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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 21:38:59 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]He'd left his sword and guns in the locker before coming here. To present a weapon to Kalidas was both rude and in bad taste, neither of which were traits that could be considered wise when coming before a goddess. Instead, he had only his offering to present. It wasn't standard fare, and had nothing to do with his usual job, but he had a sneaking suspicion that this Hunt was one that most Hunters couldn't have pulled off. He pulled the item from his pouch, unwrapping the cloth that he had used to keep it separate from the rest of his belongings.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he closed the door most of the way to dissuade any other Hunters from following him in. The statues seemed to follow him with their eyes as he crossed the long room to toward the altar. He wasn't fool enough to not be afraid of his goddess, especially after having met her once, but his continued livelihood depended on keeping her happy. Presenting her with regular offerings was a part of that. Acting in spite of fear was another. At the foot of the largest statue, he went down on one knee and then the other, laying out the large tooth and lighting a couple of sticks of incense. Once the offering was set out, he sat back on his heels and bowed his head.
He sat there silently for a few minutes, but he looked up as he heard the door open behind him. Standing was mostly an instinctive notion that came from a life where ambush was a real possibility. The fact that he didn't have a single weapon on his person was not helping with his nerves, even though he was in the heart of the Guild. Perhaps preparing to meet with the goddess had made him a little more jumpy than necessary, but who could blame him?
Once he saw who was coming in, he relaxed by a degree, his fist loosening.
"I didn't think the retired needed to make offerings any more," he commented, his voice echoing in the open space.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Mar 2, 2017 1:29:14 GMT
[attr="class","drklyric3"]The Righteous Side of Hell
 [attr="class","drktags"]// 345 words // [attr="class","drktags"]// Kalidas @orion // [attr="class","drktags"]// theme // [attr="class","drkcred"]// made by NOVA // | [attr="class","drkbody"]It had been a long time since his last proper offering to his goddess. Weekly prayers and offerings of spiced pumpkin slices were all well and good, but nothing compared with a trophy gained on the hunt. Daniel spared a glance at the notched length of steel resting on his shoulder. It wasn’t a bone that he could carve a prayer into, but it was a relic what was perhaps his greatest achievement as a hunter, retired or otherwise. Perhaps the Huntress would be impressed by the act in and of itself. He hoped so, for his sake and for that of the Guild.
He was almost surprised to see the doors to the chapel open. The halls had seemed mostly empty during his trek. Attrition was playing hell with the Guild’s ranks and it wasn’t going to get much better any times so; not unless he did something at least. He pushed the doors open, gritting his teeth against the sharp pain of his ribs grinding together. The smell of stale blood and antiseptic hit him in almost the same breath as Orion’s words. A ghostly grin graced his features upon sighting the young wolf.
“Hey, just ‘cause I’m retired don’t mean that I don’t give the Huntress Her due,” Daniel said. “And besides, I think She’ll like this one right here.” He motioned to the cutlass he carried and chuckled. His ribs reminded him of their condition a second later and caused his breath to hitch in his chest.
“Yep, that was a bad idea. Need ta not breathe as much.” Daniel joined Orion at the foot of the Huntress’s statue, placed his own offering at the foot, and lit his own incense. He offered a quick prayer to his patron goddess that reaffirmed his loyalty and made his presence known. Hopefully what he’d learned of the gods and their ways would help keep him alive. “So, I see you’ve got somethin’ yerself. Guessin’ you’ll have a story ya brought back from the trail ta tell when this is all over, eh kid?”
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Post by Kalidas on Mar 5, 2017 4:43:44 GMT
Whilst the pup and alpha spoke with among one another, Kalidas had remained in her position behind the many baroque composite columns. The only part of the tall Goddess that could have been seen if the two had paid attention were her silted pupils staring out from the darkness. Those, however, would be gone in the single second it took a mere human to blink before it was repositioned closer to them. The movements created by the Goddess where as silent as mouse and quick as a cheetah. The amount of time she had been within her Chapel would remain unknown to the mortals and nor did she feel the urge to make herself known to them at this point in time.
