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Post by »Sicario. on Aug 28, 2012 15:10:29 GMT -5
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The faint essence of copper still tainted her mouth from her previous hunt. It would not do her any good to be hungry in potentially dangerous territory. She may not have been brainwashed like the rest of those dullards in her old pack, but she did listen to the training. No finer place to become a warrior. The scars marring her otherwise alluring visage and chassis were a testament to her brutal upbringing. She would have it no other way. Her only regret would be letting that idiot brother of hers, Uccisore II get away. He's still a loose-end, but his shame and exile from the pack reinforced her protection from him blathering away. Still, she did not like taking chances such as that. Despite not caring if he lived or died or where he currently is, Angelo still made a mental note to kill him if they were to ever meet again.
Mentally, a cruel smirk twisted her scarred lips, though she let no such stray emotion cross her face. Her facade was a cool, stoic expression. Her aura screamed of the danger she is. A monster among predators. How many had fallen to her? How few had ever caught sight of their executioner? It was a reason they granted her the name Angelo Della Morte, the Angel of Death. However cliche and banal she believed it to be, she kept it. Her training and skills deemed her the rank of Assassin in her old pack. Her sources told her that this pack, the Hell pack, led by the bastard Malevolent, had such a title as well. It intrigued her. After waiting and gathering more information on not only the lands, but the inhabitants as well, she decided to approach. Never did she act without the knowledge to give her the upper hand. One good thing about flying under the radar was the lack of information on herself. Word of mouth told her that there were at their latest knowledge, five other pack members. Being that she never left loose-ends, Uccisore II being the unfortunate exception, Angelo killed her sources after receiving the desired intel. She couldn't have them letting others know she was asking around. That just wouldn't do!
The sand was hot and harsh beneath the pads of her feet. She thoroughly ignored the unwanted distraction. Slipping closer to the canyon, she could now peer down into its depths. Her cold gaze betrayed none of her wariness. Despite the enticing view, she would not move closer. If one were to come up to her without her knowledge, as unlikely as that would be, they would be able to topple her over the side. That wouldn't bode well with her plans, so she kept a good distance form the edge while tracing the lands. It was against her nature to make sound, so howling, to her, was not the natural thing to do. The natural thing, for her, would be to hunt down her target and deal with them as planned. However, this is not the normal situation for her. It left a nasty, astringent taste on the back of her tongue to think about actually alerting one of her arrival. However, if it is what is needed, so be it. She is willing to sacrifice all but her life to move forth. A low, haunting, and utterly bone-chilling sound crept out of her vocal chords, clashing fiercely with the heated air. The sound seemed to intensify the tensity in the atmosphere. She stood alert, chin tucked to protect her throat, though her stance held an aura of malicious regality. There was a pride and fortitude so profound exuding from her, it seemed almost unnatural, almost...divine.
Words: 764
Tagged: Open
Muse: Meh
Notes:Terrible terrible terrible x3x The next one will be better I hope
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 28, 2012 19:30:49 GMT -5
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the morbid darkness sunk deep under the horizon, staining the sand over the canyon's an ugly shade of red. and, along with the humid heat, only one thing was shifting the sands tonight. just above, seemingly lurking along the edges and seeming to sneer down upon the moving dark shapes dancing mysteriously below as they went along with their lives, ignoring everyone and everyone. that is, all except for a small, lithe little beast making her way gradually up the side of the canyon, snarling down at the pathetic worms crawling around uselessly in the sand. of course, they would snarl back and the black embodiment would continue making her way. albeit everything was rather quiet, other than the subtle, quiet pants of the wolves after a long day's work. but no sound came from the small black femme. her tail swayed from side to side, and continued to do so until a shift of sand fell from a few feet above, the work of the assassin above. this hot sand fell into the eyes of the small snake beneath, causing a snarl of fury to raise her hackles and shake her face from side to side, fangs gleaming in the waning moonlight.
