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[Ironrock] Holding Down the Fort

Postby Tinnok on April 18th, 2014, 3:27 pm

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Holding Down the Fort
50th of Spring, 514 A.V.


Her world had turned upon it's head from a year previously. Everything the half breed thought she knew, thought she could hold onto was gone, save for her One True Mother of course, who would always embrace the wayward Witch wherever she roamed. Now instead of fighting in Myri's name she was befriending Dhani of every kind and other considerably more repulsive beings that made her Gnosis itch. She couldn't abandon her home even if she wished to, yet nearly all of its sentient inhabitants wanted her dead for one reason or another.

Sleep was always welcome now, straddled high up in the canopy, peeking through the thick foliage to see if Leth was shining down upon her or simply the blanket of stars that hung in the ebony night. Often dreams turned to nightmares, induced by paranoia that her fellow Myrians would capture her and drag her back to Taloba for treason, or that some Constrictor would do the same thing to her in Zinrah, sacrificing her to the Serpent Goddess. Her favorite dreams were those of Razkar, Ayatah, or Svan, and every now and again she would dream of the wolf pack she had met on the outskirts of Falyndar, the great Dire Alpha, her glossy dark coat and shining teeth.

But when her mind slipped into the treacherous expanse of the worlds beyond conciousness she had no idea of what was about to occur.

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A hand reached out and nudged her neck. It was a gentle motion, but D'Ilenia was not used to being woken in such a manner. Her eyes flashed open, mouth darting out to snap at whatever appendage had dared touch her. An instant too late she realized she was in human form, and her muzzle wasn't long enough to snap the hand which was withdrawn swiftly.

"Your watch now." The voice seemed bemused, and D'Ilenia's lips pursed, slightly frustrated as her yellow gaze peered upward to see the individual who had woken her. He was stocky and well muscled with a silver shock of hair and dark eyes: B'Elizzar. The female Kelvic cared little for her fellow wolf, one of the first Dires made in Ironrock. His superior size and strength made him particularly aggressive and sure of himself, and she disliked the way he assumed control over shifts as if he was her creator and could tell her where and when to go. She snorted at the ridiculousness of the thought and shifted upwards, slipping off the loose clothes so she could shift.

It took but a moment, B'Elizzar taking a measured step backward to allow her room and in the next instant a dark wolf stood in the woman's place, shaking her shoulders and padding without any acknowledgement to the Dire out from her quarters into the labyrinth of hallways that made up the Fortress.

She knew the way to Tomva's workplace as she knew the scents of the other wolves she patrolled with. Down two flights of stairs, past the rooms where they kept the raptors, down a narrow hallway that sloped a bit to the right and the last door on the left. The heavy wooden door was left open as always to allow Kelvics in animal form easy access, and D'Ilenia's creator sat where she normally did bent over a table scratching notes or perhaps another day's schedule, folders and reports piled high on either side of her.

The wolf trotted quietly up, but stopped herself a few feet away from her creator's heavy chair, sitting on her haunches and waiting patiently. It took little time for the woman to set down her writing implement and glance at the wolf, a smile spreading across her lips.

"D'Il, how are you?"

Tongue lolling she trotted forward. This was her cue, that she could receive attention. she paced forward laying her head in Savona's lap, eyes searching upwards and was given a wonderful scratch behind the ears as the woman began to talk.

"I just wrote up this week's schedule. Tonight you'll be watching over the stables, I was told a stallion or two was giving one of the groom's some trouble this evening."

She let out a whine.

"Enough of that." Tomva said sternly. "One of the dogs was injured so you'll be the big bad wolf that keeps them in line tonight, alright? B'El will relieve you in the morning and after that you'll be patrolling around the rookery." The hand was retracted from her head and D'Ilenia knew that was the end of her attention. She took a step back then turned on her heel and trotted briskly out of the room and towards the outside.

The she wolf did not enjoy horses. First of all they smelled, and no matter how frequently they were washed, brushed and trimmed they always smelled that way, even if it was covered up by lavender or some other scent. It was so musky and harsh, and that wasn't even considering their shykes, massive things that just sat steaming in the yards till a Groom or servant cleaned it up. Then of course they were so fussy and finicky. Massive creatures that could kill with a single well placed kick and most were frightened of their own shadow. The wolf shook her fur as she ran, taking solace in the fact that the dire male would have to look after them as well, he couldn't enjoy it either.

An Imperial watcher laying in a bed of hay pricked her ears and stared coolly at the wolf as she passed into the stables, slowing her gait and taking stock of the livestock there. This was going to be a long night.


