Birthright | Alvida

[Seren]

Location: Spaceport, Skógur Heim​

Tag: [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

Theme: Divine Dragon​

Father...Father...You have Forsaken Me.

How many years had it been since that voice had erupted in his ears? How many years had it been since the sting of his lightning marred his flesh? Ah, though a literal lifetime had spanned between the last time Seren saw his sire, the wounds of history ran deep. Slumber, therefore, was an illusion at times. One easily disrupted by phantom visions, fears, and wrath. When the Young Wolf was but a glimmer in the eye of his Sire, the Mad King had a vision. All the Galaxy would bend the knee to the supremacy of the Lupine species. And he, Ket, would be their God-King. He, blessed by immortality, would lead them into a shining golden age of peace and prosperity. And, when he eventually fathered his Son, he held the newborn life in hand like a sword. For that was Seren's purpose - to be the engine of destruction that broke the Galaxy's resistance.

He was born to bathe in blood, so that his sire might sit upon the ultimate throne. Thus, he was tormented from an early age. Torn from his mother's arms and made to suffer the trainings of a deluded Sith. Lightning became the formula which cultivated his bones. Thunderous fists instructed him on how to walk. By the time that Seren was a literal youngling, he had already slain his first man. But. There was rebellion burning within his heart. Rebellion which grew into an all-consuming inferno as the years rolled ever forward. As time moved...as Seren grew...that hatred came to define his being. And, as the sole contradiction to his sordid existence moved on without him, Seren defined his purpose for himself. Oh...He would certainly live up to that destructive purpose set out for him by the Mad King. But he would twist the sire's vision to suit his own purposes.

Countless lives would be made to burn. Countless knees made to kneel. But not before Kat Van-Derveld. But before Seren, King of the Lupines. Destructor of the Van-Derveld Line.

The thought of his motivations was what quelled the nightmares and allowed him to sleep. Even now, as his transport vessel sliced through the depths of hyperspace, his mind warred with itself. The past and his ambitions clashed bitterly over his peace of mind - yet none was the victor. For gravity and the conclusion to a lengthy voyage roused the Young Wolf from his rest with a thunderous shudder. Amber eyes burned into awareness, scanning the cargo bay of the vessel he had commissioned. Alongside him, numerous passengers began to rise and gather their things - and so too did the hooded Lupine. He drew a ragged breath from behind his mask, banishing all remnants of fatigue as ascension gripped his form. This day, he took one step closer to his plan.

This day, he strove to find...something useful. A boon to the machinations that he and his betrothed concocted. In the glorious tomorrow that he called Home, they did not complete this monumental undertaking alone. Beside them stood a handful of others, each devoted to the cause for their own reasons. But, the first Seren recalled, was a Lupine. One that would see the disgusting reality of Figaro's "regal" lineage and work alongside him to bring about the true change. This one...in the past averted the destruction which was brought to those who did not kneel. And, in truth, shared in the divinity that Seren offered. Shared in the glorious tomorrow written in blood. The thought alone caused the briefest of smiles to form beneath the mask. Purposeful strides bore him out of the dimly lit vessel and into the dawn of Skógur Heim.

As a much younger pup, Seren was ignorant to this world's existence. However. His father did mention that there were primitive tribes of their kind all throughout the Galaxy. The Mad-King wanted to unite them all under his rule. And Seren...well, he made a mental note to address this particular offshoot when the time was right. As King, he would subjugate them all. They would either kneel or feed his immortality. For now, the Young Wolf wandered about the Spaceport, allowing the myriad of scents to guide him. He found the foreign stenches of his kind to be...unsettling in some regards. None, at a glance, were fit to stand beside their King. However. There was one. A faint aroma upon the wind which directed his footsteps. Seren clung fast to this scent until an excessively pretty being crossed his sight.

She was different. Perhaps she had been offworld. Hmm. For the young woman, she would recognize the scent of one of her own...but also the distinct scent which was carried by the darker members of the Confederacy. It would be akin to standing before Adron Malvern or the Vicelord, but also a member of the Lupine race at the same time. Yet, despite this calamitous aroma, Seren greeted the woman with the utmost kindness. Despite his ambitions, his hand was placed simply upon his chest and a small nod was rendered unto her. "Greetings. I happen to be new here and am terribly lost. Would you do me the honor of showing me around this place? I can surely compensate you for your time."

