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Post by Meds on Apr 11, 2017 15:33:13 GMT -5
((Alright! @b10hazard2003, bring whoever in, and tovaana you can, too! We'll have the bad wolves chat first, perhaps fight, etc, and then eventually Tiel and I will bring in Rayen and Leo))
Nyx;Though it was Spring in the valley, little warmth was felt in The Barrens. It was just after midday, but there were stil drifts of snow piled up here and there from the unblocked winds of the bleak landscape. Little streams from when the snow did melt had grated paths through the usually-dusty ground, making running treacherous for fear of twisted ankles. The lowlands were covered in (sparse) scrub brushes, and it was there that Nyx was prowling. Her tattoo was glowing, as it often was, but this time it was for a new reason. She had wrapped her natural shadow around herself, which blocked her from sight of the prey which she sought. A small group of rabbits were nibbling the stubborn branches of some of the outlying brush. Their untrained eyes couldn't see through Nyx's shadow when she bent it, and therefore they didn't notice as she crept ever closer. Her fire-like eyes were glowing within the black of the shade, and her paws were silent on the cracked earth. Suddenly, one of the rabbits' shadows crept away from it. This got the little animals' attention. It made them curious, rather than frightened, for after all, shadows aren't usually something to fear. One or two of them sniffed, pawed, and followed their escaping sillohettes as they crept ever-closer to Nyx. When they were within snatching distance, the thump of another rabbit's foot warned them of approaching danger. Nyx snarled then and, being one for show, leaped out of her shadow. It melded back into the shape of her, rather than a swirling mass of darkness, but it quivered, attached to nothing. The rabbits didn't know what hit them as the orange and black wolf collided with them. One snap sent the first rabbit's head tumbling to the ground, and a kick backwards raked across the other's front at the same time, opening its chest satisfactorily. Nyx made to rush the others in the warren, but they scampered off making horrible screeching noises. She chuckled cruelly and sauntered back to her kill. She flopped down next to the head—not usually a wolf's first pick—and set to work. Her tattoo faded to black once more as she ate and the shadow that was waiting for her dissappeared and reappeared behind her in its rightful place. She cracked the skull in her powerful jaws and looked around.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2017 16:23:24 GMT -5
(okay! Let's do this!)
Astral
The black wolf strutted along the earth, sighing. The spring brought flowers every where else but the barren wasteland she stepped on. Suddenly, the shrieking of rabbits made Astral quickly look around frantically, and she saw the white tails of rabbits in the bushes. "You are very lucky, little rabbits, for I am not hungry." she said as she scent of fresh rabbit and a wolf flooded her nose. She headed in the direction of the scents, picking up her pace. "I guess that's a good sign...but they may not be friendly, best be ready to retaliate if attacked," she muttered. She then saw two rabbit carcasses and a wolf. She dove behind whatever cover she could find, and waited.
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Post by tovaana on Apr 11, 2017 19:54:13 GMT -5
Sigyn was getting tired of the constant rain; whether it was by natural forces or conjured while her brother’s purple water symbol glowed dimly on his back leg. Sometimes, when walking behind him, drenched and cold, watching him walk in his dry ‘bubble’, she wanted to tear that part of his leg off, in half hopes that it would mean she would be dry. It wasn’t all day, but it was every day and the intervals were never long enough for her to dry fully.
“Stop it…” She groaned as the rain started again.
“Hmmm?” Grunted the large sea foam and black beast in front of her, obviously he was in his thoughts and not listening.
She shook her fur for what felt like the hundredth time in an hour.
“The rain.” She moaned through clenched teeth, realizing that raising her voice to her brother would only goad her brother on. Her brother’s violet eyes glanced over his shoulder, dancing with amusement.
He made another grunting noise that sounded like it could have been laughter. “Not me.” He said simply. As he looked away Sigyn’s back bristled and her anger escaped her for a second. Her pale green eyes glanced furiously down at his back leg, as he was trailing ahead of her – and it was faintly glowing, but it only took her a moment to realize that it was just him bending the rain away from to create his dry bubble. She shivered, partially out of irritation, and part from the chill that the spring breeze still held.
