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Where did you get that? - Vitus - 2/5/2026
Occultist
Things have gotten better in the world since his sacrifice that had lead him and Wardruna to the rune.
They have yet to be called to action, though with the 'birth' of her pups drawing nearer Vitus prayed it would not be too soon, or that only he would be called forward by the gods of Mythris to spare his aunt from being separated from her young. But until they did, the rune was safe in his den, set delicately amongst his tools and skulls.
He would make a sacrifice before the queen was called back to the tree, for the children, that they would be spared from whatever curse was upon the Stormborn name that led so many of their blood to early deaths. But before he did so, he would commune with the old gods.
The winter was bitter cold, far, far colder than it should be. Cold that cut through even his thicker coat, driving him to move his...cultivations....to the warmer caverns hidden within the mountain, rather than the back of his newer large den. The mushrooms he had learned, helped him see, helped him guide, but the frost has stunted their growth.
So he's only taken a small amount, leaving the rest in the warmth to grow for spring, but the effects are already hitting him as he makes his way back towards his den and the lion skull within. Shifts of colour, of wings, ice wolves charging at him with their maws open and disappearing before actual impact. Something is trying to fight back, it was clear, but as he continued walking he heard the pawsteps of the ancestors crunching in the snow around him.
He was sure it was just them, at least, as he slipped into the maw of his den with the massive skull in the center, putting his paw on it's bleach white surface and breathing deep.
RE: Where did you get that? - Raisa - 2/11/2026
The days simply blurred together. Raisa thought the weight of her misery would leave her once she threw the crown to the sea, but still it thrived on; not in its weight of responsibility, she had come to realize, but something deeper she couldn't understand. Perhaps she was just... broken. Perhaps she'd tossed aside happiness when she decided she had to be the legacy her family left behind, and she couldn't live with the failure her hopes and dreams had become. Maybe she'd thrown it all away for no real reason, and the problem had never been the pack or the ideas behind it, only her.
Some days, she thought life was looking up. Others, she couldn't see past her own nose let alone to what the future might hold.
She filled most of her days with hunting, patrolling; the same mundane things she'd always done, she supposed, but it felt wrong now to piss upon land that wasn't.... hers. Not really, not the way home used to be, but she kept telling herself home wasn't there anymore. Home was buried beneath the soil of Ichorwood. Home had been swept away by the sea. Home had vanished into a hibernation cave.Every time family, love, was dangled before her, it was snatched away. Blackfoot, Rajani, Rakeri, Akuji, Shreya, Koku, Rin, Rinon, Chisuke, Saxa, Andrei, Cirilla, Benkei; so fucking many, and that wasn't even the whole of them. Arvid, Persephone, Fable, Barbosa, Stream, budding friends all missing or gone their own way. Even Sem'ya had been thriving in her earliest days! Where had everyone gone? Was it just her, driving others away, making terrible decisions she didn't see?
Would Serafina and Carnifex abandon her, too, once they were tired of her?
Where had Cobalt been? Probably dead, she thought bitterly, and that would be her fault too for bringing them all here.
The striped woman had been out and about early today and, despite the bitter cold, had gone out hunting at the first hint of light. It was far, far too cold to wander in the snow in the middle of the night... but once the sun peeked over the horizon, Raisa pretended it wasn't so bad. She couldn't just... sit around, do nothing, it wasn't like her.
She was coming back with a scrawny marmot in her jaws; it'd taken great effort to dig out of hiding, and Raisa cursed the harsh winter again. It was too quick, too harsh too quick; whatever critters weren't frozen to death or hibernating far, far underground were pitiful and starving.
How long before the predators were, too?
She wondered if she shouldn't go down to the bloody forest and see if Shreya had returned to her den for the winter, but she knew the hope was a long-shot in the dark.
Raisa ducked into the first cave she saw that had proof of life, seeing a sandy grey tail vanish inside. The Seer, Vitus; Raisa wasn't a religious woman, but she knew Northfall took their gods seriously and thus their speaker would be important. Did it really matter? No. Raisa would've just as soon given the meal to Agrippa or Wardruna herself.
She froze in the mouth of the cave.
Vitus' paw sat atop the skull of a lion, and every fiber of Raisa's being tensed and froze. The leg of the marmot between her teeth gave a crack as she tightened her grip on it, gaze plastered to the long fangs of the skull.
Some days, she thought life was looking up. Others, she couldn't see past her own nose let alone to what the future might hold.
She filled most of her days with hunting, patrolling; the same mundane things she'd always done, she supposed, but it felt wrong now to piss upon land that wasn't.... hers. Not really, not the way home used to be, but she kept telling herself home wasn't there anymore. Home was buried beneath the soil of Ichorwood. Home had been swept away by the sea. Home had vanished into a hibernation cave.Every time family, love, was dangled before her, it was snatched away. Blackfoot, Rajani, Rakeri, Akuji, Shreya, Koku, Rin, Rinon, Chisuke, Saxa, Andrei, Cirilla, Benkei; so fucking many, and that wasn't even the whole of them. Arvid, Persephone, Fable, Barbosa, Stream, budding friends all missing or gone their own way. Even Sem'ya had been thriving in her earliest days! Where had everyone gone? Was it just her, driving others away, making terrible decisions she didn't see?
Would Serafina and Carnifex abandon her, too, once they were tired of her?
Where had Cobalt been? Probably dead, she thought bitterly, and that would be her fault too for bringing them all here.
The striped woman had been out and about early today and, despite the bitter cold, had gone out hunting at the first hint of light. It was far, far too cold to wander in the snow in the middle of the night... but once the sun peeked over the horizon, Raisa pretended it wasn't so bad. She couldn't just... sit around, do nothing, it wasn't like her.
She was coming back with a scrawny marmot in her jaws; it'd taken great effort to dig out of hiding, and Raisa cursed the harsh winter again. It was too quick, too harsh too quick; whatever critters weren't frozen to death or hibernating far, far underground were pitiful and starving.
How long before the predators were, too?
She wondered if she shouldn't go down to the bloody forest and see if Shreya had returned to her den for the winter, but she knew the hope was a long-shot in the dark.
Raisa ducked into the first cave she saw that had proof of life, seeing a sandy grey tail vanish inside. The Seer, Vitus; Raisa wasn't a religious woman, but she knew Northfall took their gods seriously and thus their speaker would be important. Did it really matter? No. Raisa would've just as soon given the meal to Agrippa or Wardruna herself.
She froze in the mouth of the cave.
Vitus' paw sat atop the skull of a lion, and every fiber of Raisa's being tensed and froze. The leg of the marmot between her teeth gave a crack as she tightened her grip on it, gaze plastered to the long fangs of the skull.