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Spaceport - Skógur Heim | [member="Seren"]​

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Beware the wolf that separates itself from the pack.​

A bright summer sun beat down a familiar rhythm on the young wolf's head. The marketplace, as it so often was, was alive with the noise of a thousand people. Traders screaming of their wares, deals being bartered and agreed upon loudly, the hum of a million conversations. Stopping and admiring what was on offer wasn't on the cards for Alvida today. Light cotton dress sweeping across the cobblestone floor, her hearts desire had been determined before she even set foot in the market. Her goal was the spaceport, though she had no pressing matters to attend to so for now she simply enjoyed the walk. The heat from the sun warmed the path she carved through the crowd. The solo mission to the spaceport also provided her a chance to be alone. Or at least as alone as you could be in a market full of people.

It had been less than a month since she bought the spaceship and went on her first travels away from her home and family. There was nothing now that she didn't enjoy about the feeling of leaving it all behind to explore somewhere new. New places, new faces, new friendships. The longer she stayed away the more sated her soul felt upon her return. The spaceport loomed up ahead. Shinning and shimmering in all its glory against the backdrop of a blue summer sky. Alvida found the place to be the least like home out of all of them. The technology inside was something rarely seen any further than marketplace, as were the people and their wares. Yet, Alvida loved it all the same. The thriving spaceport was home to all the comings and goings planet wide. Strangers visited, traders came to sell their stocks, people left to make lives for themselves elsewhere. If anything the spaceport was the heart of Skógur Heim.

The best part about being in there were the smells. More often then not Alvida stopped in the middle of the busy lobby to tilt her head back and drawn in several deep breaths of the exotic scents traders brought home with them. Spices, foods, wood, a wolf, building materials, clot-... The voices stopped her brief moment of enjoyment, which they had grown particularly fond of doing for no reason whatsoever, but perhaps this time they were right too. Her mind ran quickly through the scents she had caught on the stale air. A wolf. Her nostrils twitched again, drawing in deeper and deeper breaths. A smell she was all too familiar with, yet it seemed so different. On the brink of smelling like her Mother or Father, but just a little off. It held no recognition to any wolf she had smelled before, on Skógur Heim or in the rest of the Galaxy. It was someone entirely new. Scanning the crowd was a pointless pursuit, even wolves could not see through bodies. She would have to rely on her nose.

So invested in sating her curiosity for the peculiar smell, Alvida let her eyes close to better catch the object of her desire. It seemed she did not have to wait long as the scent appeared to be coming toward her. A sheaf of blonde hair swung as the heel of her shoe dug into the solid stone floor to spin her in a half-circle. She almost stumbled backward at man she found in front of her, how she had not realised he was behind her was something she would work on later. Vibrant green eyes traced over the angry red marks stretching from one side of his face to the other. Some part of her wanted to reach out with milk white fingers, to stroke across the violent looking scars. Perhaps they would tell her something, they might even incite a vision or a glimpse of the future. You're being rude. Alvida snapped back to the world of the living, automatically putting a sweet smile on her soft pink lips.

He spoke of being lost, which seemed strange to Alvida as he hadn't even left the spaceport yet. How could you get lost if you weren't walking anywhere? Stop talking to yourself, little wolf. He wants an answer. She focused her attention on the chiselled features in front of her. 'I will show you around, if you tell me what a skin-changer who does not smell like any other is doing here.' The little wolf was not shy in her pursuit of knowledge, and since the stranger had offered compensation she would gladly take it in the form of satisfaction. She went so far as to take a step closer to inhale the scents rolling from him. 'You smell like home, like the pack, but not?' Her head cocked to the side, sending a bright curtain of golden hair over her shoulder.

 

[Seren]

Location: Spaceport, Skógur Heim​

Tag: [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

The King stood tall.

For but a moment, it almost appeared as if the excessively pretty creature would bump into the Young Wolf. However, fortune had smiled upon the woman as to prevent their meeting from being marred by the awkward. Upon turning to face the offworld guest, Alvida was greeted with the most polite gesture that Seren could muster. His hand was splayed upon his chest as he uttered his greeting, annunciating his words with a kindness that was not native within the Lupine. However. For the morrow that he desired, such honeyed manners of speaking would have to suffice. In an instant, the young woman appeared to be agreeable to his presence, for a sweet smile claimed her features. Excellent he thought, affording but an instant of satisfaction.

