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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 7:36 am



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This was nice. Mirja, was doing nice. Watering a rather large herb garden with a can, and wearing a wide-brimmed hat so her pale skin didn't get burned. It was almost like she was a normal woman. Of course, right now she was a normal woman, excluding the cute wolf tail and ears, of course. But she didn't want to be, and this was partially shown in the fact that she was using a can rather than a hose or just automatic sprinklers. And using a push-chair rather than anything electric. Even when totally crippled, she was training to create a platform with which she could regain her strength, one day.

And wasn't that a sore topic? She'd gotten nowhere with it. Absolutely, nowhere. She had sat with Hvit in her Inner World for hours, talking to her, theorizing, trying to shift the shard she was stuck on, but there was nothing. She couldn't even see the other shards for all the darkness. She had no idea what she had to do first to even see what she was doing. And it was frustrating to a degree she had never felt. Her grip tightened on the can, and it throughly pissed her off when the can didn't buckle, smashing in on itself like it was made out of cardboard. The can didn't even blink.

"Fuck you can!" she screamed, throwing the can as far as she could. Which amounted to about eight feet. A vexated cry of fury ripped from Mirja and caused passerbys to stare in askance, and then hurry along. Forigen people were confusing.

After that outburst, she laid back on the chair with a sigh, and then wheeled after the can when she had calmed down, picking it up and returning to the water pump to refill it. The whole place was very rustic, but that was how she liked it.



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 6:04 pm



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[Winding hills for miles, as long as the eyes could see. Green pastures and farms spread for eons. It was out in the country, the rural area, simple places for simple lives. It was a place one could get away from the world, one could hide. The sun over in these lands felt different, it's warm glow spread across these lands, the radiance soaked in by the green. Villages scarcely marked such lands, being few and far between as farmers carried their agriculture for trade. This was the the rural lands of of Spain]

It had been months. It had been months since she left Arianda's side, months since she decided to omit several potential relationships. How she had changed, how she become something darker. Looking back a year ago, the comparison. It was frightening. Ashlei, Inami, Henrex... With each one of them, she had experienced their own kind of despair, a chapter in her story expiring as her dreams were broken, fading into obscurity as another offer expired on the ground. Even Arianda, as much as she did care, she could no longer be by her side. In the long run, Ceal would eventually get too much for her to handle, Ceal's constant and increasing fits of madness took a toll on the light-hearted demon. That much was obvious, and that much... forced Ceal away. She had to detach from it, she had to. There wasn't a choice anymore theer wasn't a choice and Ceal had to tie up that mess before it got out of hand. She probably wouldn't understand, but it didn't matter anymore.

The girl was losing it. Every day she could feel it. The instability in her mind. The slow brewing insanity coming from Ate was increasing. Ever since he revealed himself to her during her adventure with Henrex, it had been more aggressive in it's torment. He would actively possess her in certain times, causing her to blank out, only for her to awaken to a bloody mess. She just felt so angry anymore, keeping up a constant flow of anger to keep her tender feelings from bleeding out. Just like Ashlei said, she was bleeding, metaphorically, all over the place. Her emotions were dying, changing, warping. Though she felt in her right mind most of the time, there were days, moments, where she would feel that slip. Her perspectives were changing. Sometimes, she couldn't tell what was right, what was wrong. What was happy or sad. She would lose entire weeks of memory as she frolicked in the pastures of insanity, unable to pull herself from the illusion of madness.

She felt her time in her right mind was limited. She kept using her Eris seal, she kept using it and using it, the influence it had over her kept growing and growing, becoming more accustomed to her body. It's corruption spread so deep that by this point, there was probably no return for her. She would be broken by it's influence. How the pieces fell, well... that was the real question, wasn't it? As the girl thought this, she tried to think of how things could have been different, she thought of many things that happened, that could have happened, that should have happened. It was then that her mind drifted towards the one in question she was currently searching for. No, perhaps hunting was a better word.

