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Ilios

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#1

The pine forest had become an unofficial home of sorts for the Tiamats, though in truth, Nassar longed to leave. She disliked the twisted trees and the dense shadows. During the long nights, thieves and other criminals would walk within the dark. Whispers and keening laughter would flit along the wind before descending into the distant caves. Madness was a cloying perfume along the wind and she wanted nothing to do with it. That, and after having survived the Redwood's fire, she wished to not be so close. Without the rain to settle the flames, this very wood would have burned to ashes.

Nonetheless, before she could move her kin to the north, they would strengthen themselves here.

The caribou migration had begun and sightings of the herd had filled her with excitement. Should they be so lucky as to fell a doe, they would be free to gorge themselves until they were full. With grease and fat upon their lips, their morale would lift toward the heavens and, perhaps for the first time since arriving here, they would be united. The bonfires would be lit and the fires stoked until at last they made their claim.

It was with that vision that Nassar had called to her kin.

Tonight they would hunt.


"Not a flame but a fire."
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Bean

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#2

Urna et pharetra pharetra massa massa ultricies mi quis hendrerit.

How many months had trickled by like water sliding down an eroded boulder, unyielding to the happenings of life? How many months had it been since she had last stepped foot in this forest, returning to the beginning of what would become a never-ending journey?

Anaïs breathes in with a shudder, her intake of air quaking as scents of freshness and pine return to her memory. She had been here only once and it had been an extraordinarily brief visit. She doesn't recall much of it, due to the shortness of the trip, but she remembers that one strange encounter. That voice in the needles, demanding amidst air tinged with blood.

Then, she had wanted to help—and perhaps she had been too hasty, too hardheaded—but the demanding tone of the woman had thrown a wet blanket onto her good spirits, so she left. She wonders if that person had survived whatever injury that had befallen them or if they had died. Mild shock stings her mind as only a small amount of guilt rises as she considers either option. Surely she ought to care more, even if she had no clue who that woman had been.

Lips pressing together firmly, she tells herself that she shouldn't think too much about it. It has passed and there is no use reflecting on something that cannot be change. It's a mindset she should get used to, she thinks with some belittlement towards herself. Care less and less trouble will come.

She breathes in again. This time, she can feel the onflow of the herd as they migrate into the forest. She cannot see them for they could be anywhere, but their presence is certain. It has been a while since she had last hunted larger prey, it would be fun to try again.

Slipping down from the elevated slope she had been standing on, she slowly begins to close her distance, wondering if she might find a few stragglers along the way to help. She doesn't doubt that she is not the only one who has noticed the caribou.
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Ilios

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kenny

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#3

The voice of her sister flew toward her. It was time. She had recently reconnected with Ismailia but it was time her leave ended officially. What better way to announce her return than by joining with the hunt? Picking her way through the forest, Sinai braced herself. She knew not how her sister felt, thinking back on the first time she shared the news with her all those months ago. It was Nassar’s right to be upset with her, and Sinai would not undercut those feelings. No. This was her fault. She had known better but still, the desire to be a mother was stronger. It was her sister that had inspired this desire.

Standing tall, she closed in on her sister. This was not a time for weakness, this was not the time for emotions. If they could take down one of the caribou, their numbers would be feed for the foreseeable future. It was something of honor to take part of a hunt, the pack working in perfect unison. How they would act toward her afterwards... was less than certain. But it was her responsibility to bear, and she was finally ready to face the music.

Emerging from the woods, she made her way to stand by her sisters’ side. Dipping her head in a polite greeting, she didn’t dare speak. Instead she scented the air. The caribou's scent was all around them, it was invigorating. She normally loved the migration, watching the herds moving together as one was breath taking, but today they were after a more primal satisfaction... not to admire their beauty. Her euphoria was interrupted, someone else was near, a stranger walked among them, but the dense tree coverage shielded their form. A low growl rattled quietly in her chest, she was sure Nassar had detected them as well, but just incase she wanted to warn her sister. Eyeing their surroundings, Sinai waited expectantly for the other to show themselves... Or for her sisters first assault. Whichever came first.


“A mother's heart is always with her children.”

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Ilios

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Raven

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#4

The sun was low and in its final phase. The skies, once a beautiful crystal blue now burned with a hazed red and orange fire. A flame that flickered across the whole of Cyrileth. There was only but a few white marrs of cloud to block out the fire. But it burned with a raw passion. One that Ismailia admired in silence. Yet a beckon called her; recognizing it instantly. Nassar. How fitting that the Tiamat's would gather under a flame-lit sky.