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[Ironrock] Holding Down the Fort

Postby Kavala on June 8th, 2014, 12:02 am

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Her wrath had no boundaries. Irvyn Zanrisi had left on a trip and had refused to take A’Kenas. While he rarely traveled, when he did he never failed to take A’Kenas. She was his bondmate, his life, and protected him. But Irvyn went offworld, and while A’Kenas wasn’t certain where exactly offworld was, the place he’d gone was inhospitable to Kelvics and horses alike – so he’d said. A’Kenas couldn’t imagine a place where horses and Kelvics were not welcome but that mages could go. It seemed unreasonable to her. He’d made her comfortable of course. She usually stayed in his quarters. It was where all her things were. But in the here and now, she’d been banished back to the stables. Irvyn had vanished and the moment he’d stepped through the portal to embark on his trip, the bond had vanished.

A’Kenas had gone crazy. And the Zanrisi team had not been able to control her rampage. She’d torn Irvyn’s lab to pieces. And she’d torn into some of his assistants as well. They hadn’t understood what had happened. The Alizarin Team rarely went off world anymore. They sent Kelvics teams. Rarely did the scientist mages leave, let alone bonded ones, so no one had realized that Irvyn’s departure would act like a severed bond. Irvyn would not panic, of course, realizing it was the time and space putting too much distance between them. But A’Kenas would not understand. Irvyn hadn’t thought of it from her perspective. She had him fooled so much, mimicking his voice patterns, his mannerisms, and how he acted. She’d even started doing research of her own. But with him gone she was half insane… and no one could control her.

She was finally tranquilized and chained, banished to the stables. She had fought the bonds and harmed herself until finally the fight had gone out of her and the chains had come off. Now, she simply stood in her darkened stall, uncommunicative with anyone, more friends of the shadows than of the light. A’Kenas went through the motions, eating when food was put before her. She drank when she was thirsty. But otherwise most of the scientists wrote her off as completely and utterly crazy. They had even talked of putting her down, but since Irvyn was missing and had been gone for three seasons, no one had the heart to cut his bondmate’s throat. So out of respect for what her rank used to be and the fact she was a first generation, everyone left A’Kenas alone.

A’Kenas liked it that way.

She liked quiet and wasn’t getting it these days. Frustrated, she wanted to slit a few stallions throats all on her own. The beasts she was stabled with were third and forth generation Kelvics, ones that were not bonded and simply used in their tasks until they eventually found bondmates and moved on to better accommodations or larger barns. They were breeding stock and it was spring… so the stallions called and fought and tried their best to impress mares that were sometimes interested but mostly nasty.

The shield pinto paced her stall sometimes, digging at the thick straw and glad they had given her a loose box. But she hated it. It was a prison. And there were bars on the windows and bars separating her from the other boxes beside her. At first they’d tried to let her out to get exercise, but she’d kicked down more fence posts, shifted more freely, and often walked away as a human. They brought her back. It was hard to hide as a horse or a woman in the territory of hundreds of Kelvics all with better senses and tracking abilities than she had.

So after being brought back once more, a stablemaster made a call, moved her to a large end box that was usually reserved for a stallion, and shut her in… for good. A’Kenas hadn’t protested. There was no point. To her, life had gone grey and there was no joy in being outside because Irvyn wasn’t here. He was gone. He was beyond her ability to feel him. And that made her so sad … so utterly sad… that there was only one thing left to do…

A’Kenas would get free and learn where he’d gone… and she’d follow.

Only there were problems with that. No one left her out. Her only visitors were stable hands that came in and tied her up short by leather halters when they wanted to clean her stall. Sometimes she shifted into her human form. It gave her some relief to pace on her human legs. But then the people that came to clean got the wrong idea. They touched her in places she did not approve of and tried to force her into a corner. The first man who had tried it had lost part of his face as A’Kenas had snapped at him with her human teeth and had awkwardly caught him in the cheek when he’d forced a kiss on her. She’d ripped half his face away.

The stablemaster took a whip to them both… the stable cleaner for taking liberties, and A’Kenas for not reporting it properly and committing violence against a handler. Violence wasn’t permitted. She knew the rules. And she gladly took the whip. Because to her it was worth it to see the handler deformed for the rest of his life. It would serve as a visual warning to other women. The man touched without being invited.

And so only women cleaned her stall now. A’Kenas preferred it that way. Men annoyed her. Men reminded her of Irvyn which she wanted no reminders of now that he was gone and had been gone for so long. There was a hole in her soul. And it was one nothing would fill.