--Mirja. Mirja Eeola, the wolf of vasttime.--

Just the thought of it caused her so much pain, so much anger, anguish. Instantly all of the times she spent with her, the short bits of time they had together that always felt like something meant for a different world, a different time line where shit wasn't stupid. Even as Ceal walked the trail up a set of hills, several farm house dotting the roadway she was seething. It was visible to anyone with a mild eye for spiritual power, but an aura of red and black teemed from her body. It was something she did more these days, channeling hateful energies around her during moments of heavily negative thoughts. It kept her motivated, it kept her mind clear. Clear of the voices, of Ate, or stupid sentimental memories, of stupid naive thoughts like the ones that got Ceal on this donward spiral straight unto hell itself. She was tainted before she was ever a woman. A corrupted child, never knowing the normal life of the world, unable to interact with the other kids. This was her fate, it was her consequence. That's right, with choices come consequences. She was paying for her blunder.

Back then, months ago when Madam Tsu met with her in the Sauna, telling her that Mirja was gone without a trace, probably killed, evaporated, escaped with just her life. When that imposing woman told her that. When Ceal heard those words it was the same thing, it was the same thing all over again. Just like before, just like every, single, time before. It felt like everyone who was involved with her life ended up in a shitty fate. Her family, her friends, Mirja.. She didn't know how much longer it would take Karma to destroy Ari too, or Henrex. That is why she had to leave. She had to leave them all behind for this, didn't she?! She brought disaster upon the people around her, forever cursed by Ate's heinous magic. People around her eventually fall, destroying themselves or being destroyed by others. Mirja... she went to Mongolia alone, to meet with a demon some say.

A demon huh? I wonder... She thought to herself, running her hand over the skin around her torso, reddish-black tattoo expanding out from the Eris mark. It was no doubt planted there by Inami, the queen of Chaya Nation, and the harbinger of Anarchy. She did... “something” to Ceal, something that was irreversable, irreplaceable. Thinking about it, Ceal realized she wasn't entirely too sure what this would do, but she could only assume it was something definitively bad for Ceal, bad for her already dwindling mental capacity for sanity.

Ceal went to Mongolia too, just the other day. Once she left Arianda behind, Mirja was the only lose end. She had to know for sure if she died. Without any proof, Ceal kept feeling hopeful she might return, desperate for it even. She felt if there was one person in this world that could control the wild monster inside of her, it was that woman. Ceal firmly believed that if she had gotten too out of hand within the demon ranks, she would eventually be destroyed by them. They are strict when it comes to failures, showing no mercy to those who can't hold themselves together among the turmoil of madness. What she learned in Mongolia was disconcerting, to say the least. There was no conclusive knowledge to be found there, however, she marched from one country to the next, finding clues, snippets, prints, anything that she could possibly examine to find her. In Mongolia there was no grave, there was no body. That could only mean she was alive, she was alive and she never returned. She abandoned Ceal, again.

All of that talk of forever, of possession, of obsession. Where did it all go? Were they lies? Silly stupid words made up in the heat of the moment? Ceal didn't mind being used, she didn't mind being abused. Hell, she didn't even care to be discarded, but not by her. Ceal wanted just one, just one person she could rely on. To lean on and cry on, to protect and be protected. She was desperate for that feeling, so much so that no matter how badly Mirja could hurt her, to make her feel unwanted or abandoned she would want to come back, to hopefully get her to see how much she cared. How much she loved, her! She didn't care if she didn't live her life for herself! She knew it was wrong, she knew it was stupid and even though Mirja said it over and over again, she was stubborn to the point that Mirja finally caved, at least Ceal thought she did. The girl was a knight without a king, a servant without a master, a samurai without a code. There were so many things. This is just who she was, who she always was! She has scoured all of the Eurasian continent to find her, just to tell her those words, to confess to her again, to ask her why? To demand the answer, to hear it from her mouth, as she choked the life from it. As the influence of Ate masked over her, so too did her thoughts become relentless, love became hate, desire became obsession, longing became bloodlust. She was hungry for the life of that wolf, to be the one who brought it's end, and she didn't even know why. She wanted to love her and be by her side, but she also wanted to impale her heart so she would never leave again. To always stay by her. To shackle her lifeless body down,

It was then that she heard it, a scream of anger that echoed across the hills. Just as the seething aura around Ceal grew to it's peak, finally starting to rise to a point where her negative thoughts were reaching a climaxing point. There was no mistaking that voice, there was no way she misheard either. From the roadside, she looked up, a top a hill not but a stone's throw away she could see her. Her silver hair, her tail, a hat only she would wear. There was no mistaking it. There was no escaping it. There was no escaping her.

