Iridescent Lagoon Of Blood and Bonds

this is a plot building post for zev and @Rosalin left Vauge to whether zev is in a pack or not since his joining post is still in the works :) hopefully he is in a pack this would be shortly after he officially joined a pack

The brute padded along the silent path deep within the woods, there were less birds about or perhaps the wildlife just hid from this large pungent male, he may or may not have been part of a pack. One would not be able to smell the pack on him, most steered clear, in fact he did not smell of anything that anyone would choose to be anywhere near.

Zev reveled in his scent choosing to roll in random things to gain more and more aromas, The mixing of the pungent perfumes did little to improve his overall presence, even skunks would be wary to come near. This however was part in parcel of his plan, if one wanted to borrow his healing skills one would have brave him first.

Today however Zev took no time to roll in extra piles, he paced the ground quickly his paws eating the miles carrying him to some unknown destination. His paws rarely failed him when he let them take the lead, letting his mind worry while they traveled the earth.

Time was running out, for the change of seasons was soon to be upon them and if he had not performed his change of season ceremony his favor from the gods might be lost to him, perhaps forever.

If one could to gain favour from the gods it was easily lost for they were fickle beings, if one could call them beings.
Zev considered himself in their good graces for many things went his way as long as he continued his offerings, and he had never missed one, not a single one, when they demanded it he provided it.

When there was little to be found he had also provided his own blood in sacrifice, The gods did care to not where their sacrifice came from just that it was worthy of them.

He did not take pleasure in offering up himself in sacrifice for it usually put him out of commission for several weeks and it was hard to heal oneself when one was suffering from blood loss.

Although The visions he had during that time gave him plenty of insight into the future, at least that is how he chose to see his delirium induced hallucinations.

With that in mind his paws took him on a renewed direction as he sought something or someone, willing or unwilling, it mattered not to him.

He scanned the low horizon dusk was beginning to ink the sky line a pretty pale orange and pink. The brute came to a stop and lifted his head, scenting the air his ears perked forward, keen to locate the waking calls of a nearby Owl.

Along with the desperate need of a sacrifice he needed to collect owl skulls for a secondary project of his own.

Zev stilled barely moving if it wasn't for his sides casually lifting up and down with the breath of life, one might think him a statue

(This post was last modified: Jul 29, 2017, 04:26 PM by Zev.)

@Zev so due to traveling this would have to be set around 6/24 or 6/25 :)

She didnt know why she had gone so far. Maybe it was to avoid Pryiel and Tinley. Or maybe it was to try to find a pack that she could actually gather the courage to speak with. Whatever the reason her cream color paws continued to wander until they brought her to a body of water. The lagoon was calm as the sun began to set, painting the once blue sky a beautiful mixture of pinks and oranges. Emerald eyes took in the natural beauty as she took a deep breath in. She missed home and her family, but her pride would never allow her to admit it. So she would continue to operate as she did - entitled. She didnt care what others thought. She was royalty and would always behave as such.

As the day faded away and Rosie got her fill from the lake she decided to find shelter for the night. Moving away from the shore line the blonde yearling reentered the forest. She searched for anything she could make into some sort of den. The Kingsley girl wasn't fond of sleeping outside. As she walked russet coated ears swiveled to catch the sound of an owl. She paused to search for it among the branches over head. The young girl was completely unaware of the stranger down wind from her. She doubtfully would have noticed him for he was so still. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as the owl gave another hoot. She had always liked owls, never really had a reason as to why though.

feel free to power play a bit, Zev will not attempt to avoid injury, he'll take it.

Zev shifted his haunches under him ever so slowly, the thing with hunting birds motion was what startled them if he could get into the ready position with out startling the bird likely he could launch and make last minute redirections to land the kill.

At last the bird emerged from the hollow in the tree, the large brute attempted to adjust himself for the most powerful launch he could get. It never occurred to him the owl knew how high to make it's nest so no predator could take it out in just this manner.

He bared his teeth a snapped as he jumped, however he failed to make contact with the bird by at least a foot. The large brute now had another problem, shifting his weight so he'd land appropriately he saw a wolf directly below him, perhaps she had been hunting the same owl, using his tail to instinctively counter balance himself as gravity brought him down to earth at incredible speed.

He realized his trajectory that he could no longer do anything about was going to make him collide with this stranger if she didn't move, in a split second he went from surprised to hunter again, He missed the owl, but he wasn't about to miss this opportunity. He needed an owl and a sacrifice and the gods had given him both in the same breath.

The brute opened his maw baring his brownish white teeth upon this wolf as he fell back to earth. He didn't roar or growl he was intent on his new target.
Zev wasn't going for a kill shot, he was hoping to grab flesh and pin her. No he did not want to spill her precious blood yet, he had other uses for that.

