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These were troubled times. She had taken to the air, cloaked in the perpteual darkness. Flying was awful, the air was colder the higher she got, but she refused to travel on the ground, not the the beasts running around. But she had heard his call, he had claimed his crown offficially and they needed to talk. Wings beat the air, ice clinging to her feathers despite their movement. Narrow limbs pulled up towards her body, trynig to stay warm. She was not built for winter, nor extreme cold. Feathers provided no warmth or insultaion, exposing her to the frigid temperatures.
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Wings flared, dropping her at his borders on the edge of the plains. The snow was deep, coming to touch her belly before paws touched frozen earth. Her body trembled in an effort to stay warm. Ashen lips tipped to the dark sky, a call leaving her lips. The Rani was on edge, constnatly looking around as though the shadows might come to life and eat her. What was truly terrifying is that there were monsters out there. Tension radiated from her as she waited, wings flapping gently, ears back against her crown.
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@Israfel
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The plague of eternal darkness had but been one of internal and <i>individual</i> of curses; although it seemed to have become more of a reality for the universe… The supple <i>caress</i> of the zephyr had turned to from that of a playful nip to a <i>biting</i> vengeance and the effulgence of the radiance of the radiating star strung high in the canvas of the skyline had disappeared. It did not take much to know that the heat of the world had been stripped away… Garland had flicked to capture the distant cry of an acquaintance… one who bargained a contract with an unfinished kingdom. Sinew had rippled across the framework as he displaced himself from the warmth of den and ventured out into the <i>eerie</i> silence and depths of the woodland kingdom… <p>

Exotic pillars strung to thy breast moved with war like strides, nostrils expelling plumes of tepid smog, the tendrils spiraling and being <i>devoured</i> by the bitter cold which blanketed. Slippers slammed down into the frosted banks which trifled to destroy his massive and throwing stride, to no avail. Stag King’s behemoth frame carried him with no burden across the icy and difficult terrain; achromatic vestments thick and prepared for the despair of winter’s reign but did sway and quiver upon the thick framework it was thrown over in royal accord. Perfume reached thy nostrils and as thew trickled through the fabrication of the man, motions slowing as slippers sent waves of snow from his frame was it he slid to a stop, chest expanding and falling rapidly as duplex tails flicked and kissed the bitten world. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Mademoiselle Caracara…”</font> He breathed, auricles flicking to and fro as nares continued to expel plumes of heat.




 
 
 
 
 
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@Caracara
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He met her call, appearing like a ghost from the white forest. <span id="ccspeech">"Israfel."</span> she would greet him briefly. <span id="ccspeech">"Do you know what has happened?"</span> She inquired, her voice drifting over the wind. She held out hope that maybe he knew something that she didn't, that he could provide some insight on how to fix this. <span id="ccspeech">"Have you seen the beasts?"</span> She tried to give him time to answer, but her nerves were frayed and she was worried for her pack. she wanted to know if they had yet to invade pack lands and disrupt the peace. Her weight would shift with thinly veiled impatience. She needed answers and she needed them now.

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@Israfel
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Canticles but did <i>spill</i>, intermingled with the jurisdiction of <i>melancholy</i> and <i>anxiety</i>; such did throb within virile breast, as the eternal winter tide chill did <i>nip</i> at seraphic formation of flesh and <i>singe</i> fragile lungs. Peach tincture nares flared in inhalation of saccharine oxygen which continued to <i>bite</i> and assault thy lungs, and with such an exhale continued with the fall of breast and <i>dancing</i> tendrils of heat which escaped him and but did caress curvatures of handsome features. Achromatic veils fluttered; betwixt such entrapments did orbits of bubble gum splendor seem to enlighten the draining darkness which <i>engulfed</i>. Ever subtle, <i>fleeting</i>, was the grin which pulled almost frantically against the edge of supple kissers, but to disappear. Ah, had he seen what? It was but a tad comical and in other circumstances he would he chuckled at the play on words. A blind man seeing? It was a wish that ever tugged at his heart strings, but lest’ could be laughed at in good banter! <p>

<font color= #ffb6c1>”Although I cannot see the shimmering splendor of radiant sun, I have but <i>felt</i> it’s escape from the world mademoiselle.</font> Would rumble he, baritone thick and hardy within thy breast as smog escaped nostrils once more to coil and <i>play</i> about his face. Lest’ garland upon monarchial dome would shift, propping upward with ever diligent attention to the murmur of <i>beasts</i>. <font color= #ffb6c1>”No.”</font> He would softly coo, <font color=#ffb6c1>”I have not come across any beasts….”</font> Duplex tails lassoed behind thy buttocks in artistic romance would sway and kiss frosted earth as cranium would cant to the left momentarily as auricles swiveled, then to the right, as if analyzing the surroundings; returning to his former state with unseeing orbits directed at the Queen would he beseech her once more. <font color= #ffb6c1>”My Queen.”</font>-began Stag King- <font color= #ffb6c1>”It was but not long ago we had discussed the uniting of our fellow kingdom’s, our <i>families</i>. As it seems the time for warmth and protection is upon us, I call upon such an oath but spoken of.”</font>





 
 
 
 
 
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@Caracara
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A momentary lapse in words as he reminded her that he couldn't see anything. But the suns disappearance had not gone unnoticed, he had felt is disappear from the sky. It was a brief relief to know that he had not yet encountered any of the snow beasts, but surely they would not be so lucky for long. <span id="ccspeech">"Neither have I, though I have seen them wandering around."</span> She would add. <span id="ccspeech">"Though its only a matter of time."</span> She would murmur.
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He would bring up their discussion, their alliance and he would request her help. <span id="ccspeech">"Of course. There are times where we must ban together. How can I help?"</span> She would inquire. <span id="ccspeech">"If you wish, the mountain has caves that provide sanctuary to my pack, you will be safe there."</span> She would offer the chance to join her pack on the mountain, where everyone would be safe and protected. But there was no way in hell she was going to leave her fortress to reside on the open plains on Tantus.