”.....ATEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

Screaming out the name of the primordial spirit of Ruin, Ceal's vocal cords could almost feel like they were snapping from the force of the scream. Mirja would hear it, she would hear it and she would flood with fear. It was the scream of pain, of angiush, of hate With that scream, Ceal's soul energy exploded with intense force, creating a spiritual pressure unlike anything she had ever unleashed before, fueled by her emotion, fueled by her desire, her hunger, her pain. The blue hue quickly turned red as Ceal went above and past her normal energy, clearly mixing the energy from the Eris mark with her own, causing something she'd only used one before. Once ever, and even then, she couldn't control it. She probably wouldn't be able to control it now, Ate having the reigns to this form.

This was Chasm Revival.




The hood she wore changed from a red to an olive green, her hair shortened as Ate's influence affected her appearance, her clothing ripped and disintegrated as it was replaced with the spiritual armor of the Revival form. Her gentle, green eyes turned yellow, tinged with red on the outsides as if blood were seeping into them. Ceal's aura roared out with killing intent, it screamed for murder, for justice, for vengeance, for anything that it could be called to slay the wolf she had finally found.

She was faster in this form, marginally so, but still faster. With but a tap of her foot, she was closing the distance between her and Mirja. From their position, Mirja was facing her, and if Ceal was able to grab her, or push her in any way, she would be pressed against the wall of the house she could only imagine was her “new home” in this gods forsaken backwater of a location. Once within effective range, (about 20meters) Ceal unleashed 3 spear-tipped chains from a portal created from behind her, originating from her back. These spears aggressively sought out Mirja and would attempt to impale her to the house. Ceal didn't even stop to think that she was in a wheelchair, she didn't even care to wonder why, all she could see in front of her was the person she loved so dearly.



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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 6:35 pm



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Watering the plants was surprisingly fun, it seemed. Rolling her wheelchair through the garden, and sprinkling water over the plants, and then rolling up some more. The plants kept into neat rows and a place for someone to walk down, or roll a wheelchair down, and take care of them. It was good that they were the kind that didn't need fertalizer. Mirja was sure she couldn't shovel shit in this chair. That would just be too much for the Wolf Girl.
"Hmm, what do you think? Stuck like this forever, and I get children coming around in ten years. Calling me granny and trying to help out, just getting mucky from the mud and then getting snacks afterwards?" Mirja mused. Hvit laughed softly at that. It was an idyllic idea. And an idea that was shattered by a scream.

Mirja didn't recognize the voice, Ceal's scream was too loud for her to pick out specifics. And she moved far to quickly to be Ceal. Mirja could keep track of her, but couldn't move, and so was cleanly slammed into by Ceal, pinned against the wall of her house before impailed by the chains that came from her. All this was too much for Mirja, there was no way she could recognize Ceal through all this, and so she just gave a bloody grin, her long silver hair drapping down her back. For Ceal, such ease would be surprising. Mirja would have been able to get out of the chair, spank Ceal's ass, and ruffle her hair before the girl had managed to move twenty feet. And even if she had decided to stick around and just take it, the chains should have bounced clearly off her skin, as hard as it was. But no, it was like man-handling a young woman.

"I was wondering how long it would take for one of you to find me. Could never get me when I was a fighter, you have to resort to hitting me now when I can't even walk? Well, fine. Go ahead and kill me. I'll be back in a hundred years or so" Mirja spat her words, full of venom and fury. But, pinned against the wall, bleeding profusely and having legs that just dangled uselessly, she was so clearly helpless. She couldn't even muster and palatable emotion to back up her words.