There are several fresh rabbit tracks in the mud. Hunt Opportunity

@Zev so excited for this! Feel free to pp her since we already decided how its gonna go. Just keep in mind she's a fighter and will keep trying to get away :)

The sky continued to fade from blue to orange and pink becoming brighter with each passing minute. A gentle breeze made its way through the forest and through the princess' shiny coat. Creamy limbs moved blindly around the tree she thought the owl was in. Emerald eyes search the treetops until the bird of prey finally emerged. Her small smile grew a little more as it gave another hoot. That smile disappeared quickly as a sound from almost right behind her startled. Whipping her head around Rosie saw a black wolf launch themselves into the air towards the owl. Emerald eyes widened with horror as she realized that the wolf who was now in the air would land right on her! With a yelp she tried her best to get out of the way. With her ears pinned and her tail tucked with surprise the Kingsley girl moved as quickly as she could but it wasn't quick enough. The larger wolf landed on the blondes rear end causing the pair to collapse and tumble.

The blonde yearling rolled and ended up on her back, her long slender legs up in the air. The dark stranger ended up also half way on their back. Rosalin kicked to try to roll back right side up her legs flailing ungraciously. Before she could get right side up the dark male was up and standing over her and grabbed her by her scruff. His foul stench reached her nose causing it to wrinkle and her to cough. "Let go of me!" She cried as she flailed trying to push him off of her. Finally her paws made contact with his underside and she pushed with all her might. Her efforts were futile for he was heavy. Rosalin wasn't a quitter however so when that didnt work she tried for anything. Emerald orbs found that one of his legs was within reach. She stretched as far as she could until her creamy jaws found their prize. She bit his foreleg in hopes that he'd release his hol on her so that she could get away.

I apologize in advance for any spelling and grammatical errors it's 2am here but I wanted to bang out a few replies, since I got back from vacation work has been overwhelming. ugh

The brutes lips curved into a grin even as his bared teeth come down upon the female. He was silent as the owl in his hunt; though her screams and howls could be heard but every bit of prey within a mile. He realized the female might think he didn't mean to crash upon her, oh but he did, and her failing beneath him only satisfied him, proving without a doubt he had made his mark.

He barely flinched at the several kicks to his belly, though the tender skin might bruise to the abuse it was used to receiving, But nails were hardly teeth and her strength was nothing he needed worry about, for he was male and he was born stronger, just not smarter. In response to being jabbed with her feet. With a hiss Zev simply lay down crushing her to the ground with his body, his teeth making their mark upon her scruff, this move however put his leg far to close to her teeth, and she wasted no time her pearly whites clamped down on his leg and blood flowed upon her tongue his bones did not yet break but it was not for her lack of trying.

Pinned beneath him with no escape Zev held in her ruff and pulled backward giving her neck several shakes until her blood flowed into his mouth, He began to murmur quietly through her pelt touching her blood with his tongue as he spoke and ancient verse, not of a known language, at least not in these parts. but the words that he hummed into her neck were rhythmic and soft. He was not finished she he continued to whisper his prayers and verses, His teeth released their pressure upon her ruff then clamped down again in a new spot, where he pulled back like she was nothing but a toy and again he shook his head tearing the skin below. Teasing her wounds with his tongue as his relentless prayers continued to utter from his throat. Again he almost released her ruff only to readjust his hold and then clamp down again in a new spot, where he pulled back like she was nothing but a toy and again he shook his head tearing the skin below more. Kisses her neck as his words continued possibly unheard by her in her panic, Also she may or may not her realized by now he never grabbed for the large muscle below her throat he had only gone for mouthfuls of skin and pelt, no she was not to die, not yet. Though she may not know his plans and she may not realize that even these many wounds were not fatal wounds, the blood loss may subdue her.

Her blood now flowing freely upon his legs and the ground, The brute released her torn ruff and grabbed her ear Holding it tight ready to tear her ear from her head, she did not need to be in one piece for this, he finally whispered in the common tongue his tonge caressing her ear with each word Hush, bascha, be still, do not spill anymore of my blood or you'll pay trice more of yours

The forest silenced around them it was too quiet, almost eerie and this was what Zev revealed in, this and the quiet that meant 'they' were listening. His grip upon her ear tightened ever still, drawing more blood to stain what was once a perfect tawny pelt, and he hauled upward in attempt to force her to drop his leg which at this point was numb and any further injuries to it would have to be tended to later.