The sickly-sweet smell of pine became a backdrop to a new, more powerful scent. Yet it was odd; but oh how her stomach rumbled and tongue grew slick with saliva. Without hesitation, Ismailia found herself rushing towards the source of Nassar's howl. Her slender paws did not shake, her legs did not feel weak... she had been working since she had first met with the Matriarch, training in both mind and spirit. She had been beaten and looked down upon; but each time it had make her stronger unknowingly, of course. Inside, she felt brittle. But she had made a promise and tonight; she would start to prove it.

Determination flashed within the young girl's gaze, her body gracefully carrying her over earthen terrain. Splashes of muted flame and then that familiar burning gaze caused her chest to tighten; but instead that perfect facade made its play. Yet, before she could greet the two most influential figures within her life; eyes found a cream wolf... how she looked so out of place against the flame-tarnished Tiamat's. Her Mother's growl brought her attention back. Slowly, eyes found the burning gaze of Nassar and dipped her head. "Aunt Nassar," Was it not customary to greet the Matriarch first and foremost? Then, a small smile as she brushed up against the side of Sinai. "Mother." Her voice was light and cool like the winds that blew towards them. Yet, she stayed silent then; she had a job to do and a very, powerful woman to impress.


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Ilios

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Scamander

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#5
Spring had come, and with it the snows left the peaks that cast Cyrileth in shadow, and warmth filled the air and gave strength to her body. The girl was not quite a pup anymore, yet, she was not quite fully grown, standing in that moment between leaving behind innocence and stepping forth into the world that stretched out before her. Badari had grown used to these lands, these wild forests so unlike the land, they had come from. It was no world of the sun, of heat and sands and ancient tradition. It was a primal place, wet and haggard, the smells of endless strangers marking the paths, sorts who would never have been welcomed into the empire, least of all finding their way to the hollows that had kept her and hers secret for so long.

The smell of the forest was pungent with the sap of the pines, the ground littered with faded needles, softened by the rot of the damp earth. Passing in silence she breathed in the tracks, drawn to the musk of wandering deer. She had been following it for nigh three days, leaving behind the ashen desolation of the redwoods as they moved closer to the mountains. There were rivers ahead, made swollen and dangerous from the meltings snow and she was confident she would be able to trap along those shores. Sinuous grace drew each limb through the dense fauna, bursting to life and vibrant against her pale back. It left mots as slumbering snow in her wake, her plush winter fur irritating her skin and flying away whenever she brushed against anything.

The howl came suddenly, violently, treeline bursting to life from the birds drawn into a panic by the symphony of the hunt. Burning eyes of the deepest embers looked up, her ears falling back as the sound of crashing undergrowth sounded ahead. "Tsk," she sneered. It was close, and it seemed her prey was scared off in the process.

The Queen had called.

Badari had yet to stand before her family, not since coming to Cyrileth. It wasn't fear or fear of rejection, fear of animosity, more, she hadn't ready to face their pyre. She would not be some hapless girl, half-starved from the long treck and fur mangled in dampness of the snow. Whether she wanted or not, she would not allow herself to be seen as anything lesser then what she was; a daughter of Tiamat.

The earth sloped upward along the road she chose, her long, graceful legs driving her where before she would have stumbled, fallen. These last few moons had done her a great justice, returning the weight she had lost from their flight from home, and falling into shape of a wolf grown. Fire and ice, their strength offered her both in willing loyalty, and Badari felt exhilaration fill her chest as the world rushed around. She never felt more powerful than in these moments, where questions of fate fell away and offered only the burn of flames fanned ever higher. She grinned, bounding over the last stretch of ground between the forest and the open terrain ahead, and was greeted by its green set ablaze.

Mother was there, her mind instantly spotting the softened hues of her aburn fur, and for a moment her heart clenched. She had seen so little of her, and yet, so much more then she had ever seen since coming to Cyrileth. In many ways, Sinai was still a stranger, the dual nature of her spirit warring with what she wanted. She yearned for her affections, even as she pushed such childish notions aside. Circumstance did not allow the bastards of the Tiamats such soft dreams. Slowing down, her stride shifting effortlessly into a steady trot, she moved towards her, eyes flickering from the dame to the little flame at her side. Ismailia, ever so obedient. It was only then, she allowed herself to gaze upon the matriarch.

Nassar.

She was everything a warrior queen should be, shrouded in fire and smoke, still in her surety that those she summoned would come. She did not bow her head, her pride not letting her, her intrigue refusing to not to meet those eyes so much like her own. What did she see, what did she think, when presented the betrayal of her kin?

Badari was the first to look away, drawn finally to a figure who did not belong. Golden, soft as dawn light through mist, the woman stood apart from their slowly building gathering. Continuing in her walk, she closed the distance between her family, until she at last settled against her mother's other side, close enough for their fur to brush. "Who is she?" Eyes never leaving the golden woman.

