[P]  Into the New Order

Rioga

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8 y/o xlarge Male
© Siren
Whispering floated around him in the dark mist. You could almost hear his heart beating fast and strong, almost smelling the fear that rolled off of him. The beast could not remember any other time this fear enveloped him besides when he was almost crushed by rocks in a tunnel so many lifetimes ago. He was walking through such thick darkness, it was almost alive. Which a snap of tusked jaws and a low, thundering growl, he pushed until he felt it give and then melt away around him.

Breath came easier as he looked around at the new world. This was no place special, just some woods with a scent marker. He ignored it though and kept going, too tired and numb to notice his magic being stopped and the scent of other wolves clogging his nose. He had been traveling for so long, escaping the horror of his destroyed home. The loss of his family and kingdom, the pain of dragons breathing their death upon the creatures below was so fresh, so alive in his mind he could almost slip back into it. There was little else he could do but push on and try to find a new home here. Maybe even a small glimmer of hope that his siblings had made it, though it was so small and fragile he simply did not want to think it in case he killed it.

Aches and pain told him to stop, his feet were raw and his joints were stiff, his messed up leg almost trailing behind him as he walked and soon he could go no further. Grunting he settled down, stretching out the forever damage hindlimb and bowing his grand crown, panting heavily. A slight crest of yellow foam crusted his mouth as he stared at the ground and a rough barking laugh came out as he could only think of the irony. How a king could have fallen so low to be a near cripple in a land hostile to outsiders. It was much to consider and he was so close to losing it all.
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Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
Anaru Tempearia †

She had been able to find a sliver of peace with her fellow horses being so near her children, Venemtress after all had saved her sons life, and the others dutifully stood guard while she had been delivering. In the following weeks they'd been excellent in aiding her and the children. They had often brought her meals when she was stuck in the den nursing and allowed her breaks with the ability to remain comfortable knowing someone she could trust was with them and no harm would come to her children. But today; her stroll would prove to shake the idea she had of the grove being a secure circle for her and her children. Pale paws would touch the cool earth, fall would be upon them soon, the world was cooling; dying. The Patriarch gave a sigh, her wings stretching as she moved through her home aimlessly. 

Until. Until that disgusting stench drifted within her nostrils. Anaru would stop dead in her tracks; hackles bristling along her spine. Those golden eyes would come to snap in the direction of the filth that dared to step upon sacred land. A bear. It was a bear. Slender lips would curl; her entire posture and demeanor shifting into something sinister, her movements became calculated as she now stalked through the grove, soft upon her feet as to not be detected by the infestation that had found her home. And now she moved with more purpose than just eradicating the tainted from this world, the faces of her children their tiny, delicate...vulnerable bodies that lay asleep in her den not far from here flashed through her mind. 

She was not just a Patriarch of the horse now. She was also a mother. 

Stupid bear. 

She was going to kill him. 

She came upon him soon enough, a hulking beast of a wounded creature resting lazily on her grounds. And Anaru did not hesitate to move, coming up slow at first before like a viper she struck. Slender maw gaping wide to attempt to clamp down hard upon the top of the mans skull, before she would pull back.

**Attempting to bite Rioga on the head

"Anaru speaking,"


Table by Centience. Art seventhunderbolts @ Deviantart
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Ialu

Pestilent Executioner of The Order

8 y/o medium Male
© Cardinal(Jiji)

Hopeless souls play a part in my wicked work of art
 The day was warmth weaved from twittering birdsong and the quiet trickling of noise foggy within the background of his subconscious. The ruins were invaded by the pestilent man on the day of his return and like a quiet, eerie thing, he had slipped back into the fold of the Order a miasma of pallor resting in the peripheral of their visions, and he had climbed upon the ruins to bask in the daylight as it wandered over the old stone blocks cast in green drapery of sighing vines, until it quenched the long strands that hung to caress the sides of his temporary throne, head fallen back and rising to the heavens in comfortable bliss of silence, of solitary quietude. He had heard whispers of the arrival of Anaru's new brood; of tiny, vulnerable bodies that wriggled and writhed, cried and screamed, and he had strayed from greeting the Matriarch, of letting his eyes fall upon her children with hesitation lingering in the gleam of rose-scarred eyes. As much as he held at bay the nature of his upbringing, he curled his tongue against clenched teeth to those he allied with, lacing the venom of his gnashing canines with an amicable smile. Yet today was unlike the other days of lounging and pack life, of the banter of training and clashing weaponry, and a slender, attentive ear lent itself with a flick atop the man's head, and eyes had gazed along the Grove with curious brows raised. . .

