A New Tale (Calling Eastern Character(s))

[♦€rida♦]

Posting for Syph because her computer's still out of order. The official meeting of east and west has begun!

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[⊱Erebos⊰]

[bg=000000][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] The air was nearly suffocating, it stung the throat and eyes of all creatures on the island, most succumbing to the blackened atmosphere, falling dead in their very tracks. When everything had first started, the blackening skies... dirty rains, Erebos knew. He knew something was amiss, that the seemingly normal clouds were evil and destructive. Yet, the wolf was still holding onto life as well as the day he escaped the laboratories and he wasn't quite sure of the emotions this fact gave him. One thing the shadowy figure knew was that he was enjoying all of it far too much. Was this the apocalypse? Did something far greater than themselves finally realize what Erebos had known for far too long now? Did something finally see that their species, all species were completely useless, not fit for the air they breathed? It would make sense, at least. Clogging the air with fumes, ash and heat, after all. The wolf slowly made his way towards the cliffs he knew all too well, his head even with his shoulders. Seemingly blind optics stared at nothing at all. The thick cataracts covering any emotion that could dwell within. Huge dark wings folded tightly to either side of his lithe frame, they almost seemed to dwarf even himself. When he reached the edge of the canyon, the view was even more obscured than normal. Ash hung in the air like a destructive fog. Many times Erebos had considered testing the wings he was burdened with here. Failure was something that was not taken lightly and at least if he failed here, sweet death would be only moments away. There was something on the other side of the deep gorge that called to him. Something he felt he needed more than anything else on this god-forsaken place. Perhaps his reason for existence would finally reveal itself the moment his disabilities were finally strong enough to lift him from the ground for more than a moment. With a gruff snort, the wolf turned on his heels and started following the edge of the deep canyon far too closely. He didn't walk long before something caught his pale orbs. The landscaping had completely changed. New, black, sweeping earth filled the deep abyss nearly to it's rim. Unsure of anything now, the wolf froze and for once, emotions struck up from his features. Auds rose then flattened against his skull numerous times. His nose twitched violently as he inched forward, creeping towards the unknown. Cataract covered orbs, though, still showed no emotion. They did him no good anyway right now. Nothing was to be understood about what he was looking at. Quickly, the black and gray wolf raced forward, circling the makeshift bridge before he leapt into a nearby tree, long dead now. Unfolding his wings as he neared it, he started flapping them harshly, lifting his body with the additional force of the jump. He had always been able to easily climb things with the help of the disability, but that's as far as it got. Something within him screamed at him to wait, so he did. Climbing as high as he could, he finally came to a rest. Looking down, the ground could barely be seen, the thick fog of ash making sight, smell both nearly impossible. He waited for what seemed like forever before his one last remaining useful sense caught something odd. So odd that his slender skull tilted in confusion as he stared out at nothing. Soft footfalls were coming from somewhere totally unexpected, the other side of the canyon. Had something already passed over the bridge, returning after finding nothing? Eyes widened, the large wolf slowly and silently crept further down the tree to catch a glimpse of this courageous canine. When she appeared, it was suddenly completely obvious that he was wrong. This canine had crossed the bridge, yes. But she had come from the other side. She had no idea where she was and she seemed... completely normal. This was not lost on the brute. A sneer crept across his maw and low vocals rang out to the lost coyote "Be silent. Be wise. Be something you never knew you were. You've entered into hell, my dear.". There was a laughter in his voice, temptation, betrayal. Although the insatiable thirst for violence had returned to him, this was not the time. He was far more intrigued by this canines very presence than of the ideas of rape, murder that usually floated through his mind. He waited only a few seconds after he spoke before he leapt from the tree, the dark appendages shadowing the coyote even more, although it seemed impossible with the blackened skies. They flapped slowly but hard, slowing his body down enough to come to a light landing just before the coyote. Feathers that had fallen from them still floating down around her. He only overly expressed the disability now as if to reinforce what he had told her. This must be something new to her, something frightening. Now, she would see the cataracts covering his orbs. She would assume blindness like all others if it hadn't been for his perfect landing in front of her and the way his own stared directly into hers, the sneering smirk still plastered along his maw.

