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Spring Y3
8.29.19 - 10.13.19
by Split, 08-31-2019, 09:06 PMRE: News Archive
It's time for an update to how we handle time! Now that we are a couple days into the first season of this year, I'll explain how our flow of time will now work. We will be keeping double time, but our time will be more fluid. Essentially, from here on, you will be allowed to back date threads.

All threads from here on out will need to have a date AND time listed in the thread title. This will allow users to see exactly when a thread occurred.

Previously, if you posted a new thread, the time and date that thread was posted was the time in which that event was happening. We are altering the rules regarding timelines to allow you to backdate threads for any date in the current year. (This is Year 3.) So this year started on 8.29.19. You may date a thread from the current date backward to the first day of the year. So as today is 8/31/19, you may date a thread for any date between 8/29/19 and 8.31.19. You may not date threads forward.

So as the year progresses, you will be able to date threads for any time that has already passed in the year, but you must be careful not to break your own character's timelines. The best way to track a character's timeline is to go to their profile and click the button on it labelled "Thread Log". It shows every thread the character has ever participated in. Likewise, events that would break your timelines should also be carefully monitored. So, for example, if I posted a thread for a character dated for today in the desert, it would break the timeline if I posted a thread dated for the 29th in which they ended up dying.

Excessively breaking your own timelines or other characters' timelines is frowned upon and if done consistently, Staff may intervene. Tomorrow I will be instituting changes to leader logs and pregnancies that reflect these changes, so keep an eye out! Please DM or PM a staffer if you have any questions.
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I'm only joking, I don't believe a thing I've said.
Karama Uzoh
[M] Because Karama considers murdering a newborn

She failed.

There was no stopping the arrival of Shikikan's spawn. Perhaps Karama should have turned to other options when it became obvious that sufficient runestones wouldn't have been able to been found. It was far too late, now. Karama retreated into the depths of the Rainforest, determined to find the most isolated cluster of foliage possible. Toward the more southwestern area of the territory, she found a suitable spot to endure. A fallen tree, decorated by unorganized clouds of foliage that would at least hide the hyena from whoever wasn't looking (or smelling) hard enough. She ducked under, straining to fit until she had laid in a way that allowed her to take up less space. She shuffled until she was even remotely comfortable, and she sighed miserably. Why? Why did this have to happen? 

-Fade out/in-

The process felt much more taxing than it had when she had Aesir. Maybe it was the addition of emotional and mental distress she felt during. And long had it been? She didn't count. She didn't care. Point was, she had felt like shit for months. Maybe even years, if at a lesser intensity. She felt dizzy as she raised her head, turning it slightly. No, she couldn't look. But... she wanted to. It was too tempting. Her dark eyes locked onto the single cub, and Gods did she regret giving in to the urge. So tiny, and so helpless. So dependent on its mother. 

Karama wouldn't be its mother. She refused to.

If she had the energy, she would have walked away, right now. Left it for whatever and whoever to find. But instead, she continued to stare. Her focus locked around its little neck. It could be so quick. So quick. But easy? The hyena fidgeted slightly as she licked her lips slowly. She could wrap her teeth around that ivory neck and just click her teeth together. It wouldn't even know what was happening. But when Karama opened her mouth, slowly leaning forward, she felt herself freeze. Such a thing was better said than done, it seemed. A chill of disgust overtook the gray hyena as all she could do was bury her head into her forepaws and sob. She had to do anything in her power to not become attached. She couldn't become attached.

First step was to resist the need to lap her tongue over its ivory fur. So wet and dirty, begging to be cleaned by mother. Karama wouldn't. She could not let herself fall into it. If she dare fail and become attached, she knew she would just be asking to get it swiped away. If she didn't become attached, then it would hurt much less to lose. Maybe Kimagure would take it. Kimagure sure liked taking from her. Karama was sure she'd enjoy another Aesir. She couldn't let a bond form between herself and the cub. She knew she would regret it if so.

"I can fake it all."
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Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?
She went from curled up and warm to being wet, cold, and feeling alone. At first, the tiny cub only sniffled a bit, wiggling in the damp earth where she'd landed beneath the tree. She was unaware of anything but the desire for touch, milk, warmth. After a few miserable minutes growing colder, she began to make little squeaking sounds; her little lungs more developed than the horns that she would grow in or her stubbed tail. Her tiny squeaks grew louder as she squirmed, trying to find the one thing that made any sort of sense. Mother. Milk.

