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The Only Absolution Accepted Is A Legacy Of Brutality
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Post by »Sicario. on Sept 9, 2012 21:08:34 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/xblmow.png]Pyre apertures glared brilliantly against the golden rays of the sun. Scar-riddled flesh pulled taut over a well-muscled physique rippled as she moved in a smooth, almost eerie glissade up the sandy terrain. With one simple glimpse back, Angelo gave a sinister smirk, a dark curl of the marred lips to display her contentment. Her steps seemed to be erased from history as a wind blew the fine sand around, covering her tracks as if they had never once disturbed the hearth. That is perfectly fine with her. The less that know of her whereabouts, the better. She preferred to slip beneath the radar; go about unbeknownst to others.
Coarse and harsh calico fur wavered slightly in a muggy autumn breeze. The heat retained by the particles of the earth felt scathing and hot beneath her rough pads. Had she been any weaker, the intensity of the heat would have made her uncomfortable. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she is not so weak. The pain bothered her naught. Little truly did, which is where the unfortunate part comes in. It is all for her gain. Nothing more. Nothing less. After all, why should she work for the benefit of others? She does not live for them. They are merely pieces in her game of Life. How she plays them is the only true interaction she cares to have with them. What purpose is there in bothering herself with menial company? It is truly a waste of time, which, to her, is a precious commodity that not even she could get back. One thing she does not like is her time to be wasted.
The sun was dipping down in the horizon, shedding an aurulent blanket across all in its path. The shadows, blacker than ever, seemed to creep across the ground, growing and stretching like a macabre nightmare; awaiting with hungry jowls for the moment when the sun fell, the last rays of light choked out in the Night's vice-like grip. It cast her shadow, distorting it to that of a monster that seemed to follow her. She paid it no heed as she strolled forth, her attention fixated on one point. The Dens. The scents here were stale; old and fading. Despite being used to house the pack for meetings, to rest, and to birth and raise pups, it seemed relatively vacant. Perhaps it's not a popular place to be lest one finds oneself in a moment of necessity. It's why Angelo chose to look upon it.
She, by nature, is not a very social lupine, though when she finds it beneficiary to her reaching her goal, she can interact with others rather well. Well, once one gets past her natural sense of stoicism, apathy, and pride. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the trademark aromas of the other wolves, storing them in her memory for further use. Angelo liked to be prepared for any event that may arise and liked to keep tabs on those around her. So, upon meeting them, she is known to discreetly memorize all she can, from the tenor of their voice, to their color and build, and to their scent. One never knows if one will need such information in the future. Besides, it made them that much easier for her to track down.
Slipping around, she eyed the inside of the den, not too interested in going in fully, though she knew she must in order to fully map out the terrain. Inaudible steps brought her massive carcass further into the inky depths. Her senses were on high alert, always wary of any possible unwanted company. Burning oculars swept the contours of the den, taking in every shape and crag, engraving it into her nearly infallible memory. Tunnels led to different sections, though she would explore them later. Some scents varied in areas, which she deduced would be the dens of the higher ranking canines. Despite wanting to map it all out, she is not foolish enough to tread into unwarranted grounds. She rounded about, always waiting for a presence to appear. She could feel it deep within her bones, down into her blood. Another would be here. While those not familiar with a warriors lifestyle, they may find her actions innocent enough, she knew otherwise. Angelo had slithered her frame to corner, leaning her weight against the wall. She had a good vantage point of the openings of the tunnels as well as the entrance. Her muscles, while lax at the moment, were ready to coil and spring her into action at the drop of a hat. Scarred visage looked grim, a true vision of evil in the black-lit corridors. Her pools seemed to glow with Hellfire; flames dancing and burning with searing intensity. The curving scar on the right side of her lip seemed to give her malicious smirk, as if knowing something of horrific importance that one does not. She waited patiently, knowing the fruits that it would bare would be worth it.