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Ilios

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Claerie

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#6

Who is she? While spoken by Badari, the question had filled all of their minds. "Not welcome," the she-wolf had snapped, amber eyes boring into blue. The matriarch had stalked forward, intent to chase the marauder off.

- time skip -


Nassar stood over the broken and battered body of the calf. Some were intent to cherish all forms of life. Modern schools of thought had begun to create pacifists out of wolves and had driven them to insects and berries for their meals. Others, even those who hunted, felt remorse when they felled a young calf such as this. Nassar, however, did not extend such sympathies to other species. Young or old, the calf was destined to become prey or produce more. It was not a child within Nassar's eyes but a vessel. The distinction left her feeling nothing but triumph as she hovered over the corpse.

Steeling her nerves, she bent down to grip the calf about the jaw. Muscles straining, she tugged. The corpse moved slightly, sliding against the grass.

Pain lanced through her and, for a moment, Nassar was forced to drop the prize. She squinted, brow furrowing, as her chest ached. Then, with a small snarl, she bent down and began again. The howls of victory had alerted her to the fallen caribou. With her chest bruised—and a rib potentially broken—she would be of little use for a creature as large as that. And so the duty of carrying the calf fell on her.

[ Exit Nassar ]


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Scamander

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-Set just after the end of the hunt rolls-

Her breath was hot, molten in the depths of her chest as her still growing body fought to right itself from the strain of the chase. It was exhilarating, intoxicating even, to be part of the hunt. Badari and her siblings had been but pups when they left the homelands behind, too small and weak to participate in the chase that would feed them. The journey here hadn't offered much else in the means of finding something of true substance, the small group forced to survive on small rodents and birds they found on the road. It had always been a matter of time, hurrying along to find their way and reunite with their mother. This, was her first true hunt, her first time truly hunting deer. She had tracked them, in the moons since coming to Cyrileth, accustoming herself to their habits and trails, learning in the only way she knew how; by doing.

Whereas her siblings could be content in huddling together and listening to mother, Badari found it offered nothing worth remembering. She had always been the most energetic of the litter, racing ahead, continuing in games until at times she was too rough, paws and teeth falling just a little too harshly. Her first hunt, and she had killed the doe, its great weight falling to the ground beneath her jaws. Pleasure and pride filled her chest with a heat that burned hotter than the sun, her eyes scorching, and for a moment, she truly felt like what she was always meant to be. Blood saturated the front of her chest, the white fur stained ruby, and her throat burned where it filled her mouth. It was a victory no one could take from her.

As the pulse of the deer fell still for the last time, Badari let go and took in the sight of the creature. It was by no means a clean kill, the hide tattered where their teeth had torn and cut, large chunks missing where they had gored her legs and flanks. She didn't pity its end. If the stories they had listened to were true, the mother and calf were united in death, and her family would be well fed.

Tossing back her head, Badari howled.

She could hear her sister nearby, and her mother, and felt a warmth in sharing this moment with them. They were important to her, and while part of her wished the rest of their siblings had been there, this was more than enough. She looked to her mother, taking in the injuries that had marked her softened creamy fur and frowned. While Ismailia and her and escaped injury, it seemed she had taken the brunt of the does ire. Fire moved in the background, before Badari's eyes found Nassar, approaching with the weight of the calf held in her jaws. Part of her understood, this hunt meant more then merely providing food in the eyes of the matriarchy. What... were her thoughts? And what would it mean for her fate and that of her siblings.

-Exit-

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Ilios

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kenny

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SINAI TIAMAT



They had fought a good fight. She and her daughters had been victorious on their first big hunt in these lands. Pride welled up inside of her as she watched both the doe and her fawn fall to the jaws of the Tiamat’s. Nassar grabbed the calf’s small carcass and began to make her way back to their den. Sinai watched as her sister winced with pain, and remembered the sickening crack of bone when the mother’s hooves connected with her side.

She wanted to reach out, but knew it wasn’t the time. Nor would it be any use, Tiamat’s were built for battle, wounds were nothing. Striding confidently toward the body of the mother, she nearly collapsed under the pain of her own injury. Her right foreleg dangled unnaturally, but she didn’t think it was broken. Hopefully in a week’s time it would be back to normal. Hobbling on three legs toward the doe, she looked to Ismailia and Badari to help her drag its body back to the others.

She was met by worry in her eldest’s eyes. Giving her a fierce smile, Sinai hoped the other would ignore her injuries. This was a big step. She had delt the killing blow and her sister had aided fearlessly in felling the beast. Today, nothing could hurt her.

-exit Sinai-


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