Author Topic: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]  (Read 2274 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Offline Taverin

  • Initiate
  • *
  • Posts: 22
  • Gender: Male
  • Liked: 3
  • Likes Given: 2
Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« on: January 31, 2014, 09:03:46 AM »
He had been improving in his skills as of late; Taverin was a much better hunter now. Nearly every time he left the cave to hunt, he came back with a respectable meal. He had added fishing to his list of abilities, and had kept well away from boars. His last experience with them had been eye opening for the young male, but he was now old enough to choose his prey and his battles wisely. Taverin had grown handsome, much like his father... whom had not been found since before his yearling days. His parents had vanished. First his father had disappeared, and then his mother... though he presumed she had gone to look for his father, she had not yet returned. This had left Taverin alone to care for his younger siblings.

There was much struggle for them, as the young sabre did not have the skills needed to feed himself (nevermind two very hungry cubs, or bottomless pits would also be an appropriate name). And Thea did not make things easy for him either. As hungry as she could become, she remained a finicky eater... She didn't like fish, she wrinkled her nose at bugs, she refused to touch any bird what so ever, and any morsel of meat that was placed before her was questioned to the brink of existence before being eaten. Naturally, Artrax had benefited from the extra food, and was now the plumpest little cub you could have ever laid your eyes upon. There was no use for Taverin to tell him to save some for later... for Artrax had the mindset to finish what was placed in front of him every time, no matter the size of the meal. Now, things were better. Things were easier. The cubs were fed every day, and though Taverin still had heard no news of his missing parents, he felt at ease with things. He knew he could handle raising his siblings, and he knew that should his sire ever return, he would cover him in praises for a job well done.

That was before this day...

He had hunted the prairie dogs in the early morning hours, and was returning home with three catch. One for himself, and one for each of his siblings. Approaching their home, Taverin was met with a curious sight. From far away, it looked like the ground was littered in red poppies. But Taverin knew every inch of his home, and no poppies had ever grown near. The path beneath his paws was one he was so used to, he could have followed it blindfolded, so he also knew he could not have taken a wrong turn. His first thought was that a challenger had come and placed them there. But why would anyone want to place a blood feud against him? He was confused, to say the least... but even as he grew closer to the cave, this confusion turned to fear.

The smell of blood grew stronger in the air as he got closer. Wondering if the smell of his prey wasn't throwing off his senses, Taverin lay down the three prairie dogs and sniffed at the air. "Thea?... Artrax!!!", he called to his siblings, but there were no answer. He found it strange now, how they had not come out of the den to greet him as they always did. Perhaps they were busy playing? Perhaps they were sleeping... What if... ....

Fear gripped at his heart then, and he took off in a run, forgetting and leaving behind the prey he had caught for them that morning. "Artrax! Answer me! Thea?... Thea!??" The moment he got close enough to see what he had first mistaken for poppies, was the moment his heart grew cold. It was like his blood was turning to ice, causing his limbs to feel numb. The bloody pawprints that littered the ground almost looked like petals from the red flowers... but he was close enough to see it for what it was. It was smeared, in places... and the smell of it covered all other scents. "No... NO!!!" He found them at the mouth of the den, as though they'd tried to scramble to safety but hadn't quite made it there. "NOOOOOO!!!" The roar he sent to the sky was one of tormented anguish. Why had this happened? Who could have done this to his little brother and sister? Taverin lowered himself to the ground, feeling the strength to stand leave him.. Devoured by grief, he pulled close the lifeless bodies of his siblings and cried.

What else could he do?
« Last Edit: January 31, 2014, 09:06:38 AM by Taverin »

Offline ❀Kay

  • QUEEN OF NICENESS
  • Guardian
  • Hero
  • *****
  • Posts: 9226
  • Gender: Female
  • Legendary Helper.
  • Liked: 2276
  • Likes Given: 1409
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #1 on: February 04, 2014, 09:53:25 AM »
((spot save. COMINGHERE))

Member Since '05
Always someone to talk to.

| Posse & Tracker |





Offline Flamestorm

  • Orange Bear
  • Stoneclaw
  • Regular
  • ***
  • Posts: 117
  • Gender: Male
  • Bring on the next challenge!
  • Liked: 3
  • Likes Given: 0
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #2 on: February 21, 2014, 07:08:55 PM »
The Sigridr was patrolling Asgard, as he felt the need to.

Maybe it was old habits from being a guard of what was once Stoneclaw; before the joining with Aryion. The saber still didn't know how he felt about it, other than if the Queen (Queens?) felt it necessary, it was alright with him. Only time will tell how the lions integrated into their pride. "S'long as no one makes any trouble," Flamestorm huffed to himself, teal eyes looking around as though he was analyzing recruits. There was a protective need to make sure everything stayed fine within the walls of the pride. He wasn't going to let himself repeat the same actions he did once before...

Not if he could help it.

He was walking near some of the living quarters; he could see them in the distance. The wind shifted, suddenly, and it made him stiffen. Was that..? Lifting his nose, Flamestorm took a deep breath, just as a voice reached his ears. "Artrax! Answer me! Thea?... Thea!??" The fear instilled in the voice made him turn immediately and leap into a run, his long legs eating away the distance he had between himself and the caves that housed many felines of Asgard. "No... NO!!!" The sound of that voice made his blood run cold, and he put on more speed. As he ran, he instinctively roared for Mayan; as Queen, she should be here. Besides... while he normally didn't want to have her anywhere near a potential crime, he knew she would come regardless. And from what he heard so far... the perpetrator wouldn't be there.