At a glance, this woman seemed to be defined by...curiosity. Seren could not blame her - for, by all accounts, this distant world seemed a far cry from the rest of the Galaxy. Though the spaceport was a thriving mass of bodies, there were yet those who garbed themselves in the most...primative of manners. They appeared as the stories of old, made manifest. As if the stories that his elder sister recited had been conjured into being before his eyes - of fur garbed men bearing axes all the day long. Given this reality, the Young Wolf fully understood why his scent was such an object of confusion for the young woman. He wagered that there were possibly not many in the Lupine species who walked with the Darkness as he.

Certainly none who made it a point of consuming the essence of others a regular activity.

However, the Young Wolf decided to give a far more tame response than the truth. After all, his goal was to find the usefulness in this pretty creature. To see if she was worthy of aiding him in ferrying his desired tomorrow to fruition. Thus, a lie of omission formed and fell from the lips that had been marred by previous transgressions. "I'd be happy to explain." he began, punctuating his words with the lightest of chuckles. "I am what you call a Force Sensitive. I can use...what's the word...magick. When you become good at it, your scent is changed as a result." With the "truth" out into the open air, he motioned towards the space port around them.

"Please. Lead the way?"

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Spaceport - Skógur Heim | [member="Seren"]​

Men with secrets should not be trusted by little wolves.​

The voices did not like his laugh, they told her it held something dark behind it. There were few times she actually listened to the cacophony of madness in her head, and this was not one of them. Alvida herself felt rather entranced by it. By the mystery that seemed to weave between the smooth tones. Against all sensibilities, she was a sucker for a good mystery. She absently wondered if he had been told about Skógur Heim by one of the other wolves she had met, or perhaps he had just stumbled upon it? Some of the voices had banded together to mumble about the magic present in her own world, and how none of the seers gifted in it seemed to have a change in scent. A corn silk brow lofted slowly as she awaited his explanation with anticipation.

Even though his laugh had been mildly pleasing, his answer to her question had been less so. Alvida waved one hand carelessly in the air while the other flicked a lock of bright golden hair behind her shoulder. She didn't need the voices to tell her what was so plainly written on his intriguing face. Without even realising the swiftness of her movements Alvida had drawn herself closer to the scar-faced stranger. Bright sea-foam eyes inspected every line chiselled into his face by the hands of time, lingering last on the violent yellow orbs set deep into his head. For some reason she found herself captivated by the secret hidden behind them. A secret that weighed so heavily on his mind she could see it, almost feel it rolling off him wave after crushing wave. It was almost as if it fought to break free of the sulphuric prison he had trapped it behind.

Not a second later her expression had switched from the bewildered glare of a child to a moderately appeased gaze. There were many more things she wished to know about this wolf who had become so powerful his scent changed, but patience was a virtue as she was often told. Alvida could wait, for a vision from the Gods or for a slip of his tongue. 'Fine then, you can keep your secrets.' The thick accent poured from her mouth with an amused lilt. Milk white fingers reached out in search of the calloused sun kissed hand the stranger held by his side. As their fingers interlaced the heel of her boot had just pressed against the cobblestone floor to begin their walk when something dawned on her. 'I assume if you are lost then you must have had a destination in the first place?'

Once she had asked her question there was little need to wait for an answer. Her ears would pick up his reply easily over the dull hum of conversation and, unless his request was to locate a ship, there was only one way out of the spaceport and into the market streets. Alvida's feet danced lightly across the cobblestone floor as she weaved her way through the crowded lobby. Occasionally she would glance back, just to make sure that the hand she still clasped in her own was attached to the stranger. When they reached the entrance to the marketplace Alvida stopped dead and whipped a head full of golden hair round to face the man with a secret in his eyes. 'I think perhaps I should have asked this question first. What is your name?'

 

[Seren]

Location: Spaceport, Skógur Heim​

Tag:Alvida Osulf​

Innocence.