at once, she launched herself up and over the edge, several meters away from the she-wolf whom had, although accidentally, sprayed the hot sand into her face. she seething snarl that slipped through the she-wolf's rubbery black gums echoed over the time she spent. " take it easy, girlie. don't act like someone'll take you down any minute. unless of course.. you want that. but i don't think you could handle it. seeing as your so intent on tearing someone's throat out if someone comes near you. "
she said. nothing she had said had probably made any sense, clearly because the roleplayer was tired and unable to come up with a proper conversation starter. thus, when the black wolf turned around to fully look at her, the golden bangles decorating her left front leg made no sound, simply glinted eerily in the light, reflecting the golden pools that narrowed at the other she-wolf in a grim sneer.
oh fuck it. i can't post. GO CON. GOO.
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Post by C.onspiracy on Aug 29, 2012 23:03:53 GMT -5
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Long limbs dragged themselves across the dessert's province. Her paws would linger along the ground with every step, stirring dust. The sun had retired hours ago, leaving the area she was walking in solely, a dark abyss. She found herself treading along uneven terrain making the pads of her paws sore, but even more enjoyable to walk on. Prophecy's limbs carried her along, she would have kept walking forward had she had not grasped the edge of the canyon's wall and shifted her weight unto her hind legs. A shaky breath exited the chambers lined within her chest as she looked down at the plummeting fall that could have been. Ignorant to the scene that happened moments before, Prophecy continued to walk dangerously close along the cavern's edge, her limbs stepping out in front of the other, in a casual motion as her visage stayed put-staring forward with a detached expression.
An eerie chill ran its course throughout her bones, tingling her senses as a wonderful sound resonated in the tunnels connected to her eardrums. The pointed pieces of cartilage perked atop her cranium, her eyes shining with interest as her gait picked up, loping towards the sound ahead. The hindquarters of another lupine came into view and she slowed to a trot, cautious enough to step around the beast with enough distance in between them for her own benefit. She lowered her head slightly, studying the molten wolf in the dim light the moon had to offer. Herself contrasted greatly with her surroundings, being a bright, golden hue with distinct eyes to match, there was no mistaking her movements in the dark. Prophecy dropped her eyelids over her eyes halfway, studying the wolf for a moment, standing there like a statue, only the contours of her ribs moving as they expanded and contracted with each breath.
After a moment, the female turned to leave walking past the other lupine, her tail swaying between her hind legs. It was then the pattering of another's paw steps that Prophecy tossed her head over her shoulder to see a barely visible wolf standing defensively, teeth bared and snarling. At the site, Prophecy's hackles raised and she choked on the growl that bubbled at the roof of her muzzle, yet subsided reluctantly. The growling wolf was obviously directing her anger at the timber, and her suspicion was confirmed with the words the wolf seethed moments after. "Take it easy, girlie. Don't act like someone'll take you down any minute. Unless of course.. you want that. But I don't think you could handle it. Seeing as your so intent on tearing someone's throat out if someone comes near you. " Her features furrowed in confusion. ..Maybe they had a past conflict and the other was coming to end it? Riveting. The younger, blonde wolf twisted herself around, stepping a few feet away and planted her posterior firmly on the ground, the plume-like tail fluctuating along the dirt, stirring dust in its wake. 'This would surely be something to witness,' Prophecy thought excitedly, but her expression remained impassive as it had before.
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»Sicario.
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The Only Absolution Accepted Is A Legacy Of Brutality
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Post by »Sicario. on Aug 30, 2012 0:41:49 GMT -5
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Inhale.
The silence seemed heavy, wrapping around her like a lead weight. It seemed to scream in her pricked audits.
Exhale.
She could sense it. Something upon the wind. Someone is near. Their stench is far too fresh.
Inhale.
Her malignant eyes roamed slowly over the horizon. She eyed the gulch, knowing full-well one may be crawling its way up.
Exhale.
The vibrations felt off. There is most definitely another among her. Where? Years of training had her keenly in tune with her surroundings. Off in the distance, a flash of gold caught her eye.