Biting her tongue from some other nasty retort, she quickened her pace and saddled up next to him, pushing in on him a little, being sure to be clear with her intentions. She wanted in on his little umbrella. Fenrir didn’t even glance at Sigyn, her nudge hadn’t moved him a fraction, but he let her believe it did by moving his dry bubble over her. He did this by focusing on the area over her and bending and feeling the water droplets obey his command and avoid her body. He wished all things would obey him as easily as the rain did…
The sky cleared after a few hours and she was not surprised when hours later clouds started to form mysteriously. She kept close to Fenrir’s monstrous form, to be sure to stay within his bubble as he practiced his power. The rain that Fenrir conjured was not as widespread as natural rain, only a dozen feet radius from where they were. It was during one of the intervals that Fenrir rested that the pair entered the Barrens which they had been in more often. It had become Sigyn’s favorite location, as it rained less and Fenrir practiced less since there was little cover. Otherwise the cloud acted like a beacon when it was clear out. The pair preferred finding others and not being approached or sought out.
Both froze. By the time they heard the rustling and sounds of shrill squeaks, Sigyn had fully dried from the rain from one of the valleys they had traveled through, where a cloud had been stuck draining itself. She now more fully appreciated the way the wind tugged at her dry fur. Fenrir had been more selfish and had not extended his umbrella.
“C’mon.” Sigyn said, as she was not as perturbed by the noise, but she was stuck behind Fenrir and low bushes crowded her from passing easily.
“I think…” Fenrir said, ignoring that Sigyn had said anything. “We may be in for some fun.” He said in a low quiet voice. Sigyn blinked and then stared out among the bushes, seeing nothing – but the wind brought a few unfamiliar scents, one including blood, only rabbit blood. Not as exciting, but the fact that there were others close…
They changed direction subtly, so to enter the scene on the side, and as there was little cover in the barrens, it was hard to hide their approach. However, it seemed as if there were already two that had encountered each other- maybe distracted? It was a lot more fun when they outnumbered a lone wolf, but it did not discourage the two, they simply changed tactics. They stayed about ten feet apart as they approached, keeping a comfortable distance.
One of the wolves seemed to be trying to hide? Sigyn twisted her features into an amused expression, tongue lolling. Fenrir seemed as stone, his large frame loomed closer to the huntress and her kills. Sigyn knew he was enjoying the smell, but he showed no sign of it. Glancing back and forth at the two.
“Well, who do we have here?” She asked in an inquisitive tone. It was time to slowly stir the pot and see what fortune had stumbled across their paths.
OOC // A little rough...but I'm excited! w00t!
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Post by Meds on Apr 11, 2017 23:24:39 GMT -5
Nyx;
Rustling behind her caused Nyx to gobble up the head of the rabbit, and tear enough into the first body that no scavenger would want it. Her black jaws became stained with blood, but it wasn't an entirely unbecoming look on her. Her fire-like eyes lit up and she scanned the bushes behind her, easily picking up the wolf trying to hide. If her scent hadn't been enough to give her away (there wasn't much to block wind currents in The Barrens), the noise she made certainly had been. Nyx lifted a lip in irritation, but before even acknowledging the other, she finished off the first rabbit properly. Her stomach shifted happily with the meat in it.
She stood up lazily then, turning to the bush that she was almost certain harboured a hider. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her mind and identified the shadow of the bush, the shadow of a rock, and then... Her eyes fluttered open and a too-sharp smile alighted to her bloody maw. All at once, the shadow of a wolf slunk out from behind the bush. Nyx didn't bend it, only moved it, and she sized it up without moving a muscle. Perhaps the onlooker wouldn't even notice. It wasn't like shadows hurt, any.
From the look of the unbent shadow, the hiding wolf was female—not especially large or bulky. Nothing Nyx couldn't handle. She let the shadow snap back with a sigh.