But he would check regardless. Sharp eyes analyze the scene as he approached, noticing Taverin's presence. "NOOOOOO!!!" The pain in his cry of anguish tugged at his heart, softening his gaze briefly before he looked again to the den within. "S-Stay here..." he said, catching himself as he stuttered through the command. Though he figured the boy would stay, he still had to say it. Skirting the bodies of the cubs, his nose wrinkling slightly in sadness and disgust at who would possibly do this, he entered the den. Time for formalities were over. He disappeared into the depths of the den, sniffing around for anyone else. Aside from the blood... he didn't detect any unfamiliar scents. He huffed in annoyance and anger. Anger at the criminal, annoyance at not finding them. It wasn't long before he returned, now finding Taverin hugging their bodies and crying.

Teal eyes softened at the sight, knowing he needed to grieve the deaths of his siblings. "I know you need your time... but I have to ask. Do you know of any who would do this?" His gaze, while expressing his sympathy, still held the firmness of the authority he felt was needed to have this question answered. If they wanted to find out who did this... they had to act now.

Flamestorm

-=Character played by Moons=-

Offline .Kobolt.

  • The Purposeless Prince
  • Regular
  • ***
  • Posts: 132
  • Played by ypput
  • Liked: 9
  • Likes Given: 5
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #3 on: March 15, 2014, 12:01:37 PM »
OOC: Meant to throw Kobolt in here sooner but forgot all about it ^^'

Kobolt watched quietly enthralled by the posy of brightly coloured finches that had taken to the ground beneath his boulder, liberally dusting themselves with bath of grit and red earth while they chirruped and chirped. He peered down at the little birds, watching them intently, his eyes flicking to and fro as he followed their quick movements.

"NOOOOOO!!!"

The anguish in the cry was sharp as a knife that cut through even Kobolt's thick skin. He flinched at the sound and sat up, flicking his head towards the roar, scaring the birds away with suddenness of his movement. Almost instinctively he jumped to his paws, responding to the cry - Someone, somewhere, was in real trouble - He moved to help with out thinking about it. He dived into the golden grass and took I off running towards the source.

A few minutes later he reached the scene. His shoulders heaved heavily up and down as he panted, out of breath from the run, and looked round confusedly. Wasn't this Cay's den? The place he had brought those two little cubs he'd found? There was no obvious problem here, no fight, nor danger at all that he could see or hear. The shape of a brown saber huddled on the ground at the front of the den and another figure he recognised a Flamestorm appeared out of the darkness of the cave next to him. There didn't seem to be anything aggressive in either of their stances. Everything was quite. Feeling ever so somewhat annoyed that he had run all the way here for nothing, he started to turn away, but flash of red caught his eye making him pause. Dashes of red covered the ground around the den, like the crumpled petals of a poppy - That was exactly what Kobolt presumed they were. Poppies spread like that were a rare but not unknown sight in this land, they were the ominous signal of the announcement of a blood feud. He turned back - But who? Why? He hadn't heard of any tensions in the Pride, outside his own family of course. Moving closer to the den he picked up the first metallic tang of blood in the air and paused and breathing deeper. No, those weren't poppies. He cautiously moved closer until he could stare down at the mess of bloody prints; marks that painted a picture of a struggle that had been clearly been savage but brief. Small and large print criss crossed the ground - Was that a wolf's print? His first thought was that it must be the brown saber who was injured and that was why he way laying down, but then Kobolt's eyes then followed the trail that lead to the mouth of the den where Taverin lay. He saw two bloodstained bundles of fur clasped to his chest... Two familiar shades of fur. His narrowed green eyes went wide. No.

Those two little cubs he had found... Kobolt let out a breath that quivered in his chest and caught in his throat. Artax. Thea. He hadn't saved them for this. He had found them half dead and abandoned on the borders along with another cub who had already succumbed the baking heat of the plains, he had gathered them gently up in his mouth and dashed them straight to Cay and his mate, knowing they would be able to help. After that the two cubs had ceased to be his concern, he had left them with their new family content that they would be well cared for, aside from the occasional visit he had had little to do with them since. Now they were...

"What happened?" He demanded of Flamestorm a cold ball of anger settling in his chest. Tearing his eyes from the grisly sight he rounded on Flamestorm, expecting a full chapter and verse on exactly what was going on here. It hadn't occurred to him that Flamestorm was as clueless in this as the rest of them. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. "Who did this?" He growled next, decideding in that instant that when he knew who was responsible he was going to hunt them down and rip their throat out. "Are they wolf prints?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. At no point did he suspect either Flamestorm or Taverin, simply because Sabers didn't go around just killing one another, they had rules, customs, laws - Unlike those flea bitten mongrels. No Saber would kill a cub the dishonour of such an act wou... Unless... He froze for a moment, a horrible thought creeping into his mind. He had found these cubs, what if someone though he was more than just their finder, what if they thought he was actually their father and trying to hide it. What if someone had thought they were a threat to them... After all he had heard of no tensions in the Pride, except for in his only family...
« Last Edit: March 15, 2014, 12:19:31 PM by .Kobolt. »
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how


Offline TjLocke

  • Initiate
  • *
  • Posts: 46
  • Gender: Female
  • Liked: 0
  • Likes Given: 2
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #4 on: April 23, 2014, 04:00:02 PM »
(Great, time to take advantage of indeterminate time streams :D)



-/-/-

  As Afua had directed, Inzer made her way through the pridelands of Asgard-her new home. She still felt a warm thrill in her chest cavity, spurred on by a combination of such an acceptance, and also by the fact that her process of joining had been nothing less than amusing. Save for one small hurt, one easily rectified, the sabre felt very pleased with this new direction her life was taking.

