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TOPIC | The Feral Call - [closed]
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@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @Radishcake @Solztize

Saran sat ridged and quiet as the gathering of the dragons before Sortara disbanded, each starting to follow their respective orders. He was to go hunting, and so he waited, eyeing the green stripes of his paws in front of him. The lantern light gave them a dull sheen he found pleasant. Of course he'd noticed the Feral Call. Beyond that, he'd copied some of what he'd seen in the others with it. He was a Nocturne, after all. Even so, as perhaps one of the first to notice the strange effects he had the aching suspicion it had left him more open to its effects. It hadn't been long after he'd copied it that he could actually feel it, and then hear it.

His eyes glazed as he watched the light on his scales, mind losing focus as it turned back to hunting they were supposed to do.

Hunt the prey and eat the flesh
Tear limb from limb until nothing is left!
Hunt the prey and eat the flesh!
HUNT THE PREY AND EAT THE FLESH!

He looked up then, normal thoughts half-disjointed in the background of his mind and all but downed out by the raging chorus that had suddenly filled his head. His wings shifted anxiously along his back, and his tail twitched wildly behind him with anticipation for the hunt. The dragons before him -- Prey. The could all be prey! They could all be hunted!

A low growl, quiet, issued from his throat, and his own sound startled him back into awareness. Just what, exactly, what he doing? He shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind and dropped his gaze back toward his striped feet, a bit embarrassed with the slight outburst. He prayed silently that no one noticed, no one could see him slipping.

One thing, Saran was certain, that his habit of being a copy cat had left him more open, more Susceptible to the thoughts sweeping though his mind like a virus. Not only was he more prone to its effects -- he feared it would also cause a faster decent into the madness.

A chill swept down his spine then, expression going from pensive and mildly embarrassed to worried. What was to become of the clan, or himself, he didn't know, he just hoped his mind stayed intact long enough to find out.
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June 08, 2015 22:30:08
@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @Radishcake @Solztize

Saran sat ridged and quiet as the gathering of the dragons before Sortara disbanded, each starting to follow their respective orders. He was to go hunting, and so he waited, eyeing the green stripes of his paws in front of him. The lantern light gave them a dull sheen he found pleasant. Of course he'd noticed the Feral Call. Beyond that, he'd copied some of what he'd seen in the others with it. He was a Nocturne, after all. Even so, as perhaps one of the first to notice the strange effects he had the aching suspicion it had left him more open to its effects. It hadn't been long after he'd copied it that he could actually feel it, and then hear it.

His eyes glazed as he watched the light on his scales, mind losing focus as it turned back to hunting they were supposed to do.

Hunt the prey and eat the flesh
Tear limb from limb until nothing is left!
Hunt the prey and eat the flesh!
HUNT THE PREY AND EAT THE FLESH!

He looked up then, normal thoughts half-disjointed in the background of his mind and all but downed out by the raging chorus that had suddenly filled his head. His wings shifted anxiously along his back, and his tail twitched wildly behind him with anticipation for the hunt. The dragons before him -- Prey. The could all be prey! They could all be hunted!

A low growl, quiet, issued from his throat, and his own sound startled him back into awareness. Just what, exactly, what he doing? He shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind and dropped his gaze back toward his striped feet, a bit embarrassed with the slight outburst. He prayed silently that no one noticed, no one could see him slipping.

One thing, Saran was certain, that his habit of being a copy cat had left him more open, more Susceptible to the thoughts sweeping though his mind like a virus. Not only was he more prone to its effects -- he feared it would also cause a faster decent into the madness.

A chill swept down his spine then, expression going from pensive and mildly embarrassed to worried. What was to become of the clan, or himself, he didn't know, he just hoped his mind stayed intact long enough to find out.
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@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @Taquetocagy @Solztize

After listening to Sortara's orders, Blackwell nodded gently. while busy in thought thinking of the Feral Call. True enough, she was affected too.

Previously, while she had been doing some doodling on a piece of parchment with some of the hatchlings, her mind had wandered off as another voice had resonated in her mind. What are you doing? All the prey out there,stuck here, go and HUNT. NOW. When she had dazed off, one of the hatchlings had took one of her brush and started dripping the paint everywhere.
The voice was so commanding, it was hard to resist, but when some of the cold paint splashed onto her face, she jolted slightly and noticed the mess the hatchling made. She huffed and proceeded in cleaning up the mess while asking the hatchlings to help.