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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 7:07 pm



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Her speed came easy now, her focus was slightly better. She was intent on one thing. But that one thing was coming far too easily. The Mirja Ceal knew would require more power than even this. Ceal would be lucky to kill her even with a surprise attack like the one she initiated. The Mirja she knew was far... far stronger than this. There was no way to tell what was going on, but it appeared that her legs didn't work, and the chains of the underworld, the Chains of Delusion piercing her skin easily, causing gory marks as they split flesh, impaling them on the wall. Blood was already seeping from her mouth, and she looked like she hadn't...

This isn't what she wanted.

She wanted a fight, she wanted an answer from the one she a loved! She wanted to hear it from her mouth the reason she abandoned her! This, this wasn't it. This shouldn't... couldn't be her. What's more, she spat venomous words at her, clearly she didn't identify who had stabbed her. She didn't know that it was Ceal who stood before her, she couldn't see the pain that was so obvious on her face even though the anger tried to mask it? How easily was she forgotten anyway.

The third chain she formed which had been aimed at her head missed on purpose. It missed on purpose and impaled the wall just to the right of her. Victory was too easy. This fight wasn't even a fight. It was a slaughter if it continued. If it continued then she really would....

”Wh-What is.. this? Your.. legs... This... This isn't.. What happened to you, Mirja...” The girl spoke out. Initially, her voice was heavily distorted, as the voice of Ate's demonic vocals spoke at the same time Ceal's softer, more gentle voice spoke as well, as if the two voices were in complete unison. However, with each word, Ate's influence grew less and less as the hatred from Ceal began to fade, and with it, the form started to collapse.

The chains, too, faded as Ceal forced the killing blow to miss, an injured Mirja likely falling, crumpled into the ground. Ceal's hair returned to normal, her eyes returned to normal as her under attire came back. Since Chasm revival destroyed most of her clothing, she decided to go with a spandex sleeveless one piece of sorts, a short skirt, modestly heeled boots, and the same red hooded cowl she liked to wear lately, the cape of it draping over her back.

To be honest, it was surprising even to herself how quickly she was able to dispel the chaotic feelings inside of her, but the shock of stabbing someone so dear to her so easily, watching their figure ragdoll was too much. It was too much and as she fell to her knees, she felt the heat in her eyes as tears began to well up. Fight though she might, she could not hold them back. Even ever since birth. Ceal was nothing of not a crybaby.

”Oh.. Oh no, what have I done? What have I- ...This isn't what I wanted, this isn't what I wanted at all!” She spoke out, repeating herself a couple of times. She wanted to move to help Mirja but, to be honest. She was so afraid of herself at that moment that she didn't dare move. She couldn't believe that she let her feelings overflow so badly. Her intention wasn't to kill mirja on this trip, it never was! How could she ever think of something so stupid? It was her feelings too! She was so afraid of herself, she couldn't even trust her own thoughts.

Ceal trembled as she felt the convulsions coming along, holding her hand over her mouth in pure shock and pain, not understanding what to do next.




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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 7:28 pm



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Pain. An old friend, but she had never felt it like this. Her weak body was terrible for it, and Mirja could feel what little strength she had draining as blood poured from her wounds. RUin would make sure she didn't die, but running on backup power as she was, that was all Ruin could do for Mirja. Everything else was down to her, and with her being the way she was, there was no way she could do anything except bleed and bare her fangs imputently. It seemed her attacker wasn't pleased with how easily Mirja went down.
"Sorry. I know you heard your stories about the Killing Wolf but I'm not that girl anymore. I don't deserve anything from my past life. I might as well have died that day I lost everything. So you can go ahead and kill me, it's just catching up" She said, letting the last spike stab down.

