examined” the land with her sense of smell. It seemed…right somehow. Amnesia did not usually trust to unreasonable things like instinct and intuition, but now she felt this was the best place they could find, even if they had flown on for days on end.

“A new beginning,” she reflected aloud while waiting for Endymion and Marahis to join her.

[khoyote]

The ebony lithe figure laid between the massive wings of her
brother as they took flight. Marahis felt some what anxious and
excited that they would leave far, far away from the wretched
Shinkou Ookami. The fae has become tired of the land and of it's
laws. She no longer wanted to feel like a fugitive that had to hide
from the heiarchy of the land. Though mingled in her mind. Simple
thoughts that occupied her time but soon she realized they have
been in flight for much too long.


The hours passed and day turned to a devilish night. Marahis felt
the coolness in the air as she snugged herself deeper into the nape
of her brother. The smell of salt and water filled her nostrils. Why
are we crossing the Ocean? she thought to herself. It was odd
but she did not say anything about it. She trusted her brother and
waited to see where he was to take her.


Sounds. At first mumbles and then the pondering Mara focused into
what the ivory beast and the blind fae were saying. Something
about that they must find land soon. Then a remark marked
towards Mara. A joke- from her brother. A small laughter escaped
her chasm. "Endy, I promise you that my birth will happen on land
and not on your back."


Thoughts began to cloud her mind agian. She looked over to her
belly and realized she is about due. Oh gosh. Her somewhat single
normal peaceful day are to be over. Now they are going to be
taken over by the pups that birth from her. She cringed slightly.
Mara definately didn't feel ready to be a mother. Not at her young
age. Not a single mother. maybe there still was hope that the father
would appear.


'Land.' She heard those words come from Amnesia. Ear suddenly
perked up as she looked over the shoulder of Endy to see if it was
true or not. It's true! her dragonic tail beat slightly in glee as she
was cramping up from laying in the same position for hours. But the
topography. Strange. Barely any light. and silence. The only sounds
came from the inhabitances. the strange birds in the trees.

[Monkey Monk]

Unbeknown to the small group that so wondrously soared
through the air, they were not alone. Far below them, flying as
close to the surface of the earth as one could manage, traveled
a lone creature. A beast of a most horrible sight to see. Black
and red pelt had been replaced by a beautiful mix of scales and
pelt. The later was the red streaks which sprouted forth from
between the oily black, diamond shaped protective layer. Long,
pearly fangs which glistened with saliva produced from beneath
black lips, curling backward toward the creature's jaw. Leathery,
black wings beat at the air making hardly a noise. Eyes of the
deepest of reds would look up occasionally to look at the
shadowy dots that were the ones he trailed. They held the
answers he sought, and he would not rest until he achieved him.

This creature was indeed the spitting image of his father. His
father who had been the brother to the maniacal Ryannkstu.
However this masculine knew nothing of his pedigree, which
was the very thing he sought answers to. Lately he had been
feeling different. His slumbers had been plagued with scenes of
battle and bloodshed. What surprised him most was the way he
found himself excited by these images. To a 'moral' creature they
would seem horrible sights. However to this brute such images
were beautiful to him. They seemed to well orchestrated,
sometimes causing him to imagine symphony music in tune with
the slaughterings. His mind was becoming sadistic, inheriting the
trait that seemed to take a hold of many of his family. However
he was only half of his father, and still was not as insane as his
paternal figure.

What made this creature easily recognized to any who knew him
before his final transformation was the items that he bore upon
his body. Wrapped around his neck was a sinister chain of ivory
fangs. The largest measured to be around six inches long and
bounced off his sinuous chest. His belief was that for each foe
he felled, he was to keep a piece of them. Keeping that piece
would pour forth their skill and power into himself. He was half
right in that belief. In keeping these trinkets he allowed himself
to become stronger. A dark, ancient magic caused him to take
his victims' very souls when he removed their fangs. Those souls
had a one time use with which he could drain the power. He had
of course yet to tap into the power of the largest fang which had
not come from one of his victims, but from his father.

