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Mako
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Wandering


Mako "Roadhog"


Mako was tired. He barely slept since the raid. Getting a few hours of sleep here and there but nothing like waking up to Jamsion cuddled into his side. At least he was off the gross watery ground of the morass. He was close enough to the kingdom borders that he could smell it but no close enough to see it.

Sometimes he acted like an ass but this time he wasn't sure what to do about it. His slate grey eyes wandered over the dying grass as fall started. Another season without seeing Jamison. At least now he was able to see him if he wanted to. Only he was praying that Jamison came to see him instead of the other way around. At least at that point he knew his little 'yote was thinking about him. It seemed he was only ever able to think about Jami. And dream about him... hence his non sleeping. The 'yote took over his dreams and the thought of seeing him sent butterflies erupting in his stomach.

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She casually walked through the prairie. Necromancer told her no undead were nearby. Wrapped in a magical Disguise hewn from dry Poaceae, she blended in with the surrounding flora rather well. Better then when cast in her true pelt; white stood out here. Though she may be Stealthy, standing out made sly movement hard. The nasty smelling spider she initially mistook for bird dung similarly followed said mindset. Maybe not by choice, but it must have understood the concept nonetheless. Too bad she saw it move when she paused a moment prior, having bent to sniff what she thought was pheasant manure. It might have survived another day out in the wilderness if she remained oblivious. Either twilight eye hungrily raked across each spindled limb as it spun a web over an eerily waste-like dirt clod. She slowly crept forward on with a lowered head. Then, she suddenly shouted in Greek at the unwitting arachnid. ”Σε βρήκα!” Slam simultaneously took effect, giving her exclamation physical force. Mako went unnoticed, the aardwolf wholly ignorant to his romantic struggle as she hunted.

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Σε βρήκα! —> Found you!

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HUNT IS SUCCESSFUL


Hunt is LEVEL 1. Nothing extra was found.


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Jamison

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten.

Again, Jamison wandered past the borders. With their enemies now subdued, he felt more comfortable with leaving the safety of the Kingdom's territories. Still, he kept a watchful eye as he traipsed through the familiar golden blooms. The field had a pleasant sort of air to it, a simple tranquility that cleared his head of tumultuous thoughts and unpleasant emotions. But, as Jami had long learned, nothing good lasted forever. Molten orbs would stray across the field, never lingering on one thing for too long, before a familiar steel-headed frame invaded his vision from afar (about 40 feet).

Every muscle in his body locked up. Slender jaws were still, halfway parted in the act of letting loose a gentle sigh. The breath he was about to let loose froze, blocked by a sudden lump in his throat.

The blood rushing through his ears drowned out the ambient noise he'd been taking solace in so recently, eyes stinging as tears welled up. Mustering all of his willpower, the man clenched his jaw shut with a sharp click as offwhite fangs collided with each other. Pointed ears folded backwards to his skull, stance widening as he found himself torn in half. The rational part of his mind, the one that had finally gotten over the man he now stared blankly at, screamed at him to simply turn and leave. To keep that part of his life in the past, and not rip open the wounds that had finally managed to heal. The other part of his mind, the apparently masochistic one, begged him to confront the lupine. It whispered poisonous words in his mind, vainly trying to convince him to take a step forward.

To do anything besides leave the man he loved behind once more.

But Jamison couldn't bring himself to do either of those things, no matter how much his heart begged him to if only to ease its sudden and undeniable pain. So, with a shaking and broken sigh through his nose, he could only stand there and stare with hurt twisting his features at the distant lupine.

Why the hell did this always happen to him?

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RE: Wandering


Mako "Roadhog"


The hyena went unnoticed as Mako started to pace. A steady rhythm of his paws touching the ground as he moved back and forth. Steel orbs bounced around the area. Not much in the fall air as everything started dying. His eyes fell to half mast as he started to feel the pull of slumber. Only he couldn't sleep now. Who knew what the dreams would show him. Plagued by the thought of only Jamison. As a slave he had very little else to think about. Sure he wasn't hurt like some others were but he was stilled kept from his home.

The slight wind blew towards him and a faint scent of Jamison came to him. His body jerked to a stop as his gunmetal grey eyes locked on the smaller coyotes form. His breathe caught as he inhaled quickly. A gasp of some sort but with no noise.

He looked over the males form, relishing in seeing the male after so long. Only this time he wasn't sure where they stood. He left to protect Jamison, but he was sure that Jamison didn't see it that way. Harsh words and harsh exits were his way of keeping his little 'yote safe. But now he was unsure. His mind yearned to run to him and have 'Rat cuddled against his side but now he didn't know if he wouldn't get attacked. So many possibilities and he wasn't even sure what to do. A low whine built in his throat as his mind fought with his heart to stay still to not move. The once deadly male was caught in a web of uncertainty. His left paw moved forwards , towards Jamison before he stopped. He didn't want 'Rat to run from him.