  For efficiency's sake, Inzer had gone out and hunted down her prey before going and introducing herself to the rest of the pride. She presumed that she might be better received if she had proof of her hunting skills. After all, not all felines could be as understanding as the hybrid lion.

  The poor young buck who'd wandered into the grasslands was almost the perfect catch. Hopefully, the others would accept it, and her. And if not, if they found her deformity unsightly... Silly kitty, this is your home now. Stop being afraid of it.

  Growling, Inzer focused on heaving her kill across a tiny stream, the fur around her paws clumping in the wetness. And she'd only just gotten dry from last night's rain...

  Inzer's nose itched suddenly. Snorting, she tried to get rid of the irritant, but there was nothing to be rid of. She paused for a moment, letting the dead deer sag to the ground. There were caves not far away, but Inzer ignored them in favor of the tickle in her sinuses. In was very familiar... but not in a good way. Concentrating, she sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. They only stayed that way for a moment before snapping open again.

  Blood.

  It didn't smell right. The distant stench was much more acrid than the smell of a prey animal. It clenched in her lungs with a thickness that felt all kinds of wrong. But what was it? Inzer twisted her head to the direction form which the scent drifted-the way towards the caves. As she squinted at them, she saw a shape moving. A tiny feline shape.

  That was when it clicked. Inzer felt a chill run down her spine. The stench... it was feline blood. Abandoning her kill, she took of in a sprint towards the caves in time to hear a wretched cry.

  "NOOOOOOOO!"

  Inzer sucked in a sharp gasp. That voice... it was higher pitched than it should've been. Young. Small. A cub... she forced energy into her muscles and tore at the ground in a frenzy. She could see other, bigger shapes near the cave as she closed in. The female sabre skidded to a halt a few meters away from the gaping entrance.

  The odor was tearing at her nose now. Eyes wide with shock, she gazed at the scene and felt her heart plummet. There was one cub, lying on the ground, clinging to two similarly small corpses. Also nearby were two adult sabres. Inzer couldn't see their faces, but just from their body language she read mixed emotions of horror, anger, and mourning.

  Taking a cautious step towards the cave, Inzer asked with a low shiver to her tone, "Wha- what happened here??" She had no idea how the other sabres would react, considering that she was a stranger who'd only just been integrated into their numbers, but at the moment all of Inzer's attention was on the anguished cub, crying over the bodies of his... siblings?

  Oh, no. Inzer felt her own rage start to simmer. Who killed you... who dared to lay a paw on you. On these cubs. A silent vow was made at the back of Inzer's mind, a promise to help find whoever murdered these cubs.
« Last Edit: April 23, 2014, 09:09:34 PM by TjLocke »
Hear the siren, she sings
As you fly from your mind
Oh angel, you will see in the end
Don't hold onto your wings
As they leave you behind

Oh, insanity is such a serendipitous friend.


Offline Roderik

  • Initiate
  • *
  • Posts: 47
  • Liked: 22
  • Likes Given: 13
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #5 on: May 14, 2014, 11:19:12 AM »
(Taverin is a bit older than a yearling now. I should update his profile. sorry!)


Though he was not considered to be a solitary soul, Roderik enjoyed his moments alone. Since his incident in the caves, he had vowed to train and become stronger so that no other member of his family would ever endanger themselves on his behalf. He was grateful to his older sister for rescuing him, and looked up to the young queen even more than before if that was even possible. But, he was aware of the risk she had taken upon her own well being to rescue him. It still made him uncomfortable to think that she could have been injured on account of his actions. Not only had the young sabre vowed to become stronger, he had also matured in his thoughts and his actions. He needed to be responsible to protect his pride mates and his family; he was aware of that now. Since the events in the caves, the yearling had become stronger in both mind and body. Even despite the injury he had suffered. The healers had done their best, but the nerves of his right front paw had been damaged. Roderik no longer felt anything in his paw, from the top of his right shoulder blade to the tip of his claws. He was aware of his limb and could use it as though nothing had changed, but he no longer felt heat, cold, or pain in it. Since the injury wasn't visible to those who did not know, the prince was intent on hiding the fact and had ushered the healers into silence. There was no use in making his mother, or his siblings worry about it.

He no longer wanted to make them worry on his account...

He wouldn't have smelled the blood, as others had done, since he was situated too far upwind of the dens. But his ears did catch the sound of the roar. He immediately recognized the sound of his best friend's roar. Taverin... Worry clenched his chest, and the yearling prince began to sprint towards the direction of the sound. Despite the wind working against him, Roderik smelled the blood before he saw it. It's stench was potent and filled the air with a sense of dread. At first, he thought his best friend had been injured in a fight. Worried for Taverin, Roderik ignored all the other sabres gathered around him and tried to see if he was hurt.

"What happened? Are you o-....oh no..."

There was blood on his friend's chest and face, but he could see now that it was not his own blood. Taverin sobbed, holding against him the inert bodies of his younger siblings. Roderik took a step back in horror. Who could have done such a horrible thing? Thea... Arthrax... they were brave children, and though Taverin sometimes laughed about how they gave him a hard time, he knew how much he loved them. What was there to say?... What was there to do?... Roderik knew that nothing they could do would bring the children back to life. While the others expressed anger and mused about the next step to take regarding the murder, the young prince simply sat next to his friend and placed a paw on his shoulder. It was way to let Taverin know that he was there.

"It's not your fault."

