demons are a girl's best friend
ember
01-01-2024, 10:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2024, 10:49 PM by Erik. Edited 1 time in total.)
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
Ember Carpathius
Head Scholar
Master Fighter (295)
Master Intellectual (330)
Knight
Professor
age
2 Years
2 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
221
221
player
Joe
Joe
01-02-2024, 12:20 AM
A call for her presence was not something Ember was particularly used to. Usually all the visitors to the Hallows called on either her father or mother for obvious reasons, and sometimes on the rare occasion for one of her older siblings or other family. But for her? Never. It piqued the dark-furred girl's interest even more when an unknown voice called for her to the northern grove, delivered on behalf of Erik. Ember's mood immediately perked up at the notion of getting to see her viking friend once more, and despite being in the middle of practicing different ways to braid up her excessively long flowing tail, she hurried to wrap up so she could go see him. Her tail was mostly braided and the parts that were still in progress she just did up in a messy but functional tail to the otherwise neatly done braid of luxurious fur. Ember hadn't been awake for very long, still in the process of getting ready for her day, but the rest could wait. This was Erik they were talking about here! She couldn't keep her friend waiting!
Ember paused just long enough to slip her antler charm around her neck and tighten it into place around her throat, the cord just taut enough to keep the intricate charms resting at her collarbone. Then out of Hearthstone she ran, her raven in tow as long legs sprinted north across the plains to the shady grove of fruit trees. In her early adolescence, Ember was just beginning to emerge as a young fae, nearing what would be her adult height and slimming off much of the puppy chub. She still had a ways to go before her metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly was complete, but already she was beginning to look a lot like her mother's daughter—long slender legs, lithe body made of lean muscle, her flowing tail kept up in a braid to keep it from dragging on the ground, and the graceful look of a sprinter and swimmer, thanks to all the running and swimming she did.
The Carpathian princess arrived to the grove swiftly, slowing her pace to a trot as she began to sniff about to find her viking boy. She found his unique scent quickly, and following it to a clearing she spotted the plum wine-hued boy with his canine companion. The smile on Ember's face couldn't possibly have been any bigger, and she approached Erik with a vigorous wag in her tied-up tail. "Sneaking into my father's lands just to see me now, are you? You know trespassing could land you in a cell." Ember giggled; she was teasing him of course. She'd never allow her sire to throw the boy in their prison. Ember walked right up to Erik and gave his shoulder an affectionate nudge of her forehead, grinning up at him when she drew back. Had he gotten taller since the ball? He must have. "I'm guessing you didn't come all this way just to say hi though, did you?" A raised eyebrow was given to her intruding friend, waiting to see what the reason for his unexpected visit was.
01-02-2024, 12:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-02-2024, 01:11 AM by Erik. Edited 1 time in total.)
Warning: posts from this character often involve body horror.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
Erik has a Norwegian forest cat that is assumed with him at all times.
Ember Carpathius
Head Scholar
Master Fighter (295)
Master Intellectual (330)
Knight
Professor
age
2 Years
2 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
221
221
player
Joe
Joe
01-02-2024, 02:15 AM
Erik smiles at her as she arrives, and it makes her feel... well, it makes her feel probably a lot like how her older sister felt being the belle of her own ball. She likes the way he's smiling at her, likes the attention he gives her. Ember's not starved for affection or attention in her family by any means, but hell, why not take more when it's freely given? Erik boops his snoot against her cheek, earning him a delighted little giggle from the Carpathian girl, her braided tail going mad like a wild metronome behind her. He dismisses his companion, leaving them alone in the peacefulness of the grove to talk. The importance of which is not lost on Ember. She knows speaking is one of Erik's greatest challenges, so if the viking lad had something to say then it had to be something damn well worth listening to.
He remarks that he knocked, and Ember shoots him a dubious smirk. "So you did... from several dozen yards within Hallowed territory," she noted, glancing back behind him to where the grove continued on as if to prove a point. She wasn't disparaging him, only teasing. She knew he could take it with that wild grin and good humor, so she didn't have any worries poking a bit of fun. That was where the humor ended, however. The next words out of Erik's lips were worrying news. Celeste had been abducted. Ember's amused expression swiftly dropped into a more grave look of concern. Víðarr had sent word out to Artorias, which meant he was calling on the aid of other alphas to help find her. This was a severe matter indeed. "We'll tell my dad. I know he'll want to help. We have ravens, many of them. We'll do what we can to help find her," she reassured Erik. Ember knew she didn't have the kind of power or influence to make those promises, but she could see the worry deep within Erik's fiery eyes, and every fiber in her being demanded she make things all right again for him. She wouldn't give her father a chance to deny his request.
Ember looked back past Erik to make sure his canine had actually gone off before she turned those bright multi-hued blue eyes back up to him, meeting his gaze with her own. She gestured for him to follow her with a motion of her head, then turned to lead him further into the grove. "I've never met Celeste, but my dad has. He liked the Stargazer Band well enough. I can't imagine he won't want to help." Was she saying all this to reassure Erik, or to convince herself of what would happen? Ember wasn't entirely sure. But he seemed like he needed a little bit of encouragement from his best friend in the whole wide world, if she said so herself. Ember glanced up at Erik while she led them through the trees and berry bushes on their walk. "Does your dad have any suspects in mind?" Any clues, any leads might be valuable information she could help present to Artorias to get him involved in the search party.
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