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December 13, 2024 After winning the challenge for Wolfbron Bluffs and becoming the fourth Dieudonné to hold the crown, Lazare releases all the members and ends the longest standing pride's reign over the island. After seven years of the Bluffs being held by the same family, it now sits empty, waiting for the next chapter of it's leadership.

December 6, 2024 Death came to a witch hunter after she called for the death of Karsa, with Kvare answering it causing Miaran to fall. Lazare Dieudonné challenges Louve Dieudonné for Wolfbron Bluffs. Snow seems to be falling in the middle of the summer as strange animals show up and offer a tempting meal for those brave enough to jump in.

November 8, 2024 Scorpius has gone missing and in his place Zaahir steps up to take the throne of Andal Oasis. How this change of leadership will shake things up in the lands, only time will tell.

October 11, 2024 Something is happening in the Scorched Wilds. There is a battle raging between a familiar force and an unfamiliar one. What will you do? Help or hinder?

October 1, 2024 Spooky things are happening as the afterlife start walking among the living once again.

September 30, 2024 Louve Dieudonné manages to keep Wolfbron Bluffs in the family. What will happen between the Bluffs and the otherwise peaceful pride of Lorien Plains?

September 20, 2024 Ilarion Rurik challenges for Wolfbron, will the Dieudonné lead pride fall?

September 8, 2024War broke out once again in the Lagoon when a wedding had some uninvited guest arrive. The war results in the most death matches the island has seen at once. The Summit was challenged by Brighid with Talisa answering the call. After many years of the Summit have the same two leaders, the Summit changes hands. What will this mean for the balance of Amaryllis? A witch hunt has started by Luther and Miaran which seems to be turning things on an island that is full of magic.

August 25, 2024 War broke out in the challenge for the Lagoon after Cassius tries to take the Lagoon from Isla. The Cove remains with Miaran. The leadership of the Mire switches from Sigrún hold to Rike when Luther comes back to take his birthland back. Elephants push into the Rainforest and push out the lions there. Soon after Lucifer lays claim to his birthland and takes over the Rainforest.

June 27, 2024 Conflict and tensions rise as prides come head-to-head with one another across Amaryllis - just as Pyrrha and Cassius take the leap to try and claim (or reclaim) their own thrones.

May 24, 2024 Rulers continue to shift, family strife ensues, and, per usual, tensions seems taunt and always lingering on the horizon.

April 24, 2024 Things are rocky within Amaryllis as the Dieudonne clash result in three deaths and forces a shift in the rulership of Firnen Rainforest. With Caladan Cove freshly overturned as well, what will the consequenecss of these events be?

March 30, 2024 The lull has ended as a long standing family, the Dieudonné, launch death matches against their own. The Plains sees a challenge from a new comer, Aphrodite, and the quite pride is pushed into the spotlight.

March 19, 2024 A momentary lull has overtaken the lands of Amaryllis as its inhabitants attempt to find their footing and rebuild after a string of challenges. How long it will last, however, nobody can be quite sure.

February 11, 2024 The Mire has fallen from the Stärke family and is now held by Luther Rike. The change has stirred but the fighting nature of those on the island. The Brook finds a new leader with Icefang and Isla takes over the Lagoon after a storm pushes out the old leader. Reti finds himself the leader of the Hollows after Alexander is hurt. The Oasis finds a new leader in Léonie who is soon tested by Harou.

January 8, 2024 The snow has finally begun to melt anew, which means that the world is slowly returning to the much-anticipated summer season. With the various holiday activities and the other jests put on by Nafasi also coming to a close, it is safe to say that winter is finally over.

December 5th, 2023 Nafasi had pulled a cruel trick and has sent Amaryllis back into a renewed winter season! But it's not all bad, because the lands will also see a handful of holiday-themed events popping up as a result. To make things more interesting, a wayward trio of travlers have also arrived and are facilitating a mass competition between the prides, bands, and rogues -- formally dubbed the Amaryllis Winter Games.

December 2nd, 2023 The spring air brings forth a number of pride challenges. A familiar challenger for the Cove and the Oasis arrive to try to earn what they want. The new leader of the Lagoon is tested in battle as well. What changes will come from the challenges? Who will remain standing and who will find their world turned upside down?

November 27th, 2023 In a challenge between mother and daughter, the leadership of Wolfbron Bluff changes for the first time in 5 IC years.