The second of such items that he kept with him was a sword. It
was in the classic cross-hilt form, the pommel stone a tear-drop
ruby. The blade was left bare and shone brightly when light
cascaded upon it's surface. A pair of gouges were set into the
metal, telling the tale of when this mascu had entered a battle
and the sword had saved his life from what would have been a
fatal blow to his spinal column. The final thing that made his
identification easy was the mark he bore on his right foreleg. It
was cast into his very flesh, right down to the bone. The design
was made of gold, depicting a serpent curled about a sinister
dagger. Long ago this mark had meant death and torture to
those who looked upon it. It had been the mark of the Elite.
Now many bore it to signify that they were Defenders, but this
mascu simply kept it because it held magic that allowed him to
tell when his once-upon-a-time comrades were near.

A snort left from his nostrils as he too found that land was
approaching. The scent of sparse foliage and the stink of soil
contrasted with the salty air of the sea to which he had grown
accustomed to over the few hours. Slowly he flicked his scaled
and furred tail behind him, using it as a means to help steer
himself through the air. Those wings continued to flap slowly,
gracefully. Again his gaze darted up to the ones who followed
him. Last time he had been kind, peaceful in asking his
questions. However they had only treated him with malice and
generally ignored him. Not this time however. Oh no. He would
make sure they told him what he wanted to know. He would not
depart from their lives until his questions were answered.
DeathBlood was determined.

[Aveilthé]

It had been many long hours now, and silence fell over the
small cluster of pilgrims. Endymion didn't speak, but flew
in a graceful glide, pacified by the wind rustling his ears like
song. Oblivious to the perfectly round lavender moon in the
heavens, he'd soon realize that his whole body was envoloped
by a rich purple glow. He looked up. That moon...
It was a moon he had never seen before.
It made no difference to him, however; as callous as he was,
nothing seem to ever surprise his cold heart. It was obvious
by now that with what speed they possessed, they had
reached a far away, distant country, and rather chilly though it
was Spring.

His brows were furrowed as he busied himself with
his own private thoughts.

Amnesia soon snapped him out of his reverie. He looked around
at her with a cool gaze. Land was finally zipping on by beneath
them. Following her lead, he spiraled down after her. He tore
through the thick layer of cumulous clouds, escaping the last few
rays of the distant sun over the hundred hills yonder.
The bizarre moon also dissapeared momentarily as he parted
from the cloud. He cleared his eyes from the mist before hurtling
a bit gently to the earth. In no time at all, huge paws met with
land.

The first thing that Endymion had noticed about this land, was
that it was indeed a world he had never seen before. The grass
was silver in colour, and seem to catch the light from the moon
and thus glittered as the cold wind sauntered through them.
It was so strange. Dark trees tore high into the heavens, each
one of them bearing a deep and dark mystery of their own,
with intriguing noises that belonged to the creatures of the forest.
Nothing seemed too disturbed since their arival here.

Captivating rocks and boulders, of which were all an interesting
multi-coloured hue, jutted like ribs, curled and twisted in every
direction imaginable. They were lain up in scattered intervals.
In the far off distance, craggy canyons rose high, with
peculiar small winged creatures encircling them and calling out in
a hair-raising song.

He would lower himself, to allow Marahis to climb off of him.
Endymion was pleased with this territory. He was anxious
to take it. He would turn to his sister, and Amnesia.

"We will claim this land, then, as our very own territory,"
growled Endymion, "and rule this part of earth. We'll protect it,
and make our own laws - we will then be a rebel land, where
outside social order will be considered unnatural and disliked.
First I will decree, that we are all equal, and none will be ruled by
one or two Alphas - all will be Alphas! We have the right to be
ruled by ourselves, and not by one or two wolves."

[Felypsa]

Amnesia heard Endymion with Marahis land beside her, and waited while they examined the land. She could not see the mountainous terrain, the deep violet moon, or any of the other fantastic yet eerie scenery that adorned this new land. But she could feel the silence, the darkness, the cold…the tranquility. Yes, she thought to herself, This is the perfect place. Amnesia did not believe in a utopian land, but she understood this was the best they were going to get within the limits of imperfection.