"So do you think I'm deaf, dumb or both?" She asked coldly. Her curiously gruff voice was oddly muted in the wide-open expanse of the barrens. She was about to approach the wolf, when two others caught her attention as they came onto the scene. A large male and yet another female. Was there no end to the females in the valley? Nyx rolled her eyes openly, but before the other two got very close, the tatoo over her eye flared up once again.
The shadow normally attached to her feet suddenly let go, sliding up her legs and spreading across her back. It spiked up all the way down her spine, neck and tail, giving her the look of some lost and evil reptile. The way she hung it made it look as if the darkness was permanently dripping off of her, but never running out nor puddling. Nyx no longer tired from simply bending her own shadow, and could keep it bent almost indefinitly. Normal wolves couldn't see through the darkness, either, so unless they were well-versed in the ways of the valley, they would have no idea what sort of creature she was.
"Who do we have we here?" It had been the female of the two who spoke. Nyx heaved a great sigh, sitting back on her long legs. She held her tongue for the moment, watching the scene unfold with muted animosity.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2017 18:52:29 GMT -5
"Neither, female." Astral answered, seeing her shadow move from and back to it's place. 'A shadow manipulator? I'm gonna have to be careful.' She pushed her head through the straggly bush, taking in the shadow that the female was encased in. She then looked to the direction of a wolf, two wolves, actually. A female and a male, which made Astral's eyes flash slightly as she pushed her way through the bushes. "Greetings." she said, very calm. She sat down, flicking her ears and her muscles tensing. 'If worst comes to worst, I'm out of this place...' Her spotted black fur looked dull and slightly brown with dust from wandering through the barrens.
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Post by tovaana on Apr 12, 2017 21:18:33 GMT -5
Fenrir was indeed enjoying the warm aroma of the rabbit blood. It was not as tantalizing or exciting as wolf blood was to him, but even not hungry the smell was appealing. It did not distract him from what was going on around him though, though hardly paying attention to the femme behind the bush, because the other had a sort of light play going on with her coat. It took him a moment to realize what he was staring at, but being familiar with the valley and abilities, instantly recognized it as some sort of shadow bending, as she herself did not seem to have one. It was eery, but intriguing. Was it a defense mechanism? Was she trying to scare them? He watched how it moved and bent, almost like it was dripping and he had the strange impulse to want to eat it. Which was laughable, seeing as it had no substance. His eyes moved over her body and then over at his sister who seemed unnaturally slower at the intake of the situation. Usually it was she who had already assessed and given him some sort of clue what they would do.
Besides the ‘greetings’ from the wolf that had come through the bushes, there was mostly silence. Of the two Fenrir preferred the thought killing the one who had spoken, as perhaps the other who had a dark demeanor about her with the shadow, seemed like she would watch and not stop them. He glanced at her bloody maw, his violet eyes inquisitive, but his body expressionless.
Why did others have to be so quiet and cautious? He did like that about his sister, he let her do most of the chatter that led to the brawls.
“Greetings….” Sigyn’s voice mused on the word, as if twirling it about, measuring it and its meaning. “….is sooo…. Formal.”
There was a pause, tilting her head and nodding, almost to herself. “And boring.”
Fenrir was moving his massive black and green form now between the bloody hunt scene and the other speckled wolf – he finally stopped so that he was on the other side of the scene across from his sister. It was a diamond shape encounter, but his body was tilted slightly away from the shadow femme, as it was obvious Sigyn had thought the same thing about the one who had emerged from the bushes. The one with her back like a dark sky with poisoned stars.
“Far from home?” Sigyn’s falsely sweet voice hit the air, open to either of the female wolves. What chance was it that they ran into two?
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Post by Meds on Apr 12, 2017 22:24:10 GMT -5
Nyx;
The female in the bush had the audacity to be snappy with her. Nyx lifted her eyebrows. A female, talking tough to her? Why, she had never encountered that before! She chuckled inwardly at her own sarcasm. She was not impressed. However, despite her obvious disinterest in the female in the bush, the other two seemed much and more fascinated with her. Indeed, they both seemed to be speaking directly to her, all but ignoring herself; however, Nyx was not a stupid wolf. The large male, though he was looking to the other female, began angling himself around. He walked past everyone and stopped in such a way that, were the situation to turn grim, he and his companion (sister, perhaps) could flank either her or the bush-wolf. Nyx watched him walk over and sit with easy eyes, but behind the mask of calm they burned as hot as ever.
