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Sanctuary (Open)
« on: May 24, 2009, 04:16:19 am »
It wasn't often that the pack paid a visit to the River of Souls, but when they did it was always a monumental occasion. The Worger Pack always spent a very long time by the river side, performing rituals and taking peace in the honour of their fallen. It was the one place they, also known as the tamer-of-beasts by some of the other packs, would reign in and collect themselves. Men who would normally be seen as terrifying to anyone not of the Worger Pack would be seen in a rare subdued state. For blood rivals and long time enemies, it was more disturbing than their shock on the battlefield.

The water's current was strong by collected, a good sign by their standards. Their fallen brethren would be safely and swiftly carried off to passing, as if the gods themselves held them fast to their bosom and delivered them to the peaceful destination. If the river was too violent, the pack would have to wait for the troubled river to settle its harshness, usually believed to be caused by the disrespect of other packs. Too gentle, and the journey would be uncertain. A wave of relief could be felt rushing through the Worgers as they, one by one, knelt respectfully on the bank.

Serenity was a trait Sventri Demsk always found when left alone with nature. Although the Worger Pack's berserker, he was also The Cursed. Curled up in the dirt a few metres out from the edge of the group with a hand curled around loose, cool soil, Sven was nearly in a trance. The only sign that he hadn't turned to stone was the occasional compulsive twitch of the wing stubs on his back. Even the pack could tell the good this place did for him; it was a rare moment indeed when he wasn't mumbling to himself.

Sven clenched his teeth and snapped out of it. As The Cursed, he was not allowed to participate in most clan rituals. While he appreciated the area around the river, it was also dreadfully boring. With no one too worried about where he wandered off to, he scuttled away on his hands and knees in search of something to do before the main ritual started. Sven may be a little odd, but he wasn't stupid or disrespectful. He would pay his quiet observation to the passing ceremony when the time came.

For now, there was strange new people and places to investigate.
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« Reply #1 on: May 24, 2009, 11:17:21 am »
There was another uncommon visiting pack at the River. Even without the light blue distinguishing symbol stitched onto the right sleeve of the members' worn but sturdy clothes, there was something that set the pack of the Ghost apart that wasn't always terribly apparent- maybe it was that oddly steady, intelligent look in the eyes- without a trace of the fear or paranoia that infested the undercity- common to the entire pack. The pack did not participate in the common Midhaven rituals with the same fervor as most (and some they subtly omitted entirely); but they nonetheless respected the beliefs; they were here to mingle with the other packs a little and remember those that had fallen, though they had no recent losses.

Vincent wandered a little apart from his pack for the moment, watching the currents in the river roil and ripple, almost mesmerized. Blinking, he shook his head, snapping himself out of his momentary reverie. The endlessly shifting play of light and reflection on the water was beautiful- in a land where anything remotely aesthetic was rare- though the occasional interruption by corpses or debries spoiled the effect somewhat. Hands in his pockets, the tall man turned from the river, casting his pale gaze over the other Midhaven inhabitants passing around. The scuttling man with malformed wings caught his eye and Vincent offered a friendly nod of greeting- gentle-natured as he was, few creatures, however mutated, were exempt from being offered the figurative hand of friendship.

At least until that hand got bitten.
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« Reply #2 on: May 24, 2009, 12:42:32 pm »
Sventri's pleasant scuttle towards a row of bushes was interrupted as he noticed another pack- and in particular, a very tall and odd looking man. His movements slowed at he stared back in raw curiousity and he drifted to a half when he caught sight of his eyes. Whatever reason this tall, airy like man had for nodding his head was completely lost on the berserker and for a while, all he did was stare. Odd man, he thought to himself while his fingers twitched a few times impulsively.

“Gone, drifted leaf...” Sven mumbled. Yes, his eyes didn't make him seem altogether there.Craaaazy, hee...” With a grin, he tapped his own forehead and cautiously approached the man like a child going to take a closer look at a beast in the wild. Sventri slid down a mound of dirt on all fours, although he had given up his knees for his feet in order to be faster and more manoeuvrable.

His curiosity only peaked again when he caught sight of the tall man's eyes once again. What caused them to appear as they did like that? Sventri came to a steady halt a few metres away and resumed his childlike curious stare. Tentatively he reached out his left hand to the stranger, poised as if ready to grab onto something.

“Aaah,” he sighed gently. Touching him would reveal if he was just as airy as his eyes looked. Was he real? If he was real, was he soft? Was he solid? All these questions needed to be answered, and could be with a simple little touch.
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Re: Sanctuary (Open)
« Reply #3 on: May 24, 2009, 01:35:06 pm »
Vincent watched the other man (creature?), his ageless gaze gentle, open and curious, with the slightest of quizzical tilts to his head. The other Midhavener was strange, certainly, but then weren't they all? Not much tended to shock Vince when he'd lived in the undercity all his life and remembered every bit of it with perfect clarity- not to mention significant parts that weren't his. Noting the mutant's movement, the memory weaver blinked and slowly extended a hand towards the other figment's outreached one, uncertain. "Hello." he offered, his naturally soft voice mellow and friendly.
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« Reply #4 on: May 24, 2009, 02:31:02 pm »
Sventri paused his progress when the tall man reached his own hand out. It didn't take long for him to feel confident that the gesture wasn't an aggressive or harmful one. Still, it suddenly made him nervous- what if it was deceit? His expression shifted to one of uneasy, guarded concentration and he hurriedly pressed a finger harshly into the man's. This place was off limits for fights, but you could never be sure absolutely every individual would uphold it. Sventri knew this; Sventri was smart. Odd, but smart.