November 22nd, 2023 Two death matches, one resurrection, and an almost-war later, the lands find themselves in a constant state of turmoil and calamity. Families have been torn apart and endless blood has been spilt; but how is it all going to end?

November 3rd, 2023 The lands stir violently as a death match rages on between Aeistrios Saxe and Morrigan Greyflood. Observers spill into the pit in droves to witness what will no doubt be a historic battle -- and it is clear that this familial fued is far from over, no matter who wins and who dies.

October 12th, 2023 With winter comes the surge of more pride challenges; Ludivine challenges Ryker for Firnen Rainforest and is victorious in her endeavors, meanwhile an outcropping of maims breaks out on the sidelines. In a shocking turn of events Luther returns to challenge Bruno for Ecrosia Mire, will the former heir prove victorious or has Bruno got what it takes to keep his brother's ambitions at bay? This has undoubtedly shaken things up as Bruno declares war against Andal Oasis and Allies in the process!

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TOO SWEET
      |   #1
I'M STARVING, DARLING -
TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of stillborns, blood


She had known something was wrong - but she'd ignored it. Desperate to remain blissfully unaware, desperate to cling to the peace offered by @Faolán's gentle labor. But when she woke, stomach contorted in fury, she'd groaned and thrust a hand out to find her mate's as the fear washed over her.

Sheol isn't sure, when she comes to, how long it's really been. She thinks the sun had barely risen when this started and now - now the moon hangs lazy in the sky while it pours beyond the mouth of their chosen den. She swallows against the sandpaper in her throat, wincing. Had she been screaming? she had Or had it just been hours since she's drank anything? longer than that. Weakly, she pushes herself up onto her side, propping an elbow under her and blinking wearily against the darkness. Fao? she croaks, ears flicking back at the grating of her own voice. She sounds so... weak. she is It never occurs to her, in this moment, to reach out for @Draven; he had never been the soft landing she sought when things turned dark. Had never been the smoothing hand against her back while she sobbed. He was always something darker, some vice she allowed herself to turn to after the fact.

But now? Now all she wants is the plush fur of her sister-in-arms and the familiar scent of her sweet-and-spicy perfume.

Confusion wars with dread and she trembles as her mind tries to keep her forgetting, to keep her safe. But there are three still bundles at the mouth of the den, wrapped in small fur chunks and dreadfully, painfully still.

She freezes, a paw outstretched, and flashes her eyes around the den. They're too-wide, with too much white showing and a pupil that have dilated to swallow the pale blue as terror pulses through her. I... she tries, brows tightening. What did I do? Because, surely, there is only one person at fault her.

Only her.

Sheol has an OOC-imposed handicap during fights. Being clawless, I take 2 hit dice off of her total!
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(This post was last modified: 05-15-2024, 08:56 AM by Faolán.)
TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of stillborns


truthfully, to even call the she-wolf a medic was a stretch.

her talents ( and interest ) lay more int he realm of posions. she had been taught and raised how to hobble, to hurt-- to maim without ever drawing a knife. that is what she likes to do-- she likes to hurt. everything else she picked up along the way was simply... extra. learning how to undo her own posions had been essential; learning how to set a bone had only happened when one of her sisters had tripped over the other during a race. calling faolan a medic was not quite right, even if it wasn't wrong.

still, though-- even if she was a medic, she is not a midwife.

she feels prepared, though; her own cubs lay on a bundle of pelts in this very den. her pregancy ( and resulting birth ) had been, blessedly, easy. though she'd seen a few that weren't, her own experience makes her think that those situations were rare. and maybe it's this experience that fills her with the confidence needed to assist her mate solely. and maybe it's this confidence that leads to everything going quickly awry.

in the aftermath, she wears @Sheol's blood. in the aftermath, her fur is stained and tangled; shivering, trembling, she's weary on her feet but never once does she stop. it's only when sheol's voice rings out-- soft, nervous, detatched-- does faolan pause. i'm here, she whispers softly-- not wanting sheol to worry. but.... mismatched eyes are wide ( haunted ), brimming with both shed and unshead tears as she looks to her mate. i-- she starts but doesn't finish; how could she finish? what could she ever say?

it's only when sheol sounds wounded, guilty, that faolan truly finds her voice. no, she says, cutting off sheol's train of thought, gentle as she could. her voice shakes just as much as her hands. you were amazing, my love. faolan says, and tries not to think of the last few hours. gently, gingerly, she steps closer to sheol-- reaching a hand out to cradle her jaw. gently turning her muzzle away from the still, unmoving bundles at the mouth of the den ( don't think about them ). she says nothing more-- she can say nothing more-- but tries to hold sheol's gaze for a long moment.