@Zev omg I love this! Is that bad of me? XD and I didnt find any errors :)

Her cries went unanswered as the blonde girl did her best to get the brute off her. The thought that he had landed on her quickly faded and was gone completely as he purposely laid on her and bit down on her scruff. A yelp was let out in shock from the sudden pain before turning into a growl. If he wanted a fight then he'd get a fight. Seeing his leg within her reach, Rosalin opened her jaws and bit down as hard as she could. Her teeth pierced his skin and muscles, just fitting between her teeth. 

Her hope that he would let go were dashed as he didnt so much as make a sound. He just clamped down on the skin of her neck harder and shook. Searing pain shot through her neck and shoulders causing her to clamp down on his leg harder. She wouldn't let him go until he let her go. She continued to squirm under his weight as a strange sound slowly reached her russet dusted ears. Was he talking? Confusion, fear, and the overwhelming instinct to escape filled the Kingsley girl to the brim. She needed to run. He released his grip giving the girl a moment of hope until he clamped down once more in a new spot. Emerald eyes were shut away as he ripped her skin open more. Tears began to fall from her hidden jewels but still she held her grip. 

She could now feel the blood flowing easily from her neck as the large male makes a second gash in her pelt. Her once pristine and beautiful coat was now drenched in her own blood as well as that of the strangers. She was becoming lightheaded and nauseous from the blood loss. True to her heritage Rosie continued to fight as best she could. She used her pinned position to her advantage. Pulling back on the mans leg she was able to make the gash bigger. Letting go for a split second she was able to readjust and get a hold of his bone. She could feel his tongue trancing over the wounds he made resulting in her cracking one of his bones. Whether it was a significant break or not dis not matter to the girl, there was no way she was gonna let him win...or so she thought. He retaliated of course making yet a third bleeding wound on her scruff. Had she had a moment to step back Rosalin would have found it curious that he hadn't tried to go for her easily exposed throat. But due to her panic, and feeble attempts at escape she was unable to see such a thing. 

The addition of a third wound caused the yearling to lose blood at a much faster rate. She was growing weaker, now unable to move with as much ferocity as before. Her breaths became shallow and more rapid but she kept her grip still. Emerald orbs watched with blurred vision as he stood from atop her. Everything inside the young girl screamed to run but she couldn't. The blood loss was too severe at this point rendering her near unconscious. She felt him take her ear in his mouth and caress it with his tongue. His words sounded far away despite being spoken right into her audit. The princess didnt miss the threat though and being as stubborn as she was she disregarded it. Her jaws closed down harder once more on his leg. This of course caused him to back lash and tug upwards on the appendage. She finally released her grip as her head was pulled upwards and away from him. "Wh-why" she whined barely able to speak. Why was he doing this to her?

I had some major character development to do, but now I think I will not have so many road blocks with Zev, :D

I’ve figured out his foreign language and decided on why he’s so god and sacrifice obssesed, His religion is based loosely off Aztec and his weird language is Nahuatl

The sun sank relentlessly, slipping from the horizon, darkening the earth. It was time, the beginning of the ritual, Zev had to have his ritual complete by the rise of the sun or his God would no longer offer favour at least that is what he believed.

The dirt below the pair of wolves became red, Blood slid along the earth and pooled. The femme’s neck chest and front legs matted with the flowing blood, The brutes own blood mingled in the dirt, though no where near to the degree the little femme’s did. Her blood was not stopping, it flowed freely the wounds he created were designed to pull the flesh open without damaging the muscles

He felt her body tremble below him, not with fear but with the loss of blood came the lost of her warmth, as her life blood spilled onto the earth so did her body’s warmth and tenacity to survive. The brute gave yet another yank on her tattered neck re-opening the wounds that had already tried to clot, With the pain shooting up his leg he wanted to use every drop of blood her body could offer.

Waiting until she could no longer stand; Zev did so, despite his cracked tibia bone. He stood his paws on either side of her neck and shoved his muzzle between her ears and pushed down, pressing her chin into her own blood. He closed his eyes, willing his body away, willing the pain to be part of another plain of existence so that he might carry on in this one. This was a skill he was honing quite well, he’d pay for it later as moving about on wounded limbs only made injuries worse. Do not move bascha her licked her ear almost affectionately.

The last ray of sun sank below the earth and Zev’s eyes snapped open, his foreign murmuring began anew. Zev stepped off the proffered femme and placed his paw in her blood then gently between her eyes marking her, sliding his paw along the top of her muzzle then to the reddened earth, he stepped back 2 paces and dug a tiny bowl in the earth then drug his claws from her to the bowl creating a stream to the shallow bowl where blood began to pool. He did this three more times each bowl and each placement was very specific to some god that he was choosing to please this night

He continued with he ceremony using all four legs as if he were not injured at all. At the very last he lifted his leg and bit his own wound allowing for his blood to flow more freely adding several drops of his own blood to each bowl.