Slowly, she crept across the floor, watching the men from her perspective. The Huntress came to stand directly behind her masculine statue. Joyfully, she pressed her blue form against it with a pleasurable sharp tooth smile. Bending down just slightly, her eyes would peer at the humans with a look a hungry animal. Finally, a small chuckle escaped from her as she disappeared behind her masculine self. Her long claws ringers snaked out around the said statue to stroke at its breast. ”Orion.” A overly sweet voice called out in a sing-song manner towards the young pup. A small giggle would soon follow after it all the while her claws dragged down the front of the well presented statue. ”Lorne.” There was a small pause but her claws remained on course of molesting the statue, moving all the way down to the alter to snatch the tooth that would then disappear in the shadow of the statue.
”It’s been so long, so terribly, terribly long.” Sneaking out from behind the statue to move into the light it was clear to see that the Goddess didn’t care whose company she was in, her clothing very hardly there and barely covering modest areas. The only thing that kept her from being completely nude was her bits of armor and fur. Around her neck, rested the new tooth strung on a line of string that held similar teeth attached it. Her hair was ever in thick dreadlocks, decorated with small trinkets and a pair of bull horns that without a doubt once belonged to a magi.
A pair of cold eyes slide over in Daniel’s direction. With an amused noise she leaned up against her statue, ”And so much longer for you, my old Alpha. “ A small tisk came from her for just a mere moment as she took the two men in with an attentive eye. It was at that moment that her face housed an even larger smile that soon decreased into one of pure interest. ”Ah, now that is unusual what is that you have there, hm?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 21:10:13 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]There was a hitch in the old wolf's movement, which Orion noticed at once. Although they had ridden to the island around the same time, they hadn't gone together or returned together. Even so, Orion could guess where he'd gotten whatever injury was making him move like that. Orion's wounds were stitched and still healing, so he was hardly one to judge for taking a hit against the Spirits. The fire Spirit had been the toughest opponent he'd ever faced. From the looks of things, Daniel felt similar about the experience.
Orion was about to answer as such when he heard the voice. He would have had to be dead not to recognize Her voice, especially considering that she was saying his name. He turned and saw her clawed hands moving over her statue, and he knelt again to show his respect. He didn't bow his head, because he was no sycophant, but he gave her the respect she deserved. Even having her in the room was enough to make his heart race, as if he was being stared down by a predator. In a way, she was the ultimate predator. She was the Hunter upon which all of their skills were based. And yet as nervous as it made him, there was a kind of adrenaline that came from being in her presence, one that was unmatched by anything else.
"Milady," he answered her. "You honor us with your presence."
He was gratified to see her accept the tooth he'd left as an offering. It had been a while since he'd summoned her, but it had been less long since he'd left her tribute. He still did that on a fairly regular basis, even with the upheaval in his life that was the result of his brother returning, as well as the information he'd learned from the broker. He still fulfilled the purpose that he'd taken upon himself when he'd joined the Guild.
He didn't dare say anything else, since she was talking to Daniel at that moment. Politeness was of utmost importance when dealing with the goddess, especially if you didn't want to be dismembered. She wasn't even particularly gentle with the people who pleased her, as he could recall from the last time he'd done this.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Mar 6, 2017 8:28:43 GMT
[attr="class","drklyric3"]The Righteous Side of Hell
[attr="class","drktags"]// 345 words // [attr="class","drktags"]// Kalidas | @orion // [attr="class","drktags"]// Nice to see you again... // [attr="class","drkcred"]// made by NOVA // | [attr="class","drkbody"]There was an almost palpable change in the air, a charge that made the hair on the back of Daniel’s neck stand fully erect. The old wolf’s hackles were raised and the adrenaline was flowing through him like a current. He scanned the echoing space of the chapel while he spoke with the young wolf, catching just the vaguest hints of another pair of eyes upon them before they disappeared moments later. A smile etched itself upon his features. Like a cat toying with a mouse, the Huntress was playing a game with her prey, an idea that both amused and alarmed him. He would wait for his goddess to reveal herself to the two of them; it wouldn’t have been prudent to interrupt Her in the middle of Her fun and most likely detrimental to his well-being.
He wouldn’t have to wait long as the Huntress appeared to have finally tired of Her game and sauntered around the statue. A slight dip of his head followed as he lowered himself to a knee. “Great Huntress. It’s been far too long.” The words came out as apologetic, almost expressing a sense of guilt. His last “proper” offering—or at least one that he deemed worthy of a summons—had been years ago.