Now, she was supposed to go hunting. But remembering back on the voice that sounded in her mind, she was afraid it might affect her decisions while hunting, and bearing a heavy heart, she looked to Saran, the Nocturne who was supposed to go hunting too, and mumbled:
"Saran...I'm scared of...no, nevermind."
She looked pained, but stopped as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Blackwell shook her head vigorously and slightly cupped her face and gave out big sigh. The voice was still taking to her, but it was soft, soft enough for her to ignore it without giving much of a thought to it.
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June 09, 2015 02:59:56
@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @Taquetocagy @Solztize

After listening to Sortara's orders, Blackwell nodded gently. while busy in thought thinking of the Feral Call. True enough, she was affected too.

Previously, while she had been doing some doodling on a piece of parchment with some of the hatchlings, her mind had wandered off as another voice had resonated in her mind. What are you doing? All the prey out there,stuck here, go and HUNT. NOW. When she had dazed off, one of the hatchlings had took one of her brush and started dripping the paint everywhere.
The voice was so commanding, it was hard to resist, but when some of the cold paint splashed onto her face, she jolted slightly and noticed the mess the hatchling made. She huffed and proceeded in cleaning up the mess while asking the hatchlings to help.

Now, she was supposed to go hunting. But remembering back on the voice that sounded in her mind, she was afraid it might affect her decisions while hunting, and bearing a heavy heart, she looked to Saran, the Nocturne who was supposed to go hunting too, and mumbled:
"Saran...I'm scared of...no, nevermind."
She looked pained, but stopped as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Blackwell shook her head vigorously and slightly cupped her face and gave out big sigh. The voice was still taking to her, but it was soft, soft enough for her to ignore it without giving much of a thought to it.
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@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @RadishCake @Solztize

Saran's head snapped back up at her words, for an instant panicked that Blackwell had noticed his earlier episode, sure he was going to be in trouble somehow. It only took a second of reading her expression to know that this was not the case however. On some level, he knew that she struggled in some ways the same way he did. On another, he really, really wished she wasn't. He worked up a reassuring smile and leaned toward her slightly. "I know, Blackwell." He mumbled back. "Me too." He stood then, stretching. It relieved the ache in his limbs a bit, as he'd been sitting on this floor too long and allowed himself a yawn. Perhaps if he could act just a tad normal, it would re-assure Blackwell a bit. "Maybe a Hunt is what we need to work this out of our system a bit, yea?" He said warmly, watching the Hatchlings attempt to clean up the paint they had spilled. One had dragged a foot through it and was making quite the trail.
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June 09, 2015 04:21:26
@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @RadishCake @Solztize

Saran's head snapped back up at her words, for an instant panicked that Blackwell had noticed his earlier episode, sure he was going to be in trouble somehow. It only took a second of reading her expression to know that this was not the case however. On some level, he knew that she struggled in some ways the same way he did. On another, he really, really wished she wasn't. He worked up a reassuring smile and leaned toward her slightly. "I know, Blackwell." He mumbled back. "Me too." He stood then, stretching. It relieved the ache in his limbs a bit, as he'd been sitting on this floor too long and allowed himself a yawn. Perhaps if he could act just a tad normal, it would re-assure Blackwell a bit. "Maybe a Hunt is what we need to work this out of our system a bit, yea?" He said warmly, watching the Hatchlings attempt to clean up the paint they had spilled. One had dragged a foot through it and was making quite the trail.
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Last edited on Jun 09, 2015 04:22:01 by Taquetocagy
@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @Taquetocagy @Solztize

Blackwell gave him a slight smile and nodded. She also added,
"I guess."
When she noticed the trail of paint left by the Hatchling, she picked him up and mumbled gently to him: "Now look at you, your leg is the color of the sun now. Better get cleaned up after you're done, alright?"
The Hatchling giggled and nodded. She gave him a good pat on the head and let him go so he could continue on cleaning the paint. She herself had also helped slightly by wiping off some of the paint with a cloth she had picked up from the ground. Most of the paint was cleaned up, except for a small patch near her tail. When she turned around and got the cloth ready to wipe it, the color had sort of mesmerized her. It was crimson in color with a few streaks of maroon, and it had reminded the Imperial of blood. The voice had gotten louder the longer she stared at it, but it quickly subsided as she wiped the paint. With the mess cleaned up, she proceeded in bringing the hatchlings to the nearby stream to get cleaned up. She looked to Saran and said: "I'll be back in a few minutes."
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June 09, 2015 04:42:17
@HeartStone @Mysterious32 @Taquetocagy @Solztize

Blackwell gave him a slight smile and nodded. She also added,
"I guess."
When she noticed the trail of paint left by the Hatchling, she picked him up and mumbled gently to him: "Now look at you, your leg is the color of the sun now. Better get cleaned up after you're done, alright?"
The Hatchling giggled and nodded. She gave him a good pat on the head and let him go so he could continue on cleaning the paint. She herself had also helped slightly by wiping off some of the paint with a cloth she had picked up from the ground. Most of the paint was cleaned up, except for a small patch near her tail. When she turned around and got the cloth ready to wipe it, the color had sort of mesmerized her. It was crimson in color with a few streaks of maroon, and it had reminded the Imperial of blood. The voice had gotten louder the longer she stared at it, but it quickly subsided as she wiped the paint. With the mess cleaned up, she proceeded in bringing the hatchlings to the nearby stream to get cleaned up. She looked to Saran and said: "I'll be back in a few minutes."
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Saran chuckled as Blackwell tended to the little ones she had been painting with. He'd never been close with the Hatchlings of the clan. They were little, sometimes impish little things. More often than not he was worried he was going to break them. Blackwell was always so gentle with them, though, even now as something was bothering her.

