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Nocturne

5 y/o xlarge Male
Belial, Male Mangrove Pit Viper

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He'd come quite a ways from where he first entered this land of bountiful opportunity. Everything seemed so serene nearly everywhere he went. It was ripe for the taking, scenery of blissful and bountiful peace ready to be obliterated with chaos and dismay. He wanted to watch it bleed and break, wanted to see the guts of this place soil the very ground upon which he walked. There was so much power to be harnessed, and yet he felt it would all come to him in due time. The forest in which he entered now was plagued with gold and ruby leaves upon the bows of the trees, which wasn't out of the ordinary considering the season. If it had been any other time of year, he'd find it peculiar. But he was ignorant to the constant coloration of the trees here, and so it was no mystery as that's what was currently happening everywhere else he had ventured. He moved deeper and deeper into unknown places, but was clever enough to recall which ones he'd already navigated. Now he simply needed someone to place names to the locations. Once he could map out which territories bordered what, he'd be able to formulate a scheme. In the mean time, he simply continued his journey.

Thoughts of the ebony and crimson winged woman he'd ran into previously surfaced briefly, wondering if she'd be willing to describe some of the terrain. But he was doubtful, as she seemed to be from this place and had been all her life, according to his silver tongued questions during their last and only encounter. She'd spoken of intruders, newcomers to this place, whatever it was. And he had fooled her into thinking he wasn't one. He mused the idea of being clever enough to coax her into trusting him, to persuade her into telling him something about the forest of thin birches, at the very least. The spindly trees were plentiful, growing in largely expanded groves. The region was crisp with the scent of fruit and water, something that caused the burning thirst in the back of his throat to flare momentarily. He hadn't tasted blood in days. He could hear the softly resounding hum of his own heart in his chest, listening to it very briefly before casting his sense of hearing outward to seek the hearts of other animals.
@Sonja
"Speech." 'Others speak.'
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Sonja

7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow

The argument between her and Zen still burned in the back of her mind, the words playing on repeat like a broken record they echoed through empty halls. Still her emotions burned like fire from their argument, he had the audacity to accuse her of seeing others, sleeping around while he was gone — and yet he was only cheater she'd ever known. She scoffed as Bezalel remained a stoic visage upon her back, he didn't disagree with her feelings on the topic, sided with her in fact, his  own feelings on the man growing sour as Sonja's did, the bird ruffled his feathers tucking his head beneath navy wing. 

Sonja huffed, her mind reeling through the torment of their argument, and like a flickering flame, Sohvren flashed through her thoughts, their moment shared coming into reality, crimson backed audits curved back slightly. He was the single soul she wanted to run to right now, but of course he was busy and she knew he had to spend some time away, but dammit she'd just found him and now he was gone again — and she needed him.

The world began to become encased with the vibrant colors of the red gate, its hue remained the same always, but she was in no mood to appreciate its beauty today. Ruby eyes scanned the tree tops briefly, before her eyes fell back down and in a short distance away found a familiar face. The black wasn't what gave him away, no many wolves held the shade of darkness upon their pelt, but the three streaks of white upon his neck, they were unique to him. Sonja didn't stop in her movements, drawing herself closer until she was within a good distance to beckon to him. "Nocturne," she paused, ears curling atop her crown. "You've covered a lot of ground" a simple observation, he'd traveled far from where they first met closer to the edge, near the obsidian cliffs which bordered Nidria. She had her wings to help her cover mass distance, but he was only on foot. His side was empty, lacking his familiar which she found a little odd, most didn't travel without them. 

"Have you sent Belial to do your bidding elsewhere?" a quiet inquire, she didn't assume anything had happened to the sheep, but was suspicious that he didn't accompany him now - and she wondered. The woman was far from daft. Naturally, she wanted to know. 

"speaking,"


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Nocturne

5 y/o xlarge Male
Belial, Male Mangrove Pit Viper

tellin' secrets to the heart thump, pledge allegiance to the blood pump
A faint huff of breath caught his attention, leaving his gait to halt as he turned off to his right, tall ears tilting forward as he faced whoever it was who approached him. It was the exact woman that he'd been thinking of that broke through the trees, Sonja's red and black figure a lovely compliment to the otherwise starkly saturated colors of the trees and the leaves that littered the ground. "Nocturne," she breathed his name, "You've covered a lot of ground." The statement was bland, to say the very least. He was expecting, perhaps, more of an outburst from her as to why he'd lied about his origin. However, it seemed her focus was elsewhere, for now. "Have you sent Belial to do your bidding elsewhere?" she asked, her gaze narrowing suspiciously. A faint hiss came from his shoulders, a sound that he had quickly grown accustomed to hearing, one that he preferred over the previously irritating bellow of the lamb. Saying nothing, he angled his body so that Belial's now golden serpent eyes glared at her formidably, the snake yawning in a display of needled fangs.