Inhale.
She but glimpsed. Let them believe she does not notice.
Growling.
Her harks swiveled, bringing her attention to the edge of the canyon. Minutely did she bend, bringing herself into fighting stance. She only gave part of her attention to the source of the guttural sound. It would be foolish to lose focus on that which is around her. It would leave her open for attack. She was highly aware of another approaching from the side. Her first concern, however, was the hostile being before her.
A dark flicker, a brief flash. A small wolf jumped up from the side of the canyon and landed before Angelo with a snarl. It was clear that female opposing her was irate. Angelo took a moment, too short for one to believe she could gain any information, to examine the she-wolf. A source had mentioned a smaller, dark vixen with a choleric disposition. What was the name? The words hissing from the smaller wolf intruded on her thought process. "take it easy, girlie. don't act like someone'll take you down any minute. unless of course.. you want that. but i don't think you could handle it. seeing as your so intent on tearing someone's throat out if someone comes near you."
Had she been like Uccisore II, the blood traitor, such words would have dug into her core, ignited a frenzy and caused a battle in which one would not walk away from. However, she is not that bumbling fool. Such petty exchanges bothered her naught. The vixen before her, short-tempered and irascible, meant nothing to Angelo and in such, her words meant nothing. She stared into the others eyes with a steely, arctic gaze during her rant, making it known she was not impressed nor affected by such ramblings. Could not handle it? That is a laughable notion. Angelo had been trained since puphood to not only fight, but to win. To kill. To lose would be death by either her enemy's jowls or her Alpha's. Losing was not permitted. The scarred vixen resisted at snorting in amusement.
As she spoke, her words came out low and smooth. The chill lacing her words was sub-zero and so very malicious. "Approaching one snarling tends to elicit a defensive response." She did not care enough to elucidate further on the fact that she was also in strange territory. It would be common sense, to her at least, to be on guard. She eyed the vix for a moment. The cruel stoicism shadowing her harsh and scar-littered features was none-too-welcoming. As she did to all new acquaintances, she put a mental value to them. Would this one before her get in her path, block her goal? While a nagging urge wanted to show the smaller wolf just how she was raised, she knew that, while Angelo had no care for the wolf before her, she had to play nice. Angelo did not know how this pack worked and if attacking another member would get her barred or not. In her home pack, it would be customary to decimate any member that challenged like this. In fact, if one did not, they would be facing annihilation. It truly was kill or be killed there.
Again, she noticed in her peripheral a flash of gold. She need not move her attention to notice another she-wolf moving forth. Her stride and build would give off the impression of her being androgynous. The build was more rugged and burly, not the slender feminine physic of a female. Angelo had no qualms with such appearances. Appearances did not matter to her. She was not the most feminine appearing either, with a large stature and well-muscled figure. The figure sat, appearing entertained by the exchange happening between Angelo and the spiteful one before her. She did not move her attention to the golden one as she spoke, though it was clearly directed to the newcomer. "Posso esserle d'aiuto?" The Italian flowed smoothly from her tongue with a similar sense of vicious antipathy.
Angelo drew herself up from her defensive posture. Her features displayed the obvious disinterest in continuing a savage confrontation. She much preferred a civil conversation when her interests called for it, which they did. However, the pernicious look in her hellfire eyes read clearly that she was not one to take violent acts lightly. To her, if one calls for a fight, one better back it up fiercely for she will test their word. Empty threats do not bode with her. Casting an impassive glance to the gold one, she examined her for a moment. She is clearly young. There had been word of an ocher assassin among their ranks. Could it be her, perhaps? Her gaze traversed back to the other one who had approached so fiercely. "Believe it or not child, but you do not intimidate nor impress me. I came here to speak civilly, but, if that is beyond your capabilities, then I would rather speak to one who can muster a sentence without hackneyed insults. However, if you wish to fight then you will have one. I do not take kindly to threats, particularly empty ones."
