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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 7:34 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 7:48 pm
Morsmordre moved through the shadows of night, watching and waiting. She'd been struggling to find others like herself that wished to rid the world of abominations to their kind. It was bad enough that the purity of her blood was tainted--but in the end, it could be breed out though never quite pure. But the Kalona and the Ulun'suti would overcome the filthy mudbloods. They would forge a world where the pures and those who wish to be pure would rule the others. A hierarchy of servants and masters--a new world order.
She blinked her luminous eyes, her lips curling back over her teeth as she heard a sound not far away. Her small snakes let off a hiss that she echoed. "Who disturbs my walk? Show yourself!" She commanded.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 8:07 pm
That small sound? It was a ruffle of feathers. The Raven roosted between Skah's shoulder blades, claws lightly digging into his skin to hold on. She had shuffled her wings to tuck her beak under them better. There was no need for her to be on the lookout when Skah's eyesight was better than hers in this light. Oh, she reveled in the night, but there was no arguing that she was beginning to age. Not that she would admit that to anyone aloud, and she made sure not to show it, either. Her feathers were always well looked after and her beak kept shiny and healthy, but she was beginning to allow others to do things for her. After all, why should she do everything for her now, when she had a massacre at her beck and call, and the aggressive loner, her Skah Talutah, to do her bidding.
Skah walked near-silently, but at the White Raven's ruffle, he gave out a little growl. He had been pretty sure there was someone --or something-- else in the area, and now she had gone and given them away. He wasn't scared, but the advantage of surprise was always nice to have. But he didn't have long to dwell. The thing-- or that is, the someone-- spoke out following a series of hisses.
Swiveling his ears and quickly after his head towards the voice, Skah only had a few moments to analyze the sounds and try to take in scent before he had to reply. Now that he focused he could see a small amount of light from the direction of the voice. Squaring himself towards the voice, he brought up his head and flicked the hair aside, not quite managing to get it off of his face. He stands his ground, but replies in a steady voice, deep and scratchy.
"I wouldn't say this is your walk, mare. No one walks truly alone," a slight pause, as he tasted his next thought before deciding to go ahead and share it also, "Who is it that hisses in this barren part of the Kawani lands?"
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 8:53 pm
Morsmordre listened intently to the deep voice laced with intermittent flapping. Those were not his wings though...probably a pet's. She considered his words carefully before replying and rotating around the area a few feet to the left, "True. But then it is no more your walk than mine. I asked of you first," she let out a low hiss.
Stepping a few more feet to the side, she caught sight of pale white skin and a curtain of long black hair. It was then that her eyes fell on the long talon like claws he had. What type of aviary creature was he? Why was he near here? She was intrigued by him, though he was not one of the kalona or ulun'suti--but he still looked...useful.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 9:08 pm
His ears were on alert and he picked out every movement as it happened. Calmly he continued to stand his ground. He did not intend on moving unless he had to. He could get aggressive if he needed to, but this did not sound like any of his regular targets. This one was more... well, intelligent. She moved quietly -- save the hissing-- and she had a sort of air about her that told that she thought herself better. He would judge that part later, if he came around to caring to.
"Ah, but I did not claim it as my own. I cannot remember the last time I was truly alone. Well, there was that one time..." ice-cold laughter cascaded from his lips and his stature loosened a tad, still strong and in control but not rigid anymore, "... well, that's not a story everyone cares to hear. As I was saying..." He picked up one paw and pointed up. If one could see well in the dark, one would be able to pick out the many dark beady eyes that followed every movement. When they weren't fighting one another, the ravens and crows could really be deadly silent. They roosted wherever they could, some cuddling, others lone, but all followed the happenings in an almost entranced manner.
"But as for who I am... I am the White Blood. I am Skah Talutah. And these are my friends." A lighter cackle followed but it died off gradually. Now that she stepped closer he could pick out that the mare was dark, dark but not entirely enveloped by the shadows. Angry snarl and devil's tail & horns... altogether she spoke 'kalona', but where were those wings? Why did wings seem to be so elusive?
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:33 pm
For the moment, all was still as she assessed him and he her. It was a moment where one was not sure who was hunter and who was hunted--those lines didn't seem like they'd be drawn. She took in the heavy build, the affinity for crows and ravens he had about him--creatures of death and decay. She liked what that told about him.