She smiled at Fenrir in a dangerous way, relaying that no, she was not intimidated by him, but yes, she knew what he was up to. As if nothing had happened (and perhaps that was on purpose), the red and white female began bantering about the quality of the conversation. She seemed to be the talker. The distraction and the instigator. And then, "Far from home?"
Nyx's eyes narrowed again. What was this, now? Intimidation? Oh this did make things more interesting. Nyx hid a smile. Just who did this female think she was? Her keen eyes picked up a tattoo on Sigyn that marked her as having psychological powers, and Fenrir had a water elemental tattoo. Nyx would have to tread lightly. "Not quite so far as all that," Nyx hummed in her curiously deep voice, staring directly into Sigyn's oceany eyes and ignoring the tattoo for now; however, she would not be fooled into a false sense of comfort by a seemingly innocent question. "Though The Barrens aren't what most would call homey, I suppose. Wouldn't that make you rather far from home, as well?" She smiled sarcastically, then turned to the female in the bush, as if she was entirely unconcerned with Sigyn—the ultimate insult to a showy Evil female's pride. "But you were here as well, weren't you, same as I and our new guests. Why? What brings you here in early Spring? I don't see any prey by your feet... I don't see any friends by your side..." It was a fair enough question, even if Nyx posed it in a less than friendly fashion.
"And you. Rather quiet, aren't you?" Nyx then asked suddenly, swinging her head to look at the big male who now sat closer to her. She winked at him darkly and took a lazy step or two backwards, leaving the rabbit, and at the same time making it harder for him to flank her, if that was indeed their goal. "Don't get too comfortable. Even with mind-games and rainy days, one can never know what is coming in the dark." And then she lifted her lip. Suddenly, her own shadow shell fell away to nothing, but at the same time all three wolves' own shadows jumped out from underneath them. Nyx chuckled deep in her throat as they began climbing up their owners' bodies. Since wolves without shadow mastery couldn't see through manipulated shadows, Nyx had just had an idea. What fun, if it worked.
As the shadows raced upwards, they eventually reached the wolves' heads and began wrapping around their eyes. Nyx stretched the shadows and bent them around, rendering their owners all but blind. Any wolf could have any measure of power, but so long as they were blinded, their attacks and retaliations would be random and sloppy. But then, as soon as it had started, the shadows flitted back as if they had never moved at all and her tattoo faded to black. Nyx gave the other three another weighted glance. She was not one to be trifled with. Especially not when she had learned a new trick.
She glanced at the pair of wolves in turn. It wasn't that she held any particular amount of spite towards them; indeed, they had an unspoken air of unpredictability about them that she found intriguing—it was simply that she held a measure of malice towards all living things. The three wolves around her were no different; save perhaps the female in the bush, who was trying her patience.
"I'm Nyx."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2017 15:57:17 GMT -5
"I'm Astral." Astral said calmly, looking at the wolves around her. 'All with power marks!?' She eyed the marks with a fake sense of comfort, she was not to be fooled as she could easily see a fight happening after a while. "I have no home." She shook her fur, staying a good ways away from the others. "I go where I want to go, simple as that." A sudden darkness slightly startled her, and it left swiftly, and she glanced around. "Why mess with a powerless wolf like me?" she said in a mock tartness. She pawed at the ground, kicking up dust while eyeing the strangers. "And I should get a power when the season is right, huh?" she muttered, wisking her tail back and forth with uneasiness.
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Post by tovaana on Apr 14, 2017 17:31:31 GMT -5
Fenrir was the only to notice that the huntress was aware of everything. Her smile under her shadow shell had an eerie feel, and it intrigued him at the same time. He saw the femme’s slight reaction to Sigyn’s bland question and found it interesting how it pulled her in. He turned his head more toward her when she spoke, finding it amusing that she waited to be provoked to speak. And spoke she did! Fenrir watched her with a bland expression, not impressed by her words and hardly interested that she had tried to offend his sister by not letting her reply. Actually, she was doing as both Fenrir and Sigyn had hoped – well, she was reacting. Beautifully too, it was nature that one either close up into a shell or have a physical, often verbal reaction. The brother had always admired his sister’s talents.