Words: 1,073
Tagged: Zecora/Prophecy/Open
Muse: Marvelous
Notes: 3: Her first meeting and she's already getting into a fight.
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Post by FOX !? on Aug 30, 2012 10:38:00 GMT -5
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the swift movements of another individual appearing had zecora's ears flickering backwards. however her heavy golden gaze was still solely resting on the calico wolves bodice. thus, when the female spoke, zecora's cruel grin stretched wider. she tilted her head as she rang out her words. but they did not sound any nicer or kinder than her own. " however you were already snarling. the proper response for such a language is simply to mimic it. " she said, her teeth flashing as her tongue slowly drew itself upwards in a yawn. then she smirked, her sneering eyes dancing. " i haven't seen you around before, love. care to explain? you say you wish to speak civilly.. that makes me think you aren't supposed to be here? i find it particularly charming to find so many rogues trespassing on pack territory. they must be stupid.. or brave. i'd hardly think the latter. " she said, her hackles slowly raising as she took a step towards the larger female.
however she stopped. abruptly, and with poise. " me? empty threats? " she said, before widening her mouth and pointing it to the sky. her laughter let out a cackle. she shook her maw in amusement. " you mustn't be serious. you really don't understand the laws of hell, do you? " she said. then she tilted her head again, cocking it to look almost weird. she snickered again. " not only that. but.. we have a watcher with us. " she said, turning her head. she'd been there a while. staying silent, watching closely. zecora had heard her. she'd known she was there. but now she was truly revealing her presence. she lifted her lips in an evil grin. " i know you're there, sweetie. come out, come ouuut~! " she called, trailing her tail faintly, and peering through her golden eyes.
she didn't see her. no, not yet. the girl was talented, similar to her in her own sneaking and stealthy skills. zecora snickered again. " do we happen to have two rogues amongst us? its funny.. i'm always the one to find you. " she said, bending her head low and clapping her canines together. " shall i call upon malevolent and ares? i'm sure they'd love to get their.. i mean talk to you. " she sneered, her nose wrinkling. " though.. i'm not sure you could even catch me. i assure you, you can't stop me. " she purred, making a move to take flight.
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Post by C.onspiracy on Aug 31, 2012 0:56:49 GMT -5
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"Approaching one snarling tends to elicit a defensive response." A brief, thin smile stretched its way across her muzzle, halfway reaching her eyes before it dispersed as easily as it appeared. The comment the molten brown wolf made intrigued her. In response, she swerved her head in her direction, studying her, not at all attempting to be subtle. She was large, that's for sure. Plastered with scars that covered most of her visible body. It was gruesome, but Prophecy admired it. They were wonderful, and seemed to accent her in a twisted, but beautiful way. It made her wonder how she obtained each and every one of them. Were they punishment? Or had she happened to be of the kind that liked...hurting herself for pleasure? She couldn't judge, after all, she liked pain. It made her feel good.
Ensuingly, she began to wonder how and why the black wolf wanted to challenge her? Was she ignorant? Could she not see the beautifully scarred wolf in front of her? "However you were already snarling. The proper response for such a language is simply to mimic it. " Mm. The blonde wolf's salmon pigmented muscle rolled over her top row of canines, before dragging onto the black, rubbery skin that rimmed her bottom jaw. Prophecy was sure this would get bloody in a moment, surely initiated by the ebony one's doing. She thought of taking a step back, but she was sure she could move in time if need be-she wasn't sitting directly in the middle of anything.
