Changes have become too severe in Anikira, and the wolves have been temporarily relocated to the Anikiran Southern Isles. Things have grown dire and unlivable on the mainland; it was time for outside intervention. Please be sure to review the full update on the staff board for more information!
The current season is fall in the Southern Isles. Due to their proximity to the equator, the region is still warm. There is currently no breeding and no birthing amongst the wolves
Lichen felt a sense of relief come over her within the past couple of days. She was finally back home and the first wolf she had encountered had been Messoria. Although her best friend was severely emotionally damaged she hadn't changed one bit- and although Lichen would rather not be reunited with her on such ill terms she was happy nonetheless. Messoria would heal it would just take time and Lichen would be there to comfort her during the process. Today however she had made her way towards the swamps, mostly because she was tired of the bitter chill leaking through her bones. The swamps were the solitary place on Ina'mos that held the most warmth and although Lichen was made for cold weather she wanted to be comfortable. She had an ulterior motive as well- food. Lichen knew that the prey animals on Ina'mos also traveled to the swamps during colder times to not only stay warmer but to find better shelter. Today however someone would be unlucky because she was determined to catch a hefty pile of stoats to take back to the rest of the pack. It was her job to be a huntress in Kairos and she wanted to jump right back into the task. She wanted to prove that she was meant to belong among the ranks and would do whatever it took no matter how long it took for her to hunt. She stalked through the murky grass, mud kicking up on her legs despite her best effort to stay clean.
She moved forward quietly, her light green orbs glancing around her before she lowered her muzzle to the ground and inhaled. There was a scent that was quite strong, meaning that there was at least one or two stoats nearby. She proceeded to lower her body to the ground and trail forward as quietly as she could manage. She followed her nose until it led her towards a particularly murky area. Just a few feet ahead were a couple of stoats sun bathing. Lichen instantly flattened her body against the ground, her eyes fixed on the prey. She couldn't miss this opportunity. Before they could catch her scent on the breeze she lurched forward, her legs taking up the ground as quickly as they could manage. She pounced on both of them, her canines snapping down on the first one and then her paws capturing the second by it's tail before it could take off. The creature bit down on her right front paw, causing her to snarl and release it but she wouldn't give up that easily! She took off after it before pouncing once more, this time clamping her jaws down on the creature. She picked it up and carried it's limp body back to the other stoat she had caught. The coppery taste of blood was thick in her maw causing her stomach to growl furiously but her own hunger could wait. She sat on her haunches then but lifted her head high when she heard what sounded like someone approaching. Can I help you? She called out, waiting for the stranger to show themselves.
notes: here ya go! <3 tagged:Emerald word count: 543 status: complete.
It was not just the pain any more. Now there was something festering inside of her, an illness, a physical one, in her broken body, not just this gnawing chest pain or numbing mind emptiness. It was her entire goddamned body, entire dishevelled being, coughs racking the frail mechanism, breath raspy and croaky. It was a physical infestation just as much as a mental one now, and it would be the end of her—she just knew it.
So why was she not happy? The end, was that not what she had yearned for actively? She had, subconsciously, yearned for this since... She did not know. Was it since her siblings' deaths? Father leaving? Leaving herself? Her pups leaving? The scraggly white fae knew not of when it had started, but she knew when it would end. Soon.
There was less and less energy to carry on and more and more motivation to gather the strength needed to kill herself. But she was past that. Too weak, too delicate. She could break so easily now, falling as passively as a feather. Death favoured her and would take the prisoner in his own time. Death would seek her, and she would come willingly.
But, in the hopefully short meantime, Emerald would make do with what portion of life had been given to her, as she always had, but this time, with her full consent to be hurt. However, she had thought that it was emotional pain that she had signed up for. This scorching heat searing throughout Emerald's limp body... This was different. She wanted to die painlessly; her emotions could not hurt her more, surely, so that was no matter, but physical pain hurt in a different, unfamiliar way. It was not that of giving birth, no—it was something different, something that Emerald had never felt before.
So, in an effort to stop it, the Kairos Prisoner unsteadily made her way towards a place that had only been given scarce glances until now. Food was mindlessly refused, but water was taken gratefully—those rules had been set out when Emerald had arrived at Ina'mos, when she planned her exact method of death. Starvation. It was only her stomach that was meant to hurt, though, not everything, not her entire body, not her frangible spirit too...