But, it missed. And instead of pulling back and aiming properly, it instead just let her collapse to the ground, her legs buckling instantly as she hit the ground, her muscle tendons severed so she was unable to move her arms. By this point, Mirja was a bit loopy, her pale skin going deathly pale, and the soft blue dress she was wearing soaked in blood. The ground to, covered in it, as her hair seemed to mop up the life-giving liquid that leaked out of her. Her tone made it clear she was dellusional from blood loss at this point, and so she gave a slurred retort.

"Ya fuckin' stabbed me. If you didn't want this, maybe plan a little better before setting off and stabbing someone" she exclaimed, before her eyes rolled back into her head, and she faceplanted the ground, leaving her entirely at Ceal's mercy.



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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 8:03 pm



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”Oh no, what do I do? What do I do? She's going.. No, no no no no! If I don't do something, she's going to die!” It was clear as day that the panicked mumbling of the girl was causing her to grow increasingly unhinged by the second. She didn't know anything that could heal yet. She was only just beginning to dabble into the magical world. She didn't know anything advanced yet at all. This.. This was just like her. Even ever since birth. All her power was good for was destroying, killing, hurting. Lightning was nothing but chaos, a burst of fury that caused sudden and certain death. Those who lived would cry for death. She had no redeeming features beyond this. She was nothing but a weapon. She felt that ever more strongly within her, after raiding that Lab. She knew it even more in her heart. They hand picked her, hand picked her brother. They were guinea pigs in the project to create biological weapons. She was the cornerstone of the whole project!

She could not feel any worse than she did right now. She shook from here and there, looking around, looking at Mirja, unable to move for quite some time as she continued to panic. Remembering back to the last few words she said before she passed out. It appeared that Mirja was still unable to realize it was Ceal, her fading consciousness unable to make her out from any random person. That could be considered good... if she didn't die. She could lie to her, tell her that she saved her but then again. That wouldn't even make sense. It's too coincidental. For Ceal to just.. “show up” here like that? Would she even buy it? No, no she wouldn't. And Ceal wouldn't lie to her anyway. When she woke up... If she woke up, she would tell her what happened, she would tell her the truth, she would do that and... Then what? What if Mirja rejected her, what if simply told her to leave? Could she even handle that? Did Ceal have the capacity to even fight back against such words in the state she was in. The feeling of rejection was already strongly burning in her heart. Could she handle another one, right in front of her, coming from her own mouth?

Tenderly picking up the mangled body, Ceal bit her lower lip, fighting off another wave of tears as she moved her into her house. Taking her to what she could only assume was Mirja's bedroom, she set her down, atop the bed sure to lay a white towell underneath the wounds she was bleeding from. From there, Ceal took much of Mirja's clothing off, except for the basic essentials and looked at the wounds. They really were pretty nasty. Just how in the world...

Searching the medicine cabinet, she found some alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, gauze padding, and medical tape. Ceal had no way of knowing if she could heal back from this quickly or not. From what she could see. Mirja had lost nearly all semblance of her powers.

”Mongolia...” She muttered, a sad tone in her voice. Whatever happened there must have crippled her. From what she remembered. Mirja was growing in power at an incredible rate. She become so powerful so quickly, just what on earth...

Tending to her wounds, she did the best she could. She was no medic, but she smart. She knew the basic principles to employ to get the bleeding to stop, to get pressure on the wounds and to position the wolf girl so that she could rest. Ceal had her hair back in a low pony tail now, to keep it out of the way and Mirja's blood was smeared across her face from working so frantically. But after about twenty minutes, Mirja seemed to have stopped bleeding. She had a glass of water and a few ache and pain reliever pills sitting at her bedside table for when she woke. She was still breathing, and it was even. That meant Ceal missed any vital organs, that was good. Ceal felt horrible.

The only thing left to do now was wait, Ceal sat at the bed on her knees in the W shaped position she liked to sit in all the time. From this position her head could be seen about a foot above the edge of the bed. Her panicked face dialing back into one of concern, of worry. Her lips were pursed in a perpetual frown as she nervously gnawed on her lower lip. She would wait, and wait... and wait until she was needed, until Mirja woke up.



