Endymion, Marahis, and Amnesia - Orsa Tribus

[khoyote]

hey there loves. i'm sorry for not replying fast. i was gone from June 11th and just got back yesterday. I was away in Kentucky doing service at an organization called HOMES. And the week before that i was preparing for the trip.

I was wondering whether Hikaru is still part of the plot or not annnnd..... then give me a couple more days and i'll be able to post up a monster of a post. (believe me)

[Aveilthé]

OOC: Khoyote-chan! *Glomphugnibble* Well I'm glad you're back, doll. Hikaru's taking a vacation here in Texas at the moment, she won't be back until Summer Vacation's over. ^-^

[khoyote]

ooc; so it's okay to keep going with the plot? alrighty then. i'll get to work on my post asap. and sorry about the delay once more.

[Aveilthé]

OOC: Oh yeah, it's okay to keep going.

[Felypsa]

oOc| interjection: OMG Khoyote, you did HOMES in Kentucky too? My church group did that last year. For a week at the end of June. I didn't go because those church kids annoy me, but my dad went as a chaperone. They went to Neon, Kentucky and they had a great time. That's great. Good for you! xD

[khoyote]

ftw!?! I went to neon, Kentucky tooooo!! it was amazing and awesome!. My school sends down a group of 42 to Neon and we do wonderful stuff. it was glorious! and i have a farmers tan. haha.

[Felypsa]

oOc| haha, ftw. Yeah, I guess Neon just needs a lot of work My dad had a great time too, although it was a much smaller group than 42. lol nice job with the tan. my dad doesn't tan, he's wicked white lol

[khoyote]

so it was time. mara was to birth in the plain of tall silver grass
before orsa tribus moons. it is not safe to borth in the open but she
had not other choice. so as her bulging frame laid across the grass
she looked with them glowing green optics of her to the moons
begging for a smooth delivery and safety over her new pups that
are to come. mara was scared. she doesn't know what to do or how
many she'll birth. body curled up into a fetal position slightly as
another contraction occured.


(now all the nasty delivery stuff would happen and i won't go into
details because it's gross. ick.)


inhale.exhale.inhale.exhale. breathe mara. tongue rolled out
from her sleak orifice as she lifted her body slightly to look at her
new pups. oh what a suprise. so many of them too! leather nares
quickly sniffed over each one; counting in her head. one, two,
three... all the way to seven. seven puppies. oh dear. this was a
massive pregnancy. what joy! a smile formed along her muzzle as
she neared each pup to coo them and hear their squeaks. light
nudged and soft laps only to bring sudden grief to her heart.


like everything else in her life, whenever there would be joy
alongside would be disaster. from the seven whelps born only two
were moving. the other five were completely still. cold. they had no
chance. mara fell silent as she nudged them to see if this was really
happening. was it her anger before in the woods that caused their
death or was it the fact that her birth was so delayed. maybe it
was just suppose to happen. maybe the moons decided that those
weren't to live. mara accepted after a few moments. she did not
mourn and nor did she cry. she had to accept it and make sure the
two other pups of her were to survive.


like a good mother, she moved the limp whelps aside for her to
clean up at a latter time. she diverted her attention towards the
two that lived. what an odd position the two were laying in. they
sort of looked like the ying-yang symbol circle. one was the color of
soft creamy yellow. an adorable soft pastel. the other was a rich,
almost black, navy color that had that blue shine to it. both had the
dragonc feathered tail like mara. and then. mara froze slightly
when she saw the front paws of both. each seemed to have
gryphon like fore-paws up to the wrist of opposite colors. mara
couldn't worry about that now.


she moved the two sisters to her belly so they could suckle and eat.
mara for now was doing good for a first time mother. a soothing
calmness overtook her as she became a mother. it was quite
adorable and unbelieveable at the same time. she kept a close
watch over the two girls. they maybe not be identical twins but they
were paternal. something was special about them that only time
would tell what it was.