The tiny cries would have become sobs, but the blind, mewling cub could not quite form such sounds. She could only squirm helplessly in the direction she hoped, she felt, she was determined to be Mother and Milk. The instinct to live outweighed all else. Unable to hear, unable to see, the baby was helpless, unaware of her surroundings, unaware of the hatred Mother felt for her existence. Survival was in her blood, as much as it was in Karama's, and the tiny, crying ball of white fur managed to squirm her way close enough to find warmth.

The warmth was a good start. She could rest now that she had found something sort of soft and warm. She could take a moment. Her cries went quiet, having to take the time to gather the energy to resume. She needed milk. She needed to be washed. She needed things she did not know and she was getting none of it. Not that she knew, or even suspected. Harsh words were all she'd ever known from Before. It was a blessing she could not hear or see or tell just how harsh the words had been or would become.

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Ever vigilant, he had smelled the labor before it began in earnest and trailed the hyena to her birthing nest, careful to keep well enough distance. She would call, surely, if she needed assistance. Labor was woman's work and no man had any right to tell them how they should labor. He saw himself as no exception and allowed her relative privacy as he waited quietly for her to deliver his child a little ways away, listening and keeping watch to ensure she was not disturbed until the babe was brought into the world. He had no way of knowing that the labor was complete until the shrill cries of a child filled the air. They were not contented cries. A frown darkened his face and he took to his feet just as a heavy rain began to fall.

As the fat drops rolled off the canopy above and fell down onto the massive man's coat, he walked toward Karama's birthing nest and stopped before her, looking for the children. At her belly he saw none, but as his eyes wandered, he spotted a small, white bundle that was already wet and shrilling for its mother. He had not seen Karama move to pull it closer to her and he already did not like it. The foul tempered woman was unpredictable at best and this was his first child after returning to life. He slowly bent down and plucked the child from the ground, feeling how cold it already was.

His lips curled in disdain as he seated himself before the hyena, placing his massive forepaws together before he lay the babe on his paws, grooming the moisture from her fur and protecting her from the earth that sought to chill her to death. She had a nub tail, but was a large cub and bore horns like both her parents as well as noticeably longer canines. He could not say what gave her the defective tail, perhaps the mixed heritage inflicted upon her by her parents' differing species. It would likely affect the lion cub's balance, but the King would withhold judgements for now. The child needed to be cleaned and warmed if it was to survive at all.

He shielded it from the rain that fell upon them, hunching over it so the rain fell on his back and shoulders instead while he warmed the girl and cleaned her. When she was a little more dry, he turned his icy gaze to the weakened female. "Did you intend to care for this child or were you hoping it would die before I discovered it was born?" he asked cooly, eyes aiming to pierce Karama's.


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Kimagure Stagner
a beating heart of stone
The ivory had been shell shocked, trying to understand how she was supposed to move past this. She had been growing in confidence, preparing to move against her father when the time was right, but that day in the savannah had sucked the life from her. She had instead been consumed by flashbacks and memories and the fear that her father's seed would quicken within her. The fear had been founded and in time her belly had grown heavier, though she did not carry as heavy as she had with Johann and Tamotsu's litter or the litter she lost before them. It sickened her. She could do nothing while there was a child in her belly and even less once it was born, not if she didn't want to risk not only the death of her older fox son and the child she now carried.

The lioness was consumed with a potent mixture of disgust and desperation, and it only intesified when she felt the first labor pains. It was her third time, after all. The rain began to fall heavily just as she began to move toward the shelter she had prepared. Throwing herself into work had been the only escape she had. It had left her prepared, fortunately. She slipped inside, finding it relatively dry, though she was wet.

The lioness wondered if this was how her own mother had felt when she queened Kimagure's litter. She lay down inside, tucking herself to the back wall as she allowed herself to go through the process of birthing, trying to put what would come after out of her mind.

-fade to black-

-fade in-

The ivory was left breathless by the labor and while she did not want to see the father of the singular male cub she had produced, she did want to see her own mother. Kimagure already knew there were things wrong with her son. The lack of a tail and the multitude of toes was a giveaway. The only assets he seemed to possess were tiny wings upon his back, small and possessing only the beginnings of feathers, and of course the fact that he was already very large. She could not help but love him, even as despair consumed her at his blond coat and what he symbolized. The love she bred fear because if Shikikan thought he was flawed, Kimagure could only imagine what he would do to the boy. The lioness was in no place to defend her son either, the only people who perhaps could were Karama and her mother, but Kimagure had no reason to believe Karama would and her mother had already been bested once.