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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 8:22 pm



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Mirja woke up suddenly, and abruptly. At first, she thought that the whole getting stabbed thing was a dream, but it turned out that it was not so much of a dream as she was bandaged up and the bleeding had been stopped rather well. In a few weeks she'd be back to full health with only two garrish scars messing her up. And then she sniffed. Beyond the blood and the smell of medicine, there was another smell, something she knew. And so she looked around, and saw Ceal. Two emotions, one of happiness, the other of despair, played around her heart.

"Little Ceal. Heh, I should have known you'd find me eventually. But, I am sorry, you've not got anything to find here. Just a broken Wolf who can't give you anything that you need. It is best you leave me here, and go back to Arianda. Or find someone entirely new. I have some friends that would love a girl like you" Mirja seemed, sad. Depressive. As if she was no good for Ceal. It was less her turning her back on Ceal, and more her advising Ceal to turn her back on Mirja, and find someone who could actually take care of her.

"This foolish Wolf went and got herself nearly killed. And now she can't do anything worth a damn without a great deal of effort. And you deserve a lot more than that, little Fox. I don't want to keep you here, where I can do little to nothing for what you need me to do. You have a great deal of needs that have to be seen to by a woman of strength and dominance. And unfortunately I am no longer either of them. And so for you, I am useless"



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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Mon Oct 02, 2017 8:54 pm



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It took hours for Mirja to wake up. Hours that felt like Eons, eons that felt like eternities. Ceal couldn't hold her breath anymore than she did, so she just resorted to taking long, painfully controlled breaths, slow.. and steady. She did this until she felt.. sleepy, the drawing of sleep nearly getting to her. She was almost passed out, still in her sitting position from which she would have merely crumpled on the floor. It was just then, in that stasis between living and sleeping that Mirja woke up, She jerked at first, which in turn caused Ceal to jerk, raising up on her knees and holding her hands out protectively, hoping to stop Mirja from moving too much.

The blood from Mirja's wounds was never washed off of Ceal's hands or face, or from her clothing either. If no one had known better, they would have thought she was the one who stabbed, Mirja... although she actually was, but.. still. She lowered back down to her knees as Mirja looked at her. First, she seemed to be unsurprising that Ceal would find her, then.. she seemed sad. Ceal knew why. She knew why and Mirja didn't even need to say a word. Mirja was so strong, Mirja was someone Ceal could have looked up to, to aspire to, to follow in the path of. A leader, or a Master, they are characters of power, they demand the respect of those around them because that is just how they are. With Mirja's powers -and even her legs- gone, Her confidence was gone. Ceal knew that's what it was now, and she hated herself for what she did.

She hated herself so much that began to cry again, her worried face collapsing into an anguished sob as she gasped for a bit of hair, her diaphragm threatening to convulse already. She guessed she had a lot of tears saved up or something. She was a regular ball of waterworks today. Still, she looked upon her beloved. To see her face sad like that, it melted her. It broke her down into a sorry, pitiful mess.

”I'm sorry Mirja, I'm so... so sorry!” She blurted out, her hands grasping at the skirt she had been wearing. She didn't seem to notice what was particularly peculiar about what she was wearing. It matched the criteria they agreed on months ago, every aspect save the hood matched it. ”I-It was me.. who stabbed you. I... I don't know what came over me, how I could ever want to hurt you but then.. but then I didn't know you'd just... take it.. Something of that... of that level would have been nothing, I... I-” She said, trying to explain herself in between sobs until she got to a point where it was nothing after it.

She had no idea how she would react to her confession, but the guilt was already destroying her. The guild and seeing her sad face, it was too much, too quickly. It was heart wrenching to say the least. She wanted nothing more than for Mirja to mark her up for it, but.. In this moment, that wasn't a very likely reality.

