Werewolves (RP 9): The Song of the Mountain - Part 1
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:55 pmMae
Trepidation, fear, wrath... indecision. A beast may not be able to express these complex emotions in words, but each emotion can certainly be seen in the white of the beast's eyes. Strength, power, blood and bone are all alive in this beast. Its head swinging, its hooves kicking, and its nostrils flaring with each powerful blow. Every measure of its body seems to warn, "Do not come near me." Yet, with each word Jackie speaks, wrath is exchanged for gentility. The beast's eyes soften, degree by degree. "Do not come near me," the raised tail and horns of the beast seem to speak, but with less conviction than before. At length, the beast's fire is quelled, but there remains a warning: "Do not come near me."
Mae
Trepidation, fear, wrath... indecision. A beast may not be able to express these complex emotions in words, but each emotion can certainly be seen in the white of the beast's eyes. Strength, power, blood and bone are all alive in this beast. Its head swinging, its hooves kicking, and its nostrils flaring with each powerful blow. Every measure of its body seems to warn, "Do not come near me." Yet, with each word Jackie speaks, wrath is exchanged for gentility. The beast's eyes soften, degree by degree. "Do not come near me," the raised tail and horns of the beast seem to speak, but with less conviction than before. At length, the beast's fire is quelled, but there remains a warning: "Do not come near me."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:56 pmMae
Ulric entered the cave on his hands and belly. Inside the cavern, he was entrenched in blackness.
"Timothy?" Ulric said, hearing his own voice echo and getting a sense the inside of the cave was much larger than its entrance. Instinctively, he began reaching for the ceiling and walls to confirm their proximity. From what he felt, Ulric got the idea that the roof of the cavern sloped steadily upward away from the entrance, but he found no walls within arms reach.
"Timothy?" Ulric said again, this time with more uncertainty. "Are you in here?"
No answer came and Ulric continued to feel his way forward.
"Can't you see in the dark?" Timothy said suddenly, closer than Ulric expected.
Ulric paused for a moment, considering the question with some embarrassment. The honest truth was obvious, but Ulric didn't want to expose an already open weakness. "Not much." He mentioned briefly, and changed the subject. "Do you ever worry about getting killed or lost up here?"
"Why should I?" Timothy replied, his tone certainly didn't seem to care..
Ulric shrugged to the darkness, still crawling forward steadily to reach the back of the cave. He wondered if Timothy's reply came as a result of confidence or insecurity. "I don't know," he muttered. "I guess anything can happen. It would be a shame for the people who care about you."
"No one cares about me."
"Sure we do, all of us." Ulric contradicted.
Timothy scoffed.
To such a retort was there an appropriate reply? Ulric did not know.
"You don't think so?" He said, inquiring after Timothy's pattern of thought. The answer was not what Ulric expected."You think I'd be here if that oaf would let me leave?" Timothy replied.
"I don't know... didn't you tell him that you'd stay?"
"What are you doing?"
"Just -"
"Watch out!
Darkness, though sometimes described as tangible, is not much to stand on. Ulric, still reaching for walls, was following the floor as his only physical guide. He was not prepared when it betrayed him in a single moment and he found himself rushing forward into nothing! It felt as if a cold wind suddenly raced toward his face as his stomach leapt to his throat. Then he hit the ground and the air rushed out of his lungs. The funny thing about meeting the ground in the dark is that one never experiences the sensation so often described as the world going black. The world was black already, so there was no difference when Ulric came to realize how much pain he was in. As far as he could tell he was bruised but not broken, and as far as he knew the fall only consumed his strength, not his time.
"Timothy?" Ulric called. "I'm okay. Are you still there?"
Mae
Ulric entered the cave on his hands and belly. Inside the cavern, he was entrenched in blackness.
"Timothy?" Ulric said, hearing his own voice echo and getting a sense the inside of the cave was much larger than its entrance. Instinctively, he began reaching for the ceiling and walls to confirm their proximity. From what he felt, Ulric got the idea that the roof of the cavern sloped steadily upward away from the entrance, but he found no walls within arms reach.
"Timothy?" Ulric said again, this time with more uncertainty. "Are you in here?"
No answer came and Ulric continued to feel his way forward.
"Can't you see in the dark?" Timothy said suddenly, closer than Ulric expected.
Ulric paused for a moment, considering the question with some embarrassment. The honest truth was obvious, but Ulric didn't want to expose an already open weakness. "Not much." He mentioned briefly, and changed the subject. "Do you ever worry about getting killed or lost up here?"