Saran spent as much time watching his clan-mates as he did talking to them, and he knew Blackwell wasn't usually one to get flustered easily, which worried him. He noticed the slight hesitation over the red paint, like blood.

blood...

As soon as it started he gave himself a shake to clear it. It bothered him that so often he was being plagued by this Feral Call. He gave Blackwell another small smile as she turned back to him again, trying to hid his own internal battle. He nodded slightly as she spoke to him. "I'll be here, don't worry."
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June 09, 2015 05:09:29
Saran chuckled as Blackwell tended to the little ones she had been painting with. He'd never been close with the Hatchlings of the clan. They were little, sometimes impish little things. More often than not he was worried he was going to break them. Blackwell was always so gentle with them, though, even now as something was bothering her.

Saran spent as much time watching his clan-mates as he did talking to them, and he knew Blackwell wasn't usually one to get flustered easily, which worried him. He noticed the slight hesitation over the red paint, like blood.

blood...

As soon as it started he gave himself a shake to clear it. It bothered him that so often he was being plagued by this Feral Call. He gave Blackwell another small smile as she turned back to him again, trying to hid his own internal battle. He nodded slightly as she spoke to him. "I'll be here, don't worry."
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((keep it to the RP order guys. Remember to ping the people in the RP after every response. Just a reminder, the order is @Solztize @Taquetocagy @radishcake @Mysterious32 , this means that after radishcake, we need to wait for mysterious to jump in. Dont undermine his RP space please))
((I'm ustilzing the 24 hour system, if someone doesn't reply in that time, we skip one space and continue with the order))
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June 09, 2015 07:07:19
((keep it to the RP order guys. Remember to ping the people in the RP after every response. Just a reminder, the order is @Solztize @Taquetocagy @radishcake @Mysterious32 , this means that after radishcake, we need to wait for mysterious to jump in. Dont undermine his RP space please))
((I'm ustilzing the 24 hour system, if someone doesn't reply in that time, we skip one space and continue with the order))
Last edited on Jun 09, 2015 07:09:39 by HeartStone
@Taquetocagy @radishcake @Solztize @HeartStone

((Sorry for not responding in so long, I've had a busy few days. And it's alright, I didn't know there was a posting order.))

Cardin nodded at Sortara and made his way out of the den, his shoulders sagged with the burden of his knowledge. Things had been rapidly deteriorating around the clan with Cardin finding that more and more often he stumbled on dragons staring blankly into the darkness. It was as if they were listening...to something. Something that Cardin couldn't hear. Not yet, anyways.

Cardin's tale swept across the dirt of the clan ground, his eyes searching the faces of those around him. He had learned to see the signs of the sickness in the faces of his friends and family. It was only a matter of time before he began seeing those signs in himself; he needed to familiarize himself with the evil.

Taking care not to get in any one dragons way, Cardin hurried into the foliage of the surrounding forest. He tried to recall where other clans were locating, drawing up a mental image. It was unlikely they'd let him get too close to their territory anyway. Most of the surrounding territories had gotten wind of the strange disease that their clan was slowly succumbing to. No one wanted the disease to spread, so they were place in a quarantine of sorts. A small price to pay to keep others safe, although it might not last long. The dragons that resided within Cardin's clan were becoming more and more malicious as the time drew on.
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June 09, 2015 07:09:18
@Taquetocagy @radishcake @Solztize @HeartStone

((Sorry for not responding in so long, I've had a busy few days. And it's alright, I didn't know there was a posting order.))

Cardin nodded at Sortara and made his way out of the den, his shoulders sagged with the burden of his knowledge. Things had been rapidly deteriorating around the clan with Cardin finding that more and more often he stumbled on dragons staring blankly into the darkness. It was as if they were listening...to something. Something that Cardin couldn't hear. Not yet, anyways.

Cardin's tale swept across the dirt of the clan ground, his eyes searching the faces of those around him. He had learned to see the signs of the sickness in the faces of his friends and family. It was only a matter of time before he began seeing those signs in himself; he needed to familiarize himself with the evil.