After several moments, Ceal's sobs finally calmed down and she was able to reply to the rest of what Mirja said: ”You... Lost your powers, then. And.. your legs? They are paralyzed...” Though she was asking questions, they way they were spoken made them seem like facts that Ceal had already come up with, Maybe she had. ”Mirja.. I spent months to find you. I traveled to Mongolia, I sniffed around and I kept sniffing. I kept sniffing all throughout this continent for what seemed like painful Eons. The more I searched, the more hurt I felt. Somewhere along the line I started to believe you really were alive, until I eventually was one hundred percent sure you were alive. That's when I was at my worst. I lost control of my feelings, of the Seal, of everything. Weeks would go by that I would have no memory of. I still can't believe that I..” She said, speaking of the story that had finally lead her here.

”I... I left Arianda, I was scared of myself, scared that she would be lost, just like, like my family. I felt cursed, I had to know for sure. I...” She tried to say, but around that time is when Mirja spoke about how she would not be able to do anything for Ceal, that Ceal's needs could no longer be attended to by such a weak and broken -and reckless- individual. ”Yes! Yes you were reckless. I.. begged to go with you, you know. I made you promise that you would come back to me, safe. You promised, you know!” She said, her emotions rising again with another comment. She hastily wiped the third wave of tears from her eyes. ”I don't want anyone else. So what if you can't attend to my special needs? I want you! If I have to be your guard dog, then I will be your guard dog. If I have to be the steed that carries you, then I will be that!” She said, her emotions sounding thick in her voice, the tattoos place upon her arms glistening a little bit, as if to visually remind Mirja they had something more permanent.

”You are not useless to me, I love you Mirja!”




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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Tue Oct 03, 2017 7:55 am



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Mirja listened to Ceal's words, stroking her hair softly as she tried to explain what had happened. It was pretty obvious that Ceal had done the stabbing, although her new powers were pretty interesting and also pretty a shock. Ceal had grown up to actually be a little bit of a threat now. Not a lot of a threat, admittedly, but still a little more than the cute girl used to be. Maybe dragging her outside and embaressing her wouldn't be the best idea now she would throw out chains to impale a guy that wants to grope her ass.

Still, she was a fool, and so Mirja placed her hands either side of Ceal's head, rolled her own head back, and thunked it against Ceal's. For a spiritual being, even one of moderate standing like Ceal, it wouldn't be a hard hit. Like bumping into someone, only with your head instead of your shoulders.
"Dokun! Enlightening headbutt of stupid!" Mirja exclaimed as her head connected. Apparently it meant something before then Mirja pulled Ceal's head up to stare her in the eyes. It was an intense stare, but the wolfish point sort of ruined it.

"Ohh Lord, my Ceal is an idiot. A proper, home-grown fool. She's fallen in love with a troublesome Wolf. So far fallen she can't get up again. What are we going to do with her?" Mirja shook her head softly and laid back on the bed, dragging Ceal in for a cuddle, and wiping away the tears adorning her cheeks. "I guess I really underestimated the bond we had. I honestly thought if I vanished without a trace, you'd be sad for a while, but would find someone else. Go back to Arianda, or shack up with Taichou or...anything. But you followed me here. So, well, if it followed you home, you get to keep it. So I'll keep you, my little guard dog. I hope you know how to bark" She said, stroking Ceal's hair for a bit, and cuddling away all the bad juju.

And then she got up.
"Go get me my chair. We have plenty of work to be doing. This Seal of Eris business is clearly a lot worse than I gave it credit for, so I am going to fix it, right here and right now. The next few weeks will be grueling, and horrible. So feel free to flee while getting my chair"



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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: Rumble of Thunder, Howl of Wolf. [Spain]   Tue Oct 03, 2017 6:48 pm



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Even as Ceal was crying, sobbing, and sniveling her words out, she wasn't sure how Mirja would respond, Unsure of if she would turn her away again. She'd done it at least twice now. The first one was out of consideration for Arianda and the second was... Mongolia. She didn't want that though. She didn't want to be turned away, and she didn't want the nightmare she'd seen in that Lab to unfold. She realized rather painfully, abruptly, that was where she was headed. She would claim she didn't care to be used and discarded, to be an unfeeling weapon: a tool. She seen what it was for someone, she had seen the horrors of it truly, with her own eyes, her own thoughts as the project was hands-on.