The stablemaster had even decided to breed her. He thought maybe a pregnancy and a foal would snap her out of her depression. She’d killed the first stallion they’d turned her out with. The second one they tried would never walk right again. Wisely they teased her with the rest in the barn when she came into season and none of them were even graced with a look from her.

The Stablemaster gave up. And so she was left to rot… going on a fourth season. It was going on a year. Sometimes on the other side, offworld, time passed differently. If Irvyn was okay, he might have only had five chimes pass while A’Kenas fought for her sanity after her broken bonds. Or he might have suffered equally, ten years having passed to her one. The Alizarian Team looked. They speculated. But none were sure where he went or why. None wanted to know. The business with a team member vanishing was harsh. No one wanted to be reminded of their mortality. Irvyn’s team carried on in his wake, successful, because Irvyn himself was brilliant and left good notes. They didn’t need him any longer, if truth would be told.

And only Marcus and A’Kenas missed him.

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[Ironrock] Holding Down the Fort

Postby Tinnok on June 8th, 2014, 1:16 am

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There was just enough of a breeze to keep the insects off and her body cool. Horses whickered and stamped every now and again in their stalls, smelling her, she smelling them, but there were no wolves in Ironrock that were no Kelvic, and thus the natural danger instinct that came with such a smell was dulled. The horses settled, she settled, and the night was quiet.

And boring. D’Ilenia pawed at the ground, drawing lines with her claws, then rubbing them out with her pads or tail. She lay down, head on her paws, staring out at the stalls, not even tired enough to take a nap even if she had wanted to. She even paced over to the Imperial Watcher, they smelled each other, acknowledging the mingling of scents, but that took only a chime, then she returned to her seat, watching the dark stalls and shadows that moved within them.

The best thing to do was pace, it kept energy in her legs, let her eyes rove the stars and stalls. Each one was the same, and she made a game of picking out the differences, the smell of the varnish, the musk of the horses in each one, the marks, scratches, and worn parts of the wood. This after a few chimes, was even more boring than anything else she had attempted. Until of course she came to the last stall, fairly massive compared to the others, and completely closed off, the wolf saw all the stables as small prisons, just with more open space, but this one…this one had bars, and more metal. Her head canted to the side, tonque lolling, and she walked up to it, sniffing the tangy unnatural scent of the bars. But she also smelled the rank odor of horse feces, and the musk of one, all fresh. There was a horse in there.

D’Ilienia racked her memory for answers. She rarely patrolled the stables, much of her life was spent inside the massive fortress, she new the layout within like Tomva’s scent, could traverse it from top to bottom in chimes, guide people from place to place, and often sat watch out of labs and offices to make sure no prying was done, though she never quite understood such a measure. She had hunted in the woods, had learned to track, to fight, but to fight in defense of the scientists, the workers. She was not to fight with the other wolves, the other animals, this was the rule above all others that was ingrained in her mind, and which she repeated to herself in mantra fashion when a Kelvic unduly annoyed her.

But this was off topic, she was trying to figure out why the horse was inside, how long it had been there. She paced in front of her cell, this mental train of thought letting her escape a night of utter boredom. A horse to be within those walls meant trouble. Was it one of the stallions Tomva had mentioned? No…no on top of the fresh odors that confirmed a being within, there was the old scent as well. Even if the cell was cleaned…traces of this equine’s presence remained, was almost ingrained in the cell. It had been there for some time.

The easiest choice would be to ask the Imperial Watcher, or even Tomva. Tomva encouraged curiosity, as long as it wasn’t too frequent or didn’t require lengthy explanation, since she always had so much work to do. But waiting for Tomva’s answer would mean waiting a day, maybe even a week until the next schedules were placed, so infrequently did she see her maker. And asking the watcher…the dark wolf continued pacing, indecisive, a strange sense of pride about her breed and heritage winning over the desire to get more knowledge, so instead, she decided to go straight to the source of her now piqued curiosity.

She shifted, glad the night was warm, since now she was bare, dark hair falling past her shoulders, bare feet pressing into hard packed earth as she strained upward, her voice trying to be…relatively quiet.

“Hey, horse. What’s wrong with you?” For some reason, disobedience, or violence had not passed through the wolf’s mind, so ingrained her psyche were her orders, her code to the other wolves, the people, and other Kelvics of Ironrock. She assumed the horse must be ill, and that somehow this cage was keeping her from getting the other horses sick.