As if he could sense her thoughts, Endymion began to speak, his decrees ringing out in the frigid, still air. She listened and approved of his reasoning. “Yes, let this be a land where all who who desire so will join,” she agreed. “But let me add to that first right, Endy. I decree that all creatures who wish to be a part of this territory must be able to love their own self-righteousness. Rationality over emotion. Sense over sensitivity. Let them be uninhibited by their feelings of incompetence and fear. Such foolish emotions will not be tolerated.” She nodded firmly. She would stand by her decree.

She twitched her ears and listened to the land as it rang with the echoes of their powerful words. The sounds of the decrees reverberated, as if the very trees and mountains were whispering the new commands to one another, accepting them and passing them on, excited by the news. She nodded in approval. Yes, this was a good place to be. She continued to listen, and heard Mara’s heavy breathing, and figured that their fellow was approaching labor very soon. She continued to listen, and heard that they were not as alone as they had originally imagined. Her nostrils flared and she caught the scent of a creature very similar to the one who had followed them around back at Shinkou. Yet it was different. Less distasteful than before. An encounter was imminent, so Amnesia refrained from mentioning his presence. They would meet when they would meet.

“Let this land be home to all who seek it,” she said softly. “Mara, your pups.”

[Relairah]

As the three would find this new and spectacular yet dark new land, and speak of it, lying down the rules that would follow, and even another soon to join their party coming, they perhaps would not know of someone else. Though Deathblood followed, seeking answers to his past, refusing to give up untill he got them, he wasn't the only one. Back, rather soon after they had first left the lands of Shinkou Ookami, did a traveler see Deathblood leaving. He had followed them, all the way since then, or rather, followed Deathblood, in curiosity of where the other was going. Who knew why he had just curiosity in the other's whereabouts, but he had.

This creature was no ordinary hellion or wolfen of any kind at all. His pelt was deep ebony in color, fur thick, giving more bulk to his appearance, and shimmering scales flowed down his chest and underbelly, also along his neck and high on his legs. Though it perhaps would only be seen by someone observant, deep in his neck, underneath his thick peltage of fur was a hideous looking scar, earned in a fierce battle of his past. His great wings that carried him were enormous in size. Sharp bones rse from his upper back, and sharply curving downward. Down from the bone was attached paper thin skin linking between each sharply pointed bone, claws gleaming off of each tip. Shreds dangled from the wings giving a ghostly appearance to them. The places where his wings connected with his flesh looked as though his wings sprouted through a terrible and painful process, the skin scabbed thickly, and ladden over with thinner fur that had grown there. From his neck dangled a large, metal viper's head, mouth opened and fangs showing sharply, upon the end of dark chains burried in his fur.

The beat of his wings was greatly droned out by the roar of the ocean waves below them, for he flew much lower than the ones far ahead of him, being as he was following Deathblood. Lime green eyes carrying deep, purple cat-like slits for pupils, glanced downward at the sea below him, then up at the one he followed. How long had they been flying like this? It didn't matter. He could fly for long periods of time, due to the build of his wings. He knew not of the other three that Deathblood was indeed following, but he would perhaps learn of them in due time. Yet, it seemed land would be coming nearer and nearer their paws quite soon...

[khoyote]

ooc; chirst of mally man! i spent a good 45 minutes typinf a glorious
post and when i click, it disppeared on me! so ya. this is the
cheaper version. sorry.




when the opportunity came the swollen ebony fae lept from the
ivory nape of her younger, but much older brother, to fall towards
the ground. Figure heaved to the silvery grass as her wight was to
the max.


Marahis fell silent for a while as opticals took their time to respond
and view the new territory they have come upon. She looked from
the silvery blades on the ground to the twisted multi-hued spiritual
rocks to the sky-high chanting, howling trees. Mara sensed that this
might be the new beginning she was looking for. It felt 'good'.