“It is a gift, Huntress,” Daniel answered. “A trophy taken from a recent hunt; the sword of a spirit slain by my hand. I wanted to offer it to You and ask that I rejoin the pack. My fangs are still sharp and spirits are prey worthy of my skill.” Flowery speech that was tellingly out of character for the man, a symbol of his complete and utter respect for the wild, predatory being before him. How long had he spent practicing for this moment? Who could say? His only prayer was that She would lend him Her ear and not disembowel him.
There was still far too much left for him to accomplish for him to die now. Better to be a martyr that a victim to the whims of his patron.
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Post by Kalidas on Mar 8, 2017 3:10:10 GMT
Honored. Yes, of course, they would have to be honored by her presence, who wouldn’t be? Any fool worth their salt knew it was best to keep her happy in anyway possible otherwise they suffered beneath her sharp heel. She offered her pack a smile of acknowledgment that was meant to be amused but came off rather predatory then anything else. Turning her attention away from the two of them she took a moment to glance at her self within the reflection of her man chest. A moment later she returned her attention to them by taking three steps forward. ”Honored, yes. Long, yes. Both statements are true.” Her words came out hurriedly as she waved a single clawed hand in the air as if she could not be bothered with the basics. In truth, she could honestly careless with these two. They both were faithful and thus she liked them to a certain extent.
Though she spoke to both her words soon where redirected towards Daniel even though her body moved towards Orions. ”A gift? Hmm?” She seemed as interested in his words as she was of Orion. He looked much stronger before though as tense as a board. Perfect, chuckling softly she circled the poor human like a cheetah looking for a weak spot. Her eyes never left the hunter as she spoke towards Daniel. Every so often, she would pause briefly to touch the poor human on the face or chest in passing to allow her claws to harmless graze across flesh and cloth. ”A weapon from a spirit slain, hm. Interesting, it has been such a long time sense someone has dared to offer me something from a spirit. I feel rather flattered at seeing that weapon.” Moving around behind Orion, a single claw traced itself fully around his neck like a gentle feather, a sharp feather. Not a single drop of blood was spilled as
She came to a sudden stop at the base of Orions neck and looked over him to stare at Daniel for the first time. ”Rejoin the pack? HA!” Her laugh was loud and short before she continued her fondling of Orion. ”I’ll humor you on this, dear Alpha. Tell me, why is it you wish to return to my hunting grounds? Is it for Spirits alone or is there something else that catches your old eyes?” Her eyes dropped towards Orion then, her hand now working through his dark locks. ”And what of you, Pup? Are you seeking something from me as well? Heh, don't let the cat keep a hold of your tongue, Darling...otherwise, it might not let go.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2017 14:01:08 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Orion was very still as Kalidas began to circle him, as if he was a deer she was looking to fell. She was the Huntress, and as much as he was usually the one doing the Hunting, he'd also become keenly aware of what it felt like to be on the other side of that. The memory sent chills running down his spine, but he held his ground. Much as she treated anyone and everyone like they were there for her to hunt, he was one of her wolves, not prey. The contact made the hair stand on the back of his neck and arms, but he knew better than to flinch away. He would not be so much of a coward as to back away from her. She probably wouldn't have liked him if he had been. He tried not to even blink more than necessary, even as her claws touched his skin. They were sharp, deadly as she was, but she wasn't breaking the skin.
Was it weird that his body was reacting to her touch? Yes. Yes, it was super fucking weird. But there was something oddly intimate about it, and he would have had to have been dead not to notice that the goddess was beautiful. Wild... otherworldly, yes. But beautiful. He could feel himself flushing, and he only hoped that it didn't show on his face. He had no idea how the Goddess would have taken it. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to lessen the sensation. She could see into the hearts of her followers, but what else could she see?
At Daniel's words, his eyes flicked over in surprise. The old wolf wanted to become an active Hunter again? Orion couldn't imagine why. Things weren't exactly going well at the Guild. Maybe that was the reason. They had discussed how it bothered Daniel, how the Guild wasn't training up the younger generation. At the time, Orion had been too consumed with his own quest for revenge to care too much about it, as long as he kept breathing himself. But times were changing. Perhaps the time had come to consider the future for the Guild, or the future that wouldn't be there if they didn't change something.