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[Ironrock] Holding Down the Fort

Postby Kavala on June 12th, 2014, 9:10 pm

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A’Kenas didn’t bother moving from the shadows. It was only a wolf. The shield pinto liked the shadows. Sometimes they even spoke to her. She imagined that she could step right through them and be someplace else, someplace new, with just a thought. The only light that fell into her stall was the weak light the lanterns cast at night. They left a circular glow on the front half of her stall. Sometimes when Leth was out, a beam or two of moonlight would sweep into the window that looked out over a cliff. It never made much sense to A’Kenas. Who would build a stable butted up against a cliff so that the horses only had one way out and their windows overlooked mountains?

She stamped a hoof, snorting, and arched her head to scratch at one knee. The smack of her teeth on the limb made a hollow echoing sound. Hair shifted against cold steel as the mare cocked a hip against the back wall of her stay. Hay rustled under night dark hooves. The Kelvic was restless that evening. And it had been a long time since anyone new had patrolled the stables. She blinked again, noting the wolf watching her. Equine nostrils flared as the horse drank in the predatory smell. It had an off flavor to her, something that didn’t set well though it was something she was used too. All dogs were like that. And weren’t wolves just feral dogs?

The horse pawed at the straw, wondering what the wolf wanted. Then surprisingly the wolf shifted and spoke. The woman’s words rolled over the shield pinto’s senses and she realized the wolf didn’t know. It startled the mare in a way that smacked of opportunity. Possibilities arose. Hooves paused in their pawing and walked the mare forward without conscious thought. A snort was issued and then the whole mare’s body shook a moment as if chasing off a fly. She lifted her head and the wolf could see her mane was overgrown. Her feltlock was too. The horse had to toss her head to reveal her blue eyes. They stared at the wolf a moment before the form dissolved into that of a woman.

“Nothing is wrong with me.”
She stated simply, her voice husky from disuse. A’Kenas couldn’t remember the last time she’d shifted simply to hold a conversation with someone. She remembered being forced to shift and collared… but they’d long since found her easier to handle as a horse. Horses didn’t have hands that picked locks. Hooves were useless in subterfuge. “I stood up for myself against violence. They did not agree with me. Sometimes it is better to kick and bite and stop the violence than to wait it out and then report it afterwards. These humans, they do not make any sense sometimes with all their rules.” A’Kenas said, shifting around and peering down at the wolf through the bars of her cage. She was still horse-like, even as a woman.

“You don’t touch people where you should not forcing your unwanted attention on them do you?”
The mare turned human asked, tossing her head so that her long white and black streaked hair fell back down her face rather than concealing it. “If you have no desire to touch me, I would like very much to be let out to bathe, defecate, and urinate. I dislike urinating where I must sleep. And they do not clean my stall as often as they should.” The Kelvic said, looking thoughtful. She reached forward, wrapped her thin hands around the bars of the stall, as if to prove she had no weapons.

The Kelvic moved then and her hair swung back. D’Ilienia could clearly see the gold earring in her ear with a noticeable F1 etched in it. The horse was a first generation Kelvic, one made not born. There were few of them left these days, having some lost their lives due to short lifespans and others having been killed in action. Those that were left were mostly bonded to their creators and permanent residents of Ironrock.

It made no sense that this one would be here in a stalls completely barred in.

“Will you let me out?”
A’Kenas asked carefully. “I am A’Kenas.” She added as an introduction and a way to soothe the wolf’s concerns if indeed the canine had any.


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[Ironrock] Holding Down the Fort

Postby Tinnok on June 13th, 2014, 3:35 am

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Her fingers brushed against the bars, yellow eyes straining to peer into the shadows. She saw the horse snort and stamp, reacting to her words, though she wasn’t sure if that was good or ill. When she stepped forward she saw that her mane was tangled and long, hair covering most of her face. Her appearance made the Kelvic wolf blink rapidly. She had never seen a horse not groomed before, even troublesome ones were trimmed and groomed whether they wanted to be or not, though it seemed overall they enjoyed that sort of thing.

A warning went off in the back of her mind, mostly drowned out by overwhelming curiosity at the whole scene. If something was locked up for long periods of time, not cared for, ignored…that meant it was more trouble to tend to it than leave it be. But this female didn’t look like trouble, at least from the wolf’s perspective. She had bright blue eyes and her hair matched the splotches on her body, and the way she began speaking, if sounded as if she hadn’t talked in sometime. The two were of a height with each other, yellow eyes staring into blue ones as she continued speaking.