She called out the den softly, quieter roars meant to draw whomever was near rather than the entire pride to her den. She could only hope it was a member of the pride who responded and not her father, someone who would find Kuruan for her. She wasn't ready to face him, much less alone and wounded with a son who might be even more deformed than she could tell.

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Soft roars had Colbert speeding over like a mad fox. He could smell Kimagure. Karama. Shikikan. And... oh no. Oh, no no no no no. What was the strange scent? He was close enough to smell it. What was it? No unrecognizable scent was ever good in these parts, no, no, no. Serpentine dread clutched Colbert's heart and began to wring his neck. It crawllHis stomach felt like there was a knot in it, keeping it all from working. He felt sick. What was going on?

A figure quickly came into sight; as stated before, Colbert had been close to start with. He moved as a force unburdened by gravity; he would fight gravity, heaven, and hell to reach his destination, only paw steps ahead. He would fight gods and titans. He had to know. He just had to know.

Paw steps later, Colbert felt a jolt strike him from above and trace down his spine. The elements seemed to attack him with one last hurrah, finally beating him down to a stop with all their might. Everything felt cold. Everything felt like abyss. All that was ahead was a white form... and a blond one. Small. Well, not as small as one might've expected. But smaller than Kimagure, that was for sure. Did it have tiny wings? Did it have a tiny tail? Colbert couldn't tell. All he could parse was its location, its scent, and its color.


Kimagure. Wasn't. Blonde.

Snake of dread, cut him dead, Colbert went and lost his head. He could feel his breath leaving him, as wrath boiled rising tides of blood and water to his eyes and face. It was like filling up a water balloon with the most potent bile one could find. It was the feeling of disgust and terror that lathered Colbert's insides, sticking to him, oozing around inside of him like the gel of a slug. He had a guess-- no, he knew what this was.

Never before in his life had he more wanted to rip someone apart.

Yet still, looking upon this babe here, Colbert felt this ironic twinge of surprise, of compassion, as one would feel for a normal child at its birth. It felt so out of place to feel now. It hit Colbert then that... this was his sibling. The first one he'd ever seen born, the first one's life he'd be actually able to participate in from the start. This child was also his to protect, not only by familial duty, but by law of Shison, however "lawful" it may be.

This poor cub was his family, and it was already in so much danger.

It made Colbert want to cry.

With burning, watery eyes, a sensation that was becoming so familiar it was almost like the feeling of his eyes coming home, to their natural state, to Colbert, the little fox would approach. Cautiously. Shakily. Quietly. He did not want to be caught by anyone but her, the sufferer, the mother, the white lioness set to coddle the infant. "M-Mother-- Kimagure?" he would whisper to her, trying to get her attention. "I-It's Colbert." His voice was wavering, ephemeral, as though all the air in his lungs and the control in his body was in danger of being whisked away with the smallest breeze.

He would be there, expression soft, paws light, barely holding it together. What a scene this must be to an outsider. No normal creature would ever consider the birth of new life this sad. But perhaps they would if they understood all that was happening here and now, all the unspoken words haunting the air, doting upon Colbert as though he were the grim reaper itself. Who wouldn't weep when the eldest death met the newest life?

Who wouldn't weep?

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1.) As of 2-8-2019, 10:46 PM [Pied Piper Event]: Colbert wears a little lily-shaped stud earring with a softly glowing pearl-esque orb in the lily's pistil on the outer part of the base of his left ear, with the lily facing towards his front so that all approaching Colbert from the front may see it. It should be assumed Colbert is wearing this earring in the aforementioned way unless stated otherwise.
2.) As of 7-29-2019, 5:35 PM [The Basics Thread]: Colbert wears a leather satchel that fits him quite well -- it does not drag on the ground or hinder his movement all that much. It is often dirty, but one can see that it has floral engravings all across the front flap. It is rectangular in shape, and can carry an average amount of items. It should be assumed Colbert is wearing this satchel unless stated otherwise.


Dragon had stopped feeling so much like a hover father when winter had fallen upon the lands. As his dark color returned but his horns and fangs remained, the feline was aware that he was changed. For better or worse now, as his tongue passed over his sharpened teeth. He had been teaching Nala and Widders as best he could the art of fighting, teaching Nala to hunt and Widders to scout. Passing on everything he had wanted to teach his own children.