Offline Zahabu

  • Stoneclaw
  • Initiate
  • ***
  • Posts: 25
  • Gender: Male
  • Pound your feet to this Phenomenon
  • Liked: 12
  • Likes Given: 4
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #6 on: May 14, 2014, 12:07:33 PM »
It was the way of the world: Creatures died while others were born. It was an endless cycle of life and death; all knew this... So why did they always cry and rebel when death came along? Surely they knew it was all part of the plan? Idiots...

Zahabu licked his fangs, ridding them of the blood that remained. A dip in a nearby river had done it's job, and the lion looked as though he was simply taking a dip on a warm day. There were none in Stoneclaw who really knew him, and he really believed that was for the best. He hated most forms of companionship. The only exclusion to the rule had been his brother, and the older lion that had followed them on their travels. But the trio had been separated some time ago. The rogue lion had gone to Aryion to challenge the leader, but had found that the pride had merged with sabres. Sabres of all things. It was laughable at best... If the king hadn't wanted to lead his people, he should have given the crown to one of his sons... but to offer his land as a gift to the sabretoothed cats was a ridiculous affair. That wasn't even the worst part... this sabre pride had no king. No, instead they took their orders from a set of queens. Queens without kings! and not even queens who's kings had passed away or anything remotely sensible like that, no... they were self appointed queens. One of which was a previous princess with way too many daydreams in that little head of hers, and the other one... brace yourself for this... was a bard. YES, a bard. The whole thing was just one joke after another. Zahabu was sure that whatever great kings to have once ruled this land must have currently been turning and tossing in their grave.

The strongest was meant to rule, and only the fittest survived. Of this he was certain.
Those kids had certainly not been the best crop of the pride. If they had been, then these sabres had bigger problems on their paws than a pair of dead cubs. Their whole system was falling apart, it wasn't hard to see. Who was the strongest of them now? How did they even know? They knew not, that was the problem. And so every horny sabre that wanted kids simply got them. Sooner or later, they would breed nothing but weaklings and their whole system would fall apart. If the sabres kept walking this path of self destruction, they were heading straight to their extinction. It was a sad reality, but the laws of nature existed for a reason.
The lion licked his chops, winkling his nose in the process. The boy had been a weakling for sure. His first instinct had been to curl backwards in fear and scream for help. There had been some hope for the little female cub, however... for she'd gone as far as to try and fight him off, scratching small red cuts into his upper lip with her little claws. She could have grown up to be a strong one, but by then it was too late to turn back. Sometimes, sacrifices had to be made to benefit the masses. He was only doing them a favor, killing away the weak and permitting the strong to thrive. But Zahabu knew they would not see things his way... These sensible fools would only cry over the blood that had been spilled, refusing to look at the bigger picture and acknowledging the common sense of the thing.

They needed a king, to protect and provide for the pride. They needed a figure of strength, to teach them of the ways of the world: only the fittest was meant to survive. The traditional ways of the lion pride was the best by all means, this he knew. Only the strongest in the pride could be king; and only the king was allowed to make children. This ensured that the next generation was made of the strongest and most capable individuals. When a king was defeated and a stronger lion took the throne, then all the young children of the previous king were killed. What these fools were doing was complete nonsense, and Zahabu was surprised they couldn't see the impending doom of their actions. If nothing was done, they would run themselves to ruin. To kill a few in benefit of all was the natural way of things. Even stupid creatures such as elks could understand this natural selection, so how come these sabres couldn't see it?

There had been others, fallen under his claws. Silent murders that none would ever know... carcasses hidden beyond the borders and in places where none would ever think to look. He had been doing his duty to the pride all this time, a silent benefactor. This had been the first time he hadn't been able to hide the crime. The youth watching over the cubs had returned too quickly and he had been forced to retreat. As expected, they would moan and cry, and ask themselves why. But the lion wouldn't tell them... they just wouldn't understand. They lacked the intelligence it seemed, to understand the simplicity of the facts. As he finished drying himself, and inspecting his pelt, the lion made his way towards the scene of murder. It would seem much too suspicious if he was close enough to hear the anguished cry and had not investigated like everyone else. No, he would be better off to join the mourning idiots, and offer a word or two of condolence. Else they would suspect him. When he arrived at the scene, they all seemed to be doing exactly what he had imagined they would do: Cry and whine, and wonder why. Idiots, the lot of them...

"Wha- what happened here??" Duh. "It's not your fault." Of course it was. It was the whole damn lot's fault. Each and every one of them. But he couldn't simply up and tell them. So he did exactly what everyone expected a stranger to do in such situation. He did his best to look upset, or sad, or whatever the f*ck these fools thought was appropriate.

"It's a tragedy for the pride... Taverin, I'm so sorry for your loss."

Offline Taverin

  • Initiate
  • *
  • Posts: 22
  • Gender: Male
  • Liked: 3
  • Likes Given: 2
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #7 on: June 08, 2014, 07:41:15 PM »
Taverin held his siblings close to him and cried. He barely noticed as Flamestorm arrived to inspect the scene. There were words spoken, but he did not hear them. Flamestorm entered their den, but he did not see him go. The outside world was shut out, while the storm raged inside him. They were gone... Thea... Artrax... Gone forever. He held them close, as though his proximity might bring them warmth. He held them near, as though the warmth he shared with them might stir life back into their bodies. There was always a shred of hope in one's heart, no matter how deep the despair, even if the mind knew better. But no matter how preciously he held them, they did not move. The reality of things crushed him; They would never move again. "I know you need your time... but I have to ask. Do you know of any who would do this?". Teeth clenched, eyes closed shut, he would shake his head in negative. No one had ever bothered with them. They had lived their quiet lives without ever bothering anyone, or without anyone bothering them. Since his father had vanished, then his mother, and his brother and sister, he had lived alone with his adopted siblings. He had done his very best to raise them, and provide for them. And though it was true that he'd sometimes joked to Roderik about how much they caused him trouble, he never really meant any of it. He was proud of each of their accomplishments, no matter how small. They had lost much along the way... but they'd had each other. Now... they were gone, and Taverin was left alone.

