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Age: Wolf: 21 :: BPS: 33Species: Canus
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He Spoke to Me in Madness and I understood His Reason
#1



He woke to the flap of raven wings.  As conscious revived the fluctuations in the air continued to waver, trickery on his ears as they trained themselves on an elelment no longer present. His breath grew still, the beat of his heart even and quiet as he listened. yes, he could still hear the motions of flight, though the distance was great enough that another few moments returned to him the songs of the summer night. His head tilted.  Am I too close to the dreamscape to trust my ears?  A mad smile lingered on his lips, unbeknowest to the wolf as he continued to consider the former minutes, the possible sources and their meanings.  He did not give these considerations a voice, barely acknolwedged their growing presence upon his mind, before allowing them to continue, unfettered.  A voracious sense of hope flickered in him, a stimulation of lime green electricity.  Jackal laughed to himself with a sweep of his tail and stretched his legs with a spread of his toes.

The tantalizing scent of leaking crimson sap was an intoxicating lull to his senses. He breathed deep, once more letting his nose explore the western zyphers, listening to ancient trees groan in their dance with aerial elements.  This territory was a feast of stimulation. The wolf spent the past few eves roaming through the spacious and expansive forest.  Enjoyig the leisured exploratio of flora and fauna eager to claim thier home amongst the elms.  You will take your disciples and claim a territory, wherever you may well choose... The echo of Essence and their call to his soul continued to guide him through the black.

If he were to claim a home for he and those who bothered to follow, this grotesque abundance would be his only choice.  The perfume could easily mask scents, while still allowing him an advantage with his own acute sense of smell.  Shelter, water, expanse - these requirements would be enough to ease his wanderlust for a time, until he was satisfied in the foundation he was preparing to construct.  Ah, consider not that time, lest we upturn seeds too early.  He tended to the orange heat of his Lantern, returning to his speculations. Asun Nine.


Jâç-Astor Vur, Son of VAGRANT and EL Rue

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@Morgana

Jackal possesses the Unicorn's Tear. He is able to heal any wound but his own.
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#2


Pyrite-iron handle shrilled in movement clasped between canine jowls while white flame danced in jovial motion, gratuitous to be held with in handlers grasp. Indigo-wax never melting thought candle always burning still: in guiding light, its flame directing this way and that. Pupilless nickel-silver eyes furrowed within brow, befuddled by Envy’s excitement and impatience, pegging wolf and tiger onward. Whispers galloped through brush and bramble tickling muted plum ears forcing them to swivel forward to acknowledge wraith and ghoul sound. Louder and louder theses noises became and the harder she felt her heart began to pound. What is this…? her mind in question, eyes began to search in relentless candor while remaining in motion. Black-indigo eyes of tiger beast companion watched in queued speculation, rounded ears rolled forward as his gait began to slow, in attempt to predict the maidens movements. She seemed frantic and suddenly strung with paranoia. This was unsettling and more like the ghost witch whom neither had encountered in some time.  "Listen-.. Black paws came to a sudden halt, breathy gasp  withdrew from her lips while lantern remained upon lower jaw.  Confusion settled on the tigers expression, hardened and discerned. What was he to listen for? All he could hear were the sounds of the birds and the movement of leaves dancing with the tango of the wind as they jostled upon their branch.  "Do you hear them? She seemed frantic and the tiger seemed at a loss of understanding. Envy light pitched its fit, flame bustled upon its wick as it persisted to move onward. 

“Morgäna--” the tiger grunted, brows furrowed with a hardened stare. Lantern fell from her lips in sudden drop, feline tail pivoted to catch pyrite gift, as the woman began to buckle to the ground. Ringing pain throbbed her skull, saliva drooled out of stress and anxiety and confusion. Brief electrical current ignited around her in sporadic dance before quickly dissipating just as it appeared.  "I don’t….! she gasped, Hallucination tore her attention, almost as if she did not realize feline and lantern companion still remained,  entities surrounded in bypass, shapeless faces and distorted bodies and their voices echoed back and forth with no direct spoken word. As unseen beasts neared she’d lash out to nothing, tiger ducked his head to evade her slap as he’d felt one too many times in the past. Dark, scarred lips pressed together as he moved his thick agile body to swerve and to come from behind and wrap his large forelimbs around her in a tight embrace. He’d only done this when night terrors plagued her sleep: perhaps this could’ve been a similar situation?  "Do you hear them? she repeated in trembling voice, body shook though the tiger refused to release her.  