Traingular hearkens listened to the calim of the land her brother
made. and then to the first decree. she paused and re-examined
the words; memorizing them. then amnesia spoke the second
decree; just as important as the first. another pause. now mara felt
like it was her turn. she took the risk of walking out the furtest into
the silvery field with the twisted rocks. Each placement of her paw
was carefully debated over. When she got out 20 feet or so away
from the two others she turned around to face them both. "And let
me decree that we should all live in prosperity and abundance be
you a canine, dragon, hybrid or whatever creature. Let us not feel
hunger within our souls and stomachs." Words were powerful like
Endy's and Amne's.


She traveled back down the same path she made to the two
others. Head realed around to look at the sky- that lavender sky.
Oh how she adored the moon in this new home of theirs. She has
never seen something of this sort. Hearkens fell back when words
were directed tpwards her. Soft emerald opticals looked at Amnesia
as she spoke of her pups. Marahis knew the time was drawing
near. Why she knew it because of all the contractions she has been
feeling for a bit now. "I guess I should seek out a den of some sort
to birth and take care of my babies." Words were soft and subtle. A
hint of fright hidden within them. Being a new mother scared her..

[Monkey Monk]

Rocks crunched under heavy paws as the abomination landed.
For now, he decided to crouch within the shadows (which were
after all abundant) and wait for his opportunity. Deep red irises
shrunk as his black pupils grew in order to take in more of the
sparse light so essential to the sense of sight. The mascu did
nothing to disguise his landing, not paying attention to the
fangs that clattered around his neck with the slight force of
touching ground. Indeed this terrain was interesting to him,
giving one of his mindset the sort of comfort and fulfillment. If it
wasn't so far away from that of which he was interested in, he
might have considered staying. Yet he knew he couldn't nor
wouldn't want to in the end. To him these lands were
interesting, but they were also too bare, too isolated, too dark
even.

In complete silence this barbaric creature listened to the other.
He had expected the monologues each creature put out, having
watched their bodies prepare for the act of speech. Hearing the
decrees they put forth caused his black lips to lift into a smirk.
Oh how ignorant these beasts before him must be. Even he had
enough knowledge of human society to place the proper name
on the government they were setting forth, communism. Indeed,
it was a great plan when in the minds of the planners. However
no matter how many devices they would put up to prevent it's
demise, such ruler-ship would not last and would cause these
lands to become a chaotic scene. Now that was what this place
needed. Friends slaughtering friends, family backstabbing family.
Perhaps he would come back later after he had done what he
needed to just to watch the fun.

As he thought about these things, DeathBlood noticed two
things. The first was the changes his mind had succumb to. He
felt more free, more in charge of his own body and mind. The
creature knew that just a year ago he might have been appalled
by the way that he was viewing such things. It made him have
to suppress a chuckle, thinking of how he had been that is. Even
though he liked the way he had changed, he still did not let
himself lull into a state of stupidity. That would not do at all. The
second thing that he noticed was a creature nearby, not one of
the three he had been following. Earlier he had caught the
scent, but had dismissed it as nothing. Just because the
creature, who ever they were, had followed him didn't make
them a threat. However one thing that was pressing upon him
was that the same wind which had carried his little message
would also deliver his scent to the group. Time to make his
appearance.

With that, DeathBlood approached with a lazy pace. His paws fell
heavily onto the earth, elongated claws gouging the dirt. Oh
how he resembled his father. The spitting image of that bastard
beast. Right down to the way that the deep red fur tufted out
from around the black scales in a slapdash way. A deep chuckle
resonated forth from the beasts chest cavity. It was chilling,
cold. The sound might even be familiar to the three he now
approached, being similar to any who resided within his
pedigree. Soon his lips parted to let that chuckle mutate into an
outright laugh. What was it he found so funny again? Oh yes,
the ideals and laws they had just instated. Still, he shouldn't let
them know why he found it all so amusing. That might ruin his
fun for later.