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RE: Wandering

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[M] for cursing, inappropriate themes, etc. ^^


Jamison

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten.

It didn't take long, it seemed, for the male to take note of Jami's presence. Though he was too far to see every little detail of Mako's realization, the 'yote wasn't blind to the way that the male seemed to make a move forward. Hackles danced instinctively, golden eyes narrowed and muzzle wrinkling as he forcefully a mirrored step backwards. Muscles tensed harshly 'neath his pelt, tail arching over his back aggressively. Just before, he was torn between going to the man or leaving him behind. Now? Jamison was fighting between rippin' the bastard a new asshole or just letting him get a good view of Jamison leaving the scene.

After all, why would the lupine dare even think of approaching Jami now?

Almost within a split second, Jamison came to a sudden decision as the bubbling mixture of wrath and anguish that itched underneath his skin momentarily became too much to bear. Slender maw forcefully parted itself and, against his better judgement, rough tones ripped themselves from his throat as he called out loudly to his former beloved. After all, Jami felt no shame in letting anyone overhear them at the moment. Mako was in the wrong, as far as Jami was concerned, and he was certain that anyone who heard the entire story would be more than inclined to agree. In fact, Jami practically dared the fucker to try to justify his actions in front of an audience.

Perhaps the commotion would draw one.

"Th' fuck do ya think you're doin' around these parts? Don't ya have somewhere elsa ta be? Like, oh... I dunno, gettin' pinned an' dicked by some 'hot stuff?'" Anger and hurt laced themselves through every word as he quoted what the lupine had said that day, head tipping downwards in an attempt to conceal his expression and hide his watering eyes that were laden with tears that burned and stung.

Jami refused to let them fall.

"After all... this li'l 'yote isn't gonna look too good in your fuckin' bedroom compared to him, huh?" His voice cracked despite his resolve, the strength in his stance falling away ever so slightly as he dredged up the memories he had desperately tried (and somewhat succeeded in) repressing.

Pointed ears pricked themselves only to hear whatever bullshit excuse he expected to fall from Mako's lips, narrowed eyes staring upwards at the distant man.

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RE: Wandering


Mako "Roadhog"


Mako narrowed his eyes as he listened to Jamison rant. He knew it was coming but it was extremely unwarranted. Well a bit of it was warranted. Satin cream hackles raised in defense at the males words. Defiance and anger at his greeting warred on his face. His chest ached at Jamison's words. He knew what it looked like but it couldn't be further from the truth.

"You think I would just up and leave you for a hot piece o' ass?, Spend a full year searching for you only to give you up for a fuckin' one night stand? Are you daft Jamison? Didn't something seem off to you that day? When have I ever been on ta' give up a fight? To just take a fuckin'? Never! It was magic! I didna' know how or that it was at the time until I couldn't kill him! I tried to.. I tried to get out too! Until the fuckin' tiger they saved used to same fuckin' magic!"

His words came out growled and frustrated. Disgust echoed in his face as he thought back to how his time there went. Seemed to him Jamison got over him quite well. Another jab to his head and he actually winced. He spent his days wishing to get back to Jamison and his 'yote got over him.

"You think I would just leave like that? Something was fucking wrong with me and I wanted you no where near that! I left you to fuckin' protect your ass, because hell how many fuckin' kingdom animals did they catch? huh? You think I wanted you around that? No. So i stayed to make sure they were safe and that they didn't get you too! They raped anyone that they could! They took anyone they were able to. I tried to reach you but every fuckin' time i tried they were there. Hell they killed anyone that tried to leave! But this is what I get for coming back? To make sure you were ok because I missed you? Because every day in hell there, you were the only thing on my mind! I counted down the days till I was able to get out but it seems you already moved on. Seems you already made up your mind." His words came out rushed. Pain laced his words.

It was the most Mako had ever spoken well in his entire life. He was not a talker. He was a roll with the punches and growl at everyone. But not with Jamison. 'Rat thought him just a two bit whore and Jamison was just an ornament? Did the fucking Coyote not know he loved him?

Mako took a step back and his eyebrows furrowed as the thought came to his head. It would do him no good now. Jamison already made up his mind, and if that was the way it was going to be Mako wouldn't stay around. He never stayed where he wasn't wanted unless he was forced to.

Only after his took a few breathes from the adrenaline ran through his body did he realize he called Jamison by his first name. He'd never done that. Never once spoken his name out loud. True he'd thought of him as Jamison in his head but it was a step he never took before and he prayed that 'Rat didn't notice his slip.