Her tail began to swerve around her, making the slightest touch on each of her hind legs before moving unto the other. Her honey kissed eyes slowly drifting between the two wolves before her. An empty silence had settled, making her all there more anxious of the actions to come. "Posso esserle d'aiuto?" Those words she barely caught. They were not in her origin tongue, and yet she felt like they meant something. Prophecy's features twisted into one in thought-for the first time that night showing any signs of relative emotion. And yet, her mind drifted back into reality at the words of the black wolf; "I haven't seen you around before, love. Care to explain? You say you wish to speak civilly.. that makes me think you aren't supposed to be here? I find it particularly charming to find so many rogues trespassing on pack territory. They must be stupid.. or brave. I'd hardly think the latter. "
With those words, Prophecy determined she didn't particularly like the black wolf. She began to drift back into deep thought, when the stature of the scar riddled wolf changed-less tensed. "Believe it or not child, but you do not intimidate nor impress me. I came here to speak civilly, but, if that is beyond your capabilities, then I would rather speak to one who can muster a sentence without hackneyed insults. However, if you wish to fight then you will have one. I do not take kindly to threats, particularly empty ones." The corners of her muzzle twitched slightly, a grin threatening to break free. But she contained it. It seemed with every word the wolf said, she admired her more. Maybe because she was just a bystander snickering at the insults the two tossed at one another.
Before, the charcoal caked wolf had taken a step towards the other, and stopped dramatically. "Me? Empty threats?" And she lifted her head towards the heavens, raining out a scratchy laugh that raked against Prophecy's eardrums. She wanted to hear more. "You mustn't be serious. You really don't understand the laws of hell, do you? " Hell? And the wolf again, twisted her head sideways, letting out another wretched cackle. It was blissful. "Not only that. But.. we have a watcher with us." A watcher? Ooh. Prophecy's head casually tossed to the side, examining her dark surroundings. Nothing caught her eye. Was this wolf insane? "I know you're there, sweetie. come out, come ouuut~!" Again, Prophecy looked around, and found nothing. She hadn't sensed another presence, there were only the three wolves there. -Unless the insane wolf was talking about her?
Prophecy had thought she made her presence obvious, she made no attempts at not being known or seen. She simply wanted to enjoy the fight! Maybe the wolf was blind, yes. Blind and insane. Possibly blind from old age? An old, insane, blind wolf? ..Ooh the possibilities. Just for kicks, Prophecy rose to her appendages slowly, and took two, long strides forward, once more, planting her rear on the ground heavily. All the while, she had made noise. The old wolf was surely not deaf, either. At this moment, Prophecy didn't retain the grin that stretched halfway across her muzzle, her head tilted slightly to the side as she beamed at the black wolf with heavy eyes. "Do we happen to have two rogues amongst us? It's funny.. I'm always the one to find you. "
The smirk quickly dissipated at the accusation the wolf made. Rogues? Rogues? Prophecy didn't consider herself a rogue. She was merely a wolf without a pack-a loner. And she would like to keep it that way. Although, the proposition the Alpha-at least she thought him to be Alpha- had made the other dawn had grown to her. She was famined, her body slowly eating away at itself. Perhaps a pack would be good for her. But, she didn't want to rely on others for safety, and food. She wanted to be independent. Sadly, life doesn't grant your every wish. "Shall I call upon Malevolent and Ares? I'm sure they'd love to get their.. I mean talk to you. " What? If the damned wolf was going to fetch others, Prophecy surely would leave. -Another reason Prophecy didn't like packs; she liked her space, and being alone.
"Though.. I'm not sure you could even catch me. I assure you, you can't stop me." Stop her? Why would she care to stop her? This was entertaining enough, no need to fetch unnecessary baggage. And yet, she couldn't help but pity the poor wolf. It seemed she was desperate. Desperate for some action, something to do. Something to entertain her. While, Prophecy was content enough on walking alone and delving into her thoughts. In other times, she had fools like her for entertainment. Unintended, Prophecy glanced at the tri-colored wolf, studying her once more. She wanted to say something towards the black wolf, but she couldn't think of anything. She felt like she needed to...impress her. And it seemed if she said anything, she would do the exact opposite of her intentions. Wait, what was she saying? She didn't need to impress anyone. That wolf was nothing to her. Prophecy's ears lowered slightly on the crown of her skull, her gaze transfixed on the black wolf, her lips curving up to speak. "I, for one, am not keen on participating in child's play,"she muttered breathlessly, feeling satisfied with the few words she had spoken.
o o c; I'm sorry if this makes no sense what so ever, if so tell me, and you can like, exclude this. I wrote it at two AM, so I'm sure there's some..parts that don't make sense. :c sorry. <3 ..woo, 1,170 words. :D
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»Sicario.