It wasn't long before the beast was in full sight of the group. He
did nothing to hide his body, having attained a sort of pride to
his new form. Never before had he been so strong, so quick, and
so aware. It was as if before he had been boxed in to a certain
part of his potential and now he could access any of the power
he had within on his discretion. Slowly those ivory, long fangs of
his were once more partially covered with his lips. For some time
he let them gaze upon him, however not with an arrogant pride.
He may like his new form and abilities, but he knew that hardly
made him any better of a warrior. All he had now were more
toys to use. At last he began to let his voice loose. Noises built
up in his breast and shot up into his throat. When they passed
his lips, his voice had changed as well. It's tune was fluid, sly,
warm, alluring, and startling all rolled into one. "Hey kids, guess
who's back."

OOC: Ouch that sucks Lettuce. This post only took ten minutes but I plan my posts in my head. ^_^

[Aveilthé]

A nod of calm approval was given to Amnesia, and then
Marahis's laws. "And it will be so. There should be
no reason that the future..." For want of better word,
Endymion hesitated for a split second. "...tribe,
will be corrupt. Our laws are flawless, and our land
will flourish the way we want it to. We shall be
leader figures, as The Founders; but nothing more."

Endymion was pleased. It was another feeling that he
controlled - a feeling that he permitted himself
to be released. With that, he trotted over to a
large, rather flat surface of a rock, and claimed
it for his own bed. It fit nicely for his statuesque
size. "Let it be, then, the Tribe of Tribes. The
First. Mara, may your pups be... blessed."

Some may find it odd to see that Endymion had not
burned anything that was near to him. His hard heart lightened
a bit now that things were going his way. There was no need
to destroy things that were in his path. That was good enough
for this peculiar land he found so endearing.

It was at that moment that the unwelcome stench of a
certain cretin became mighty powerful.
For a while, Endymion didn't say anything to Amnesia.
Though he thought that now that they were to live
together, just the three of them; and soon to be more
in the company, trust was tight and strong in the
group now. Perhaps with Amnesia's strong sense of
smell, she may have all ready sniffed Deathblood's
unwelcome stink in what used to be a clear air.
Finally, as the sound of Deathblood's
chuckle was heard, Endymion replied in a very relaxed,
though borne from a frosty tone.

"Oh, you're not all that," snorted Endymion
as he turned his head to face Deathblood from his
perch on his flat rock that shimmered even beneath
his unwavering shadow. Having sharp ears,
he undoubtedly heard it. One must remember, that
he had wolf blood, and wolves can hear far better than
men. So a question as to why Endymion, or Marahis
and Amnesia could have heard it, would have been a
foolish question indeed.

What was decreed was what it became. They were not
humans. Deathblood should know better than to mock
them for what he doesn't understand. Foolish
Deathblood. If Endymion had known what went through
Deathblood's mind, he would retaliate just as
sardonicly. Deathblood doesn't know, that Endymion
can rival his knowledge of this world and the next.
Endymion was ambitious, always, and made it his goal
to know everything as much as possible.

Endymion was tired of Deathblood's presence. That
imbecile... Seeing and hearing Deathblood's pretend
of acting like the Big-And-Bad-Wolf-Watch-Out-I'ma-
Kill-You-Now was getting old.

"What are you trying to prove to us?" said he, back to
his deep, drawling voice. In another reply to
Deathblood's impertinent statement, he'd lash out
with his voice, without waiting for a reply.
"Awefully audacious of you to call us kids.
I'm shaking in my big, fluffy paws." Endymion looked at
Deathblood callously, his long ears standing erect
as if politely waiting for his response. He was
imperturbable.

[Felypsa]

“You need not be afraid of what is natural, Marahis,” Amnesia spoke softly to the soon-to-be mother, somehow sensing the other’s anxiety. “Nature will take its course. You will know what to do, and do it well.” She softened her voice to make her words comforting, reassuring.

Her attention was needed elsewhere, though. The stench of DeathBlood came nearer and nearer, and now Amnesia could even hear him. Nor was she alone. Obviously Endymion had also sensed the intruder, especially when DeathBlood let out a low, vile chuckle. Amnesia could feel the amusement and derision emanating from DeathBlood’s demeanor. She could not see his new form, but she heard the difference in his biorhythms.