“No, I’m sorry.” he answered finally. “I do not.” Lantern light continued its tantrum before it let it self out in a fit. It would ignite later when it felt just to do so as it hated to be ignored. 
   "!" 


fffffff~  bare with me LOL its been awhile. 
@Jackal

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He Spoke to Me in Madness and I understood His Reason
#3



I don't...

Hushed question and the echo of motion turned his nose to the east.  Ears focused and sought further inclination of her location.  Morgäna. His adopted daughter.  His first Vagari.  His extended headache.  The wolf grinned his humor, snatched his Lantern from between roots, and followed the faint clamor.  Fragrance surrounded him.  The pungent perfume of elm sap combined with her fragrance of anxiety and nightshade, a thrill in every breath.  He wove through spacious trees, testing directions as he continued to follow the trail of pulm haze. 

do you hear them?
Exasperated question hissed through clenched teeth.  His hackles stood on end from the detail.  She was already over an edge, falling into darkness.  Her mind succumbed to a stretch of madness. Jackal's gait increased, attention momentarily consumed in processing every potential step, toes scraping tree root and stone .  Despite the forming bruises from the roots he was unable to evade, he refused to ease his pace.  Her scent was in bloom, mingled in feline musk.  Curiosity smothered his breath. 

He halted when Misery's heat stung his chest.  Morgäna scuffled through dirt.  Her tiger stepped to the side, his motion a whisper compared to the erratic gestures of his companion.  Jackal inhaled another smile, soaking up the intracies of this blessed scenerio.  Can it be, another opportunity to witness Syndrome transformation at its birth? Shivers massaged him. Then it is true. I must learn all possible.

Who is there, Morgäna?


Jâç-Astor Vur, Son of VAGRANT and EL Rue

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@Okie

Jackal possesses the Unicorn's Tear. He is able to heal any wound but his own.
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#4


There was fever burning her flesh which brushed against white hairs of tiger knight flesh. His brow creased with worry as she trembled in her step. It was very uncharacteristic of her to appear so … distressed. Her heart beat rapidly against her chest like a constant beat, demanding to break through the cage which concealed the rest of vital organs. This pain she felt – it was a pain which seemed to feel far worse than what she had endured during the war. Her body felt as if it were on fire and her head was throbbing. Mental strings were tugged as images formed and moving in every incoherent direction.  Structure of body did not resemble her kind as flesh tore through the thick sanctuary of wolfish flesh.  Sound swelled in a cluster forcing her ears to fold against dark muted plum skull in the efforts to drown out the cacophony in an effortless attempt.  Her breathing heaved in laboring breaths as white talons dug into loamy soils. A surge of an electrical current forced the tiger to release the maiden in a growling retort as he receded from her.  Constant energy flowed through though in unstable bouts. Head hung between shoulders and amethyst gem tied in black hide-strings dangled around her neck in small fluctuating sparks.  Who is there, Morgana?  A familiar voice came amongst the noise. 

Rounded ears of tiger beast churned as his head followed the familiar sound and reprieve only just barely relaxed his scarred muzzle. There was still a boundless amount of concern for the woman dreading upon his shoulders as he looked to the blind man lesser than surprised but uncertainty of his being there. Alabaster eyes of the muted plum woman had been the only movement she would give. Rigid and firm in her place, feeling the inability to move from where she stood in fear of the pain only increasing as she remained there. "Noise. her voice raspy in trembling breath. There was another electrical current as it rolled along her spine before it quickly dissipated. Scarlet drizzled from her raven noses while her attention seemed to deter from one occurrence after another as if there were several events taking place all at once. The world seemed to slow and her air felt thick with rigid tension. Tiger breathed an aggravated, impatient sigh. Tail thumped irately against the ground with struggling uncertainty. There was a helplessness about this situation in which he could only assume there was little he could do.  Black indigo eyes veered towards the blind man with stipulation, assuming by his curiosity that this was not the first encounter. 

It felt uncomfortable just standing there by her side in silence while she struggled through whatever this was happening. He could see her fight it and her own discomfort bled evidently on her black face.  "There is too much pain. she muttered finally as a droplet of blood splashed against loamy soils. Another spark reached out and she shifted intentionally to miss the blind vagabond having no means of hostility. She did struggle with its direction and its spontaneous flares. 

   "!" 


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