D’Ilenia understood her words, yet did not quite catch her meaning. She had been violent? But someone had done something to her to deserve this violence, that seemed to be what she was implying. But if they had deserved it…no she addressed that too. If she had been in wolf form she would have sat on her haunches to contemplate. As it was the woman scratched thoughtfully behind her ear with two fingers. There was not a rule she had been given that didn’t seem right or fair. She obeyed Tomva over all, respected the others that guarded and watched, did not harm any other animals big or small. Perhaps there were little things, like why did she have to wear clothes all the time in human form? It wasn’t her fault the humans stared, that was their problem not hers. And why did that stupid dire get to be the alpha when he was the newest wolf added to their security grouping? And why could she patrol almost everywhere, but not some places? And why couldn’t she…hrm.

Lost in thought, the horse’s next question took her by surprise. She didn’t what? “Uh…I do not think so…” She said, not translating the meaning to the Kelvic’s prior incident.

Her requests seemed so logical, so…simple. All she wanted to do was bathe, she wasn’t filthy, but she wasn’t….clean either. D’Ilenia twitched her nose inhaling the pungent scent of horse again, scratching her other ear this time. If she was locked up for violence, then she should remain within, only human handlers were the ones that would feed and clean her, and it was then that the wolf caught sight of the earring, gold that marked her as an original. Her eyes widened, she had only seen one or two first generation Kelvic in her time upon Ironrock, and then only at a glance, never up close, and they would never…never be treated this way, of that she was certain.

“I am D’Ilenia.” She said in way of reply, her eyes already on the lock that would prove the key to getting A’Kenas out of her cage and into the fresh night air. Something continued nagging at her mind, but the wolf was able to push it away. This was a mistake, that was for certain. She was just guarding, just watching, but D’Ilenia enjoyed doing more, so now…now she was doing just that.

The key would be kept with a handler, more than one because only having one key would be silly, but carrying around one key all the time just for this pen would be silly, they would put it somewhere, more precisely…hang it somewhere. D’Ilenia held up a finger. “I’ll be back.” Then strode off around the stables, the part she’d want is where they’d keep most of the brushes, saddles, bridles, in a neat little tack room where all the horse hair and dust from the hey wouldn’t get on things. As she rounded the bend she saw the Imperial Watcher eyeing her. Ears alert, eyes watching the shifted wolf coolly.

Suddenly D’Ilenia became aware of two things: 1. Even if she thought what she was doing was right, no one else would. 2. The Imperial Watcher was most likely going to try to stop her.

This made her freeze in her tracks. D’Ilenia barely ever got in trouble, something about the idea of Tomva being mad with her or even worse…disappointed, was too much to bear. When she got angry at her security mates she kept it inside, when she was jealous of those with bonds, she kept it inside. She released these sorts of feelings, that might otherwise make her do bad things, when they were out on the hunt. There she could rip apart her prey, lose herself in deer and rabbit tracks, absorb all the sights and smells and not worry about guarding rosters or the incessant whisperings of the humans with each other. It was just her and the wild.

As it happened, it had been a long time since D’Ilenia had been allowed on a hunting trip, the pent up emotions building and bubbling inside her form, determined not to do anything wrong, to be perfect so that Tomva would spend more time with her, so that maybe one day they could bond, and she would never leave her side…

But that day seemed so far and distant, and she was right here, on the cusp of a discovery, perhaps even…an adventure that could equal a hunt. Her yellow eyes met the Watcher’s and though it was not as threatening in her human form, a low growl peeled out of D’Ilenia’s throat a warning not to interfere. She wasn’t sure if it matter, but she wound her way around the building into the Tack Room. It was dark, no lanterns here, and she opened a window to let in a bit of Leth’s light, a glint of metal catching her eye. It was a key, she was not sure if it was the key, but it had the same color as the metal around the lock.

Her fingers hovered over the key, sensing that grabbing it and leaving it would both mean something soon. But with a smooth motion the thin black chord lifted off of the nail it was held on, and grasping it tightly, D’Ilenia wound her way back to the first generation Kelvic that lay trapped in a prison of her own excrement.

She found blue eyes awaiting her return, and she approached the lock with her key, pushing it towards the lock, hovering away from the dark keyhole, and yellow eyes flickered up to A’Kenas. “Please do not turn into a horse and kick me to death when you are out.” If she was going to ask her strange questions, it seemed only prudent she make her own odd request. Something about the idea of a powerful horse hoof breaking her bones did not appeal to the wolf at all.

And then the key was in the lock, sliding in relatively smoothly for all that A’Kenas may have been neglected. The lightest of clicks heralded the unlocking of the door, and D’Ilenia swung it open slowly, a quiet creaking that seemed far too loud for the quiet night echoing out across the yard.

Despite her own convictions, the Kelvic Wolf felt a serious wrongness in her gut about what she had just done.

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