Apparently DeathBlood thought that their new laws were ridiculous. Idealistic, without a hint of reality. Ambition, greed, selfishness…all those natural emotions would get in the way of the imagined utopia. Amnesia snorted. “Emotion,” she said. “It kills everything.” She had plans of her own; for each creature that came in hopes to join this First Tribe, she would go through their mind (if they allowed) and eliminate all excessive passions and interfering emotions. Gone with ambition. Gone with greed. Gone with selfishness. She would have none of it. All creatures were better off without them.

“Endy, do not get so temperamental,” Amnesia warned. “DeathBlood is bitter, and seeks entertainment and superiority to make up for what he has been denied in the past. There is a reason he has followed us, and it is not to mock our plans for the future. So.” She twitched her ears in DeathBlood’s direction, her way of fixing him with a steady gaze. “There is a way to get what you seek,” she remarked. “If indeed the insatiable need for knowledge of the past and the vow of vengeance still drive you. You must understand, however, that something must always be sacrificed to get what you want.”

Amnesia was a master of the mind. She knew its many secrets and intricate folds. She did not feign omniscience, however. If ever she was wrong, she would accept it and learn from her mistake. The mind was a slippery thing, impossible to interpret correctly every time.

[khoyote]

that soft jingle of metal objects clanking agianst each other. mara at
first couldn't pin point it but then it came to her. deathblood. how
the bastard found this new place, she did not know nor did she feel
like figuring the mystery now. lobes quivered slightly as she
listened to where the sounds came from. then she spotted the dark
figure looming towards them.


oh, she felt her blood starting to boil. how she despised the
defenders; traitors or not. one would remeber how she acted when
she first saw deathblood. not in the best of manners. if she could
she would love to rip the jugular right from her neck. she snorted
slightly as the cocky deathblood spoke with an 'all-high-and-mighty'
tone of voice. "Hold your tongue deathblood unless you feel like
losing it." low and mighty snarls escaped her chasm. figured sensed
that yet another was approaching. "Who have you brought
alongside with you this time you bilious pigeon?" She remarked the
other canine beast that was following Deathblood when in air.


thoughts came to her mind. she had to find a den immediately. she
could feel that her contractions were getting heavier and heavier
and giving birth in the open plains was something of no good. so
while Amnesia and Endymion seemed to be speaking to the
notorious Deathblood and making their own smart remarks, Mara
simply wandered into the un-marked territory. one would say it is
stupid of her to be wandering, pregnant, in uncharted land but
mara could rally care less.


the lithe figure with the buldging belly seemed to have gone far into
the silvery field. her eyes seemed to glow some more with each
step she took as if this place held some ethereal power. opticals
darted from side to side looking fr a den- none. maybe a crevice-
none. and definately no nooks and crannies. she paniced for a slight
second when she entered the taller grassy area. deep breathe in;
the fae sat down with legs splayed trying to be comfortable. nape
arched to the aky as she looked to the now darker moon. and
beside that main moon where the two other ones.


figure seemed to limp over and collapse to the ground as frame fell
upon the soft silvery grasses. could it be that this is where she is
birth, before the great Moons in the sky?


ooc; so i don't know whether it's my turn to post or not, so i did
anyways. it's not really important anyways.

[Monkey Monk]

Again the beast began to chuckle, amused by the reactions the
others had given his arrival. Lazily he leaned to one side, gazing
at the group with a slight quirk in the way he held his head.
When he spoke, his voice was full of obvious enjoyment at what
was going on. "Listen to yourselves. So assumptious as to my
intentions and emotions. Bitter you say? Oh I am far from bitter.
Is it bitter for one to have a healthy thirst for knowledge? Now it
is bitter to greet a guest in such a way. No manners at all
among the three of you. Do you think I am insulted by your
mocking? Bah. If you do, you are only insulting yourselves.
However, I will disclose one things to you all. I would rather
appreciate the information I desire. I know at least one of you
has to know something. It is more likely to be a bit of knowledge
that you have heard more than what you have seen.." With
those words his crimson eyes fell upon Amnesia.