Delicate paws would stride from his place of rest. They would settle into the softened earthen ground, flexing pale toes along the swaying grasses. He would ease himself like a ghost along the emerald forest, tresses tracing in his wake as he slithered with observant persistence, following the sound of snapping jaws and snarls which caught the attention of the wicked creature of pestilence. Already, his insects would twist and crawl along his flesh and fur, centipedes skittering up over his muzzle as it bared with the faintest hint of a twisted infection of a smile pulling at the twitching neutral face of the executioner, wasps fluttering with a hum to ring in his ears pleasantly, locusts singing with glee as they fell like fleas from his coat of white.

And, at last, when he had come across the intruder clad in his cloak of crimson and gilded brawn, mangled along their borders, he was freshly lain a banquet to the creatures who trampled on his kind and bared their teeth to them as wild and ravishing as the very horses for which the native Mundane once called brethren. Anaru had already been the first to heed the stench of intruder, her teeth leaving marks brandished on the man's skull, the blood fresh and relaxing to the wandering creature who came to pester the pastel sovereign in her take of the fill, of reaping in the benefit of her anger. A sickening fever ran shivers down Ialu's side and all along the strands of hair that fell to curtain against his slender, meek appearance, and yet a deep bubbling festered from within, quickly growing until that need brought an expression he could not recall ever having plastering itself upon his face as he joined his Matriarch within her attack, slipping into the fray to fall behind the six-tailed man, lashing his jaws out in a need to draw wounds himself on the prey which delivered himself so easily to their eager hands, and he attempted to grasp the already wounded leg.

(Like the ass he is, he's attempting to munch Rioa's already wounded area. fire elmo)

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Ialu's Accelerated Hearing allows his ears to process sound at such a rate that he could 
hear a caught gasp of breathe as an entire exhale and discern it enough with time to react to whatever caused said sound.
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Rioga

of

8 y/o xlarge Male
© Siren

This monster I've created

Is bound to end up jaded



I can't quite seem to walk straight

With inhibitions slowing at a temporary rate
This land had an odd stench to it, and it was slowly becoming clear to him that this land was just wrong. Had he not been so tired, so distracted he would have noticed that his magic was not there, it was blocked. This made a small notion of panic well in his chest, the beat of his heart picked up slightly. It was not complete panic because he was massive, a hulking form that would intimidate any other creature who dared challenge him, or so he hoped.It was that hope that kept him from moving any time soon, that thought that hey, I should be fine. He should have listened to that fear, should have known that moving on would keep him from being attacked.

Without warning, though there was plenty of warnings around, he was attacked twice. Strong jaws from a pastel blurry form caused sever pain to explode at the base of his skull, the mere thinkness of his fur and muscle saving him from death. The form was female, smelling heavily of milk and new babies. The second form attacked his crippled leg and he finally reacted. With a thundering snarl he rose surpisingly fast and nimble to his feet, turning swiftly to face the attackers. He single uncoverd eye was fixed on the female. He hated her, the attack was unneeded and the blood running through his fur made his anger even deeper. But he knew he could not win this fight. It was a matter of pride that made him stop for a moment before lashing out with his tusks to either maime them or force them back enough for him to escape.

Paws thudding on the ground he raced for the edge of their lands, hoping despretly they would not follw him and wishing for his magic to warm his cold body. His mind was swimming and his breathing ragged, this was too much for one who traveled so far to escape death once.

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Anaru

Patriarch of The Order

4 y/o large Female
© Centience
Anaru Tempearia †

Satisfaction found her as teeth made contact with the larger mans skull, a sickening crunch and grind as her fangs found a place where little flesh would protect bone. Blood began to seep from the wound as she drove her teeth down harder to inflict a fair amount of damage and searing pain that would come to haunt him in the dark of night. Let him fear this forest, and regret coming here more than he would regret anything else in his life. 