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Tagged: Malevolent
Muse: Good
Notes: Bleeegh this is totally shit. I kept getting sidetracked, sorry ;3;
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Post by Enter The Night on Sept 12, 2012 17:11:54 GMT -5
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Normal, //Thoughts//, "Spoken Words", Others
Crimson fluid gleamed vibrantly from the iridescence of the blistering orb of fire, which resided in the atmosphere, leisurely making it‘s way to the dip in the horizon. Rubbery lips part and powerful broad jaws unhinge as a cerise pigmented muscle slithered from it’s enclosure, stroking the coppery blood that painted his muzzle. The lubricated tongue moistened his maw in the saliva, partially removing some of the blood, yet smearing it deeper within the elastic fur. Returning the fleshy organ to it’s residence he tilted his chin upwards, glacial irises tapering against the intense sun. Huffing lightly he leveled his skull with his spine and carried his mass onward, powerful limbs vacillating fluently. With thick, durable pads pressing into the scorching grains which shrouded the terrain, he traveled along the vast expanse, keeping his attention elevated. Ebony fur ruffled to some extent as he tried to ventilate his dense pelt, the relentless beams smoldering his build. Ignoring the unyielding high temperature Malevolent traveled on a route he had taken plenty of times beforehand. The Den. Not many of the lupines actually visited the region, which offered him some peace and tranquility for a small about of time.
Although he was Alpha, he disliked confrontation with others. Unless it was to fight, kill, or raid and expand his territory. Besides that he did his best to enjoy every moment he had in solitude because it never lasted long. Everyone needed him for something. Whether it was dealing with a loner or ending a dispute. However now, everyone was either out hunting, inspecting the borders or whatever else their rank called for. So he considered taking some alone time in one of the dens which offered shade and silence. Perfect. Rotating his velvety textured earlobes forward he listened for any tell tale sign of life, his eyes narrowing once more against the brutal wind. Peering over his shoulder he observed the gust as it disturbed the grainy canvas, erasing his path whilst shifting his scent in the opposite direction. Although his trail was obliterated, bits of his scent still mingled, however now it had been corrupted and spread out so it lead to nowhere in particular. Elevating a single shoulder for a moment, he allowed it to suspend in the air before dropping it once more in an callous shrug. Then Malevolent whipped his skull around to face the course ahead of him once more, his moist nostrils twitching. Striding forth, he weaved through the sand dunes until he arrived upon the familiar province of his paradise.
At this point, the sweltering heat had subsided and the scarlet tendrils of light bled out across the heavens, leaving behind the traces of the last rays of the departing sun. In took a few moments for the ruby hue to succumb to the growing darkness, the shadows eating away at the vibrant color, leaving behind a rather monotonous indigo shade. The gloominess allowed his massive physique to melt into the shadows, his pelt shrouding him in darkness and allowing him to appear to be nothing more than another shadow. With his shoulders undulating momentarily, he ascended upon a specific cavern which was drenched in his metallic scent. Tracing his blunt nails silently upon the mineral he took in the scents and his mind immediately triggered a rather aggressive stance. An intruder had infiltrated his paradise. Was there really no where else he could spend a few moments in peace? Grinding his incisors together fiercely he descended his cranium to be level with his vertebra and trotted silently into the obscure depths. After inhaling the odor once more he recognized the newcomer, Angelo Della Morte. Hm. Well…at least she wasn’t one of the completely incompetent wolves that always popped up in the most bothersome times.
Weaving along the tunnels mutely, he peered through the gloom, his hackles rising the further he journeyed. Her scent was overpowering at this point and he was well aware that she could sense him. Allowing his presence to be known throughout the whole time he grimaced slightly, rather aggravated by her attendance. Rarely was he noticed when he didn’t want to be, however he usually didn’t bother to be stealthy and hide himself. Flexing his taut muscles, he parted his lips and allowed a voice like satin drip from his tongue. “Saluti Angelo della Morte, che cosa ti porta qui?” He was well aware that she could understand the Italian that flowed from him from his past encounter with the scarred assassin. Hearing the words spoken fluently actually impressed him, for he hadn’t known another soul that could speak the language besides his mother.
She appeared to be tense, however he cast it aside. No surprise there. Just gazing at her blemished riddled physique he could tell she was nearly always on high alert like himself. Although at this point in time he appeared to be rather uncaring. Reclining to his haunches leisurely, he pressed his sloping spine to the mineral wall, his jaded irises plastered along her hardened features. It was clear that he didn’t really care for engaging into conversation, however he was interested in her slightly. The fact that she had traveled far to join his pack slightly intrigued him. However he didn’t spend to much of his time wondering about such topics, he had better things to worry about. Plus, she could just be here to benefit herself. Possibly to broaden her experience and knowledge. Or even her fighting ability. Who knows. Well…who cares? That was her problem, not his. She was nothing more then a pawn to him, so why even bother getting to know her? Malevolent needed to keep his attention on the game he controlled, not focus on a specific pawn, that could rupture your chances of being triumphant in the game. Which he couldn’t afford.
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