His eyes closed as the breath stopped in his throat. She had her claws on his scalp now, and he was definitely starting to react, bizarre as it was. She had to know what she was doing. His nerves were taut, and it was all he could do to start breathing again.
"I want to see the Guild flourish," he said, trying to disguise the strain in his voice. "If that means that we expand to Hunt Spirits, I'm all for it. The tokens we have retrieved from our Hunts... they prove that it is possible."
It was easier to think straight when he was talking, when his mind was on something other than the Huntress at his back and the sensation of her hands on him.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Mar 10, 2017 7:43:18 GMT
[attr="class","drklyric3"]The Righteous Side of Hell
[attr="class","drktags"]// 306 words // [attr="class","drktags"]// @orion | Kalidas // [attr="class","drktags"]// better you than me... // [attr="class","drkcred"]// made by NOVA // | [attr="class","drkbody"]Daniel dipped his head again when the Huntress expressed how she was pleased with his offering. The image of a housecat toying with a helpless mouse rose once again in Daniel’s mind as he watched Kalidas circle Orion. Though he felt a twinge of pity for the young pup, his sympathy was tinged with a hint of… what? Jealousy? Resentment? It was hard not to look upon the goddess and not covet Her attention. The wildness of her form, the quiet tones of her voice, and the pale blue skin bared for all to see stirred something primal in him; something base and full of want. He forced away the disrespectful thought and focused on his relief that he wasn’t the target of Her… affections; that Orion was wound taut like a coiled spring was proof enough that it wasn’t an entirely enjoyable experience.
“Hunting the spirit was… the best one since I joined the Guild,” he began, the memory of the battle firing his blood even now. “I want more of that feeling, that rush. Magi ain’t as fun anymore. Not enough of ‘em left ta offer a challenge and the ones that are too strong to hunt alone.” He gave Orion a pointed stare that he might’ve recognized from their time training together. The young wolf was progressing quickly and it did him proud.
“If You allow me to return to Your hunting grounds, I’ll train the young wolves how to hunt prey. Some of ‘em have gotten soft and blunted their fangs on easy prey.” His attention shifted to the cutlass he took as a trophy to offer to his patron, running the tips of his fingers over the weapon to disguise the pause he took to chew his words. “They will need ta be strong so that the pack doesn’t die out.”
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Post by Kalidas on Mar 12, 2017 4:18:35 GMT
It brought great joy to the Goddess to see the pup wither beneath her claws. Not a single tense muscle, shifted gaze, or reaction escaped her notice. Toying with the human was starting to become her favorite past time when it was he who called out to her. But alas, she couldn’t always keep her claws on him as he was not alone in this summoning. Still, her hand worked through his hair delicately until it finally moved itself down his spine. Show followed it all the way down to the very end and allowed her hand to linger there for a brief moment until she finally removed herself from the younger male.
Her stride carried her easily her over into the next bubble to invade, Daniel’s. Her hands did not reach out to him but instead took their place to firm rest on her well rounded bare hips. Feline eyes narrowed dangerously at the elder human as she took the time to appraise him in the way a butcher inspected their stalk before slaughter. He would soon find himself being circled in much the same manner as Orion, however, less intimate. She liked what she saw and his spirit appeared the blaze with such passion that she took his request into consideration. ”Aren’t fun? But aren’t they? They scream, they cry, and they bleed. The more powerful they are the more entertaining it is to take them down. However, you prove a point nonetheless.” She paused in her words as she became rooted to the spot behind Daniel. Leaning on him fully she would rest her chin upon his shoulder, claws drumming against his breast.
”Mmm, my pack has become duller within the last few years.” Her gaze captured Orions, smiling at him while she contemplated both of their views. She hardly wanted her children to die out as that would become boring for her and as much as she loved to watch her children bask in the bed of others; she much rather watch them spill the blood of equally pleasing game. But her Guild was losing sight of their goals and the hunts took far longer then she would of liked. Not to mention she had other goals to obtain that where unattainable at the moment and if all of the magi died out her goal would never be reached. Nor would the future of her children look very bright.