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RE: Wandering

[M] for excessive cursing, inappropriate themes, etc. ^^


Jamison

Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten.


Ears would flicker between pinned and pricked, an internal war ongoing as Jamison struggled to decide whether he wanted his displeasure at the absolute fuckin' bullshit spewing from Mako's mouth to be visible or whether he wanted to keep listening to the excuses. The fucker even dared use his full first name, as if it'd have the same effect on him that it would've so long ago. Jamison would be lying if he said it didn't, so he simply ignored that factor. His wrath coalesced into pure resolve, hackles dancing and tail arching still as his stance stiffened and straightened. Harsh tones replied, his accent becoming thicker as he swallowed the lump in his throat down once more and the 'yote took a daring few steps forward as he did so.

"Mako 'Roadhog' Rutledge. Spare me your goddamn bullshit for just a single fuckin' second, yeah? We enter a new land, you get tired of me an' leave for a year, come back after your li'l break, and realize I'm still the same ol' stupid fuckin' gullible piece a' shit that's head-over-fucking-heels for you and think ta yourself 'damn, I got 'im good.' Think ta yourself that you've got a perfect little fuckin' toy ta tease and play around with whenever ya want and I'll never be th' wiser. And then, when teasin' me gets borin' and my pining is too pitiful to look at anymore you go and eye the next piece o' work that might want your fuckin' dick. Just so happens, he was the rapist of my friends and ended up dickin' you instead of the other way 'round. Then, when I confront you about your lies and deceit you blame it on magic. Because that's the most convenient fuckin' thing in the entire world, innit? Blame everything on magic, and you'll get away with everythin'. Right?" Relentless, he continued with his aggressive rant.

As he did so, the 'yote failed to notice how he began to take multiple steps forward in an unconscious attempt to close the gap a little more.

"And, just in case the li'l magic excuse don't work (which it didn't, you cunt), you try ta make yourself look like a fuckin' hero. I don't know which is more insultin', the fact that you think I'd be fooled by that or the fact that even if it were true that meant you considered me incapable of handling myself. I'm not a damsel, though I'm sure as hell stupid as one, huh? Thought that I'd lucked out, gotten myself a wonderful man that I adored and was more than content ta spend the rest of my life with as his best friend 'cause I knew I didn't stand a fuckin' chance with him. And then reality just decided ta up an' deck me, 'cause then I witness the shit you pulled with that rapist and suddenly I realize that you'd been playing me like some kiddie game and I'd been nothin' more but a trinket for you ta throw away whenever the mood hit ya."

Like a dam had burst, words spilled from his lips with no stop. He barely paused to breathe as he continued to approach, hopefully having closed the distance so that they had around fifteen feet between them. His aggressive posture remained, golden eyes alight with a fire in them as he continued. His voice was softer now, though. Melancholy spread through his tones like ink in water, dripping from every word even as he desperately stood strong. This all needed to be said. Jamison needed to say it. To get it off his chest, and hopefully out of his damn mind for good.

"And you know the saddest, most pathetic thing about me? I might as well fuckin' tell ya, 'cause it's not like you don't know plenty of that kinda shit about me. Hell, maybe I'll feel better knowing that you know about all of the shit I've gone through because of your games. The saddest thing about all this, is that I can still honestly say that I fuckin' love you and I hate myself for it. Because I know that I'd never stood a chance, with you or with anyone. That I know that somewhere deep inside of me there's some stupid hopeful little part of me that's going 'it's not over yet!' Do you know how many days I cried myself ta sleep at night after your little hookup? How many times I tried ta justify your actions, only ta realize that I was defending the bastard who took my heart and took a huge, steamin' shit on it with another man while I was present? I drowned myself in work. I still do. I distract myself, and I ignore it because it hurts ta think about you anymore. It hurts ta think of what could have been, when there was no chance of it happening ta begin with."

Jamison scoffed as he continued.

"And then, when I finally think that I can spend a single day without wanting ta go curl up in some dark little place and sob my heart out, I find you here. Honestly, I don't know if I would've felt better if you'd come back callin' my name again instead of me happening across ya lurkin' around these parts. I might've kicked your goddamn ass for even thinking that you could get away with the bullshit you pulled."

His eyes narrowed, stance widening somewhat as he continued. Almost breathless, his throat felt raw and sore from the torrent of words. Emotions swirled and mixed beneath his skin, instilling a constant maelstrom that had his head swirling and his heart throbbing in pain.

"I still might. I'm not sure yet. All I know is that I don't want ta and that I do at the same time. Because you damn well fuckin' deserve it and don't you dare try ta tell me that you are blameless because I watched you flirt with the rapist and kidnapper of my friends and had ta witness you willingly gettin' fucked by him."

