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gold
familiar Familiarfenrisúlfr, monster wolf
played by OOC Namekyou
FATE IS BLEEDING THROUGH MY RESILIENT SOUL
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Post by diespiter delacour on Nov 27, 2022 21:34:04 GMT -7
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gold
familiar Familiarfenrisúlfr, monster wolf
played by OOC Namekyou
FATE IS BLEEDING THROUGH MY RESILIENT SOUL
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Post by diespiter delacour on Dec 5, 2022 7:00:56 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","chartl"] [attr="class","chartltitle"]DIESPITER'S TIMELINE [attr="class","chartl-item"]2002 you are born to sasha and perseus angelus. the snow falls fiercer than before, and your arrival is hearkened. your sister adores you. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2004 you know your sister for all but two years before she suddenly passes away. you don't understand why, but anger trembles in the veins of everyone you know. it stays with you. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2010 you learn how to read cards, how to perceive the future without magic. your intuition is short of magic, with how you accurately read out the lives of those before you. they weep as they hold your hands, and you don't know why. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2012 you have your first dream. it is unruly, it is chaotic. you stalk between endlessly tall trees, snow up to your knees, a blood red moon hanging overhead, yet you don't feel the cold bite at you. you turn your head and a large wolf stands there, anger swirling in their eyes. it speaks. you wake in silence, chills running down your back. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2013 on your eleventh birthday, you are told to find glory in your dreams. you don't know what this means, but you do as you are told. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2014 the mana realm calls to you. the creature from your dreams steps out to greet you, and there is judgment in their eyes as they gaze upon you. you have received a messenger to be your familiar. your future is sealed. the wolf does not offer you their name, so you must come up with one. the anger that swells in them makes you think of the mythological wolf that will bring ragnarok. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2017 five years come and go. you have not seen your familiar since they called out to you. they appear when you are on your last throes, exhausted, tired of dreaming— tired of trying to find glory. they nudge you back onto your feet. [attr="class","chartl-item"]2022 you arrive in delphi. how does your story continue? how does it end? [newclass=".chartl"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:500px; margin: 0 auto; padding: 0; box-sizing: border-box; } .chartl-item { border-left:5px solid var(--hovericoncolor); padding:3em 3em 0.5em 3em; text-align:justify; } .chartl-item:last-child { padding-bottom:3em; } .chartl-item::before { content:''; height:10px; width:10px; border-radius:100%; background-color:var(--secondbg); border:5px solid var(--hovericoncolor); float:left; margin-left:-4em; } .chartl-item b { color:var(--hovericoncolor); text-transform:uppercase; margin-right:1em; } .chartltitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; padding:2em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box;[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarfenrisúlfr, monster wolf
played by OOC Namekyou
FATE IS BLEEDING THROUGH MY RESILIENT SOUL
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Post by diespiter delacour on Dec 5, 2022 7:47:06 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","loccont"] [attr="class","loctitle"] THE ECDYSIS CLUB [attr="class","locbody"]entertainment safehouse the docks[break][break] club ecdysis is located within delphi, on the docks. it’s hard to find, as it isn’t exactly tourist friendly. the cabaret club is known for its occult reputation — the more traditional sort of occult, of course. palm-reading, tarot cards, scrying, the works. this is the place for those involved in the less savory aspects of occultism to take up a job as an entertainer, as its owner takes good care of its workers. goldie knows how to pick them apart from the crowd, somehow.[break][break]
ecdysis has a classy feel to it. due to its location on the docks, it isn't the most eye-catching place to be in, with its small space, but the inside is something to behold. red and gold tapestry, glittering like gold; the stage is the place that looks over everyone else with its elevated stature. there is a permanent smoky atmosphere, a haze to see through— it's almost like walking through a dream.[break][break] [newclass=".loccont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .loctitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .locbody { padding:2em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .locbody span { background-color:var(--mainbg); padding:0.2em 1em; float:right; margin:0 0.2em; } .locbody span:first-child { margin-right: 0;} .locbody b { color:var(--hovericoncolor);[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarfenrisúlfr, monster wolf