Sigyn cheery encounter had fallen a little when the femme’s curious voice arose, but in place arose excitement that things had picked up a little. It had been so boring and quiet before. Though she was disappointed by the quality of the sarcastic banter, it had no merit and had no real claim to hurt Sigyn.
“Oh, I feel quite at home.” She crooned quietly, quite unfazed by the femme’s attempt to ruffle her ‘feathers’. The huntress may have been ignoring Sigyn, but she did not forget her presence, and that was something. Enough, for now. Sigyn was indeed selfish, but she was not the limelight, she was the spoon that stirred the pot, got things rolling… a spoon that enjoyed the limelight, of course. Her mind blocked out any other sound that came from the huntress until it was directed at her brother. Her sea foam eyes glanced semi-interestedly in her brother’s direction, not in the least bit surprised that his stony demeanor had not changed at the femme’s jibe.
Fenrir stifled a yawn after her random and obvious remark. One often had the advantage when they listened more often than they spoke. (He noticed that with his sister, who often spoke a lot) His audits twisted in a more attentive position as she spoke again, idly wondering how she had noticed his sister’s marking as it was facing away on her back leg. She could have seen his as he passed… It was as he was musing about this when the sun darkened, like it was night, or a cloud’s shadow crowded his eyes. His sight was as useful as it was at night, the huntress’ orange markings glowing more brightly than the rest of his surroundings. Yet there was no flicker of fear in his heart, he did not fear like his sister often did without showing it.
Sharp violet eyes glanced lazily at his sister who had shaken her head in reaction to the shadow that had cast in front of her, as if something sticky had had fallen in her face. She was now glaring curiously at the female called Nyx, who had foolishly made an offensive turn first. Obviously she felt threatened to have to make such a show. And Fenrir saw that Sigyn had thought this too in her glittering pale green eyes.
“Nyx. great shadow master.” Sigyn stated, as if introducing her to their surroundings, but not so loudly. She glanced up at the sun, which cast their shadows, and then in turn gave her brother a hard glance. But the other female who called herself Astral momentarily distracted her. ‘Why mess with a powerless wolf like me?’ She also heard her mutter to herself something about the need to get a power for herself. One was not as strong as their power made them, Sigyn knew this, and the power was simply a weapon to be wielded by those intelligent enough to use them. At this thought she glanced with a sour taste in her mouth at Nyx, who she had to admit, had been creative in her use of their own shadows against them. It was the best sort of sorcery, whether physical or mental, to watch one destroy themselves…. Sigyn liked to start to unravel such cases, but with a brute like Fenrir to accompany her, their victories had usually ended others in death, a shorter and less enjoyable death, no matter how long they drew it out for.
“Mess with you?” Sigyn asked, pretending to be hurt by the accusation. “Only if you give a good reason not to.” She added, stopping to pretend other pretenses. If Nyx had felt threatened enough to make a show of her power and Astral also fearing they’d do something, they had at least accomplished something with their presence. She had to admit, Fenrir was a big part of their presence.
“What do you think Nyx?” Pretending to care what she really thought, but she was interested in the sorts of games Nyx played, since it seemed she dabbled with a darker sort of power. Shadows were, of course, servants of the night usually- also powerless without the sun… Clouds started to form above them, blocking out the sun’s light, diminishing their shadows. Sigyn rolled her eyes, irritated that it had taken her brother so long to take the hint.