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@Israfel
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<i>Ponder</i> would grandeur gentleman; thick vestments were tickled and <i>swirled</i> by nipping zephyr which sprang across the open and frosted plains. Humble kissers of cotton candy would press firmly together, cerebrum <i>crancking</i> and <i>reeling</i> almost with a vicious analyzing of the circumstances which pressed like <i>death</i> upon them with every passing moment. The <i>chilling</i> bite of eternal darkness and the absence of effulgence did ripple across his backside as glacial breeze assaulted seraphic formation once more. <font color=>”My Queen Caracara,”</font> -would begin gentleman- <font color= #ffb6c1>”It is within my thoughts that perhaps there shall be no escape from these monstrosities you speak of; if but a curse of the god’s I believe they shall not be stopped so easily.”</font> Skull would tilt to the left as garland would flick in multiple direction, swiveling to survey the general surroundings as the breeze murmured and <i>whispered</i> of clandestine fables to the unseeing King. <p>

As skull returned to its normal setting and auricles flicked upon the dome was it behemoth Stag began once more. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Although the opportunities abound between our kingdoms for such survival mademoiselle; I am sure the caves you speak of may grant shelter from the bitterness of the chill and the darkness, whereas the woodlands that I call my home are abundant with the resources of food and medicinal stock. I propose that our kingdoms but be allowed to mesh amid another freely. Although in the absence of the sun we shall not let ourselves fall to the absence of law and respect, lest’ anarchy fall upon us all. Violators of laws shall be returned to their pack lands and warned once, if it happens once more they shall no longer be allowed to cross boundaries.”</font>





 
 
 
 
 
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@Caracara
She would listen as the ivory King was right. There would be no escaping these beasts nor would they so easily be defeated. A sigh slid from ash lips. You are probably right. She would murmur, shaking her head slowly. But we shall not go down without a fight. There was conviction in her words, eyes flickering with raw determination. She would not be brought down by some demon sent to them as punishment, they would show the gods that they could handle whatever was thrown at them.
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He would state the pro's between both their lands; her's providing shelter while his provided food and herbs. She owuld nod. Of course. I will inform my pack of our agreement so that no one will confront you should they find you amongst our caves. And you can expect no trouble from my member sshould you find them down here hunting. She would assure the ivory King. I do have a healer, Citlali, she is the one that I would like to send to you for a short time for something healer training. May I send her down here to compile a stockage of herbs for this winter? Gods knew they would desperately need it.
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@Israfel
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Garland flickered upon thy dome in interested analytics, capturing every utterance which befell the woman’s lips and processing the words. Achromatic lashes would flutter and <i>close</i> momentarily to shield the resplendent bubble gum orbs of visionary <i>display</i>; display and nothing <i>more</i>. Chin would tilt as if to bow gently, cordial even in the despair which slithered about them with abhorrent wishes. Lids would slide open, flickering gently as baritone thrummed within the depths of virile breast. <font color=#ffb6c1>”It would be a pleasure and honor to meet this Citali you send forth to my education. Although for the herbs which you seek, there are few to be bargained with; the frost had come so swiftly upon us that the fields wilted their divine healing hands. It is with a fullness in my heart which I can supply you with as much as we can spare, at least from my reserve…”</font> Salmon hued tongue would creep from within depths of jowls momentarily to flick against supple bubble gum lips, sliding and retreating as the cerebrum cranked and reeled over the <i>faerie maiden</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”My Shaman…”</font> He would murmur ever softly, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Her own stock is diminutive and I shall not ask her to part with what is left of her gatherings but if only for circumstances of great need my Queen.”</font> Duplex tails twisted and twirled behind the beast in an <i>ethereal</i> ballet that seemed as eternal as the darkness which plagued his <i>eyes</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Ah, and it seem a pact has been made my Queen.”</font> gentleman would bow diligently before her as twisted adornments which crowned him flickered in the darkness, ivory and <i>pure</i>.

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@Caracara
She watched, hanging onto to every words that parted from bubblegum lips. He had no issue training Citlali, which was a relief by any standard. However, with the sudden frost, supplies were dearly limited and he was unwilling to part from anything he might have expect in dire circumstances. I would never ask you to part with anything unnecessarily in these times. I only ask that you teach her what you can with what you have, I see no reason for her take anything of yours, unless of course, circumstances ask of it. She would assure him, hoping to put any worries or concern to rest.
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With that, it would seem as though their meeting had come to an end. She would dip her head to him, a habitual movement. I shall inform my pack of our pact so that no trouble will come to you or your members should you ever find yourselves on the mountain. With that she would turn, loping off before taking flight and heading back home, to the warmth of her den.
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