[Monkey Monk]

Slowly Deathblood looked over to Endymion, giving him a rather
reproachful look. His early demeanor of serenity and good
nature was quickly dissipating. Now an anger was boiling up
within his breast like a vile stew. It began to simmer until it
flowed past his lips in rather venomous and spiteful words. "Run
along boy and go tend to your sister. I smell both life and
death in the air. It seems she gave birth to both the animous
and the still. Now go. Leave us." With that he looked back to
Amnesia with his deep red eyes. For a moment he seemed to be
contemplating her offer, but he had already made his decision.
Slowly he nodded his head before pointing it to the ground. It
was in that position that he awaited her magics to be performed.

If Amnesia did indeed succeed in tapping in to his mind, an
onslought of vivid, gory images would flash by in quick
succesion. Battle upon battle appeared, slowly rewinding
through his life. The first was the battle between him and
Taggerung which had taken place at Shinkou Ookami. Then
there was an image of much younger him nuzzling a female
affectionately atop a mountain, however that memory would be
brief. Suddenly, the memory that was being searched for would
appear. A very young Deathblood was crouched in a den by
himself. Voices would be heard outside. One would be
completely strange to Amnesia and one she might recognize.
Suddenly the sounds of a fight could be heard, causing the pup
Deathblood to cringe. The fighting was brief and soon
Deathblood was walking outside to see if his father was alright.
The mascu would be dead on the ground, blood seeping from
him into a pool. The child DeathBlood would not cry out but
would state apathetically at his father's corpse. Suddenly he
would look up in time just enough to see the killer leaving.
Seeing who it was may or may not shock Amnesia. Yet the
murderer was none other than....

OOC: Tune in next time folks for another episode of DeathBlood's
life! HAHA! JK Sorry, I couldn't resist. Ok I'll tell you.

BIC:

...Ryannkstu.

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(ooc: hey kids, mind if I join and post??? )

[khoyote]

you're more than welcome to with me. i hope it's okay with the rest of the bunch.

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It had taken forever to get here. This strange new land, with the shadows that twisted the sky and that moon... purple. Such a strange color! The air was colder than Shinkou Ookami's familiar climate, but that frosty bite was familiar. Somehow, Skov knew he'd been in a land similiar to this, sometime in that blurry past of his...

Cinnamon red paws swished through the grasses, carrying his four and a half foot tall body further into the territory. Ruff of feathery cream wrapped aorund his neck, giving him the appearance of some sort of hawk-like creature. Huge wings that might have belonged to an eagle sprouted from his back, barred in crisp black stripes.

Mahogany orbs narrowed as the scent of other creatures flew to him on the wind. A dark smell, and two others that seemed neutral. Skov shifted his path away from them, wanting to avoid contact with strangers. As he did so, another smell caught his attention.

Warm brown eyes blinked. Marahis? Surely that was the same smell... but he had met he wolfess a while ago, and hadn't seen her since... Curiosity itched at him like a mosquito, but caution held him back. For a moment. Breaking free of fear, the large brute trod swiftly in the female's general direction.

There... curled amongst the silver grasses lay her familiar shape. She seemed to be in distress of some kind. Because he didn't know her that well, Skov kept his distance, circling so that she may ormay not catch his scent and give her fair warning of his presence...

[Aveilthé]

A sigh escaped through his flared nostrils. Slowly, he stood up,
his long tail winding about like an unrestrained spring.
Before Deathblood had a chance to think, let alone speak,
or even allow Amnesia to look into his thoughts, Endymion
was looking down and staring hard into the wolf's eyes, like
an angered teacher would a student that had impudently
interrupted the class.

"You're doing well on pissing me off, boy," he reprimanded,
"so unless you don't want to lose some limbs and a tongue,
keep that nasty, squirming, spit-filled tongue to yourself
or I'll rip it out and use it to hang you by your neck from the
nearest tree. If not that, then I'll do my best to cause you
eternal hell."

With that, Endymion stepped to the right some, and walked
forward laterally, trying hard to push Deathblood out of his way
with his bulking hardcore shoulder. And to add more salt
to the wound, Endymion would also try to aggrivate Deathblood
by swinging his long serpentine tail in his face. Soon the large
albino walked away, but only to relax his anger upon another
flat boulder. As soon as he found one, he already seemed
quite complacent, but perhaps he was simply impassive once
again, devoid of any emotion. He stretched out, and shook his
head roughly, the many curly extravagant white hairs billowing
like a dream.

