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necromancin' dancin' - Sreda - 6/6/2025
Skill:
Set just outside of Elysium!
Achlys? And AW!
Thread TW in general for descriptions of gore/death/etc.
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Despite the nature of the supernatural, it was in Sreda's nature to search for reason. More often than not, she would find it — even if it meant that the reason only made sense to her. It didn't matter to her if others could not wrap their minds around the intricacies of the otherworldly. It wasn't her fault that she had been born with more intuition about these things than your average wolf.
Sreda knew, though, that the rest would all have to learn about such things eventually. Most only learned the truth of death when faced with it themselves. So, when the plague came, it only furthered her suspicions: learn, adapt, or face demise.
All options were viable.
Mythris was cursed (of course). It always had been, but only as of late had it made itself known to everyone. And in doing so, the lands themselves cried for help, with the spirits of their ancestors reaching through the ether. The Visitor tried to instill hope within them ... hope that perhaps the curse could be circumvented. And perhaps it could. Or ... perhaps Mythris was too far gone. Too poisoned by the haunted demons of the past.
There was only one way to find out.
Sreda lurked through the dark mist, the stench of the water still hovering in the air despite having left the confines of the Respite. The plague had chosen to target Elysium first, and Sreda took this both as an invitation and a challenge. The woman would lower her head to the ground, sorting through the plethora of rotten smells as she continued to move toward what had drawn her here in the first place: a deer corpse.
With precise steps, she neared the deer, eyeing it impassively with a curt frown embellished on her lips. She'd been studying the effect of the plague on bats and rats, but this was a much larger prize. Learning about this plague would begin with observing its impact on living bodies.
RE: necromancin' dancin' - Amaya - 6/6/2025
Skill : 「 Freak 1/5 」
Sreda—her elder sister—possibly the sibling that Amaya most related to, aside from her own littermates, the Sun and the Moon. What of the rest…?. Narcissa had vanished, again, Violet was… Violet, Dimitri had left to birth children from his magic bush (or so she assumed), and Alder’s toes tasted funny when she’d licked them at the tourney. That left only one.
Amaya was only loosely following the trail that led to the other amethyst-eyed Callosum. Her methods of tracking could be considered unorthodox to some, but to the gremlin, it was a flawless technique that she had spent months mastering.
From around a bend came the ever-talented tracker: the creature’s front half was limp and pressed into the dirt, her face and forelegs dragging through mud as her hind legs pushed forward. Every so often Amaya would stop to roll aggressively against the earth, leaves and twigs being tangled in her already matted fur. But then the face dragging would continue until her sister could be spotted in the distance. She stood up, chunks of dirt, grass, and rocks falling from her jaws as she began to hack and gag from the bits that tickled her throat.
Amaya, the ideal machine.
Random pieces of nature falling from her with every step, she began to approach Sreda in an ominous silence. That is until she noticed what her sister was inspecting.
A dead deer.
There was no containing it.
She never stood a chance.
Violently, the gremlin began to tremble as if she was going to explode. Charging forward, she began to uncontrolablly gum on the stiff legs of the animal screams and shrieks escaping as she flopped around against the carcass, even getting stuck on her back at times, causing her limbs to flail in the air.
Sreda—her elder sister—possibly the sibling that Amaya most related to, aside from her own littermates, the Sun and the Moon. What of the rest…?. Narcissa had vanished, again, Violet was… Violet, Dimitri had left to birth children from his magic bush (or so she assumed), and Alder’s toes tasted funny when she’d licked them at the tourney. That left only one.
Amaya was only loosely following the trail that led to the other amethyst-eyed Callosum. Her methods of tracking could be considered unorthodox to some, but to the gremlin, it was a flawless technique that she had spent months mastering.
From around a bend came the ever-talented tracker: the creature’s front half was limp and pressed into the dirt, her face and forelegs dragging through mud as her hind legs pushed forward. Every so often Amaya would stop to roll aggressively against the earth, leaves and twigs being tangled in her already matted fur. But then the face dragging would continue until her sister could be spotted in the distance. She stood up, chunks of dirt, grass, and rocks falling from her jaws as she began to hack and gag from the bits that tickled her throat.
Amaya, the ideal machine.
Random pieces of nature falling from her with every step, she began to approach Sreda in an ominous silence. That is until she noticed what her sister was inspecting.
A dead deer.
There was no containing it.
She never stood a chance.
Violently, the gremlin began to tremble as if she was going to explode. Charging forward, she began to uncontrolablly gum on the stiff legs of the animal screams and shrieks escaping as she flopped around against the carcass, even getting stuck on her back at times, causing her limbs to flail in the air.
RE: necromancin' dancin' - narrator - 6/10/2025
Rune Discovery : 「 Failure 」
You search for clues in the darkest places ... seeking hints amongst the dead. Perhaps you both thought this was a good idea. But seeking for answers amongst the dead might prove to be a dangerous game. The plague spares no one, not a soul, not even this deer ... and as you stare at it, your head begins to ache. It is impossible to explain, but the searing pain increases the longer you stare at the carcass, forcing your eyes to divert away.
But there is something else ...
... the carcass.
It seems to wither and melt at your touch, dissolving to nothing but grime and sludge. The plague steadily melts the corpse at your feet, melting the flesh and leaving nothing but bone and antler in the wake of the disease.
Your headache is gone as soon as the sizzling stops.
A sense of animosity spreads, and you feel ... you deeply feel ... that you should leave this place.
You search for clues in the darkest places ... seeking hints amongst the dead. Perhaps you both thought this was a good idea. But seeking for answers amongst the dead might prove to be a dangerous game. The plague spares no one, not a soul, not even this deer ... and as you stare at it, your head begins to ache. It is impossible to explain, but the searing pain increases the longer you stare at the carcass, forcing your eyes to divert away.
An kan drial...it whispers unceremoniously, perhaps sounding ... disappointed.
But there is something else ...
... the carcass.
It seems to wither and melt at your touch, dissolving to nothing but grime and sludge. The plague steadily melts the corpse at your feet, melting the flesh and leaving nothing but bone and antler in the wake of the disease.
Your headache is gone as soon as the sizzling stops.
A sense of animosity spreads, and you feel ... you deeply feel ... that you should leave this place.