The ritual had not been easy, to say the least. He hardly knew what to expect, and in retrospect, Nocturne had presumed that Belial might not make it through his metamorphosis. It had called for his death, after all, only for his body to be born anew. Nocturne knew very little about what his new embodiment would like like, either, though it seemed that it turned out in his favor. "This form is much more...tolerable," the towering beast murmured darkly, the snake coiling tighter between Nocturne's shoulder blades. It was a spot Belial had grown quite fond of since his transformation, the serpent's black tongue flicking forward to taste the crisp winter air. Nocturne could smell her from where he stood, her scent so thick and aromatic in the midst of the frost. The cold left the air stale and still, even while there was very little snow left on the ground. He wondered if it would snow again, knowing it would delay his exploration. He hoped not. "And what of yours? Have you sent off your noisy bird?" He attempted to keep her thoughts about his origin at bay, attempting to point their conversation away from such a topic.
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Sonja

7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow

Crimson eyes swept up his larger frame as he angled his body, to reveal to her the coiled up scales of a snake upon his back. It nearly came to blend in with Nocturne's matching black coat, mimicking the color of the sheep he once bore as his other half. Sonja's eyes would narrow at the reptile slimming down into fine slits of red "This form is much more...tolerable,"  so this was Belial. Her lip would curl only slightly, muscles twitching in her disapproval, she'd heard of course of wolves being able to rip the soul of their familiar out in order to change them, transform them into another, or even nothing more than a piece of jewelry to be worn but never had she seen it. She'd also heard how dangerous the procedure could be, and how many never came to survive the ordeal, breaking apart their bond and severing their tie to a familiar forever. "You risked his life," she sneered, audits drawing back against her crown in distaste. All to change his appearance. 

"And what of yours? Have you sent off your noisy bird?" Bezalel rose as if being beckoned, navy feathers ruffling as he lifted his head from where he'd lain in the nest between her wings, glowing green orbs snapping upon Nocturne the bird let out a splitting caw as he adjusted his feathers. His annoyance drifting into her thoughts, stern eyes set on Nocturne still. Sonja smirked back at her fellow ram giving a light shake of her head "I wouldn't dream of it, he's apart of me" the woman mused, adjusting her large wings so she might tuck them against her sides in a more comfortable manner. 

She wondered then, thoughts drawing away from her previous argument with her mate, she wondered, why didn't Nocturne hold the same ideals? It was common knowledge in Nidria of the sacred bond between a wolf and their familiar, he did say he'd been living up on the cliffs, maybe he was taught different, but she found it...unlikely. Her head tilted slightly as she mulled over the ideas, "Where did you....say you were from again Nocturne?" words clipped with thought a soft chuckle passing through her lips, "I just can't seem to grasp why anyone would indulge in putting their familiar's life in danger for aesthetics" her gaze turned then, falling upon the earth before she glanced back to his face, eyeing him for reaction. 



"speaking,"


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Nocturne

5 y/o xlarge Male
Belial, Male Mangrove Pit Viper

tellin' secrets to the heart thump, pledge allegiance to the blood pump
It was clear she knew the lengths he'd gone to ensure success, the process still so fresh and invigorating in his head. It roused a primal sense within him, one that heightened his senses. His magic gently pulsed with a cold, unruly strength and he immediately seized it, crushing it back into the cold spot where he'd felt the ritual fracture part of his soul into a metaphysical wound. The strange sense where pain would have been was instead replaced by a furious frost, small flakes of snow turning the bridge of his nose a faint white as his body temperature dropped. Frost crept just barely along the tip of his ears too, his breath suddenly visible as he exhaled. Belial could feel it too, a loud hiss coming from the snake as the shadows around them squirmed. Nocturne pressed his magic inward, burying it into the cold spot and pulling shadows around him from the trees to seal it away in his core. He would need to let it out soon, somewhere away from here. "You risked his life," dismay fractured her tone like a heated spear. Tall ears tipped forward, her words tugging the corners of his lips into a dark smirk.

Her crow suddenly squawked from her body, making himself known and only further reinforcing Nocturne's careful depiction of the avian. "I wouldn't dream of it, he's a part of me," she retorted, causing the large hellion's smirk to split into a toothy grin, a slick, tiny spark of light glinting off his pointed teeth. Empty vermilion pools flashed her reflection back at her as she spoke again. "Where did you....say you were from again, Nocturne?" she asked boldly, and his void pits of red would slowly churn in mechanical fashion to look beyond her, away in the direction of the Obsidian Cliffs. "A treacherous descent from jagged fangs and claws of obsidian," he finally spoke, turning his attention back to her. "I just can't seem to grasp why anyone would indulge in putting their familiar's life in danger for aesthetics." She brought the discussion back to Belial, to which Nocturne gladly obliged. "Have you no certainty in your capabilities?" he grinned widely now, chin tipping toward his chest as he pulled more shadows in to restrain the raging quell in his core. They darkened his chiseled face, the teeming power illuminating his ruby pools with a soft glow. He couldn't stay much longer. "Sonja," he spoke her name, his tone heavily weighted with a captivating haunt, "can I count on your loyalty?" the question chimed with sinister intent. "Find me on the border of this forest come nightfall tomorrow," he requested, the low volume in which he spoke never effecting the drowning darkness that threatened to spill out of him the more he swallowed his shadows. He wished to ask her his question right then and there, but the unpredictable state of his turbulent darkness stopped him. He needed to leave, now. Without saying anything more, both he and Belial quickly melted away into the shadows in a sudden disappearance, leaving sound to return to the forest.
@Sonja
"Speech." 'Others speak.'

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