Never again would he pretend to be the mighty Thickhide, while Artrax playfully climbed on his back and bit at his neck...
"Oh no! You've got me!"
"Rawwr! I've defeated you! Just like Auduril, right Tav?"
"Uh huh!... and woah! Artrax! Have your fangs gotten bigger?"
"Huh? REALLY!? <3"
"Yeah!"


Never again would he watch the stars with Thea. Oh how many times had she told him she would stay awake longer than he? How often had he carried her sleepy little figure back into the den? Not often enough, he thought now... What would he do for just another story time? Just one more night under the stars! It just couldn't be over. It just couldn't! He wanted to play hide and seek with them again! He wanted to hear Thea complain about how she didn't like fish. He wanted to brush the twigs out of Artrax's fur after play time. Taverin just wanted his life back. As simple and hard as it sometimes had been... he knew now how perfect every detail had been. There were others that came, but so lost in his grief he was that he didn't hear them speak. Even had he heard them, he would not have had the strength to reply. Taverin looked upon his siblings then, and bit his tongue. He felt sick to his stomach. Who could have done such a thing? And why? When a familiar paw came to rest upon his shoulder, the young sabre finally looked up. He met with a familiar face, but even the sight of his best friend didn't lift his spirits. He felt like nothing else in the world could ever lift him from a blow such as this.

"It's not your fault."

Taverin finally stood up, though his legs seemed to tremble. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first. The thoughts became jumbled as he tried to express them, and it was like he was trying to say too many things at once. 'I shouldn't ... have taken.... so... long to hunt.', he thought. 'I should have ... been here to protect them', he bit his lip then, holding in a sob. He had already cried too long, and wasted too much time. Whoever had done this could have been long gone by now. "Taverin, I'm so sorry for your loss." Another stranger's voice. It was not the first he had heard among the gathering. The smaller feline that had joined them was also unknown to him. But there was something that bothered him about this stranger, though he couldn't tell what at first. Lifting his head, he looked into the lion's blue eyes and stared.

"How do you know my name...."

Offline .Kobolt.

  • The Purposeless Prince
  • Regular
  • ***
  • Posts: 132
  • Played by ypput
  • Liked: 9
  • Likes Given: 5
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #8 on: July 01, 2014, 06:31:47 PM »
"Wha- what happened here??"

"What happened? Are you o-....oh no..."


It didn't take long for others to be drawn in by the scene, two cats Kobolt didn't recognise appeared, one spotted creature and another reddish brown and orange. If he had been paying more attention to the new arrivals he might have noticed certain familiar features in the orangey yearling, but Kobolt wasn't really looking at him; his attention still fixed numbly on the little bodies of the two cubs he'd once rescued. Besides he had only ever met one of his new half sibling so far and that had been an accident, so he did not recognise the other Prince now. Probably for the best, it wasn't likely he would have had much nice to say to his replacement. They were close by blood, but little else.

"It's not your fault."

Next to appear was a one of the Lions, which Kobolt reflected a was a nice change - Since Aryion had been foisted on them he'd hardly seen hide nor hair of the giant beasts they'd inherited - So he nodded to the one that appeared now, a big golden coloured specimen. Nice to see that at least one of them gave a damn.

"It's a tragedy for the pride... Taverin, I'm so sorry for your loss."

"How do you know my name...."

What did it matter that the Lion knew Taverin's name? Why was that important, even relevant, they were looking for the murderer of the cubs not playing catch up or dissolving into small talk - The Lion likely just heard it about, it's not like names were a huge secret or hard to pick up. They weren't going to catch Thea and Artrax's killer asking dumb questions like that. He sighed and pushed to his paws to turn away and talk to Flamestorm, the spotted cat and the lion. He would probably get more sense out of them - Taverin was clearly going into some sort of shock. "Some bastards going to pay for this," He growled to Flamestorm calmly though his voice had an edge to it; it was a different sort of anger than his usual churlish tones, colder, vengeful. He was going to do something about this. He was determined to find this killer - Likely some rabid, flea bitten, wolf. How many times had he said they couldn't be trusted? Damn mongrels.

Next he turned to the Lion and spotted cat, including them in the conversation, leaving Taverin in the care of the other orangey red saber - Best give him some time and room to calm down. "Did either of you see anyone on the way here?" Any wolves? He looked between them intently, hoping one of them might offer up a clue of some sort for them to begin work with. Someone must know something. "I came through the scrub." He jerked his head in that direction. "Which way'd you come?" Then he caught sight of a fleck of blood on the Lions face, a few small fresh scratches. Well that was something, he narrowed his eyes slightly.  It didn't take him long to put two and two together. "They got your face I see-" Kobolt said slowly, pointing out the little scratches and lifted his gaze from them to meet the lion's eyes. "You came through the scrub as well then?" Unfortunately when putting two and two together he had effed up and gotten six. It all made perfect plausible sense though - The thorn bushes must have caught him as he hurried to respond to the call; Kobolt himself had narrowly avoided getting a few nasty prickles but the lion clearly wasn't so lucky, must be the extra height making it harder to duck the thorny branches. What god awful deduction.
« Last Edit: July 01, 2014, 06:35:11 PM by .Kobolt. »
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how


Offline Roderik

  • Initiate
  • *
  • Posts: 47
  • Liked: 22
  • Likes Given: 13
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #9 on: July 02, 2014, 09:42:53 AM »
I placed both Roderik and Taverin in this post because I want to keep this moving.