She pulled her lips back a little further. "I think I'd be interested in hearing your stories. I don't think I've been completely alone in the way that you seem to have been. But I like you, have a certain affinity for dark and beautiful things," she tossed her hair, the smalls snakes writhing there and hissing as they kept her hair out of her face.
She hesitated a moment longer, "You seem a useful sort." The orbs of her eyes flashed brightly at him, it was something uncharacteristic of her to compliment someone even that much. "I am Morsmordre. Perhaps, you have heard of me or my people?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 12:11 am
A simple nod of acknowledgement that was almost the slightest of bows, but not quite. So she liked dark things too, that was a bonus. When she shook her hair, he got the first good glimpse at the snakes in it. He had heard them before, and had been pretty sure they were in there, slithering about and whatnot, but now he was sure. There seemed to be... three? Maybe four? It was hard to tell with all the movement and hair. So then, it wasn't just her doing the hissing. Well, she did look quite snake-like herself. No wings, all those markings, and the long slithering tail. But all in all, she seemed worthy of some respect. She came up bold, and stood her ground, even replied with wit and intelligence. A cautious yet calm reply was offered.
"Unfortunately, I have not heard of you or your people, Morsmordre. But I am intrigued. Perhaps we can exchange some stories? One of yours for one of mine, perhaps?" He paused, an obvious hesitation, "Should I trust you?" A loaded question, for sure, but he wanted to know how she would react and respond. "Because I assure you, m'dear, though I can be useful, I do not intend on being used." A bit of venom snaked into the 'not', to underline his statement, but all in all it was only a rather light-hearted threat as he was not yet decided if he would be willing to trust her, or continue the conversation for that matter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 12:44 am
Morsmordre let out a little peal of laughter as he questioned about trust. He was not stupid, this one. She had not thought so, but this was confirmation of it. The crow fluttered on his back or so it seemed.
"Stories...That sounds fair, but as for trust," she laughed again, the snakes in her hair slithering even more. "Trust is a two edged sword, just as likely to sting the wielder as the opponent. I'll trust you as much as you trust me, and I'll tell you as much truth as you give me..." She smiled as she shifted her feet.
"I think I"m interesting enough for you to stay, just as I'm interested in hearing your stories. Would you like to start or I?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:37 am
Nodding his head, Skah had to agree with the mare, "Wise words," he complimented softly, because, who could argue that? Her words were truth, even the Raven could not refuse. She did however ruffle her feathers once more, wings fluffing a little as she raised her head enough that she could look past her pale chest but not quite enough to reveal her beak or expression. She was listening and watching this mare carefully, but as of yet had not come to a want to interrupt.
"Very well. Why don't you begin as we finish the rest of tonight's... patrol. I've laid out some random traps, so we may yet find something to... snack on." Nodding ahead of him he began to walk, expecting her to begin to follow suit if she was indeed interested in sharing information with him. Skah walked a few good sized strides away from a rock-face that stretched a ways upward. Above was a plateau that proved a good look-out or basking spot, but his intended route was only around the base. Here there were no sheer drops and no significant places that would give too much away about him. Afterall, she needn't know where he nested, rested or collected.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 2:08 am
She mused his words before deciding to take him up on it. There didn't seem to be much chance of there being someone else to jump out at her or help him to attack her. He'd have the upperhand on her because he knew the territory--but he did not know anything about her at all.
Morsmordre ambled along with him. The snakes in her hair moved and slithered around as she considered exactly what to say. "My people are an ancient kind. And we are superior in most ways. Many of our sect our now divided--living different lives until we can come together again and things be made whole again."
She paused, "So during these down times what's a girl to do but cultivate assets. There was this one time..." She laughed wholeheartedly, "We rounded up these foolish outcasts who wanted to escape and I watched as they were thrown into an arena where they had to fight till the end. The girl I hunted down...she was vicious when she was released. Turns out the sobbing girl I captured was cunning enough to pretend to be weak until she could kill them all."