i love you, i'm sorry, it's not your fault, i did everything i could, i'm sorry, i failed you, i failed them, i'm sorry, i love you.

she swallows, thickly, before she steps back-- not going too far, but letting sheol have room to breathe. instead, she lays down at sheol's one free side, protective and sympathetic in equal measure. i can bring them to you, when you're ready, she says after a long moment-- sheol should meet them. faolan had, and she loved them already, even if they'd never taken a single breath. here, her voice breaks, and it takes her a moment before she's able to finish her thought, but finally she does: but-- i think you should name her.

because-- there is one babe, tucked to sheol's other side. too small and too dark, but alive.
ARTCODE
      |   #3
I'M STARVING, DARLING -
TRIGGER WARNING!
This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of stillborns


She feels as though she's back in that icy cavern that Dagr had locked her in. Every part of her aches in ways she ever thought possible and it seems so dark even as light filters through the denmouth. @Faolán is there - always, steadfastly, there - but her words feel distant to Sheol. Sound underwater, and she turns to face her love with an arm outstretched, fingers wanting. They tremble, too - but they're not so blood-coated as the she-wolf's.

It's not the blood that makes the shield maiden pause, it is the heaviness in her partner's gaze as her eyes turn to hers, words failing. Ever the caretaker, Fao's hand cradles her cheek and turns her gaze to meet hers, to force her mind away from the ugly truth idea that she has, somehow, failed the children set aside. A smile, watery and thin that trembles as she sucks in an uncertain breath, touches her dark lips. She leans into the touch, exhaling in a sound that is just as uneven. i'm sorry you- Sheol starts, but bites off the words with a hard swallow.

I'm sorry I put you through this, I'm sorry you were here alone, I'm sorry I couldn't-

But, no. They were done blaming themselves, weren't they? Done blaming one another or anything except the cruel hand of fate of Bjorn hovering over their lives. And they both fall quiet as the little wolf settles against her back and Sheol leans against her with a little sigh, gaze drifting down to the small, dark bundle waiting at her stomach. It brings a fresh wave of grief to her chest and she swallows against the threatening sound of a sob, her paw lifting to gently rest against the babe's back. She's tiny and fluffy and perfect and her eyes slip close as tears fall down her dark cheeks. She'll never be alone. She tells her mate with a smile, despite the sadness. Because she has other siblings, nestled groggily in the fur of their den, waiting to meet her. Because she has them, a pair of mothers who have waited an eternity for a moment this perfect. And she even has Draven - and everything that comes with that.

Her name is Asbjorn. She says softly, brushing her paw against her back and gently snuggling her closer. And Weylyn, Syver, Munin. she adds, lifting her gaze to rest on the distant, still bundles.

Sheol has an OOC-imposed handicap during fights. Being clawless, I take 2 hit dice off of her total!
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ink feathers shift, adjust, tip. a dive, a spiral, then leveling out in to ... quiet. peace. soaring on a warm updraft, skating along the edge of an eddy.

contentment. undisturbed, unreachable by..


blood.

silver eyes snap open and a heavy head lifts, nose to the air, scenting. tasting, as his tongue curls along his lips and he rises from his spot, ever the stoic sentinel. steps that are hefty turned almost feather-light as he quests for his wives and follows the copper tang in the air.

blood

He hungers for it, yearns for it. salivates at the thought of the way it might coat his tongue and trickle down his throat. or, even more appealing, gush. a vein, an artery, the life that slips away with every thump of a failing heart.

a raven calls and he exhales -- "no"

but -- there is more than just blood, here. more than birth and mess and the ick that comes with new life. there is more and Bjorn crows his victory, looming over the beaten orphan boy, shackling him to the wall and raining lashes down upon his scarred flesh. opening new wounds alongside the barely healed old, each stroke accompanied by a bass-line of laughter.

"i told you." it is not clear which beast holds the reins, here. it is not clear for there is a softness in his gaze and a bite in his voice and they are at odds. there is a gentleness in his touch (a toe that traces the too-still bodies lined up at the door) that rivals the harsh set of his jaw, the clench of his teeth. (perhaps he fights the beast that wishes to devour them, or to throw them to the always-hungry ravens that settled just outside the den)

draven is too big, here, but that does not stop him.