"It's a tragedy for the pride... Taverin, I'm so sorry for your loss."

When Roderik looked to the owner of the voice, he was surprised to find a lion among them. Since the merge with Aryion, the young prince hadn't seen too many lions; at least not as many as he had expected to see. He nodded to the stranger then, grateful for his presence and his concern. Perhaps with his help, they would be able to close in faster on the author of the crime. It was then that he noticed Taverin acting strangely. His friend was staring at the lion coldly. Roderik knew that Taverin was usually friendly towards strangers. The young sabre should have been grateful for the lion's concern... so why was he looking at him that way?

"How do you know my name...."

Roderik was confused, to say the least. How could his friend wonder about a trivial thing like that when more important matters were at hand? It was true that he'd never met the lion before... and now that he thought of it, no one present had mentioned Taverin's name... but surely he had heard it somewhere? Why did it matter? Roderik stood beside his friend, hoping to talk some sense into him. There was obviously something wrong with him, he wasn't himself. Who could blame him though? The young sabre had just lost all that remained of his family...

"Taverin... that's not important now."




There was anger and pain in his heart. Taverin just wanted to find the one responsible and kill him. He'd never been the one to start a fight, but should they find the one responsible, he wanted the sob for himself. He would beat him bloody and make him beg for mercy. This anger... it wasn't natural to the youth, and in any other circumstances he would have been shocked at himself for thinking such thoughts. Today though, he would hold none of it back... He would not rest until the death of his siblings was avenged. Roderik dismissed him when he asked the lion how he knew his name, but Taverin emitted a grunt in his direction. He didn't trust the lion for some reason... some feeling in his gut told him that the guy was rotten. Then again... the grieving youth was actively looking for someone to blame....

"Some bastards going to pay for this... Did either of you see anyone on the way here?"

Kobolt was trying to seek clues, while Roderik did his best to calm him. But Taverin wouldn't listen... not this time. It was strange how the tables had flipped between them. In their youth, it was always Taverin that tried to talk some sense into Roderik as he ventured off to another dangerous adventure. Their younger days had been filled with fun times and bliss... but those days were over. The world they knew now was not the world they had expected... Their days wasn't filled with missions and glory... it was instead full of responsibility, hardship, and cruel realizations. Artrax... Thea... They were the casualties of a needless cruelty. There was no reason for anyone to have done this. Taverin had no enemies... neither did his parents. So why? Why? WHY? God damnit!

"They got your face I see-"

He lifted his gaze to the lion that held his scorn, and noticed the fresh scratches just as Kobolt had. But his mind was dark, and the scenario that ran through his mind was much more macabre. "You came through the scrub as well then?" No.. no... it wasn't. He could see it. Images clear as day ran through his mind. A child screaming his name, and a desperate attempt at survival; little claws grabbing hold of a killer's face to leave it's mark. Taverin's blood began to boil. He would no longer hear reason. He cared not what anyone had to say about it, this lion was the murderer and he would kill him where he stood. A snarl escaped him, as the fur of his neck stood on edge. He would scream out and lunge towards the larger feline, not caring for the difference in size. If his siblings had been brave enough to stand up to him, then he had all the strength he needed to take his revenge. He would tear through his face; he would rip him to shreds, until no one would be able to tell what he had been. Oh but Taverin knew what he was....

"MURDERER!"




"I came through the scrub. Which way'd you come?"

"North. I saw no one else on my way."

There was something about the other orange sabre that felt familiar to him. Perhaps if Roderik had been able to focus on the facts, he too would have been able to place the pieces together. But now wasn't the time... not that he would have had anything "nice" to say to Kobolt... After all, Roderik looked up to his mother and did not take kindly to anyone treating her badly. Being half brothers wouldn't matter to him... it wouldn't matter one bit. Roderik believed that your words and your actions made you who you were... blood had very little to do with it. That was how he saw things, and it made the murder of Thea and Artrax all the harder to take. Because it did not matter if they were adopted. They were family regardless... When Roderik came out of his thoughts, he realized he had lost most of what had been said between the others, but he could clearly see that his friend was no longer in his normal state. There was something about that stranger that made Taverin go over the edge. He could see how the other was bracing himself, readying to attack.

"Taverin?... What are you..."

"MURDERER!"

There was a flash of fur as Taverin lunged himself to attack the lion, but Roderik was quicker, larger, stronger. In a moment's breath, the young prince was standing between them, bracing his right shoulder against the impact he knew would come. Taverin's chest came barreling against his shoulder, but Roderik steadied his paws against the ground and took the full force of Taverin's swing. With a grunt, the prince gave a shove back, nearly twice as strong, that caused the other sabre to stumble down. Roderik stood his ground.

"STOP. You can't go accusing someone of such a heinous crime without proof! Listen to reason, Taverin."

He knew his actions would have hurt his friend, but he couldn't let him make a fool of himself like that either. Not to mention, he couldn't let him kill anyone he thought was suspicious. The way Taverin was acting right now, you'd think all the lions in Asgard were responsible. It might have been easy to pick the odd colored apple out of a bunch and say it was rotten... but the easy way wasn't always the best. Sometimes things took more consideration than that. He understood though, how Taverin's voice of reason might have been overlooked in this moment. He was willing to be that voice for the time being. How often had his friend tried to do the same for him? He would reach out to his friend, and help him stand, offering him a look that said 'Trust me...'.