"Why should I?" Timothy replied, his tone certainly didn't seem to care..
Ulric shrugged to the darkness, still crawling forward steadily to reach the back of the cave. He wondered if Timothy's reply came as a result of confidence or insecurity. "I don't know," he muttered. "I guess anything can happen. It would be a shame for the people who care about you."
"No one cares about me."
"Sure we do, all of us." Ulric contradicted.
Timothy scoffed.
To such a retort was there an appropriate reply? Ulric did not know.
"You don't think so?" He said, inquiring after Timothy's pattern of thought. The answer was not what Ulric expected.
"You think I'd be here if that oaf would let me leave?" Timothy replied.
"I don't know... didn't you tell him that you'd stay?"
"What are you doing?"
"Just -"
"Watch out!
Darkness, though sometimes described as tangible, is not much to stand on. Ulric, still reaching for walls, was following the floor as his only physical guide. He was not prepared when it betrayed him in a single moment and he found himself rushing forward into nothing! It felt as if a cold wind suddenly raced toward his face as his stomach leapt to his throat. Then he hit the ground and the air rushed out of his lungs. The funny thing about meeting the ground in the dark is that one never experiences the sensation so often described as the world going black. The world was black already, so there was no difference when Ulric came to realize how much pain he was in. As far as he could tell he was bruised but not broken, and as far as he knew the fall only consumed his strength, not his time.
"Timothy?" Ulric called. "I'm okay. Are you still there?"
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:58 pmIndy
The red-haired woman never lost her air of certainty. She did not approach, yet instead relinquished a half-step for the bison. She signaled, quickly, for Logan to remain as she was; though whether it was followed would not be seen. Beasts like this talked in emotion, and Logan's fear would not help. Yet there was nothing to be done for it beyond mastery of her own.
She dipped her head briefly, as though in a cordial bow. Her gaze averted the beast and instead glanced just to the side.
She murmured softly under her breath, backing another half-step away as she did so, "Désolée. Je suis désolée, elle est désolée. Pardon-moi, pardonne-lui. Continuez avec votre journée..."
Indy
The red-haired woman never lost her air of certainty. She did not approach, yet instead relinquished a half-step for the bison. She signaled, quickly, for Logan to remain as she was; though whether it was followed would not be seen. Beasts like this talked in emotion, and Logan's fear would not help. Yet there was nothing to be done for it beyond mastery of her own.
She dipped her head briefly, as though in a cordial bow. Her gaze averted the beast and instead glanced just to the side.
She murmured softly under her breath, backing another half-step away as she did so, "Désolée. Je suis désolée, elle est désolée. Pardon-moi, pardonne-lui. Continuez avec votre journée..."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmAddie
Logan never stopped nor turned around to hear what Jackie was saying or see what she was doing. It was all nonsense to her- first of all, speaking to a wild animal. Secondly, one that could easily harm her if it so desired. And last of all, that she spoke in an unfamiliar tongue-no doubt Logan speculated that Jackie was either doing so to insult her, or because what she had to say was too delicate and she did not want to betray herself to Logan.
Only once she was out the beasts vision and some distance away, tucked behind a wall of trees did she stop and turn around, narrowing her brow on the direction from which she had come.
"Stupid Jackie," she muttered under her breath. "If she wanted to injure herself, she could challenge me to fight her. Hah..."
Addie
Logan never stopped nor turned around to hear what Jackie was saying or see what she was doing. It was all nonsense to her- first of all, speaking to a wild animal. Secondly, one that could easily harm her if it so desired. And last of all, that she spoke in an unfamiliar tongue-no doubt Logan speculated that Jackie was either doing so to insult her, or because what she had to say was too delicate and she did not want to betray herself to Logan.
Only once she was out the beasts vision and some distance away, tucked behind a wall of trees did she stop and turn around, narrowing her brow on the direction from which she had come.
"Stupid Jackie," she muttered under her breath. "If she wanted to injure herself, she could challenge me to fight her. Hah..."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmKaqurei
Sabrina shifted. "Not at all," she said to Bianca, though the tone merely implied goodwill, and not an invitation for further discussion. What had been said was sufficient. She rose, and fitted her garment about, tying the sash. She looked up at the sky. It was pale grey. Not yet sunset, but soon.