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Post by »Sicario. on Aug 31, 2012 3:14:08 GMT -5
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Then, the nigrescent lupine yawned before continuing. " i haven't seen you around before, love. care to explain? you say you wish to speak civilly.. that makes me think you aren't supposed to be here? i find it particularly charming to find so many rogues trespassing on pack territory. they must be stupid.. or brave. i'd hardly think the latter. " All the while, Angelo stood passively, clearly unfazed by the words and scathing laughter. In fact, she cocked her head slightly, examining the wolf before her as if she were a particularly interesting insect and debating whether or not it would be worth the effort to squash it or not. After all, that is what the cur before was. A bug. She need not voice the musing as the expression of lofty disdain and callousness spoke volumes for her instead. After she had finished, Angelo resisted the urge to roll her eyes. i find it particularly charming to find so many rogues trespassing on pack territory. And how else would one expect to request entrance to a pack? She cared not to bring up that point either. It seemed this one would find one thing or another to argue about. "Observant aren't you? I would have thought my intentions were clear when I announced my presence and stated I would like to speak affably. However, I suppose that concept is a bit obscure. I will break it down for you then."
Harsh eyes flickered with rancor; a look of sheer repugnance contorted the lacerated countenance. As she spoke, her voice was low and smooth as silk; acrimony lacing every syllable. "I've come here, not unlike others, to speak on peaceful terms, however feeble those may be within this region, and speak preferably to the Alpha. The contents of such an exchange, while obvious, are of no particular concern to you." The tone of voice was not simply cruel and cold, but utterly condescending in every manner. The atramentous wolf before her was making it rather hard to keep those 'peaceful terms' just that, peaceful. Angelo is not, nor was she ever, a wolf of pacification. She was simply playing nice at the moment to have better odds at achieving her goal. However, she could feel the atmosphere souring at a rapid rate. It would not be so harmonious soon.
She eyed the dame as she stalked closer. Malicious eyes gleamed almost hungrily, daring her to make the lunge. Angelo would not strike first. To strike first would be to take accountability for the fight; something she refused to do. However, the wolf stopped and laughed after speaking. " me? empty threats? you mustn't be serious. you really don't understand the laws of hell, do you? " Again, Angelo did not care enough to point out that she had not accused the female of making an empty threat. She had simply stated her distaste for them. Let the canine interpret the words however she wished. It would all lead down the same road, one Angelo was far too familiar with. The look of cold aloofness had not left her features as the other cocked her head oddly. " not only that. but.. we have a watcher with us. " A snicker ruptured from her counterpart and just tilted her head ever so slightly. Then, she turned her attention away to search for...whoever. If she so desired, the former assassin could have attacked then and there, but that would be detrimental to her plans. " i know you're there, sweetie. come out, come ouuut~! " Again, Angelo simply looked upon her as if she were an object of mild interest. Had she meant the ocher vixen sitting mere feet from the two? Eyes of fire looked over to the vulpine and noticed she seemed to be looking around in confusion.
'Hmm...' Angelo allowed her attention to be further divided as she discreetly awaited to sense another presence, unless this black vixen was simply crazy or inept. The wolf turned back finally, finding her search apparently fruitless. Angelo simply looked back, clearly not impressed with her antics. She almost felt as if she were back in her old pack, observing the irritating little pups again. " do we happen to have two rogues amongst us? its funny.. i'm always the one to find you. shall i call upon malevolent and ares? i'm sure they'd love to get their.. i mean talk to you. though.. i'm not sure you could even catch me. i assure you, you can't stop me. " Malevolent. Ares. Her informant had told her of those names. The alpha and beta. "Finally, she says something sensible." As Angelo was about to speak, the golden female sitting on her haunches, who had moved closer as if to make her presence more noticeable, beat her to the punch. "I, for one, am not keen on participating in child's play," She simply looked upon the young one before turning back to respond herself. "Go forth and bring them. I implore you to, assuming one is the alpha." By the knowing look flashing in her eyes and the devilish smirk curling up her lips, it was all too clear Angelo was well-aware of who the two were, and knew far more than she was letting on to. The information she had received told her of such things, even this querulous noir female. Again, she let the jibes slide as she found them rather prosaic and not really worth the effort of an argument. What Angelo wanted was for her to call upon her superiors and bring them forth.