”So, in short. You.” A single claw pushed its way into Daniels chest just enough to pierce through his clothing and the first layer of flesh. It could hardly be called anything more then a weak puncture wound, and nothing life threating. However, it would be rather irritating. ”Wish to return to me, retrain my pack, and then hunt a secondary game of the past?” In that instant her claw removed itself from Daniel and pointed towards Orion with a small amount of blood flicking off. ”And you, you support this ideal? In hopes, of course, it will make us stronger and able to carry onto the future with greater power. Am I correct in this or is there more?” She withdrew herself from Daniel then but this did not stop her from caressing his face and the weapon he had presented to her.
While she moved back towards her statue she pondered the options. It had been roughly eight years sense the mere idea of hunting spirits was even a thought to the Goddess. It used to be a large part of her hunts until her gaze fell upon a particular Goddess that capture her attention fully. But now with her prize out of sight and unknown she had to play the waiting game and it was something she did not approve of in the slightest.
Still, the neglect of her children’s needs had no excuse great enough to cover her downfall. Her children needed to regroup and have a new purpose on the side while the magi would still remain her main source of entertainment. There had to be a second playing field or an imbalance might occur and cause that fucking owl to get in her business. Maybe it was time to put Spirits back on the hunting list before things got of hand but its only been eight years.
Feline eyes narrowed with discontent. While the points where clear as day she wasn't sure if she wanted to hunt anything else other then the living, breathing, thinking, crying magi. They where fun. They broke so well and each adapted into a different creature when shoved into a cage. Her thoughts went back and forth with the pros and cons of adding the Spirits back to the roster.
"Mmmm...Spirits." Silence filled the chapel for a good long moment. "You say they are worth the time and a great challenge?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2017 16:20:37 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Orion let a long breath exhale as she finally moved away from him, taking those sharp claws with her. He had no doubt that she enjoyed toying with him, since she never let the opportunity pass, whenever they were face to face like this. He'd have been lying if he tried to say that he didn't enjoy it in some way, but more than anything it was nerve-wracking. He'd seen more than a couple of Hunters in the Guild who carried scars from displeasing the goddess, and most of those hadn't even occurred when she'd been present. She was not to be taken lightly.
He watched as she treated Daniel to the same kind of attention, though her claws actually pierced him. It wasn't deep, but Orion had to wonder if there wasn't a certain amount of displeasure that she had with Daniel, perhaps because it had been so long? Maybe not. If she was displeased, he was fairly sure that Daniel wouldn't be breathing. Instead, Orion recognized satisfaction on her face as she seemed to look for something that only she could see. Perhaps she could see how genuinely Daniel wanted this. Only an idiot would ever try to lie to her, but he had spent enough time with Daniel to know that he didn't take the request lightly.
The idea that Magi weren't fun to hunt... When did fun ever come into it? Sure, there was a certain element of enjoyment that came with meeting a challenge with all of your skill, and coming out on top, but that wasn't exclusive to Magi. The Spirit had proved that. But calling it fun... It kind of missed the point, as far as Orion was concerned. It didn't take the task as seriously as it deserved, when people were dying. It was part of the reason that so many Hunters were becoming the hunted. The newbies treated the Hunt like some kind of game.
"That's all," Orion said, inclining his head in the smallest of nods. "The Guild has suffered many losses in recent months. I believe that this change will strengthen us."
Maybe with the goddess's support, they would be able to turn things around, and begin to build in strength, instead of slowly bleeding out through attrition.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Mar 29, 2017 3:45:45 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell." Daniel nodded head at the goddess’s affirmation of his belief. Though She seemed to disagree at least in part, his main point had been seen and acknowledged as valid and that was a major step in the right direction. The smile that threatened to break out across his lips died even as it began to form as the Huntress leaned against him. His heart raced at Her touch and he forced himself not to lean into the press of her breasts against his back. He closed his eyes and forced his breaths to come slowly, a rhyme that was slightly interrupted when the claw pierced his skin.