"as one of yours." for now he has found the small body, thick furred and perfect, tucked up against the side of her mother. "i promised."

is there a yearning in his eyes? a plea in his voice? a need for recognition that he would never give voice to? there is a struggle, certainly, as he fights for control, but would she see beyond that? would they?

@Sheol @Faolán
      |   #5
The clawing sense of loss lingers, even above the crushing wave of cruelty. Hadn't they suffered already enough? What was the point of twisting the blade, too? When @Sheol starts to apologize faolán makes a soft little noise, a quiet hushing-- the lullaby to this new little life of theirs. Made all the sweeter for the children they had, even the ones who would need to be laid to rest.

Each and every one of them gets a name. Sheol hands them out with care and they are etched easily in faolán's mind and upon her heart. I'm glad to have met them, she murmurs, voice soft from around the lump in her throat. She means it, of course, even if she wishes that fate were kinder to her partner in this moment. Gently her muzzle presses down to deposit a chaste kiss to sheol's crown, sweat-slick and beautiful. She was right-- this surviving daughter would not be alone. And the ones who had not made it... they wouldn't be alone, either; surely, they would be welcomed into whatever waited beyond death by all the other daughters ( and sisters and mothers ) they had lost on the way to this moment.

And then, this moment is ruined.

There is an ear-splitting caw from just beyond the mouth of the den. A warning, perhaps-- the wolf certainly takes it that way. Immediately she shifts, protective at sheol's side. Maternal instincts high with such precious cargo now living here as well. @Draven is not quite a welcome sight, not when he lingers-- touching the stillborn babies like it was nothing as he croons. The she-wolf, bathed in blues and crimson already, sees red. Don't you dare touch them, she snarls as she leaves sheol's side at an alarming speed-- barreling foreard and straight towards him. She keeps her body in between him and the babies ( both alive and dead ), intent on shoving him away and out of the den. Get out. There was no room for him here, not with that look in his eye. They often gave him room to settle himself, but here faolán would take no chances-- claws unsheathed, dainty muzzle creasing in a snarl.
ARTCODE
      |   #6
CARRION COMFORT ME, CARRION COMFORT ME
The single chid at her stomach gives a chirping sound and Sheol reaches to press her nose to little Aisling's forehead, instinctively soothing the babe. Faolan promises she's glad, despite it in. Or perhaps in spite of it? And the shield maiden smiles, weary and soul-heavy, as she leans against the medic at her back. The kiss coaxes a small sigh from her lips and she allows the guilt - the shame and burning, bitter regret - to wash away from her.

She hadn't ruined this; perhaps Bjorn had.
Perhaps Bjorn had cursed her, long ago.
But she didn't do it. And Sheol believes Faolan, finally, in this moment.

And then - the shriek of a too-familiar corvid. It tightens every muscle in her body, jerking the exhausted woman up like a marionette. Her legs spasm and forepaws wrap about her surviving daughter, pulling her - squawling, upset - to her chest. Her eyes are wild, caught between panic ( how long had it been since Sheol felt fear in the presence of Draven? Or any of them? ) and rage. Instinct is a wicked, thoughtless creature that turns the shield maiden to her base desire: protect. Protect.

And seeing @Draven caress the children, bundled in tiny furs and set so devoutly at the mouth of the den, has blood roaring in her ears. There's something bestial in him; there's something soft. And she can't bear to see which will win this war.

But before she can even find her feet, @Faolán is there. Always, she is there.

"As one of yours. I promised."

She hears the crooning whisper even as her love barrels across the small den, shoving up against the colossal beast. One of yours. It's both ominious and soothing as she tips her jaw to look down at her darling daughter, chest constricting. Oh, Bjorn. She thinks - does she? Is it a thought or is it aloud? What horror was she bestowing upon her child? What expectations?

She can't quite tear her horrified gaze from the dark newborn, even as her ears flick up to catch the snarled threat from her wife. Even as the tension slams against her, smothering the joy that had resided just a moment before.

Draven - not... She swallows, tightly, tremor traveling through her. Not now.
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Sheol has an OOC-imposed handicap during fights. Being clawless, I take 2 hit dice off of her total!
      |   #7
what is he if not ruin? many words have fallen to title the beast but none have fit him quite so well. his flock warn the masses of the destruction he brings; in his wake there is little but devastation. bjorn is the monster they whisper of in stories, the boogeyman brought to life, serving to keep the children in line.

as if it truly mattered to Him.

detached he watches as his wives react; fire and ice embodied in one small space. they are so different (and he marvels at this, despite the tension and emotion that fill the air) yet he loves needs wants them both. fiery @Faolán with a bared teeth and flexing claws, pressed chest to chest with his own colossal self. draven stands firm against her, bracing himself with stubborn determination.