Anaru reared back, just as her executioner came to join her with flawless timing, hues of gold flickered upward her pale maw stained in the bear mans blood, to grace the slender frame of Ialu as he sunk his own narrow jaws into the mans wounded leg.  A smirk found her as the man erupted in a thunder of growls that did not phase the queen, she did not flinch instead her own lips peeled back in response a sickening hiss of a snarl rumbling from her throat. He would pause for a moment, as if trying to allow his burning hatred to sink in, but Anaru did not care. She had taken the lives of children without batting an eye whilst she was still a child herself, this bears stupidity did not phase her.

He came forward though, those abnormally large tusks sweeping to slash at her and Anaru could not finding her footing to back away from him fast enough the tip of his dagger like weapon slashing causing a deep wound upon her shoulder. Before he turned in an attempt to flee, but how far could he get with the injuries he sustained? His leg hardly worked at this point. A growl, jaws clacking together as she snapped the words, "After him!" she hissed to Ialu, before propelling herself forward as well in pursuit of the magicka. Wings tucked against her hips as she sprinted after him, "You will not get away so easily little bear cub!" she growled, stretching out her neck to try and grab hold of his clump of multiple tails that trailed behind him. 


**Attempting to bite to grab Rioga's tails to inflict damage & slow him down or stop him 

"Anaru speaking,"


Table by Centience. Art seventhunderbolts @ Deviantart
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Ialu

Pestilent Executioner of The Order

8 y/o medium Male
© Cardinal(Jiji)

Hopeless souls play a part in my wicked work of art
 Emotions could be felt like welts across the hide as the anger flared within the intruder, movement heard with the turn of an ear towards the man's face, clear as day despite his blurry vision and as if on cue, the body jerked into motion and the muscle snapped free from betwixt his jaws, slender jaws retreating alongside slender body for but a moment's time to avoid the brush of one of those enlarged canines grazing him, though Anaru may not be one so lucky, the tip of a tusk gouging like a sword into her shoulder as if it were naught flesh but the grass itself, cut in twine towards the weight of the fine-toothed tool. Scarred gaze narrowed in hesitation to the Matriarch in mild concern, a feigning emotion curdled underneath the expression of sheer delight that hardly sought to contain itself upon the pale features as his lips curved into a terrible grin; she needn't speak a word, though a click of her jaws and a bark of order were soundly heard -- for how could he not -- lithe body having already lurched forwards like a hunter's hound towards the fleeing, severely injured, creature. It was but a creature, like any other prey one caught in the huntsman's net, a rabbit or a bison, no matter, Ialu would seek to catch it, and Anaru was not far behind him in the gleeful pursuit. Hair flung wildly to rush behind the executioner, axe steady as jaws led agape to snap at the retreat of magicka heels. 

Anaru's teeth met the end of the runaway, her teeth grasping one of the several intrusive extensions that protruded from his backside, and Ialu took to the advantage of mere seconds, his own trying to find a place to bargain with, to gain a foothold in an attempt to grab hold blindly onto some piece or part of the vividly colored man; a leg, a heel, a foot, a tail would do. So long had it been since he had last felt such mirthful tones fall from the heavy beating of his heart, a devouring drumbeat that filled even the innards of his intestines with an adrenaline unquenched and simply sickening. How foolish, he pondered through it all, the bear must feel having found himself lost upon the Order's borders, gifting himself unknowingly unto them to tear asunder like rabid dogs in the insatiable lust for saving souls. Gluttons that pulled at the blood and soaked in their righteous preaching, nothing of which Ialu cared for, but happily would he go along in their crusading march to fill his goblet the ounce of blood he had sought after in his past. This would not be the last of them to be feasted on, this would not be the last.

Ears fell forward, slender and Anubis-like in their grace as hair fell to ravage curtains about the madman's face, a snarl erupting like a storming bellow from deep within such a frail looking one to spill out over the blood that soaked his canines as he attempted, with unhinged jaws opened wide, to grab a large hold of some piece of the magicka's flesh and grasp it harshly, fur and all.

(Ialu's attempting to just lunge for whatever he can get his jaws around and then fiercely hold onto that piece, if he can, to help slow or stop the intruder.)


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Ialu's Accelerated Hearing allows his ears to process sound at such a rate that he could 
hear a caught gasp of breathe as an entire exhale and discern it enough with time to react to whatever caused said sound.
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