The brute lifted his head to the moon and cried out nexcoyomeh teochihua

Slowly his head dropped and his eyes blinked several times as if he were just waking up, He stared at the prone femme and went to step toward her, collapsing to the ground his foreleg unable to bare his weight. Zev seemed surprised, then he was hit with the pain, He gritted his teeth against it, having finished his ritual the rest of the world was rushing up to greet him.

She was still bleeding? Zev drew in a deep breath of air and held it, listening, her breath was faint. He gently stood and quickly surveyed the area, he scented something despite the bloody iron that hung in the air, hobbling on three legs he moved around until he found a bush with long red fruit hanging from it he grabbed a few cayenne peppers in his mouth and began chewing it as he made his way back to her, his mouth was hot and his throat burned, he did not have time to make a powder so this would have to do. he spit the paste on her wounds and spread it generously, being sure to staunch ever single wound. Her blood clotted almost immediately keeping what precious little she had left inside. Zev panted his tongue burned his this lifted his raised foot and stanched the flow of blood there.

The night was half over, and he’d need to move her for the morning ritual anyway So th the brute carefully hobbled behind her and took her tail into his mouth and drug her backward away from the offering he drug her limp body backwards, he no longer had the strength to carry her, so he continued to tug her tail then he’d readjust his paws and give her another tug pulling her to his chest, re adjusting his three legs he’d give her tail another haul pulling her to his chest, he repeated this action endlessly until his had her under a tree hidden below a few long hanging branches, that would keep most of the sn out in the morning, There he left her hobbling on three legs much faster without his burden He need to collect flowers for his morning ritual.

Hours slipped by and as the light crept across the sky he returned to her. Zev carried in his jaws a dead owl the very one that started this whole thing, and a strange rare vine, he had taken the seeds from his home land and planted them here upon arrival, somewhere close to the oak tree bend pack.

The Ayahuasca vine would speed healing as well as create visions, He grinned placed the vine on a rock then repeated crushed the vine with another rock until it was paste, he did not need visions at this time, he needed to be well aware, so that when she had visions he could whisper to her, help her see the greater gods, and bind her mind to him,

Carefully Zev tillted her head to the side then he transported the paste from the rock with a stick and carefully used the stick to rub the paste onto her tongue, it would taste both bitter and yet sweet, the longer it sat on her tongue the sweeter it would taste.

He lay down next to her, his side touching hers, chewing on some comfrey plant turning it into a paste and carefully applying it to his broken ankle in layers, the comfrey would reduce the swelling and encourage the bone to knit and heal, all the while he watched his nameless companion and whispered to her, I belong to Zev, to the gods, I live to serve the gods through Zev, the gods need honouring

Thats awesome! :D I'm so glad to hear! I absolutely love your posts! <3 Thanks for wanting to plot with me :D

Having finally leg go of the devils leg the blonde princess realized just how cold she had become. Why was she so cold all of the sudden? Her head was swimming, she could hardly move, her breathing was beginning to slow. The mans murmuring seemed far away as she begged him for answers that would never come. He dropped her ear causing her head to hit the ground with a thud. Having lost so much blood Rosie couldn't even muster enough strength to lift her head from the blood pooling beneath it. She coughed before she felt pressure on the top of her head shoving her chin deeper into the crimson liquid beneath her. Another whine escaped her once creamy maw at the force but this one was not near the strength of the ones she let out just moments before. The life was being drained from her as she began to come and go into unconsciousness. A strange sense of tiredness washed over her as he whispered in her ear. She missed his instructions as the darkness pulled her under. 

The sound of claws scraping the dirt reached the Kingsley's once beautiful ears. Blonde lids opened slowly to reveal dulled emerald eyes. She could see a dark figure scraping something in the dirt near her. The yearling was so weak she couldn't even muster an ounce of confusion before everything went black once more. 

The sound of a man crying out was faintly heard by the dying girl.

As the minutes ticked on Rosalin lost more and more blood. Her unconscious state shifted from darkness to light. She was running in the day light with her family back in her kingdom. The sun was shining, the air was warm, she was happy. The terror of what happened seemed like nothing more than a bad dream. She frolicked in the meadow with her litter mates as if they were pups. Everything was perfect for the princess. The call of her mother filled her ears as the first born girl looked towards the den. The sight she saw was not normal for instead of being dark the opening of the den was a bright white light. It called to her, beckoning her to run to it. So she did. Her long slender legs began to run towards it until...something pulled her back by the tail. Confused she whipped her head around to look behind her. There was no one there though. So she dismissed it and went to run for the den again. But she was pulled back again. Fear filled her as the tugging on her tail became stronger. The sunny day around her began to darken as she was pulled back into consciousness. 