@Sheol is quieter and tastes of fear -- what are you so afraid of, little love? -- and for a second he thinks he might douse the flames in order to bring heat where it is most needed.

Draven not... not now.

hushed and yet it strikes him more deeply than the demands of the first, whom he looks past to focus on the one still marked with blood and birth waters. "but they are mine." there is no reading him, no determining what beast guides his tongue. the words could be a statement or a protest or a plea -- their meaning masked in monotone.

there is a space where it seems he might fight back and destroy this space where he is not wanted. a moment that hands in balance before suddenly and abruptly he steps back.

"you're sure?"

could they hear the hurt in his voice? it is barely there, a faint dusting so light it could easily be missed, but it was there all the same.
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      |   #8
Faolán sees red.

She has always asked so little of Draven, even after he'd split her throat open and stitched it back together. She'd stayed her sister's hand from killing him, she'd begged him for children to keep her company over the long and lonely nights, and she had even tried to make a deal with the god that lurked behind his eyes. An extended hand that was always left bare. In all ways, he had failed her. There was only disapointment at every turn. And here, in the dawning of this new chapter, she is done with it.

She does not understand the soft words between them, distant and mysterious alike. Perhaps she should stop and question @Sheol but The context for it is beyond her; all she knows now that there is a danger to her children, and this supposed happy moment has been thoroughly ruined. And @Draven, for all his errors, makes the gravest one yet. He says: they are mine.

Faolán sees red--

( red blood, red thread )

-- and she snaps.

I said, get out! No longer was the little wolf quiet or soft-spoken; here, she screams. loud enough to rattle the windows, a blood-chilling sound built of years and years of feminine rage. Never once has she been angry at the brothers for what they've done to them, but here that changes. Her muzzle snaps forward, missing him only by the grace that he'd stepped back. Teeth snap only on empty air but she shoves her whole body forward, shoving into him-- still keen to force him from the den and further still.
ARTCODE
      |   #9
CARRION COMFORT ME, CARRION COMFORT ME
She trembles at Faolán's rage and her closeness to the demon at hand. Because isn't that what he is, in this moment? Touching their children with such a possessive, clawed hand? She struggles to rise, half-finding her feet so she supports her upper body in a weary, seated position. Asbjorn gives an indignant squawk as she is dislodged, rolled, and Sheol offers a gentle touch to the side of her small ( so small; so frail. ) body. A murmured croon, more sound than any real word, leaves her lips though her eyes don't trail from the scene before her.

@Draven steps back.
He relents and her heart gives a tight squeeze. Are you sure, Sheol? Do you want Bjorn to go?

Her wife responds viciously, a shriek that coaxes her own fire to life once more. Go! the shield maiden responds, flattening her ears and baring a single fang in his direction. The dead ones - the ones who didn't even get to take a breath, for the curse of the Bjorn, were theirs. Not his.

Never his; Never Bjorn's.

Sheol lurches awkwardly to all four feet, huddled over her child and head slung low. She's exhausted and Faolán does not need her help with this - but she sways towards her none-the-less. A gentle muzzle to her hip, a soft touch meant to promise I am here; we are here.
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Sheol has an OOC-imposed handicap during fights. Being clawless, I take 2 hit dice off of her total!
      |   #10
something had changed, but what? a shift so imperceptible he cannot grasp at it, cannot make sense of it. some difference that seemed small but he sensed was not, gleaning some inkling that it was anything but.

heavy rest their eyes upon his flesh and gone is any sense of... anything good. draven balks for perhaps the first time in his life -- at least since he was no more than an orphan boy saddled with the soul of any angry god -- and feels the weight drag him further down.

except there is no answering rage to rise and compel an answer out of him; there is only the rattle of empty bars and a cage door half torn from its hinges.

@Faolán shoves against him, chest to chest, and for all the sparks that scatter there he turns from them. looks to her, his pain glaringly obvious now (lacking the inky black that masked him so perfectly in the past) before his gaze wrenches away.

to @Sheol with a faint flare of hope, one doused in the hardened ice of her voice as quickly as it had been birthed.

the god boy stumbles and turns and is gone with a breath, fleeing the confusing tumble of emotions and aching for the shield that had protected him from them for all of these long years.

-exit draven-
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