[★ κynthia ★]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/oh8mjk.png] The world was dark, greying ash seemed to constantly fall from the heavens, the further across this bridge of stone and dirt she traveled the denser the mocking rain would fall. It did not matter if she lifted her head high or held her muzzle nearly level to the ground, there was no relief. Twins were laid back then twisted forward in a visible sign of the coyote's unrelenting curiosity. What tales lay beyond this strip of hell? What sights, what knowledge? Every second that ticked by only drove the canine deeper through the volcanic ash. It was difficult to breath the toxin's that danced through the air like vines, their intent even more deathly then the falling grey that blanketed every surface clouding the vision until one could hardly see but ten maybe twelve feet in front of them. If they were lucky. Still Kynthia moved forward at a steady unbroken pace, paws were light in their touchdown, and quick in their accent, leaving behind a trail that was soon swallowed, leaving little to no trace she'd ever passed this way. Soon the twisted shadows in the distance, vague and undistinguished revealed themselves to be leafless trees, long since dead. But that is not what held her attention, no it was in fact the faint bit of movement, moon touched eyes strained to catch. It would not belong before a deep unsettling voice rose from the surrounding darkness. A symphony of motion ceased, one paw half raised, hovering over the bedded earth while those intent pale optics scanned for that bit of movement that would confirm her earlier suspicions, she was not alone out here in this volcanic waste. The rush of wind sent a whirl of ash up and around the seemingly grey fae. For a moment she ducked her muzzle eyes squeezed shut to avoid the flaying debris, of course this posture did not last long as a soft thud echoed before her causing that cranium to lift sharply. There was no though as any kind simply scattered, that bottom jaw dropped open and eyes would widen at the sight that greeted her. The shower of feathers twisting and turning until they settled on the earth remained unnoticed while the coyote took in the obviously male wolf. From his shoulders along his back sprang huge wings, like that of a bird. His own eyes were a pale sort of blue one would associate with blindness, and yet given his intent gaze, she knew he was not blind. The sneer crossing his muzzle had the coyotes jaws snapping shut and that usual mysterious dignity that enshrouded her form settling across her shoulders. A slight inquisitive twist to that skull though no sound slipped free past blacken silks. It wasn't often that this fae could be shocked into silence but it seemed, as she studied the creature before her just as closely as he studied her, that this was one of the rare moments when nothing would come to mind. Thus her silence was held for a bit longer.

[⊱Erebos⊰]

[bg=000000][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] As he sneered at her, all his suspicious were confirmed just simply by the look in her eyes. This was indeed something new to her. Something astounding. Surely, he thought, she mustn't have anything similar where she comes from. Pale blue orbs left her features for an instant and glanced over her shoulder at the newly formed land bridge behind her. The sneer on his maw seemed to grow as he rose from his haunches and started to slowly circle her, staying far too close to her body for comfort. Oddly enough, the feeling of rage, the need for violence wasn't raging within his soul. It was as if this fae calmed him, or perhaps it was the insatiable need for information on what lay on the other side that kept him docile. As he circled her, dark wings seemed to caress her face as he passed them over her. "Good. You're learning. Being quiet is your best option, love." He quickly completed his circle and was now standing side by side with her, one wing lifted over and under her body, pulling her closer to his side as he whispered in her aud. "There are beasts here that can kill you with a simple glance. Others yet who chose the old fashioned way, yet, have some extreme advantages." A mocking chuckle arose in his throat to suggest he was talking about himself, which he was. He released her from his grasp, shaking his head with his laughter, giving her more space. Erebos gently folded his appendages at his side, almost gracefully, then addressed the Coyote once more. "Would you do me the honour?" Although he didn't specifically vocalize what he meant, the one quick nod towards the other side of the island, across the bridge would be enough for her to know he wanted to know about where she came from.