Mentally, he was still somewhat consumed by the raging storm of emotions that had spurred him into action in the first place. Even as his fire cooled, mostly from burning itself out rather than his anger being eased, Jami couldn't think clearly. He twitched, a forceful motion that wracked his whole body as the consideration that Mako hadn't been lying came to surface now that it wasn't being smothered by his fury. It was almost instantly shot down, but Jamison laid it to rest hesitantly. Jamison knew damn well for a fact that the lupine was lying at least somewhat.

Suddenly, his gaze flickered from where it'd wandered to his feet back up towards his former bodyguard. Golden eyes were still narrowed, but his expression flickered from stony resolve to raw hurt and utter loss as he struggled against the urge to just leave now that he'd said his piece. To let Mako stew over what he'd said, and to realize the full extent of what he'd done to his toy. But that little stupid part of him had grabbed hold, and his paws held fast to the earth as he waited for a reply. Jami knew what was coming.

He knew more bullshit was coming, more lies and deceit. More excuses, and accusations, and things that'd make him feel all turned around mentally and emotionally.

But he couldn't help the fact that he just had to hear it.

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Mako "Roadhog"


Mako's ears pinned against his head. He listened to everything Jamison had to say. Needed to hear just how much his best friend thought he was lying. How Jami thought he was just a fuckin' toy to him. How Mako was nothing more than a whore of a liar. That hurt. In more ways that he could ever express. He may act like his has no heart but he does. And it was only for the goddamn Coyote standing in front of him yelling at him how he was nothing. He watched 'Rat moved closer and his fur on his spine stood up. Truthfully he was speechless. He came here to beg for forgiveness and find his best friend again but it seemed he was not wanted.

After Jamison told him he loved him and didn't want to love him tore his heart clean out of his chest. His breath rushed out of his lungs as if he'd been hit by a goddamn boulder. "I may be many things 'Rat but a liar was never one of them. Did it occur to you that me, who doesn't allow anyone to touch me, but you I might add, just suddenly flirts with a lion? Did you not stop for a second and think something else was going different? You've clearly thought about this a lot from your side of the fuckin' matter. Oh how Mako doesn't show any emotion that i must be using you as a toy, that i sleep curled around you every night i must be getting tired of you. You have to rip my fucking heart out to get a confession from me? If i tell you if was fucking magic why the fuck do you think i'm lying? Because you think im using you? When the fuck did you ever come out and tell me how you felt? huh? You're using this time now to just come out with your feelings? You think i wanted a fucking lion? A one night stand right in front of you? Flirting? Hell 'Rat i haven't flirted with anyone in my goddamn life." He spat out the words. Hurt and pain echoed in his eyes and he looked down at Jamison. He took in another deep breath before he started talking again.

"You want to throw my looking for you in my face? You think i didn't spend every single fuckin' day looking for you? That we come to these lands and I just up and leave you? Find a new butt buddy to go and find? No i didn't I spend every hour of everyday looking for you traveling these god damn lands. Did you even look for me? Or did you find a home and that was it? After a year of looking i only caught a wiff of you once and the next day I found you."

He took a step closer before he pulled his paw back. All he wanted was Jamison to run into his paws so he could feel him where he needed to be but that didn't look like that was going to happen. He was hurt... irrecoverably hurt. "If my lies with magic didn't work, then i might as well make myself a hero then huh? Is that how you truly see me? Get out of a shit hole to come back standing near the borders? You found me because maybe i was scared shitless. I didn't have the heart to face you in own home because i was scared. Did you not think of that? Do you not think that I don't replay the last day i ever saw you in my head a hundred times over? That i was terrified that you would call me a liar like you just did. I put my heart on the line to come find you. I thought of you everyday as i lay in a shallow muddy wet fuckin' hole. Everyday when a new kingdom creature showed up praying that it wasn't you. Praying that you were still safe. I don't fucking care that you're not a damsel, i gave a fuck because i needed you safe. Its anything i ever thought about. "

Tears dropped from his eyes as he turned away. His tail down against his back legs as he whispered. "You're everything to me Jamison. But it seems the feeling isn't mutual anymore. I'll just take myself and leave. I wanted to explain what happened but you'll just call me a liar again and i can't take anymore hurt." He said his voice broken and whispered harshly. He dropped his head before he turned away. His life and best friend it seemed was not at all what he'd been expecting and not that his heart was broken. He took a few steps away, the opposite direction of Jamison. "I love you too, have for a long fucking time Jamison. But if you hate yourself for loving me then don't let me keep you from your happiness. You won't see me again after today. I'd hate for a liar to be around you." He said as his voice broke. He was truely gutted. Like his heart lay in pieces on the ground. Something he didn't know he'd ever be able to fix. He looked back at him once more before he started to walk away.

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