Daniel cursed himself for the momentary showing of even the slightest weakness as the claw retracted from his chest and thin trickle of blood began to flow. His shoulders relaxed completely as he mentally recited a prayer to the very being at his back. Then, he replied with, “That’s exactly right, Huntress. I believe that it’ll make us stronger for the hunts to come.” His eyes opened slightly once he felt the Huntress pull away, caressing his face and the cutlass he offered. He watched the goddess saunter over to the statue that did nothing to represent Her true form, forcing himself to focus the brunt of his attention on a spot just above Her head rather than the seductive curves of Her sleek frame.
His head dipped once more. “I’ve fought one an’ it was one of the best fights of my life. I’ll be trainin’ the pups if You’ll allow; the challenge will sort out the weak ones.” And the sad fact was that the Pack was only as strong as its weakest member; he could only prepare the new bloods for so much before they had to rely on their own fangs. |
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Post by Kalidas on Apr 3, 2017 3:39:52 GMT
Circling her tall statue in thought a single claw would scrap against its well made surface. The high pitched sound hardly bother the blue Goddess as she circled it a few times before grasping the end the spear the statue held. Spinning on her toes she gazed at hunters with a look of interest. ”Well, I suppose the two of you are correct. Weak pups have entered the pack and that is less then pleasing. I was hoping that some would show some promise in one form or another, but alas that has yet to happen.”
”The loses have been, unfortunately but it also weeds up the useless ones.” Running the palm of her hand up and down the shaft of the weapon in thought she seemed to be coming to a conclusion. Her hunters speak of magi becoming less then perfect pray and harder to kill. She believed that in itself should be entertaining enough and pleasing enough for her children. But alas, hunting the same game could become quite tedious. Perhaps, it would be best the mix things up a bit and return partly to the older hunts? It would get her hunters in better shape, occupy their time, and perhaps allow them to experience better hunts. Though magi would still greatly remain on the hunting pyramid in her eyes.
”Yes, I can see very clearly that you have fought one.” A single clawed hand waved itself at the weapon the older one had brought to make a point. ”Unless that weapon came from a very large squirrel of enormous proportions, I advise you not to point out what can clearly be seen.” Yellow eyes narrowed for half a second before she rounded about behind the statue and disappeared from their vision. ”If you believe it will make you stronger and prove to be an interesting thing to slay then you have my blessings to fight the Spirits as well as training the young ones before they all die out like a disease.”
A sudden clicking would sound behind Orion and if he was smart enough he would not make any sudden moves while the Goddess hand ran up his spine. ”Do as you see fit to get my hunters in shape. I expect a great deal from the two of you.” Moving away from Orion she came to a sudden stop between the two humans and with a tap of her chin in thought she quickly spun on her feet. ”Actually, I take that back. I will expected a great deal more from you two starting right now. If you want to hunt Spirits then you shall with my favor, however, I have a job for you both.” Looking between the two humans she sized them up for all that they where worth to her at this moment and in the future.
“Find Arithelia.”
For a brief moment it seemed like silence suddenly slammed into the Chapel full force. The eyes of the Huntress rested upon them in such a way it would not be ideal to deny her in any form. Knowing her followers she would allow them to process her words, knowing full well questions would be asked. Her gaze however would quickly move away from Daniel and firmly burn a hole into Orion's soul, much the same as it would Daniels but far worse.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2017 13:54:55 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] don't even know what i'm fighting for just know i can't stop fighting. [attr="class","monalisa"]Orion went still again as he felt the goddess touching his spine again, and he felt a line of tingles. It always felt like such a tightrope, interacting with Kalidas. On the one hand, he was completely devoted to her service, and she knew it. That usually kept him from earning too much of her ire. On the other hand, she enjoyed toying with him, and the fact that she could kill him in any number of horrible ways meant that he could never relax around her. He would have been lying to say that it wasn't one of the aspects of her that he enjoyed. But all the same, he knew better than to move when she was having her fun. He closed his eyes, releasing a long, slow breath.
His eyes opened again as he heard her come to a stop beside him, and he looked up at her. Her request... There was a thrill of fear that ran through him at the idea that she'd presented, but also a level of excitement. She wanted them to hunt... a goddess? Granted, he didn't know a lot about the goddess of Magi, but he knew that mortals who messed with the gods were the first to die a horrible death. Then again, she hadn't said that she wanted him to kill Arithelia. Just find her. And if Kalidas was asking him to find Arithelia, that meant that the goddess was on the mortal plane. Did that make her mortal? Probably not. But if Arithelia was dead... that meant that all of the Magi would be, too.