They were his own children now. And he loved them dearly, no matter the cost to himself or his safety. The only thing he could do was protect them from Shikikan. Be good enough to keep them from becoming part of his dorei. Be a figure they could look up too. Rolling over and accepting defeat was not something he could ask of either of them, so why did it seem so easy for him? Ears pressed back against his head and the man paused for a moment, staring at a patch of grass four feet from his paws. He remembered that poor little wild dog's concern and his muzzle twitched into a smirk. Jaws parted and Dragon collected himself, #flamethrower spilling out more easily now that he knew what he was doing. Control, concentration, the flood of magic that he stopped by snapping shut his teeth. He bounced forward, trampling the area beneath his front paws with the help of #fireproof keeping him safe. It was good to have fire again.

It was brilliant to have fire again.

He ignored the little needling voice at the back of his mind that said it would be simple to ruin Shikikan with the fire. Just for now. Just for the moment he put it aside - again - and then his ears, alert once more, twitched in the direction of a sound. Softly, just a little call, just a few alerting roars. Kimagure. Somehow, through the anger at having to raise her daughters, through the horror of having to watch with Shikikan had done to Karama, through it all he still found himself breaking into a jerky run, bounding in the direction of the queen. He smelled blood first and reeled back from the den, pausing, hesitating, and made a slow arc from one side of the entrance to the other, sniffing the air. Blood, an unfamiliar scent, Kimagure's scent obscured by both and the fresh scent of .... that fox? Ears pressed back and the man wondered who the father of the child was. "Kimagure?" He did not enter the den, having never even approached his own mate until she called for him after she whelped.

Kimagure had called for someone, but not the whole pride. She had someone there already. "Do you need anything or should I go?" He asked, voice level and calm, raised enough to call into the den without yelling. He did not know, could not know, and therefore was calm.
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Karama Uzoh
The mewling should have been expected. Karama had forgotten how noisy and desperate newborns were. She pulled her legs toward her belly, an unspoken refusal to make herself available to the cub. It wasn't just her rejection of a bond that made her stomach clench at the noise. It was the noise itself. Too loud. Too demanding of attention. Her teeth pressed together tightly as she hissed the start of a shush. As if it would listen, right? It was all as hopeless as ever. Karama couldn't expect any of it to be in her favor. Not even the mere wish of wanting to passively eliminate the burden. No, now she had eyes, and the most undesired pair over her. Her jowls lifted softly in a cringe, only as far as her energy could offer as her eyelids halfway concealed her eyes, pupils locking at Shikikan's paws.

She ignored his correct accusation, eyes failing to resist the sight of the cub. It was so tiny. 'Stop it.' She forced her head to turn until she could no longer see the precious cargo Shikikan had intercepted, but not before noticing the lack of a proper tail. She had her excuse. Would Shikikan accept it? She was about to find out. "It's deformed." She pointed out in a weary whisper. Would Shikikan accept a tailless offspring?

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He watched her with a steely stare, his eyes narrowing as he tracked her gaze to his daughter. She claimed the girl was malformed, and while it was true that she lacked a tail, that wasn't a choice for Karama to make. Shikikan didn't trust the hyena bitch as far as he could throw her, and he already knew her judgement was less than perfect. He trailed his tongue over his lips, letting them curl back. He toyed with the idea of cutting the hyena down while she was too weak to pose any threat. She had never been anything but a hassle and the man didn't see it as a wise choice to just set her free. If he did that before he was sure Kimagure had delivered her children, the girl child might starve waiting on the white queen. There was nothing to be done besides returning the cub to Karama to nurse when necessary until he could foist his offspring off on the white lioness.

Surely she would have sense enough not to try to harm his child. He was about to open his mouth to speak when he heard soft calls for those nearby. He recognized the roar. Eyes narrowed, he observed Karama for a moment more. "Let me make something perfectly clear to you Karama, you are not permitted to make any decisions. You've proven yourself too stupid to be trusted with such a responsibility. Until Kimagure births her cubs, you will nurse this cub, and if something should happen to it... natural or otherwise, I'll rip your belly open and leave you at the edge of the savannah to see if we can attract any more wild dogs... understand?" he asked coldly, his eyes aiming to bore into hers. "Since you've proven yourself incapable of doing even the simplest of tasks without direct supervision, you're going to get up and follow me to see if Kimagure has queened her cubs. I care little whether or not it hurts you or you are tired... seeing as you could not spare my daughter even the warmth of your belly until I arrived. Now get up and come, before I make you get up," he snarled, lifting the cub into his jaws very carefully in order to avoid hurting her as he stood up and turned toward the source of the calls, turning back to look to see if Karama was going to follow orders.

If she got up and began to follow, he would begin to pad towards the source of the roar.


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