A heavy gait, messy and all over the place, paws overlapping, stumbling over her own legs. This gait brought Emerald forwards, towards this... Place. The word was at the back of her mind, buzzing statically with all of her other unorganised thoughts. The yellow-eyed femme must have stumbled across another wolf, for there was a sharp, stabbing voice shooting pain throughout Emerald's head, undeniably a voice, one of another lupine creature like Emerald herself.
In another time, another world, another dimension, Emerald might have attempted to reply, but she was too exhausted to pay the voice much attention—not that she remembered any speech to say if she wanted to. Whilst Emerald's vision had diminished, everything else seemed all the sharper, acute sounds piercing her eardrums and sticky muck underpaw runny against dirtied paws. She was a pitiful sight, even more so when she collapsed at the other wolf's paws, blindly looking up at something faintly white with something... Greenish in colour. It reminded her of something... A previous home, perhaps. Emerald could not remember. Not a thing.
It was almost instantaneous, just as soon as she called out a female appeared. She was stumbling over her own paws, her gait labored as she swayed with each step. She looked like she was drunk as she could hardly even keep her head up as she moved. She was older, older then Lichen herself and she was frail. Lichen could also sense sickness from the female, almost like it was oozing from her pores. Because of this Lichen kept her distance, up until she couldn't. The female stumbled and fell right at her front paws, her body appearing like a deflated balloon. Lichen arched an invisible brow at the wolf before sniffing the air around her. She didn't seem like she was contagious which was a good sign but she was suffering from some kind of illness. Lichen froze for a moment as her green eyes surveyed the situation. She glanced around them to be sure that the female was alone before lowering her muzzle to nudge her. Are you alive? She prodded her with a fore paw then, a jab in the shoulder to kind of liven her up a bit. When she was satisfied that the female was still breathing she moved from her to gather one of the stoats. Without hesitating she turned around and plopped the dead animal right down in front of her nose. Eat. It was a command, one that Lichen would not budge on. She sat then before the female, watching her and waiting for her to take a bite. She was malnourished and needed the strength in her bones, and perhaps after she got some food in her system Lichen could figure out who the hell she was.
She watched the female while simultaneously grooming herself, her muscles relaxing for a moment or two while she wanted for the female to come around a bit more. So you can start by telling me who you are. She spoke calmly while watching her with curiosity. Lichen wasn't in the slightest bit threatened by this female, she was far too weak to even manage a fight and even if she would have been fit for it Lichen had seen far worse then her. She inhaled once again and this time she caught a brief hint of Sabaoth's smell on her fur. So she must have been a slave of some type if Lichen could guess but she wouldn't voice this opinion until the stranger confirmed it.
Why was someone talking? Emerald just wanted to close her eyes. She was tired, so tired... There were buzzing, indistinct words streaming into her aching ears, words that she could not make sense of, apart from one dreaded word that she had promised herself to never, ever, ever obey since her arrival at Ina'mos.
What was going on? What did destiny want for her? Was it being... Nice, now that Emerald was not trying to fight its cruelty any more? But there was no fight left in her. If this undefinable force brought her food to eat then there was nothing that Emerald could do to not eat.
In front of the sickly fae lay a long, pale brown-ish mass of fur, something resembling a mammal. A rabbit or vole, perhaps. Squinting, Emerald found a less blurry spot to focus on and meekly bite, every bone in her body seeming to tremble with guilt at eating. Had she not promised to die of starvation? Had she not eaten, Emerald could have died within a few days, but no, she just had to mess it up and prolong her painful existence. Stupid fate did have an ulterior motive with feeding her, then.
"So you can start by telling me who you are."
The tiny trickle of energy from eating seemed to shoot upwards towards her brain, brushing aside the dense fog coating it and soothing her sore ears so that she could hear clearly without everything hurting. But the fog was still ever there, simply more dense in another area, restricting her access to past memories.
"I... I Leaf..." the illness-racked femme rasped. Whilst every other name was gone from her head, Emerald's first friend, the first wolf who she loved who loved her back, was the only coherent moniker that had stuck to the pallid she-wolf's terrible memory. Good feelings were associated with the name, happiness, joy, love. That had to be something relevant, then.
.: OOC :. My muse for Emerald is finally going away D:
POSITION. Coding Mod & Pimp Ass Sugar Daddy CHARACTERS. Eidus Thor Stark
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