It frightened her, it had frightened her to such a degree that she had simply frozen at that time, shut down. Nothing could ever be allowed to exist that would force an existence into that torment. That was the direction Ate had been leading her. His selfish desire to watch her break going right along without any issues. How she was so ready to accept that fate...

A part of Ceal was appreciating that Mirja largely held off on replying to her until she was done. Mirja had been gently stroking her hair, either not noticing, or not caring of the blood smeared across her nose, her cheeks. She had a couple of red fingerprints on her forehead too where she was thinking critically about something. Though, she was thankful. She was thankful that she didn't immediately stop her when she had been told it was Ceal who harmed her, that it was Ceal who caused her to spit such venomous words. Though this might sound ironic, those words had cut deep into Ceal, hurting her more than she could have ever imagined. To see her like that, to witness that at your own hands...

Ceal tried her best to study Mirja, to see her expressions change, for better or for worse. Wiping her eyes again when she was done, she awaited whatever might come from the broken girl in front of her. She may have been frowning, but that didn't mean she didn't mean the things she said. She had gone and done it again, and while yes this time was high of emotions about almost kiilling her love there was something geniune about the things what she said. She did love her, for whatever capacity of love that meant for Ceal, which in this context was rather deep. She let the wonderful wolf tattoo her even, to pierce her face fully even though she knew she didn't want that, only waiting until after to tell her how much she actually didn't like that.

When she spoke, she felt her heart clinch up. She wasn't sure if she was ready for the further rejection. The further sadness from condemning words coming from Mirja. She wasn't ready at an, fortunately, she wouldn't need to be, for Mirja's words were far nicer than she had could ever have dreamed of in this moment.

”Wha-? Ah!” Ceal squeaked out in confusion and surprise as the weakened Mirja leaned in, wrapping her hands around her head and bringing her into a soft headbutt. Of course the act didn't hurt due to Ceal's unusually high pain tolerance, not to mention Mirja's loss in power, but she definitely felt it on the emotional level. She remembered seeing it in an anime once. A girl had headbutted a certain boy for being an idiot, but she loved him then, just as Mirja loved her now. Without even realizing it, Ceal had her hands up by her face, cupping her own cheeks with a complex feeling. It was one of love, of embarrassment, of a painful relief? It was so muddled it was hard to explain, but it wasn't bad to say the least.

Then came Mirja's reply and with it, Ceal hanging on every word, deeply considering everything she had to say, overcome with emotion as she wasn't immediately turned to face the road. Her tail swooshed a bit in a little abashed gesture as she looked down smiling nervously like she was getting reprimanded for something incredibly reckless, a scolding if you will. That is, until it was Mirja's turn to put her hands on Ceal's cheeks, bringing her face up so that she could look at her beloved wolf again, her gem green eyes appearing as big as they could be as she was brought in for cuddles. This of course made her heart skip several beats as it was likely the nicest, warmest thing she'd ever experienced from her and she loved it. Regardless of the reasons that Mirja tried to disappear, though they still caused her some measure of sadness, she could only assume that she had her reasons, maybe even good ones at that. Maybe she wanted to protect Ceal by pushing her away? With her power gone now, there would effectively have been nothing if that were the case. However, that is why Ceal made the oath months ago to get stronger. She wanted to be at a level Mirja recognized, it was the only thing -for the first time- that she had a truly meaningful reason to get stronger. That feeling only amplified seeing Mirja in such a state, She would do whatever she needed.

When Mirja got up, her expression showing that she meant business, Ceal eased off of her, resorting back to sitting in front of her. If one didn't know better she almost seemed to be sitting at attention. When Mirja requested that Ceal go get her wheelchair, she replied with a rather dramatically low bow ”Ah, of course! Be right back~!” And with that, she was off, hopping up from her state of rest and zipping out, returning with her chair. ”Grueling and horrible? Oh Mirja~ You are always so thoughtful!” She said with a playful tone and a wink.





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