With a slight snort, he straightened his figure and once more
began to approach with that lazy pace. For a moment he gazed
to Marahis who walked off. He knew what was going on. After
all, he could understand scents and he had already known she
was pregnant. DeathBlood was tempted to follow her, to
perhaps instill a little anger into her companions. After all, when
a comrade was in danger things tended to slip out. However he
did not. Why? His morals of course. He was a proud warrior, one
who would not stoop to the level of threatening a female who
bore children. It was an atrocious deed to threaten the lives of
young, that instinct going all the way back to the beginning of
the canis lupus breed.

What brought his attention back was the question posed about
his little follower. The question Marahis had voiced earlier and
just now he found the need to process within the inner workings
of his mind. It was after all a good question, one he did not
know the answer to. Yet there were more pressing matters on
hand, such as the need to get his desired information. More
than likely the creature who had followed him either sought
revenge or power. Such creatures he was used to, having
fended them off countless times. Upstart assassins and warriors
always seemed to find a way to track him down. It was
understandable after all. He had fame as an excellent tutor and
even more for his chain of fangs, the one fabled to give him all
his power. Such rumors were incorrect of course.

Again he brought his gaze to fall on Amnesia, deciding that
Endymion could wait for attention. Perhaps he would outright
ignore the other mascu, anger him into trying to rid DeathBlood
by giving the information he desired. When he truly heard
Amnesia's offer, a smirk formed on his lips. The femmora had
taken a dangerous move. She allowed him to know the
information he desired was within grasp, and he would stop at
nothing to get it. For a moment he contemplated grabbing that
blind creature and running off to a place where he could torture
the words he so hungered for from her lips. Yet how much fun
would that be? Besides, he would loose the opportunity to
witness whatever power this creature held. For he had no doubt
she wished to use her abilities on him.

His black lips raised up to reveal his ivory fangs which so
profusely glistened with saliva. Such and expression was not a
snarl or one of malice, but what could resemble a grin. When he
spoke, his words were a bluff but one that was nearly
impossible to detect. "I understand the rule of which you state.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and all
that bull shit. I'll make you a deal. Tell me what I want or else
young blood will paint these lands and I will have new fangs for
my collection." There was a pause as he gave a look of
contemplation, giving the impression he was tossing an idea
about. This was all a planned scheme, one he had formed in but
a few moments. "However, if you will simply tell me what I want
to know, I will be gone from your lives forever. Never again will
you have to endure seeing me or hearing my voice. You can live
here in these queer lands with your people and I will be off to
continue my quest."

[Aveilthé]

"Are you deaf?" grunted Endymion dryly. "You're not all that.
So quit acting like you are. If you want to actually get along with
people, drop the stupid intimidation act. You're making the grass
uncomfortable. I find that being a little more friendly can get
along well with most people. If you can't control your cockiness,
then there's no reason to be here, because I have zero
tollerance for it. As for whatever you want, go ahead and ask
then while we're still young. If you so desire... manners from
us, then try being a little more respectful instead of marching in
out of the clear blue and calling us kids."

[Felypsa]

Amnesia sat and listened to DeathBlood’s retaliations, unamused, unimpressed, unmoved, and unoffended. Her senses were reaching out and telling her all kinds of information. She smelled the sweat and blood of Marahis, not far away, about to give birth. She felt Endy bristle at DeathBlood’s confident words. All the while she heard and took in the sense of DeathBlood’s deal. She tilted her head to the side.

“I am not sure you understand what you are getting yourself into,” Amnesia said slowly. “It is not a matter of my simply telling you. I do not know the information which you seek so savagely. You do.” She paused and waited for those words to sink it before going on. “My only part in this is to extract the information from the depths of your mind. I’ll need your willing participation.” She did not tell him that the process was, more often than not, quite painful. If he wanted the information as badly as he claimed to, he would not mind. Plus, if there was pain, it would be his punishment for threatening Mara and her pups. Amnesia may be unemotional, but she was at the very least loyal.

“Relax, Endy,” Amnesia said softly. “He will be gone soon enough. So. Do you accept?” she addressed this last to DeathBlood himself.