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Post by Meds on Apr 17, 2017 23:44:30 GMT -5
Nyx;
The brother and sister pair could see through Nyx's shadows better than any other wolf she had encountered. This was oddly interesting, and mildly frusterating at the same time. Ah well—She hadn't gone to Geist for an offensive power. She had requested a power that matched her dark soul. She had been called back from the shadows once before, and therefore it had truly been the only option. The male seemed entirely uninterested and unfrightened, and though his partner reacted more than he had (which in this case, only involved looking up at the sky), it wasn't much. Nyx hadn't meant to start a fight, nor had she meant to intimidate...only show that she wasn't helpless. Admittedly, with her shadows apparently see-through to this pair, she had barely proven that, but it still caused them to pay attention to her. If anything, they wouldn't forget her.
"Nyx. Great shadow master." "So sarcastic?" Nyx asked in her gravelly voice as her bright tail ran across the dirt behind her. Her orange and black eyes danced. Though the female may not have known it, she would indeed be hard pressed to find another level one shadow master as creative and determined as Nyx. In any case, she smiled quietly, as if sharing a joke with herself, and didn't say anything more. The male still hadn't spoken. It was as if the female partner was the mouth of the operation, and he was the stoney defense that stood behind—intimidating and silent. Intimidating was a generous term, however, for if a wolf coudn't be intimidated, what purpose did he serve, truly, when encounters remained civil? Perhaps he would surprise her, yet. Things were awfully boring if every wolf lived up to their expectations. That was one respect that Nyx often shone in. Switching from one mood to another, or one target to the next, she was at least never predictable.
"What do you think, Nyx?" It was Sigyn that had spoken in response to Astral's question. The poor female in the bush probably felt quite outnumbered, considering that she was, indeed, powerless. Poor, poor female. She certainly hadn't expected an encounter like this on her trip to The Barrens that morning. If she had, surely, she never would have come. Nyx fixed Sigyn with an appropriately amused glance. Did this female think she would banter playfully back and forth with her? Even in a jest of cordiality? She glanced to the male, as still as ever, as if waiting for a response. When none was forth coming, black shoulders shrugged and ember-like eyes burned in their sockets.
Nyx's tattoo flared and her shadow spread out below her and began circling her feet. It rose off the ground to ankle-level and swirled in an unending dance. It was hypnotic... entrancing... "What do I think?" She responded to Sigyn but turned to look at Astral. "I think that I wouldn't define a little light-play as 'messing'..." She smiled at the powerless wolf. "But I'm sure, if the four of us worked together, we could try to give you a better definition."
She made eye contact for a moment with Sigyn, to her right. Perhaps this encounter would be fun, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2017 19:56:00 GMT -5
"I could take you on," Astral started, going into a mock battle position. "But I won't." She stood up again, smirking. "Anyways, it's three, really, I'm not like you three." She whisked her tail across the ground, flicking her ears. "I'm more...oh, how should i say this...." She paused, thinking. "Calm...than most evil wolves." She practially boasted. She sat down, she was a few tail lengths away from the other three, she never minded. Her pale blue eyes seemed almost a ghostly white in the sun. Her spots danced across her fur in the slight breeze, and her short fur ruffled in the same breeze.
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Post by tovaana on Apr 21, 2017 0:55:38 GMT -5
She widened her eyes in mock surprise as the one called Astral suddenly crouched into an offensive stance. Sigyn did not hold back the laughter that bubbled up her throat, very hollow and stopped short when Astral stood up. She couldn’t help the uncontrollable giggles that followed. It overlapped some of the words that came from the night wolf, speckled in gray and purple. She was able to choke down and silence the bubbling in her stomach. Her tongue lolled, glancing over at Fenrir with amusement dancing vividly in her sea green eyes.
So this Astral considered herself evil. Sigyn did not discriminate whom she and her brother targeted. Good, neutral, evil – or who claimed to be evil. Their clan had been evil, the ones who had turned on her and killed her litter. They were no more, they had seen to that.
“You are a fool.” She spat, all laughter gone from her voice. She glanced at Nyx then down at her strange shadow, but she was one minded.
“One should never travel alone...” She hissed, voice dripping in venom, the way a snake would lick the air before it struck its prey.