played by OOC Namekyou
FATE IS BLEEDING THROUGH MY RESILIENT SOUL
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Post by diespiter delacour on Dec 30, 2022 23:11:15 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","loccont"] [attr="class","loctitle"] LUKA SOLOVIEV [attr="class","locbody"]high priest forty-two starcalling[break][break]
you have somewhat fond memories of your mentor, the high priest of the children of silence. his smile is constant, soft, serene, and yet what lies underneath that thin, porcelain layer of wintery beauty is cruelty as the lady would have it. you're afraid you've disappointed him.[break][break]
luka soloviev is the man who speaks softly, yet sternly. he is silence personified, in his intentions, and in his work. he is everything of an angel's appearance, and a devil's intuition; hauntingly so, many members of the children look up to him. he is one of the first male priests to have existed in the children's sprawling history. but as it goes, no one knows much about luka. he is a private man, but he makes it known that the secrets he keeps are ones the lady has entrusted to him.[break][break]
all anyone knows of luka is that he was born within the woods of the reach, below mount syha'h. there, he grew up devout to the lady of hoarfrost, and her aspect of winter, the wolf-king. he was gifted with an aptitude for starcalling, and with it came his great familiar. and with the magic he's been gifted, luka soloviev brought a sliver of cruel glory to the children of silence. [newclass=".loccont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .loctitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .locbody { padding:2em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .locbody span { background-color:var(--mainbg); padding:0.2em 1em; float:right; margin:0 0.2em; } .locbody span:first-child { margin-right: 0;} .locbody b { color:var(--hovericoncolor);[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarfenrisúlfr, monster wolf
played by OOC Namekyou
FATE IS BLEEDING THROUGH MY RESILIENT SOUL
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Post by diespiter delacour on Jun 17, 2023 20:01:45 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","loccont"] [attr="class","loctitle"] THE AFFAIRS OF PASSING GODS [attr="class","locbody"]CW FOR: SUICIDE, MILD DESCRIPTION OF GORE[break][break]
Diespiter dreams nightly. This is no out-of-place occurrence, or anything that strikes him as odd. It would be weird if he didn't dream. He can't fathom it, not dreaming. It comes as easily as breathing, so it is something he cannot part with, cursed as he is to dream. The same dream, mind you, with very minute differences influenced by the world as it changes around him, and the stresses of everyday life.[break][break]
This time, he doesn't wake up submerged in snow. He wakes up, and he is standing in a dark forest. Dark mist coils around his ankles, with scar-barked trees reaching into a starless sky, stretching endlessly like pitch-black spires. The snow sits at his feet, and despite the thin, tattered clothes he wears on himself, goosebumps do not rise on his skin. The silver moon passes behind the branches, Her fingers remain tangled in his hair. There is a gentle flurry which falls from the skies, touching his skin, melting on his face.[break][break]
He turns down the rumpled path that leads forward. So he walks. He walks, and he doesn't know for how long. The path seems to go on forever, until it suddenly seems to widen. Three children play in the middle of the path, tagging each other with long sticks shaved of their twigs. It's a silly game where they have to rely on their hearing to tag the other players hidden in the dark. It is a game meant to be played on the darkest of nights — it's more fun that way.[break][break]
Diespiter pauses a few feet away, and the children stop what they're doing to regard the one who interrupted their nighttime play-date. With the faintest light that scores along the ground, he can see the tall, patchwork masks they wear atop their heads. The masks take the form of animal heads. They've cut holes into the "necks" of the masks, and somehow the glint of their eyes in the darkness puts him off more than anything else.[break][break]
"What do you want?" He asks. The children gawk, and then they lean over, murmuring among themselves as if planning a conspiracy. They stare back at him in silence for a long moment before they, too, speak.[break][break]
The Stag speaks first. "You would leave everything behind, because you are upset at yourself?" He sneers, blatantly ignoring Diespiter's question by answering with one of his own. The Stag is indignant, lifting his antlered head high as to brandish the sharpened sticks sown into the mask. "You would leave your family, who loved you and your sister so?"[break][break]