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Tagged: Zecora/Prophecy/Open
Muse: Good
Notes: Blaaaaaaaaah this SUCKS.
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Post by Enter The Night on Sept 8, 2012 20:40:24 GMT -5
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Normal, //Thoughts//, "Spoken Words", Others
An ominous manifestation tainted the atmosphere with demented venom as the Hell ruler; which was considered the unholy Devil by many, remained perched atop a ridged cliff that bordered the edge of the canyon. Being at such an elevated altitude, he was easily able to perceive the creatures that traveled along the more leveled grounds. With that being said, he noticed the discolored pelt of the traveling loner long before another soul had discovered it. Inquisitiveness corrupted his narrowed gaze, which was due to the blinding iridescent radiance of the sun, which beat it’s ruthless rays upon the earth, scorching the region. The nomadic lupine appeared to be epicene, it’s massive, powerful build heavily cloaked in the glinting fleshy pigmentation of scars. Rotating his skull in a slanted angle, he raised a non existent brow, clearly engrossed by the foreigner. Although the piercing howl; which actually resembled his own despite the lack of profundity it possessed, was what caught his attention first, he was sure that another one of his wolves would answer the call with their attendance.
As if on queue, Zecora’s raven stained pelt ascended a higher level along the canyon, steadily making her way along until she suddenly leapt over a the edge that the intersexual wolf stood upon. The lithe Emissary immediately took on a hostile demeanor, snarling insults at the loner, which triggered a snort to eject from his flared nostrils. Striding along the steep edges, Malevolent steadily descended towards their location, his movements calculated and leisured whilst his gaze remained upon the unfolding scene. Rather than snarl mindlessly and attack, the stranger replied in a smooth, yet lethal tone, which both amused the Alpha and interested him. Noticing the vibrant fleece of Prophecy, whom he had met not to long ago, he grinned, wondering how this interaction would end. "Posso esserle d'aiuto?" The question rang out from the wolf, who he was able to tell was a female both by Zecora’s previous insult and the feminine ring to the silken accented words she had spoken towards Prophecy. He easily detected the Italian flavored question, seeing how his mother spoke the language and forced him to attend her lessons, which replaced ‘bed time stories’ when he was young.
Offering a glance in the golden female’s direction, he awaited a response from her, his ears straining forward as he found it a bit difficult to hear their words. Prophecy seemed to not understand the question, which merely brought a grin upon his elastic lips. With his durable pads crunching the debris that littered the province and his shoulder rolling with the effort, he was able to descend nearly halfway, keeping his attention on the group of wolves throughout the process. The strange female periodically brought an amused flicker to his dead irises while his ears twitched uncomfortably from Prophecy’s abused cackles. Zecora seemed to be the odd man --err…woman, out considering she just spit insult after insult while the uncaring loner merely replied in a dry tone. Apparently the female wanted to speak with him, which he was planning on granting as soon as he climbed down this damned canyon. Although he wasn’t in the mood for one of the Emissary’s sharp tongued verbal abuse upon every creature that crossed her path, he did want to find out why this wolf wanted to see with him. She was obviously not from around her, because he knew of nearly all the wolf that inhabited this area thanks to his two emissaries and a few other sources.