Fenrir’s pale red eyes watched the scene with growing interest. One thing that Fenrir did appreciate was strength, and he enjoyed the little shadow play that Nyx manipulated. He felt Sigyn’s energy start to heat up, and he knew the scene was on the moment of breaking, shattering – not even he knew what would happen. He knew his sister very well, and was usually good and being in sync, they played off each other well. A growl rumbled in his chest, deep and throaty as Sigyn started speak.
Rain started to fall lightly from the sky, from the clouds that had materialized slowly in a wide radius around the group. It was light and harmless, but still Fenrir commanded the rain to bend around he and his sister. He had done it so many times around the two of them, that it was effortless. Eyes shifted over to Nyx with a dry expression, contemplating her bloody appearance. Almost rolling his eyes he reached inwardly for the drops falling over the huntress and commanded those to avoid femme as well. He could move and control his dry bubbles over two, but he would not move the bubble around Nyx- mostly because it would take practice moving three dry area, but also he was not sure she deserved the courtesy quite yet.
The water from the sky started to fall quicker – it was still a light rain, but it would prick as it fell.
Sigyn was pleased with the mood that was being created with the clouds and rains. Her own mark on the back of her leg had been glowing as the rain had started – she was glad that her brother left some dry earth around her, or it was dry long enough for her to feel the pieces of small pebbles, dirt, and dust on the ground and move them along the ground around her. She made sure to meet Astral’s ghostly blue eyes, “Calm… I do think you mean, weak.” A fierce sound exploded from her maw, crouching to pounce, hackles raising, and she made a move as if to leap – but it was not her body that left the ground. Debris that had been shifting at her feet lifted fast and quick, a sort of whirlwind throwing itself into the air and toward the face of Astral.
At the same time the statue came to life, black and green blurred and it only took one giant bound for him to reach Astral who hopefully was momentarily blinded by his sister’s toss of pebbles and dirt. Fenrir’s large body was graceful for his large stature, but he came down hard, aiming for her shoulder- only to pin, not to harm. To spook her. As soon as he had her to the ground, or she had slipped from under him, he was taking another bound over her, sliding in the mud to quicken his turn to face the others. ((So, obviously, you can choose whether or not Sigyn’s blast of sand hits Astral’s face and whether or not Fenrir pins her down, of course >.< ))
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Post by Meds on Apr 22, 2017 12:39:00 GMT -5
Nyx;
Astral got down into a offensive position far too quickly considering her current company, even if it was in jest. Nyx could already tell from the curious duo that any sort of challenge would be answered to with relish—a fact that Astral had apparently missed. She straightened soon enough, but Sigyn was laughing at her. Nyx smiled darkly as well, but did not laugh. The female seemed to be boasting that she was calmer than most evil wolves. Calmer?Nyx's black-where-they-should-be-white eyes narrowed as she frowned at Astral's statement. Was that really something to be proud of? Perhaps... but certainly not around wolves such as this. Sigyn's laughter died as suddenly as it had started, and all at once she had hissed at the night-coloured wolf and it began.
It was perfect. Even the rain had started. The dry ground of The Barrens had no foliage, and so the water pooled and ran, it did not absorb. As such, it was a puddling, muddy mess in a matter of seconds; however... Nyx looked upwards quizzically. The drops were bending around her. The ground around her was still wet, and occassionally a drop or two landed on her, but as a whole, she stayed only damp, instead of dripping. She could see the drops falling towards her, but then peeling off to either side. She brought her head down and looked at Fenrir. So the water tattoo she had caught as he walked by was for Rain—or perhaps River if he was very trained at grabbing at such small pieces of water. Rain, Nyx knew, was harmless at first glance, but especially in such dry conditions, Nyx also knew that if he had a mind, he could create a typhoon that would all but drown them as it pooled over the earth.
Sigyn threw a bunch of dry dirt at the female's eyes, and Fenrir leaped into action. It was so quick, so sudden, that Nyx couldn't help but smile. Astral would have no idea what had hit her. Had she ever interracted with true evil wolves before? She doubted it, considering that the female had had the audacity to give a play-challenge pose when the partners so obviously thrived on that sort of thing.