She could feel his teeth on her tail dragging her. She was numb to pain and any feelings for that matter. Rosie had no idea how far he dragged her, how much time had gone by, nothing. She slipped back out as his dark form hobbled away. At least she was able to do some damage.

In the hours ticked by that Zev was gone the blonde yearling had drifted in and out several times. None of which she was able to figure anything out. The most she did was move her head and paws a few inches from where he had left her. Her tattered ear flicked from reflex as he arrived. She once again woke up just enough to know he was there before passing out again. 

He moved her head to the side, opening her blood covered maw so that he could place the paste on her tongue. The taste of something sweet drew her back to the land of the living once more. Having not lost blood for hours now Rosalin had gained just a little bit of strength. Enough to fight the urge to sleep as she tried to figure out what was in her mouth. 

Being a bit more aware the blonde female felt the nameless man lay besides her. Was he helping her? Then it began, slowly at first. Brilliant colors swirled in her vision. Colors she had only seen in the northern lights. They swirled about in lines of varying widths and lengths. The overwhelming stimuli was not something the princess liked. She felt weightless as she seemed to fly though these patterns coming to a halt in an empty meadow. The world around her wasn't normal however for everything was different colors and still moved in unnatural ways. She shrank down to the ground utterly terrified and confused until a bodiless voice floated through the air. It was quiet at first I belong to Zev, to the gods, I live to serve the gods through Zev, the gods need honouring. Emerald eyes looked around for the source of the voice before realizing it was her own. She was the one chanting this over like a mantra. At first it was confusing nit for why she was saying this but for what gods. Then she saw them, in the distance stood numerous wolves. Each with a different pelt color, each making themselves known as 'the gods'. 


The Ayahuasca vine's psychedelic properties and her blood loss kept the yearling from asking herself why she was saying this, and from realizing whom was really telling her this. She laid next to him in a trance quietly repeating his words, completely unaware of what was real and what wasn't. Rosalin Kingsley would never have been so foolish to believe such a notion that she belonged to anyone, let alone to sever anyone or thing. She was a princess, a future queen. If anyone was serving someone they would be serving her not the other way around. If she ever remembered this ordeal, it would teach her to always pay attention to her surroundings. This was a hard way to learn a small lesson, but it could be worse; this man could have simply killed her. 


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(This post was last modified: Aug 12, 2017, 07:26 AM by Rosalin.)

I'm trying to see if the borrachero’ tree that grows in colombia USA could feasibly be around RoW in canada, Zev would love to get his paws on scopolamine bwahaha

The brute had no idea he had offered to his gods, royal blood, However the gods knew, they knew of her heritage and they felt the weight of the sacrifice. So her life was spared, her body healing and slowly creating more of that life fluid. Zev felt the gods were saving her for him, perhaps the gods were or they saved this princess because they wanted more of her blood, Or perhaps it was something simpler that saved her, but that thought may never occur to either of them.

The brute heard her murmur, her voice so soft he could barely hear it, so he leaned down an listened placing his ear close to her lips, a wicked smile curved his maw, as his incessant mantra was now being repeated.

The sun set and Zev replaced his comfrey poultice upon his paw, his jaw was sore from chewing the plant, but he ignored the discomfort. Before he left the femme to hunt he crushed a little more Ayahuasca between the rocks and used his stick to rub it upon her tongue.

Gently the brute caressed the dried blood from the top of her muzzle with his tongue leaving the paw print between her eyes, I belong to Zev, to the gods, I live to serve the gods through Zev, the gods need honouring He murmured to her before he dissapeared off the hunt close by and to gather herbs.

through out the night he returned which supplies each time repeated the mantra incessantly but rhymictally while in her ear shot. At some time through out the night he left a turtle shell filled with water right before her muzzle. The water was laced with some thing only slightly tangy, something that would make her sleepy and her body calm,

As the sun rose he returned with yet another owl and some beetroot, Zev lay beside her and plucked the feathers from the bird in order to make his next job easier. He chewed on the beetroot and grabbed some gamy owl meat chewing both into a soft glob, she would not be able to eat solid food yet but this prepared soft food would be easy to swallow, and the beetroot would help her body create more blood, Zev continued to mince the owl meat and beetroot together placing it beside the turtle shell in such a way she would not have to stand to eat.

He diligently reapplied his comfrey poultice and watched his new companion with interest; fighting off sleep for along as he could then he dozed lightly listening for movement