The Spider, with its spindly legs abnormally laying limp at its side, tilts her head toward Diespiter. "Look at him, Stag. He's tired." She says, tugging the hem of the Stag's shirt. "He left because he wants to rest. If you had to do all of that, wouldn't you be tired, too?"[break][break]
The Stag snorts. "No excuse."[break][break]
The Raven shifts on his feet, and with eyes too intelligent for a child, stares into Diespiter with piercing clarity. "You know it will follow you wherever you go, right? You can only survive for so long without your pack, Wolf. At some point, you will have to bare your fangs again. Doesn't the flesh taste so sweet?" They slam the edges of their sticks into the ground, in unison. They demand an answer from Diespiter that he can't give. His expression shows his hesitation to answer any of their questions, and he draws his hands close to his chest as they watch him expectantly. They all look to each other again, and lean in to converse in secret again.[break][break]
"He won't answer us. It's annoying."[break][break]
"What do you suggest then?"[break][break]
"We will whet the Wolf's lost appetite..."[break][break]
An idea shared between the three, they look to Diespiter again. The Raven grabs his hand, and brings him forward. They start down the long path again, walking in uniform silence. The moon shifts over head, and dark clouds begin to part slowly. They step off the path at some point, and step into a glade instead. The bushes part, and the Raven's hand slips out of his as the children dart off to the side, and into the darkness that grows thicker, somehow, despite walking into the open space.[break][break]
A tall figure stands in the middle with his back turned toward him. Diespiter doesn't need to see his face to know who he is. He goes as still as possible, and the tall man—Luka—turns slow to face him. The moon's light, despite the wispy darkness surrounding them, is bright enough to shine upon the two. It especially highlights Luka's smile, cracked permanently onto his face. It highlights the look of fear, which surely colors his face a ghastly pale, because Luka drifts forward with his arms open, as if to give him a comforting hug.[break][break]
Diespiter's eyes flick to Luka's hands, then his face, realizing with a stuttering worry that he is getting closer. He flicks his hands out, a universal motion for, "Stay away." Luka's red eyes, a brighter red than usual, seem to narrow a touch when he reads the frightened gesture, and he sighs.[break][break]
"Sad, that you won't hug your own." Luka tuts. He looks upon him with a look that befits a parent looking down upon their misbehaving child. "You must talk to me, boy." His fingers twinge. Exasperation bleeds into his gesture, thinly veiled, accompanied with a tilted head as he tries to see eye-to-eye with Diespiter.[break][break]
"You have lost your bite." Luka signs, emphasis on the word bite with a sharp twist of his hand. "Did they tame you, pup?" A voice deceivingly gentle and pitying, there holds a quality of icy disappointment. Diespiter, perhaps to Luka's annoyance, doesn't answer. "Sooner or later, you will come home. You will learn to hunt with us again."[break][break]
Why? Why must he return home? There is nothing for him left in the Reach. He holds so much guilt in his chest that it hurts to breathe. Sometimes he wonders if he deserves to breathe. He doesn't understand why, with his departure from the frigid north, the Winter's Grasp still holds so much interest in him. Is it only because of Fenrisúlfr, the Messenger of their community? Is it because of the dreams he has, how they point him toward climbing to the top of the Summit? Both? Why does he have to deal with a curse masked as a gift?[break][break]
Diespiter bares his fangs at Luka when he advances forward again, feeling his heart beat erratically in his chest. Desperation trickles in, then floods. Wait. The realization dawns on him, like the early morning sun. He's dreaming. Of course, he's dreaming. He can wake up; he can make himself wake up. Diespiter, for the first time, locks eyes with Luka as he fumbles with something in his pocket. He produces a stone arrowhead, sharp and jagged.[break][break]
Luka's stare flickers from Diespiter's abrupt change of expression ( he is giddy, grinning wide ), to the jagged arrowhead he now holds with a knuckle-white grip in his hands. He's silent, but the look he gives is withering. He is smiling, too, but Diespiter doesn't care to attempt to understand what such a smile means as he plunges the arrowhead into his gut.[break][break]
Once, twice, three times— how many times should he stab himself to wake up? As many times as it takes. It hurts, you know. Some people say they don't feel anything in their dreams, that they wake up just before they crash into the ground, but Diespiter feels it: the pain, the way his fingers have to grip tighter on the slippery arrowhead the more his blood pours out, the way blood starts dribbling from the corner of his mouth. ( It stains the snow red, such a familiar color — he's stained it this color before. ) He stabs until he can't stand on his feet anymore, and stumbles forward.[break][break]
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