Kaqurei
Sabrina shifted. "Not at all," she said to Bianca, though the tone merely implied goodwill, and not an invitation for further discussion. What had been said was sufficient. She rose, and fitted her garment about, tying the sash. She looked up at the sky. It was pale grey. Not yet sunset, but soon.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmMae
The bison watched Jackie's animation steadily, it's ears swiveling in Logan's direction as she made a retreat. It kept its head up and its haunches well behind its horns, and otherwise it did not move. The beast wasn't huffing or blowing anymore, but it wasn't at ease. Presently, it turned one large black eye in Jackie's direction. There was still no invitation for her to come any closer.
*****
Under the blue hues of the pines, the woman of the wood's tone shifted and the Alpha took notice. The rifle was now idle, and the opportunity to speak readily available.
"A matter of curiosity." Kratos answered. His dismissing glance at the cabin confirmed his words, for the smoke and even the cabin that had drawn him here were less curious than the inhabitant.
He put his hand on one of the logs that composed the woman's dwelling and followed the length of the tree toward her, stepping closer.
"The smoke from your chimney can be seen from the peaks, but even standing here I cannot smell it." The giant's keen yellow eyes seemed to pose a question with his glance, but his words did not pursue it. Instead, something else came to his mind that changed the atmosphere of the conversation.
"There was an event sometime ago..." He began, "An incident that took place in these hills that escaped the notice of most people in town. Something was up here, skulking around in the mists. On a moonlit night, keeping in the shadows, watching the fields with a single eye; Livestock; cats, dogs, cattle... - and then men went missing. Their bones were later found scattered under the trees."
Kratos watched the woman carefully, tilting his head slightly to the right. "Did you ever encounter this creature?"
Mae
The bison watched Jackie's animation steadily, it's ears swiveling in Logan's direction as she made a retreat. It kept its head up and its haunches well behind its horns, and otherwise it did not move. The beast wasn't huffing or blowing anymore, but it wasn't at ease. Presently, it turned one large black eye in Jackie's direction. There was still no invitation for her to come any closer.
*****
Under the blue hues of the pines, the woman of the wood's tone shifted and the Alpha took notice. The rifle was now idle, and the opportunity to speak readily available.
"A matter of curiosity." Kratos answered. His dismissing glance at the cabin confirmed his words, for the smoke and even the cabin that had drawn him here were less curious than the inhabitant.
He put his hand on one of the logs that composed the woman's dwelling and followed the length of the tree toward her, stepping closer.
"The smoke from your chimney can be seen from the peaks, but even standing here I cannot smell it." The giant's keen yellow eyes seemed to pose a question with his glance, but his words did not pursue it. Instead, something else came to his mind that changed the atmosphere of the conversation.
"There was an event sometime ago..." He began, "An incident that took place in these hills that escaped the notice of most people in town. Something was up here, skulking around in the mists. On a moonlit night, keeping in the shadows, watching the fields with a single eye; Livestock; cats, dogs, cattle... - and then men went missing. Their bones were later found scattered under the trees."
Kratos watched the woman carefully, tilting his head slightly to the right. "Did you ever encounter this creature?"
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmKaqurei
"A matter of curiosity" and she stiffened, ready to whip that shotgun back on him in an instant. Especially as he touched the cabin and drew nearer. She'd messed up, inviting him in to talk. Put him too much at ease. That could be fixed. Show him she had a bit of a trigger finger. That'd set him back on edge.
He came closer, and she was pleased to recognize at least a hint of uncertainty, or caution at the very least. Maybe she wouldn't have to make him dance to put the fear back into him.
"The some from your chimney... I cannot smell it..." She relaxed a peg, even through him an incredulous look. That's why he was here? Because Captain Obvious finally figured out he wasn't the only one living on the mountain? Humph. Well, she was here first, and if he had a problem with her smoke then--
"There was an event some time ago," His voice, stance, eyes... the whole atmosphere changed suddenly. She listened to him, keen eyes trained on his every movement, sizing the tone of his voice as it changed. An icy feeling began to creep over her person. A warning. She didn't like this. She didn't like him, not one bit.
Did you ever encounter this creature?"
And then a white hot rage, though she kept it under her pot at a gentle simmer. Shoulders were squared, the jaw was set, shotgun back in "business-pose".
"Look, mister," she said, her voice something akin to a warning thunderhead, don't come near me it said. "I don't know your name. I don't care who you are. I know where you've from, and I know how long you've been there. But you hear this: we've been here longer, and will be long after. D'you hear? So why don't you turn your tail back around and hustle back over to your friends; this is private property, as I'm sure ya saw the signs."