Nyx had watched and observed all of this from an easy sitting position by the bloody caracsses of her kill. She reguarded it with almost a cool expression. Only after Fenrir had leaped at the female did Nyx jump up from her feet and begin slowly circling the scrap. The shadow's of all three wolves and her own suddenly melted into one, and at first it was just a rolling ball of blackness—but then, it took from and raised onto its haunches. It was a huge shadow wolf, a mix of their four shadows and the sparse bushes'. Shadows darkened when Nyx controlled them. The shadow wolf tossed it's massive head and started to stalk in and out of the fight. It would certainly be distracting, and perhaps a little frusterating, because each time the wolf passed over a competitor, their vision would darken until it moved on again. Nyx circled again, and once more, watching her creation tower over the others. Of course, it would be more frightening at night when the wolves woudn't be able to see through her giant, but as it was in daylight, it was still pretty unsettling. Smiling sharply, Nyx wasn't interested in joining the fight at this time, but if she could enhance the tension, well of course she would.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2017 12:59:36 GMT -5
Astral closed her eyes as sand hit her face, she shook her head. "What the-AGH!" A large mass of muscle pinned her down, and she yelped in surprise. She tried to twist out of it, but shaking her head made her disoriented, confused. Looking up at the wolf that pinned her down, she managed to keep her straight face, but her eyes were filled with surprise and terror. There was no way out from under the large male, and she slumped back. Looking to Nyx, Astral scowled, seeing the large beast made of shadows. She let out a low growl of anger, not to the three, but to herself. 'Well done! Well done you pathetic excuse of an evil wolf! Fool!' The words circled Astral's mind as she looked swiftly around. The words kept repeating in her head, and her vision darkened every now and then, making her even more angered. "I should've never came to this wretched place!" She muttered angrily to herself.
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Post by tovaana on Apr 22, 2017 19:49:13 GMT -5
Fenrir’s pounce had taken his concentration just enough off his ability that while the rain continued, his umbrella’s had vanquished. He could hear Sigyn’s whine and complaint and something about getting wet again. He wasn’t really paying attention. He had hopped off the wolfess, but was still close to her – watching her every move much like an owl does before hurdling down on its prey.
“That would have been an easy solution, wouldn’t it have? If you could know the future.” Fenrir’s low voice rumbled softly.
Sigyn swore as rain started to pelt down on her, this followed with a snarl. “One of these days Fenrir, you must learn how to take water OFF of me, or by the gods, I will find something worse to douse you in.” She was half muttering this to herself, shaking out her pelt. Something moved behind her, then under her – combining with other dark shapes into one large shadow form. While the clouds were out, the sun still cast shadows from where the sun was not hidden. Sigyn had not anticipated her brother’s limits in this fashion. Every time it pranced in front of her, Fenrir came a shadowy ghost, like vision in the night. It was the type of ability that would make a pup or good wolf shudder and fright. Sigyn only saw beauty, slightly annoying beauty, but beauty nonetheless.
After she got over being wet and slightly muddy as water had pooled in under her, she turned her attention back on the wolfess. She heard her brother’s low tones and that made her skin crawl. It was not often that Fenrir spoke, but when he did it was almost the end of the show usually.
“No, if you had known the future, you would have just stayed cooped up in your den… Which I guess you could for the rest of your life, I mean, stay cooped up in your den. Which could get quite dull… Or you could be smart about it. Numbers and strength is your best ally. Alone you are weak.” She glanced with a slight smirk at Nyx then back to the wolfess trembling. It was the only real reason she kept her brother around, and the only reason he kept her around she imagined. They did not enjoy each other’s company that much, only when taking their anger out on the world together. There was sweetness in that she supposed.
The large sea foam and black wolf let the rain fall on him, once wet he didn’t see the reason for making it avoid him. His eyes never left Astral, he was so close to her – hovering almost. “Can I kill her?” His voice rumbled again, quiet, but so low that Sigyn swore she could feel the vibrations in her toes.
“Oh, well that depends entirely on Astral. Have you learned your lesson?” It didn’t really. Raise their hopes, then crush them.
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