The band of wolves hadn’t even noticed him yet, but that was no surprise to him. After all, he was the tormenter of the shadows. Able to remain unseen when wanted. Although he wasn’t trying to be discreet at the moment, the wolves still hadn’t been able to detect his presence. Shrugging with the thought he watched as Zecora called out Prophecy, which actually made a sour chuckle emit form his jaws. The laughter was no more than a whisper exhale and if it were to be heard, which was highly unlikely, it seem to be nothing more than a gentle breeze. With his taut muscles stretching with the physical activity he was currently participating in, he was able to relive his joints and be rid of the uncomfortable feeling along his elongated limbs. He was nearing the base of the province where the others were inhabiting, and there words rang out clear as a bell. Rotating the organ atop his skull in the direction of the canines, he narrowed his tapered gaze with a slight hint of irritation. Why is that he was always needed when he was resting and, or enjoying the tranquil silence that his unsociable side preferred.
"Shall I call upon Malevolent and Ares? I’m sure they'd love to get their.. I mean talk to you.” The taunting words found their way out of the Emissary’s muzzle, causing a rather indolent expression to cross his features. No wonder she was often called the Alpha’s Lapdog. Amusement once more ignited in the depths of his malicious gaze as he crossed the expanse, still undetected. Instead of falling victim to the taunt, the multicolored once more impressed him with her response. "Go forth and bring them. I implore you to, assuming one is the alpha." From what he heard during this rather pointless conversation, was that this scarred female wanted to have a civil conversation with him. However instead of abiding my her request and bringing her to him, Zecora wasted her breathe with meaningless insults and small talk. How comical.
At this point, he allowed himself to be notice by clearing his throat in an apathetic tone, a jaded expression veiling his thoughts. Clicking his tongue along the roof of his mouth, he allowed his devilish irises to glide along each of them. Arching his densely packed appendage above his spine, he asserted dominance so that the loner would be aware of the Alpha, whom she wanted to chat with so bad. Now that he was much closer to the mysterious battle scarred female he was able to properly inspect her. Judging from her large build and fit physique she was a fighter, not to mention the assortment of blemishes tainting her pelt. In a way, he found the scars to be oddly attractive. Although his own scars where shrouded by the dense ebony coat, he was still engrossed by what she went through to earn those disfigurements. Despite being interesting, he kept an blasé rather monotonous expression over his features and he took a step towards the scarred fighter. “Ignora lei, è praticamente innocua.” The words fell from his tongue like silk, although they held a sinful tinge to it. The comment was meant for the Italian speaking lupine, obviously.
Standing in a relaxed posture, he kept his attention directed on the bilingual female, however spoke to both Prophecy and Zecora with a bittersweet tone, “We have a strange lupine on our territory yet neither one of you thought to bring Ares or myself? I thought you two were a bit more commonsensical than that.” Peeling back his curtaining lips, he revealed his iridescent ivories in a demented, yet suave grin towards the female who held the aroma of fresh blood. Instantly causing a knowing glint in his irises to be revealed. So, they both had a common like in the succulent salty scent, hm? His own coppery musk hung from his pelt, as he gazed at the female, a question forming on his pursed lips, “I assume you have a reason for traveling to these lands? You are obviously not from here, so tell me…what is it I can assist you with?”
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Post by FOX !? on Sept 12, 2012 16:13:38 GMT -5
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'Thinking.'
the moment malevolent appeared in the picture she curled back her lips as his simpering and mean comments. in this case, the black wolf simply regarded him with a definite level of annoyance, before turning around and simply leaving. mostly because cast is holding you all back and has no muse for this thread any more. so go on, have fun.
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Post by WHISper on Sept 13, 2012 6:18:11 GMT -5
You are infected!!! [/b][/size][/font][/center] The odds have fallen out of your favor, Zecora, and you are now infected with the chamaeleontis disease. Use it wisely and treat it daily or you will suffer the consequences. |
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Post by Enter The Night on Sept 13, 2012 17:08:19 GMT -5
OOC. ..Hahaha. Zecora, kinda..left this thread. Does that still count?
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