[★ κynthia ★]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/jai5j7.jpg] The sleek triangled cranium of the coyote pivoted, following the path the strange wolf took as he circled slowly around her ash coated frame. A moment of discomfort flared only to be stamped down beneath that firm iron control she'd honed. Even as he tucked her in against his side to whisper. Pale moons snapped toward him as he spoke of those who could kill with a simple thought, has she been less of a canine, less experienced with the fantastic world of tales and stories she might have cringed with fear. As it were Kynthia simply stood as his wings caressed her visage, merely offering a slow shake of that cranium as she absorbed the words he spoke. Excitement made that heart within her chest pound, here just within her paws grasp, was a vast strange world whose stories only needed a curious soul to root them out. His releasing of her brought her back to the here and now, that gaze shifted from scanning the immediate area toward his own dark face and the sinister chuckle that slipped free from his sneering mew. With his next words her training came into play, to look beneath the words to the actual meaning. He wanted to know about where she came from, for a moment that skull twisted to look back over her should as she contemplated what to impart. It was obvious this place she'd stumbled upon was one of danger, but so was the lands she'd roamed most of her life. Finally she spoke, the smooth liquid vocals held only a slight hesitation that quickly faded as the words slipped free. "Many tales lay behind, of a canines broken mind. Twisted in blood, the humans fell to the flood. Leaving nothing in their wake, but destruction and hate." Falling silent she'd wait for him to puzzle through her words. She could tell him the whole of the tale. Of Erida's broken mind finally screaming enough was enough, of those that joined her to slaughter all the humans who had once resided upon the western side of the isle. But she doubted, for the time being at least, that he would have the patience to hear the story she'd impart. So instead she'd wait measuring his reaction with a skillful eyes and a deeper knowledge of emotions then most could even comprehend. She knew how to toy with her audience, however large or small, to leave them hanging or draw them in. Still she did not use such antics with this one, no, something told her games with him wouldn't be a wise course of action.

[⊱Erebos⊰]

[bg=000000][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] His seemingly blind gaze never left her eyes, even as she turned her head to peer over in the direction she had originally came from. In normal circumstances, his own gaze would have followed hers, but he knew already that all he would see now was a the choking ash that seemed to engulf the pair. Only being able to see a distance of a few feet in front of yourself made it seem like these two canines were the only ones left in the entire world. They were completely alone. Erebos could muse on this, but he was far too interested in the vocals ringing out from the coyote than taking advantage of the loneliness in his own sick way. Black auds seemed to push forward and reach towards the sky, blank orbs widening in anticipation of the short story that was flowing through the coyotes maw. Although, when it all stopped more suddenly than he had expected, a large shadowy skull cocked slightly to the right, eyelids wincing over the pale blue optics, unsure of what his fae was up to. His mind processed the lyrics, and as he replayed them over once more, it was then he realized the rhymes. This forced a short burst of laughter from his chest, forgetting now the fact that he had once been interested in what lay beyond the bridge. "Well, well, then..", his voice would send shivers down any normal canines spine. One could almost see the words slithering their way from his own maw to the auds of any canine willing to listen. He was speaking in a manner that would suggest humorous insults, betrayal. There was a laughter intertwined, barely noticeable. "I guess you could say something similar for our end of things. Unfortunately, we couldn't escape the wraith of humans before they turned us into things so much more than what we are..." He had risen from his haunches in mid-speech and by the end of it, his wings were unsheathed and spread out, as if to prove his point once again. They looked much too large in comparison to his own body, being quite thin and lanky. Quickly, though, they returned to the more delicate position at his sides, leaving a flurry of feathers spinning about at either side of him. One thing he lived for was testing the will of others. Testing them until fear overwhelmed them. Although he didn't expect this to happen to this particular fae, old habits die hard and once again, he was circling her in a stalking fashion, slowly. Under the blank orbs, a hint of blood lust could be seen. "Although, what you have seen today is the bottom of the filthy scale of what you might encounter here, love. You will not find any others, save one, that wear their abilities so plainly. - Abilities. Funny Erebos should choose to use that word. For since he has had these appendages, he has referred to them as nothing but his disability. Unable to stop his pacing, he continued to do so. Every so often, blank orbs would sneak a peek at the bridge he intended to cross soon. Something was calling him, but he would wait until this bitch made on with her way. He didn't want to be linked so soon to the ravishings that would be taking place on her territory. The drool started to pool at the bottom of his jaw as he thought of one phrase. Fresh Meat..