She sighed, "Then there was my time as a slaver. Keeping them myself, selling them--whole colonies. Too stupid or pathetic to put up a good enough fight." She laughed, "Your turn before I tell more."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 6:52 pm
Tilting his head slightly so his hair fell away from his face Skah listened to the mare's tellings with great interest. If she was telling the truth, which he was inclined to believe, then she did indeed seem to be part of a people that wished to prove themselves better and superior to others. Interesting. Slavery, mass fights to the death, examples and hunting. None of this Skah could really argue with! The smallest of glances over at the mare as she spoke confirmed his belief that she was being truthful with him. Not only was she speaking easily, he did not feel any tenseness about her like most who were lying. If she was a liar, then she was a good one, but he had no reason not to believe her. Not yet, anyway.
Nodding along, Skah replied, "Intriguing, I'd like to hear more about them, and of this slave victor of yours. Very well, then. My turn..." He paused as they came across the first trap that he had set. It had been sprung but not caught anything. Nonchalantly he reset the trap as he mulled over what story to tell her. In the end, it was always the first story to be told, but now that the trap was reset he motioned for her to continue on with him. "Why not start at the beginning?" Casting a devilish grin at Morsmordre he shifted a shoulder nudging the White Raven on his back. "One of White Raven's favorites." A light rattle came from the bird as if her beak had chittered, but after another quick ruffle she buried her face once more, not up for such jests. She did not yet trust this mare, but she let Skah continue.
"I had always been different, always stood out. Always the freak, never fitting in. 'Be nice to others,' I was told, 'and they'll be nice to you', they kept repeating." Skah shook his head, lank ebony strands swaying back and forth as he told the beginning of his story, "But that was never possible. They tried to convince me that things would get better if I just gave them a chance. But that too, was a vicious lie." He spoke harshly, lips curling up into a snarl. Skah turned his head to look at the mare to see if she understood. Didn't matter if she did, but he was vaguely curious. "They were weak. Foolish enough to think I would eat up their lies and bend to their whims. But not for long." His snarl turned wicked, a maniacal cackle turned it into an almost cheshire grin exposing his fangs. "They cried and begged for mercy, for their son to stop and spare them." A dry cackle came from the White Raven, her blood-red eyes smiling at the mare, the bird was obviously thoroughly enjoying the story. "But that foal showed them no mercy. They had spoken their last lies that bloody night." His golden eyes were wide, excited even. He looked deliriously giddy with himself. It had been his grand opening act. Welcome to the grisly world of truth, foal.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 10:17 pm
Morsmordre nodded her head, "I certainly don't mind talking about it more." Oh, how she did love to talk about her slaves and conquests. She shook out her mane again and listened to his story. She watched the white raven keenly as Skah told his tale. They both seemed incensed by the blood, she could understand that.
"Good riddance," she let out a loud and crazy laugh. "Liars and filth are better off dead. Their loyalty should have been to you and not others" He may not be on of her kind, but he wasn't as bad as other breeds. They held similiar beliefs and his parents were weak. Good thing they were gone.
"What do you want to know of my captives? Let's make a deal," she paused. "A story for a story?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 2:15 am
The mare cackled with, as good a sign as any. Seemed genuine enough, but the best sign of all was that she was still here and not chastising him as others have tried. She agreed that he had done the right thing. It was too early to decide whether she was worthy of seeing again, but he had relatively high hopes for how this was developing.
Yes, he wanted to know more about her and more about her people and what they did. Where to start? Only she interjected again before he managed to answer.
A slight bow of his head indicated his consent. "Very well then, a story for a story. Now then tell me of this begging captive and how she came out on top, and then I will answer your next question with a story of my own."
At the very least, this was going to be a very informative meeting. Knowledge could bring you strength, power even. It was always good to know more.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2012 3:34 am
Morsmordre let out a long sigh as she reminisced. It brought a delightful sense of glee to her. "There was this area of Kawani that a group called Panem. They had slaves, hundred and even thousands divided into districts. Twelve of them. They'd take a mare and stallion from each district and force them to fight to the death. I was young, my first real assignment. This mare with brown hair and brown eyes tried to run. Her hair was long and down. She sobbed and cried. I knew she was going to die right away. But when we took her to the arena to fight, I realized she was faking it. She wasn't scared."
She paused, "That's when I decided to pay more attention to other soquilli, learn so I never underestimated them again. I watched as the girl--Johanna Mason killed probably a fourth of the arena with an axe. She was viciously and deadly, no one saw it coming from her. They named her Victor of the 69th Hunger Games. In the 75th games, she was forced to play again. I got to capture her...and oh the times we had in the Capitol after." She let out a loud, crazed laugh.
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