Top L-R: Morificus, Zephyrizon, Amaisha
Bottom L-R: Torvamund, Hale'oki
(Morificus will make an appearance later and join the pack.)
What: A plan, a plan that must be! Going to be one crazy plot.
Where: The Dark Caverns, Sceaduwe
When: Right Now! Winter approaches, the forest and animals go into hibernation. The snow comes. Perfect time to go exploring.
Why: To regain everything... that we've ever lost.
Note: If you have a Nightmare, you are ESPECIALLY WELCOME. There is going to be no specific post-order, especially if lots join. If you want to enter with a Normal/Angelic, expect a bit of hostility. Also if you'd like to join try to stick around a bit. Don't just make one post and skitter away and forget about it.
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"Revenggee..."
"Hatred..."
"Death to them ALL!"
General Torvamund padded through the pitch-black musty depths of the Dark Caverns, right in the heart of Sceaduwe territory. Claws scraped on the ground in aggitation as the Earthen elemental Nightmare Kitsusati paced back and forth, his anger like a dangerously simmering pot. He was still blind as the day he was born and had no sense of smell at all, either. And based on the legends, the Gods were STILL punishing him for a crime his ancestors had committed, not him personally.
This thought only served to make the moss-green dappled creature angrier, and he slammed a paw blindly ahead of him, smashing over a stalagmite that was on the floor directly infront of him.
He flicked his ears back as he heard the limestone rock fragments clatter away in all different directions, his perfect-pitch sharp hearing detecting every clink and skitter the rocks made. The very noise gave him a mental picture inside of his head, and he snorted, resuming his pacing.
"All we ever do as a species, is wander around brooding in this damned infernal cave!" He rowled loudly to nobody in particular. "All we EVER do, is stand around, bide our time, and some of us...." He snarled in disgust, "Some of us even BOW to our fate and try to get along with the arrogant Normals and try to be like them! Live among them? Act like them? We will NEVER be like them!" He sat on his haunches, taking a moment to lower his bony maw to bite at his moss-green pelt - he was plagued by fleas. The warm moist environment of the Dark Caverns didn't help, either. It provided the perfect breeding ground for the annoying parasites and many a Nightmare who lived here found themselves being bitten by them often.
"Need to think of something...."
"What's the problem now, Torvamund?" Another voice behind him spoke up. It was Hale'oki, another Nightmare. While she did not specifically live here, she visited often. She, like many of her kind, were born and hatched here. Behind her were her two offspring, one biological, and the other adopted. She had found Zephyrizon's egg abandoned on the Mountain during a hike there once, and Amaisha, her daughter, was the product of a loving bond between herself and her mate, Adjo.
"Hale..." Torvamund growled. "What do you want? This had better be good."
"Torvamund," Hale'oki growled lightly. "If you want to brood about our situation, could you do it a little more quietly and with less emo?" She snorted. "If you want to do something about it, fine. But if you're just going to sit here in the dark and cry, at least be quiet about it so the rest of us don't have to suffer."
"I personally think General Torvamund has a point... even if his method seems a bit misguided." Amaisha spoke in a quiet, yet determined tone. "He has the right idea - he wishes for us to see, and to smell... don't you want to smell the roses, mother? Or the smell of fresh meat when you've hunted down something? His wishes are noble and true, and selfless. He wishes nothing more than for our curse to be lifted. That is a noble cause and should be pursued."
"Heh, sissy, you've got got balls, talking to mom like that," Zephyrizon grinned playfully. "But yeah, you think so?" He chuckled. "I've never seen a colour nor smelled a flower. So the hell what? I made peace with what I am a long time ago. And so have you. Why aggitate all of that in persuit of an old silly fairytale?"
"Brother of mine, do you think it's even slightly fair that despite the fact many generations have passed, we still bear the consequences of the mistakes from those before us?" Amaisha flattened her ears against her skull. "I for one, do not think it's fair, and I know there are like-minded individuals out there. Why not allow General Torvamund to gather them all and organize something? Perhaps we can find a way to redeem ourselves in the eyes of the Gods."
Zephyrizon loudly snorted in amusement. "The Gods are bastards, Amaisha." He grinned, his bony maw teeth looking even larger when he curled his lips back into a fierce grin. "We found the Lazuli, it didn't mean s**t. The Angelics smashed it, and all hope was lost."
"We will find another way," Torvamund spoke finally. "We have lost the first icon of redemption and there was much sorrow. But if we persist, our faith will be rewarded. Raise your heads to the cavern tunnels and call more towards us," He grunted. "As the young female said, there are like-minded individuals who would assist our cause."
And with that, he raised his head to the caverns above and began to make a very loud deep-pitchedbaleful roar.
It was followed by another, higher in pitch, but no less loud or fierce.
And then another joined in.
And then, finally... Hale gave up and added her own voice to the chorus.
It had begun.