Dirt kicked up as Sven quickly retreated a few paces almost monkey like, looking over his shoulder for the stranger's reaction. He stopped and considered him for another moment. So his eyes were wispy, but his body was the same solid flesh as he. What a very peculiar person! If there had been any rumours or legends going around about him, they had never registered on the little mutant's mind.

Sven turned around to face him once again, his lips slightly puckered and hands nervously gripping whatever loose soil they could find. As he stretched out his neck in the man's direction, he blew a bit of air at him and smiled wide.

“Whoooooosh! Hu... Some some,” he blurted, as if it made perfect sense. “Arid moonlight twilight sky, yessss?”
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« Reply #5 on: May 24, 2009, 02:58:28 pm »
The man blinked and flinched slightly at the unexpected force behind the mutant's prod. When the other creature withdrew, Vince returned his hand to the pocket of his sturdy but much-worn coat, leaning against a nearby old metal strut to watch the other man with the same gentle curiosity. "I suppose." Vincent replied affably as the other spoke, as if this all made perfect sense. A pause. "Are you all right?" he added after a moment. It was perhaps a rhetorical question- but the well-meaning figment could never really let things go if he percieved that someone else might be in need of any sort of assistance that he could possibly render. A kind of 'good Samaritan' streak that would almost certainly get him killed one day.
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« Reply #6 on: May 26, 2009, 12:45:17 am »
Blond brows furrowed as if the words Vincent spoke were crazy or meant to mislead him. Sventri considered him for a moment and shifted position into something a little more comfortable and relaxed. Obviously, this bloke wasn't too smart! Realising this, he dropped the suspicion from his face and smiled again. Clearly eager to solve this problem and proud that he figured out the solution, the man scurried over to the dreamy eyed giant once again. Enthusiastically, he stood up on his feet as far as his normally curled and crouched body could, and thrust his marked right hand at Vincent's face.

“Dark, stormy under... No, no cover no,” Sven mumbled more to himself than in attempts to explain the scar brand. Besides, everyone knew what it meant! Only The Cursed carried the symbol and that would excuse everything. It was much easier, and far less frustrating.

“Hee!” he grinned again, fingers wiggling a little.
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« Reply #7 on: May 26, 2009, 02:38:39 pm »
Vincent blinked in alarm and flinched again slightly as the other man approached, and briefly riffled through his memory for a match to the symbol so precipitously thrust into his face- his eyes went unfocused as he did so. After a moment, it came to him- the pack of the Ghost didn't use the mark, but he'd seen it before through the eyes of others, so to say, and knew its meaning.

His gaze refocused and softened into gentle, genuine sympathy with a trace of sadness- not the most common state of mind in Midhaven, but one with which Vincent was all too familiar. "...I'm sorry." he answered presently, voice soft. His hand twitched as he suppressed an urge to touch the creature's hand and take a look at his memory threads; perhaps something could be done. But no- it was far too public an area, and besides, he wouldn't interfere unless the other man wished it.
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« Reply #8 on: May 28, 2009, 12:59:26 am »
Vincent's sympathy baffled Sventri and for a moment he thought perhaps he'd just upset the crazy man somehow. It wasn't within his ability to realise his story was a sad one, and in fact he thought it was quite a happy one. The little human retracted his hand in confusion and took a look at his scar himself, in case anything had changed. But it hadn't. He rolled backwards to sit on the ground and looked up at the dreamer with a worried, confused expression on his face.

Sventri suddenly hopped up to his feet with a squee of excitement and a cheerful grin on his face. Without warning, he pounced the man and attempted to climb up his body. If he was upset or sad, well, Sven would just have to correct that! He scrambled to try and push his fingers into Vincent's face and manipulate his features into a wide, happy grin.
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« Reply #9 on: June 01, 2009, 12:41:56 am »
Blank didn't often come down to the River. Her tribe didn't send many people down the River, only when they were unfit to be eaten. She didn't have the rest of the Tribe with her, just Jinx. Though she had wandered away from her lover, lost in thought about the lost members.

It wasn't that she mourned the dead. She missed some of them, but death was such a constant companion that it didn't really bother her. But the place was calming and the chances of having to fight were very slim. It didn't stop her from still having her large homemade axe strapped to her back.

Her attention was drawn to two men standing near the river. One was filthy and half naked, a set of ruined wing stubs on his back. The other one was weird looking. He looked far to soft to have survived long. But the fact that he had made Blank wary. He probably had some weird trick up his sleeve.

But watching the two interact was interesting. And when the dirty one crawled onto the man and started to mess with his face, the normally somber, quiet woman let out a laugh. It was too funny, like one of those comedies the dancers sometimes preformed.
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