The Young Wolf was taken aback at the...purity of the being in front of him. Typically, after but a brief span of moments, Seren could get a feel for an individual with ease. Whether they were slimy, trustworthy, or beneath him - it was simply a matter of reading people. And this one who had drawn him like a moth to fire...was purity personified. The lilt of her voice, the way she carried herself, all of which spoke of a person who had not been burned by the corruption of the Darkness. And, moreover, not been calloused by the inferno of war. If his machinations were realized, then those dazzling eyes of hers would be stained just as his. But time would dictate that.

For now, when she reached for his hand, Seren complied. She would feel the decades of experience at his touch. The roughness which came from wielding an axe into battle. The strength which came from crushing skulls between them. But, for the moment, there was gingerness in the way his fingers coiled about hers - as if he were intentionally attempting to be gentle. And, in response to her words, the Young Wolf simply chuckled anew. "It's no secret Miss." he admitted, for what he had spoken was indeed the truth...though far less detaile than he would utter now. "Simplified, of course, but certainly the truth."

A destination...

Ah yes, to be lost was to indeed have a place in mind. In but an instant, the Young Wolf coiled his thoughts into a spear and hurled them into the crowd before them. Wordlessly, his mental antics gleaned the name of a rudimentary shopkeep. A maker of breads and cakes. Yalvin. "I was looking for Yalvin's shop, but I must have gotten turnaround. I came back this way looking for directions. Thankfully, I found you." he gave her hand a grateful squeeze. "Once we arrive, if you'll humor me, I'd like to treat you to a bite. A bonus for your time." For who would say no to freshly baked bread or a confection. Who would say no to an opportunity for the fangs to sink in?

She began to lead the way forward, but suddenly her advance would stop dead. She turned, hair whipping all he while as she regarded him. Her question was a standard one - yet easily missed when the darkness was the topic of conversation. "My name is Seren. What shall I call you, miss?"

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Spaceport - Skógur Heim | [member="Seren"]

For a wolf you are so easily distracted, so wilfully obedient.​

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Her nose crinkled softly at his response. Imagine travelling the Galaxy just for a specific cake shop on a planet with no real ties to anyone outside of its reach. She decided not to let the thought weigh too heavily on her mind, despite the fact that the voices seemed to have reached a crescendo of anxiety. They didn't believe his words, they didn't trust his tone, they didn't like his eyes. Brushing them off, Alvida bridled at the way his hand tightened briefly around hers, despite the fact that him running into her had been pure luck. Or so Alvida assumed. A grin of delight brought her lips up into a smile, fleshing the sharp white canines beneath them. Ordinarily she would have declined. Sweets, breads and other things that weren't raw or cooked meat weren't exactly the diet of a wolf, but Alvida loved Yalvin's. 'Yes.' She spoke simply, nodding her head toward him, showing off the expression on her alabaster face. 'I will allow you to treat me.'

Satisfied that he had at listen given her his true name, Alvida set them off on the journey to the bakery. 'Not Miss.' Alvida turned a fraction to smile at him as they worked their way through the marketplace. 'My name is Alvida Osulf.' Once they'd left the spaceport behind it wasn't too far a walk to Yalvin's. Alvida seemed to thrive in the sunlight that managed to break through the crowded wooden buildings to shine down on the marketplace. People jostled and bustled around, not caring if they walked into anyone or if anyone walked into them. Alvida was more than used to it, nimble on her feet she dodged the merchants who weren't looking where they were going. She avoided the boxes strewn across the cobblestone floor. She even managed to entirely avoid the rabid salesmen who were desperate to sell their wares.

Suddenly, she rounded a corner, tugging sharply on the hand she held firmly in her grasp. A bright jingle broke over the busy atmosphere as she lent her weight onto an aged wooden door. The moment it creaked open a waft of fresh bread, cakes and warm ovens smacked them in the face. Alvida dropped Seren's hand with little ceremony, skipping forward to press her face against the shimmering glass cases that held the delicious treats. A jovial faced man wondered through from the back of the shop, all smiles and laughter as he made eye contact with the golden haired wolf starting intently at his produce. He knew her almost as well as he knew the back of his hand, but he did not know the fiery eyed man standing at the door. 'Komdu!' He motioned a thick hand toward the stranger Alvida had abandoned in the doorway. 'Veldu eitthvad gott!'

Alvida reacted quickly, spinning on a heel to face Seren. She held her pale hand out to him once more with a sugar sweet smile on her face. 'He says come. Pick something sweet.'