Kaqurei
"A matter of curiosity" and she stiffened, ready to whip that shotgun back on him in an instant. Especially as he touched the cabin and drew nearer. She'd messed up, inviting him in to talk. Put him too much at ease. That could be fixed. Show him she had a bit of a trigger finger. That'd set him back on edge.
He came closer, and she was pleased to recognize at least a hint of uncertainty, or caution at the very least. Maybe she wouldn't have to make him dance to put the fear back into him.
"The some from your chimney... I cannot smell it..." She relaxed a peg, even through him an incredulous look. That's why he was here? Because Captain Obvious finally figured out he wasn't the only one living on the mountain? Humph. Well, she was here first, and if he had a problem with her smoke then--
"There was an event some time ago," His voice, stance, eyes... the whole atmosphere changed suddenly. She listened to him, keen eyes trained on his every movement, sizing the tone of his voice as it changed. An icy feeling began to creep over her person. A warning. She didn't like this. She didn't like him, not one bit.
Did you ever encounter this creature?"
And then a white hot rage, though she kept it under her pot at a gentle simmer. Shoulders were squared, the jaw was set, shotgun back in "business-pose".
"Look, mister," she said, her voice something akin to a warning thunderhead, don't come near me it said. "I don't know your name. I don't care who you are. I know where you've from, and I know how long you've been there. But you hear this: we've been here longer, and will be long after. D'you hear? So why don't you turn your tail back around and hustle back over to your friends; this is private property, as I'm sure ya saw the signs."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmIndy
Jackie regarded the bison carefully, in neither the manner of predator nor prey, but just a simple observer of the forest. Then, clearly content with what she'd seen, her head and shoulders dipped forward as though in a bow. And like that she turned to walk the opposite direction, the same she'd seen Logan go. By now Logan had disappeared into the green foliage, but it was no difficulty for her senses to pinpoint her trail.
Indy
Jackie regarded the bison carefully, in neither the manner of predator nor prey, but just a simple observer of the forest. Then, clearly content with what she'd seen, her head and shoulders dipped forward as though in a bow. And like that she turned to walk the opposite direction, the same she'd seen Logan go. By now Logan had disappeared into the green foliage, but it was no difficulty for her senses to pinpoint her trail.
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmAddie
It wouldn't take long to reach Logan. She had found something of interest, and sat crouched with a long stick rested on her knees. A tool was in her hand-her ever present hunting knife, and she worked away at one end of the stick, creating a long, narrow point.
"Naivnaya ryzhaya zhenshchina govorit s korovoy."
Without looking up, Logan uttered the words, acknowledging Jackie's presence.
"That is... a naive red haired woman speaks to a cow."
She continued to carve nonchalantly, satisfied with the shape the stick was quickly taking.
"Why do you spend your breath to say things that those around you cannot understand? It is as if you are hiding in plain sight."
Addie
It wouldn't take long to reach Logan. She had found something of interest, and sat crouched with a long stick rested on her knees. A tool was in her hand-her ever present hunting knife, and she worked away at one end of the stick, creating a long, narrow point.
"Naivnaya ryzhaya zhenshchina govorit s korovoy."
Without looking up, Logan uttered the words, acknowledging Jackie's presence.
"That is... a naive red haired woman speaks to a cow."
She continued to carve nonchalantly, satisfied with the shape the stick was quickly taking.
"Why do you spend your breath to say things that those around you cannot understand? It is as if you are hiding in plain sight."
Quote from Adriana on August 25, 2018, 3:59 pmIndy
Jackie saw Logan quickly in the thick green curtain, yet acted as though she had not seen her until within yards of her. Certainly, however, she could not have missed the rhythmic scrape-scrape of her hunting knife agains the stick. Logan's agitation bear not be missed.
Yet in response to her comment she merely smiled, "Ahh the language of the beasts. You speak it too ? "
She crouched where she was, a few yards away, and watched her work.
"How do you know what was understood and what wasn't? 'Tis the way the language of the beasts works, ma chérie. There is no hiding when you speak it".
Indy
Jackie saw Logan quickly in the thick green curtain, yet acted as though she had not seen her until within yards of her. Certainly, however, she could not have missed the rhythmic scrape-scrape of her hunting knife agains the stick. Logan's agitation bear not be missed.
Yet in response to her comment she merely smiled, "Ahh the language of the beasts. You speak it too ? "
She crouched where she was, a few yards away, and watched her work.
"How do you know what was understood and what wasn't? 'Tis the way the language of the beasts works, ma chérie. There is no hiding when you speak it".