"And once we find her," Orion said, his voice husky to disguise the grim satisfaction he felt at the idea, "what do you want us to do?"
He would never assume that he was capable of even harming a goddess, much less killing one. But if Kalidas wanted him dead, there were faster, and probably more entertaining ways to do it. No, odds were that she wouldn't give him an impossible task. Probably, Kalidas herself would be the one doing the actual killing. It was an interesting idea, that Kalidas would send Daniel and himself to hunt down what was basically the ultimate Magi and then some. Her demise would accomplish everything that the Guild existed for. But then again, there would be no more Magi to hunt. He was sure that Kalidas would find a suitable alternative, if that was ever the case.
The more he thought of the idea, the harder it was to suppress the excitement. This would be the quarry of a lifetime, and the goddess had chosen him. Him, and the most capable old wolf that Orion could think of.
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Post by Daniel Caim on Apr 17, 2017 13:53:26 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell." Daniel dipped his head once again; his goddess had granted him Her blessing to return to the Guild and properly train the next generation. Already his skull was practically abuzz with thoughts of how to best prepare and shape up and coming Hunters. Orion would be the first in a long line of apprentices that he would take, and they in turn would take apprentices of their own once he knew they were ready. It would take time, he knew, but the days of the Guild’s negligence were over. He’d guide them down the path of honor and reclaim the glory and—more importantly—the respect of the great tales.
It was in the midst of these dreams of grandeur that Daniel’s ears perked at the command that his goddess had for him. At first, the old wolf thought that he’d miss heard, but that notion was quickly dispelled as the illusion it was.
Find Arithelia.
A smile began tugging at the corners of his mouth as his hands began to tremble with anticipation. What his goddess had commanded… It was nothing short of the greatest hunt imaginable! Daniel felt his hands begin to clench and unclench at thought, his fingers longing to wrap around Blackhammer’s grip. When he felt his goddess’s eyes burrowing into his soul, the old wolf returned Her gaze and did not dare falter; to do so would’ve been the greatest disrespect. It would be plain for all present that Daniel shared in the same grim satisfaction that Orion felt. Perhaps not for the same reasons, but certainly no less because of it.
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Post by Kalidas on Apr 21, 2017 3:15:54 GMT
It seemed something about Orion always captured the Goddess eye but what it was would always remain unknown as she moved towards him. Her steps rhythmic upon approach while her hands reached out to touch his face. ”What shall you do with her?” She cooed ever so sweetly, fingers working through those thick dark locks like a familiar lover. Her claws moved through them delicately to part his hair here and there before finally forming comfortably around the back of his skull. Slowly she dragged him towards her by his head alone at first and then ended those sweet touches when she forcefully drew him in to her.
Drawing his head back as far as it go without snapping she proceed to bare her fangs at the pup. ”You will do nothing with her. You will not harm her. You will not take her to that University of yours nor will you inform anyone of that place what you know. I will decide what is to be done with her. You will only find her and call for my attention, Orion Lorne.” With the end of each sentence her teeth became uncomfortably close to his jugular to the point of brushing against it.
Her gaze quickly snapped over to the elder hunter with a primal rage. Her usually well kept dreadlocks had bristled outwards with a life of their own. ”Do I make myself clear to the both of you. Not a single hair shall be harmed upon her head. I want her alive and in good health!” At some point in her tantrum Orion’s feet had left the floor for a good moment that passed perhaps to slowly for him. Once she was certain she made her point clear Orion would be dropped unceremoniously to the floor and Kalidas would round to Daniel.
Claws wrapped about Daniels’ chin as she neared him in the same violent manner. ”Arithelia is mine and no one else’s to play with. You will make sure she is well taken care of when I come for her won't you?” As quickly as her anger came it left her whole form returned to being a softer version. Releasing the elder human she adjusted his top and hair with a small chuckle. ”I would hate to have to flay your lovely skin from your bones. But you two will make me happy won't you? My sweet hunters. "
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