Taking care not to get in any one dragons way, Cardin hurried into the foliage of the surrounding forest. He tried to recall where other clans were locating, drawing up a mental image. It was unlikely they'd let him get too close to their territory anyway. Most of the surrounding territories had gotten wind of the strange disease that their clan was slowly succumbing to. No one wanted the disease to spread, so they were place in a quarantine of sorts. A small price to pay to keep others safe, although it might not last long. The dragons that resided within Cardin's clan were becoming more and more malicious as the time drew on.
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((@Heartstone Sorry bout that ;A;))
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June 09, 2015 07:10:45
((@Heartstone Sorry bout that ;A;))
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@Solztize @Taquetocagy @radishcake @Mysterious32
Sortara watched as the dragons left her den. Pulling her tail around herself, she shivered despite the summer heat.
and you lead them all....
came her darker self, which she quickly shook away.
It would be sssso easssy to jussst leave them all behind, find a lone den in the mountainsss
"shut up" she muttered inwardly, uncoiling herself and walking out of her den with her head held high. She nodded to a few of the clan elders as she made her way to the forests for the hunt. It was more appealing by the second.
Sortara made her way up to Saran and Blackwell, dipping her head respectfully and falling in time with their walking.
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June 09, 2015 07:13:31
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Sortara watched as the dragons left her den. Pulling her tail around herself, she shivered despite the summer heat.
and you lead them all....
came her darker self, which she quickly shook away.
It would be sssso easssy to jussst leave them all behind, find a lone den in the mountainsss
"shut up" she muttered inwardly, uncoiling herself and walking out of her den with her head held high. She nodded to a few of the clan elders as she made her way to the forests for the hunt. It was more appealing by the second.
Sortara made her way up to Saran and Blackwell, dipping her head respectfully and falling in time with their walking.
Last edited on Jun 09, 2015 07:22:46 by HeartStone
@HeartStone @ Solztize @Taquetocagy @radishcake @Mysterious32

Eisuke continued keeping watch over the clan. His violet eyes noticed everything around. His attention was caught by group of hatchlings were playing near him. Wouldn't their flesh be so soft and tender as you tear into them? Listen to your urges and hunt them now! Remember you are a dragon! A monstrous hunter!

Eisuke held a claw on his head as he tried to calm the voices down. Lately, they've been growing stronger and stronger each day. Isn't that a good thing then? You're being reminded of who you are! A hunter! "Be silent!" Eisuke suddenly growled out loud. All of the dragons turned to look up at him. Realizing this, he quickly muttered an apology and requested them to continue with whatever they were doing. These voices need to stop. Before I lose control...

A guardian goes over to him asking,"Eisuke? Are you alright?" He turns towards it noticing how close it was too him. Close enough to kill! You could easily crush its neck in a matter of seconds! Then you'd get to taste its juicy flesh... Surprised, the guardian moved backwards when Eisuke suddenly pounded a claw on the ground. "I'm alright," he snapped at it," Get back to your duty!" The other dragon yelped an apology before hurriedly walking away from him. Why did I say that?Because you're better than him! Than all of these weaklings! They are puny under your claws! He is now holding up both his claws to his head. The headaches and voices were making him irritated. Sighing deeply, he looks at the clan again trying to focus at guarding it. Guarding it from who? From myself?
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June 09, 2015 07:51:31
@HeartStone @ Solztize @Taquetocagy @radishcake @Mysterious32

Eisuke continued keeping watch over the clan. His violet eyes noticed everything around. His attention was caught by group of hatchlings were playing near him. Wouldn't their flesh be so soft and tender as you tear into them? Listen to your urges and hunt them now! Remember you are a dragon! A monstrous hunter!

Eisuke held a claw on his head as he tried to calm the voices down. Lately, they've been growing stronger and stronger each day. Isn't that a good thing then? You're being reminded of who you are! A hunter! "Be silent!" Eisuke suddenly growled out loud. All of the dragons turned to look up at him. Realizing this, he quickly muttered an apology and requested them to continue with whatever they were doing. These voices need to stop. Before I lose control...

A guardian goes over to him asking,"Eisuke? Are you alright?" He turns towards it noticing how close it was too him. Close enough to kill! You could easily crush its neck in a matter of seconds! Then you'd get to taste its juicy flesh... Surprised, the guardian moved backwards when Eisuke suddenly pounded a claw on the ground. "I'm alright," he snapped at it," Get back to your duty!" The other dragon yelped an apology before hurriedly walking away from him. Why did I say that?Because you're better than him! Than all of these weaklings! They are puny under your claws! He is now holding up both his claws to his head. The headaches and voices were making him irritated. Sighing deeply, he looks at the clan again trying to focus at guarding it. Guarding it from who? From myself?
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