"Come... we should give your siblings a proper burial..."
« Last Edit: July 02, 2014, 09:49:47 AM by Roderik »

Offline Zahabu

  • Stoneclaw
  • Initiate
  • ***
  • Posts: 25
  • Gender: Male
  • Pound your feet to this Phenomenon
  • Liked: 12
  • Likes Given: 4
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #10 on: July 02, 2014, 10:42:16 AM »
"How do you know my name...."

Second slip up in the same day. Zahabu wasn't very impressed with himself. 'Maybe I'm getting too old for this', he thought to himself. It was hard work, making sure the laws of nature prevailed over the senseless emotional fools that lived around him. The name? He'd heard it from the mouth of the child, who had done nothing but cry and scream instead of trying to defend himself. Seeing the brown sabre that cried over the small lifeless bodies, he had simply put two and two together. It seemed he wasn't the only one smart enough to have the skill of deduction in this pride. If all the other members of his family had fallen to 'natural selection', perhaps Taverin himself wasn't meant for that fate. The future would tell... and if the youth was any amount as smart as he seemed, he would shut his mouth and stay well away from him. You usually didn't live a very long life chasing death itself...

"I've heard someone call it once."

It wasn't a lie, he really had heard someone call his name... and who was to say when? and in which circumstances? No one... so Zahabu didn't let that detail shake him. If anything, he did his best to show concern towards the grieving youth. Turning his head to one of the other felines gathered, he gave them a look that seemed to say 'why would he ask me something like that?', or even 'What was that about?'. One of the others sighed, and another even commented on the fact. "Taverin... that's not important now.", Oh if only they knew how important it really was... but they did not, how could they? Oh how he would have wanted to laugh then; laugh and tell them how stupid they all seemed. At first, the lion had been annoyed that his murder had been uncovered before the bodies were hidden and the mess was cleaned... but after all things considered, this little game made things more interesting. Too much of the same thing was never a good thing. It amused him greatly to watch them scurry and chatter and try to solve the crime. They reminded him of a time in his childhood; he had crushed an anthill with his paw and watched as the bugs had panicked. He felt the same now as he had then... like a god. A very cruel god....

"Some bastards going to pay for this... Did either of you see anyone on the way here? I came through the scrub."

"North. I saw no one else on my way."

"I saw no one but... ", He gave a pause, seemingly in thought. "While I was bathing earlier, I did hear something crossing the river upstream before I heard the roar... was it one of you?"

He would give them a false trail to follow... but he mocked them while doing so, for the trail was actually mirrored with his own. Who would suspect him of murder when he was actually guiding them towards the murderer's heels? He would even retrace his steps and take them to the river if they asked... only... a little further down the river... then go up stream, to where he would have heard the noise. They would find the bloodied water and assume the murderer crossed. The tracks on the other side, muddled by the scent of water, would be harder to follow... sending them on a wild goose chase. And he would help them all the while... until they grew too tired to continue and gave up chase. How cruel... how ironic for them to run alongside the murderer all along. Zahabu was very amused.

"They got your face I see-"

There was a moment of tension in which Kobolt noticed the marks at Zahabu's lips. The lion licked at the fresh wound absent-mindlessly, then looked at Kobolt as the prince looked up into his eyes. Muscles tensed as he prepared himself for a fight. Kobolt had noticed the scratches and Zahabu could almost see the gears turning in his head. 'Careful, little prince...', he thought; 'You walk on unstable ground'. "You came through the scrub as well then?". A bullet dodged, and Zahabu instantly relaxed. Had the truth been unveiled, he would have been ready to fight the whole lot. Either way, he was in for a whole lot of excitement... but perhaps it was best for everyone else if they avoided the scuffles. After all, Zahabu had a reputation though they did not know... he was the kingslayer. And if he was capable of besting kings, who was to say he couldn't best this whole sorry lot of felines? After Kobolt made his comment clear, the lion gave an absent-minded glance to his scratches.

"Oh.. I didn't even notice. I came in a hurry... It's hard to navigate through those scrub when you're larger, it's-"

"Taverin?... What are you..."

"MURDERER!"


He had relaxed too quickly it seemed, but thought best to act the part until the very end. He knew full well he was capable of taking whatever attack the little crap would throw at him, so Zahabu placed on his best look of shock and took an unsteady step back. It was all staged to look like he was innocent, and it was working perfectly. He mused to himself how he could have been an actor... it was quite entertaining for sure, but he seemed to have a natural talent for it in the end. A twist in the story, another sabre standing to protect him against the grieving youth. It was beautiful to watch, moving in fact, and perhaps Zahabu might have shed a tear if he wasn't some heartless murderer. Rather than cry, he would have laughed though... how ironic could things get? When someone protected the villain without knowing?

This was turning out to be quite the play.

"STOP. You can't go accusing someone of such a heinous crime without proof! Listen to reason, Taverin."

"Don't blame him... the poor boy must be mad with grief..."

Zahabu glanced to Taverin then. Villain and victim both stared into each others eyes, and somehow they both knew what the other one was. There was no way for Taverin to prove anything, however... if anyone else became suspicious, the lion could always express his worry about how the lions of Aryion had never been welcomed in Stoneclaw, and how they were trying to use his kind as a scapegoat for their problems. But things probably wouldn't get to that... after all, Taverin knew just as well as Zahabu that his words would pass under the veil of grief and madness. And even if Taverin swore he knew what had happened, he really didn't...