As he watched the two silent wolves, he spoke to himself,
"Oh God, I hate wolves that lack intelligence." Soon he
thought about Marahis. He'll visit her later. Right now he didn't
feel like socializing with her and oggling at ugly pink puppies
and pretending to like them.

[Felypsa]

Amnesia waited patiently while Endymion worked his anger out on DeathBlood, listening to the scene apathetically. She should have figured Endy couldn’t hold in his intolerance for long. DeathBlood might have overstepped his boundaries by challenging Ryannkstu’s son. Whether or not DeathBlood’s insults were justified, it was foolishness on his part to go take it so far. Let him think it was bravado, let him feel cocky for it, but Amnesia knew it for what it was. Rationality had to rule one’s actions as well as one’s mind. It was not enough to think reasonably, but to act reasonably, and if the reasonable thing to do was to keep the reasonable thoughts to oneself…that is what one must do.

That aside, Amnesia stepped up to DeathBlood. She would merciless; when did anything resembling mercy ever grace her soul? She gathered her internal power and shaped it into the familiar probe, sharp and penetrating like a drill. DeathBlood’s mind would be as hard as rock, even if he opened it willingly to her. She therefore had to make sure her tools were sufficient enough to get to the heart of the matter. Amnesia, Master of Memory and Mind, dug her mental probe deep into DeathBlood’s mind, seeking, searching, sinking deep. It had to hurt, such a sharp weapon digging into one’s brain. Amnesia would be very surprised if DeathBlood felt no pain.

But now it was as if a wall of mist was before her, constantly shifting and changing colors. When she was within someone else’s mind, she could “see” through their eyes. Now she was using DeathBlood’s eyes to “see” everything. As Amnesia dug deeper, the colors and shapes solidified into scenes, memories. She flipped dismissively past all the unimportant ones. She saw and discarded the fierce battle with Taggerung, she saw and discarded his rendezvous with his lover…all these things DeathBlood could consciously recollect. She did not want the conscious memories. She wanted the memories that one could not recall on one’s own. She went back into time, as the memory-DeathBlood became younger and younger, until at least she transcended conscious memory and had stepped into the realm of youthful unawareness.

There he was, DeathBlood’s murdered father. And the murderer, just leaving. Amnesia looked through young DeathBlood’s eyes, and was able to see and recognize the figure who had just turned away. She was not surprised in the slightest; in fact, she had almost been expecting it. Ryannkstu. The only one she knew capable of such a bloody killing. From the looks of it, he killed DeathBlood’s father in the messiest way possible. The only thing that surprised Amnesia was that Ryann left DeathBlood behind. She expected him to attack DeathBlood as well. But DeathBlood survived…to burn in revenge and hatred for the rest of his life, until now, this climax.

She was struck with some curiosity as to why Ryannkstu killed DeathBlood’s father, but knew she wouldn’t be able to find out by probing DeathBlood’s limited memories. Besides, she had agreed to tell DeathBlood who killed his father, and that was the extent of the deal. Amnesia pulled out of his mind, a process nearly as painful as the entrance. Once she was out, she was blind once more. She stood there, ears erect, nose alert, as ever, and addressed DeathBlood.

“I assume you saw. Or do I have to tell you?”

[khoyote]

marahis stayed silent as her emerald opticals kept watch over the
small puppies of her own that stayed near her frame for food and
warmth. she felt confused slightly and at the same time, love. but
she still didn't know what to do.


lobes lurched back when she heard the sound of her brother's voice
yelling at the bold Deathblood. oooo, that boy needs to learn to
hold his tongue sometimes. she felt her blood bubble for second
when she thought about that wolf. she rolled her eyes slightly still
listening to what was going on in her surroundings. the sounds of
her brother wandering off for the time being.


dial arched to the night sky to look at the moons and catch the air
about her. a new scent. wait.. she didnt like where this is going. the
scent was strong meaning the other must of have been close.
weak maternal figure stood up as she nudged the two whelps near
each other and she hovered her figure above them. back arched
slightly as orifice wrinkled muchly at the figure in the not so far
distance. low warning snarls and growls were sent his way. it
seems rather normal for a new mother to do such an act especially
when in new uncharted lands. that scent familiar but mara couldn't
put her finger on where she smelled it before. she decided it would
be best to not open up so easily. "Who are you?"