"Come... we should give your siblings a proper burial..."

The cubs had been fortunate in their unfortunate fate... for they would end up with a better burial than most of his victims. Life was such a strange and twisted thing sometimes.

Offline Flamestorm

  • Orange Bear
  • Stoneclaw
  • Regular
  • ***
  • Posts: 117
  • Gender: Male
  • Bring on the next challenge!
  • Liked: 3
  • Likes Given: 0
Re: Innocent Blood [Murder Plot][Open]
« Reply #11 on: July 02, 2014, 11:30:24 AM »
It wasn't long after he had posed his question (which went unanswered for the most part), that the Prince himself came over. Kobolt had fire in his eyes, Flamestorm could see that. It was clear what emotion was going to prevail in this scenario here. And shouldn't it? Two cubs had been murdered practically before their very eyes, and no one knew of anything that could help. Even Kobolt seemed confused as he looked around. "What happened?" The older saber knew the angry words weren't directly at him, but nonetheless he shook his head and turned his hardened gaze on Kobolt. "Aside from the obvious," he said, tail twitching behind him. "I'm pretty sure you know as much as I do, Kobolt." He listened to the younger male as he analyzed the crime scene, but he had deduced about as much as Flamestorm had.

Which was nothing.

"Wha- what happened here??" Another voice came in, and the Sigridr turned his head to look at the feline. This one was new... he hadn't seen her before. "A tragedy," he simply stated, turning then to the young male who still sobbed over his siblings. He breathed a deep sigh that shook through his body as he turned away and sniffed at the ground. There was nothing of note around here. There were so many scents that he just couldn't place it all. And who was to say how many walked through here during the day?

Speaking of. Roderik himself showed up, and Flamestorm nodded to him if he caught his eye. He remembered the lad; he was the one they had saved during a rockslide. Still he could feel the fear that Mayan would have been injured in the tumble of boulders, but luckily they had all been saved, and for the most part unharmed. Flamestorm was glad to see that Roderik was doing well, saving the upset look he now had on his face for obvious reasons. "It's not your fault." Here was a friend to comfort the one in pain. It would have been touching, if not for the gruesome scene before them all.

"It's a tragedy for the pride... Taverin, I'm so sorry for your loss." A lion showed up, and Flamestorm looked at him with steadily glimmering eyes as he lifted his head from the scene. Who was this? Another unknown figure, but he couldn't say; they did just merge with Aryion, so who knew how many unknown felines roamed here now. He appeared to have some sort of connection to Taverin, or at least he had heard of him. It wasn't hard to, mind you. If the lion happened to look over, he would have nodded at him, but nonetheless it hadn't happened, so instead he turned as Taverin finally spoke. "How do you know my name...." It was an odd thing to say, and the saber unconsciously turned to the lion to hear the response. "I've heard someone call it once." Made sense. It was a common thing around here; Flamestorm as a cub had learned a lot just by listening to the conversations of others.

The lion looked at Flamestorm with a look of confusion, and the Sigridr shook his head in kind. It was to show that he also had no idea; the grief must be having the young saber question everything. If Flame had called him that, he may have questioned it too. "Some bastard's going to pay for this," his friend said near him, and Flamestorm's gaze hardened and he gave a nod. "We will make sure of it." A statement that told Kobolt he was with him; they would find this killer, and put him down for good. Kobolt then turned away and questioned the two newcomers, and even commented about the lion's face scratches, to which Flamestorm glanced at but otherwise didn't comment. What was the point? He was just going to sound redundant. "Damned thorns," he said, almost lifting a paw to rub his own nose in kind. It happened often, so too clearly can he recall the scratches.

Then Roderik made a comment that had Flamestorm looking at the two young males. "MURDERER!" His body tensed and just as Taverin leaped for the kill (so to speak), both Roderik and Flamestorm leaped into the way. Flamestorm ended up behind Roderik, so Roderik still took the hit, but now the older orange saber was between Roderik and the lion. "STOP. You can't go accusing someone of such a heinous crime without proof! Listen to reason, Taverin." If Taverin looked at Flamestorm, he would find a glare that would tell him enough. "Listen to Roderik. We cannot do anything without hardened evidence. And we don't have much here. Take care of your siblings first, Taverin. They need it now." As he spoke, his eyes softened, as did his voice. There was no need to be harsh, but the young male had to be snapped out of his grieved haze.

"Come... we should give your siblings a proper burial..." With a sigh, Flamestorm would remain there, watching to see if they were really going to leave. "If either of you need anything," he said, looking at both Roderik and Taverin. "Let me know, please. I will help you in any way. But rest assured; I will not relax until the murderer is apprehended. Understand?" He gazed at both of them, then nodded their dismissal. Family time was family time. And as they would leave, he would turn to the others. "Nothing else to see here," he would say, giving a subtle hint to leave things be. "Let us know if you see anything," he added, gesturing to himself and Kobolt. And as they would hopefully leave, Flamestorm would turn to Kobolt with a sigh. "We should search the area around the den. Look at the rivers, anything that might indicate something we missed. I already looked in the den, but feel free to search in there in case I missed something." He wanted Kobolt's cooperation on this, and frankly he could use the help. And Kobolt was one of the few in this area that could be trusted with this matter.

"And Mayan needs to hear of this..." Flamestorm's gaze turned sad, then. "I can tell her, if need be. I called for her, but she has yet to arrive."





Flamestorm

-=Character played by Moons=-