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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 24, 2008 19:42:36 GMT -5
[I'm sorry, Minkie, but I missed you. And Ammy. -runs away sobbing-]
Teal eyes glowed malevolently from the shadows cast by the trees surrounding the entrance to the tunnels that dug deep into the ground. The sound of churning earth rang ominously as thick, curved pointy claws of a front paw hooked through the brown substance. Panting raggedly, Sock's eyes traveled over the area Amadeus Constantine had led them to, drool dripping from his maw as he did so. Hunger growed thirstily in his throat, longing for blood... A pale pink tounge whipped out around long, sharp fangs, and he whimpered at the thought of flesh... Fresh or rotten, the werewolf didnt care.
During their whole journey from Grieco City to the Pallinth Tunnels, Amadeus had been in a bad mood. Why he had been like that, Sock didnt care. All he really cared about was the fact that he had been out of the strength to go on since the first mile or so, and that he hadnt been able to feed on any humans on the way. Hadnt been strong enough to break from his unsteady and energy-conserving gallop long enough to take down any creatures, though even if he had he probrably wouldnt have had the strength to take it down... Silver fur missing in large clumps, the werewolf looked like an underfed and abused large, scary dog. Only scary, however, because of that psychotic hungry gleam in his teal eyes.
I'm so pathetic, Sock thought, looking disgusted. I cant even change back to my human form, I'm so weak! It makes me... want to kill someone! Suddering with pleasure at the thought of slowly torturing a pitiful human, taking them apart bit by bit, watching the effects of his drugs of torture [which he abbreviated to DOT], the silver werewolf lazily swung his head over in the direction of Amadeus Constantine and the red werewolf.
"So, Amadeus Constantine," he whispered, his voice even quieter and sinister than usual. "What now?"
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Post by .:Mink:. on Mar 30, 2008 11:58:15 GMT -5
Along the way, the bleeding from the scratches on his face ceased and the wounds began to scab over. The bulletwound from the gold, however, continued its flow. By now, a steady stream of bright scarlet liquid had marked the wolf's face from cheek to jaw to neck. The occasional spatter was left in the wolf's wake, every twenty feet or so, as he tended to jump when in this form rather than run. The time it would take him to run five seconds was cut to two. The only downside to it was that he had to know exactly where he planned to land himself next because it was near impossible to turn in midair to keep from flying into something. Like he had flown into that gun's range.
Soon enough, any and all signs of humans and their works disappeared, to be replaced with a couple of lanky trees, gold-brown dirt, and the occasional tumbleweed. The flatland soon gave in to rocky hills, dotted in some places with more greenery than the surrounding area, though only measly brush and a rare patch of tall grass.
Amadeus halted at the base of one of the many hills. A large boulder the same shade as the dirt was positioned against smaller rocks, and at first glance it seemed perfectly normal. However, when the great golden beast heaved it aside [it seemed to strain even him, but maybe that was just a bluff], it revealed a black, gaping hole from which hollow echoes and a foul, damp scent resonated.
"Now," the gruff voice of the monster demanded, "you go inside. If you're hungry, there are probably a couple of rats scurrying about inside. If not, good luck on finding a coyote or a puma around."
With that, he allowed the mouth-like entrance to swallow him.
[[ YOU SEE THIS POST!? TAKE THAT, WORLD! TAKE IT IN THE ASS! ]]
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 30, 2008 12:52:14 GMT -5
Sock watched as Amadeus shoved the mammoth boulder aside, even him seeming to have trouble with the thing. The black pit that had opened up in front of them did not look to be extreemly comfortable, but the silver werewolf was sure it was better than outside. Besides, maybe all the rats in there were all blind by now and wouldnt be able to see, let alone hear [because the werewolf was quite silent when he had to be] him until it was too late. Sock liked it like that, when it was too late. He could already feel the sharp halt of breath, the pure terror and then nothingness as his prey died in his jaws...
The gruff, and slightly pained [for Sock was good at detecting pain no matter how hard one tried to hide it] voice of the golden wolf pierced the air, making his demands known. Speaking of rats... It was as if Amadeus had read his mind. Well, that was fine for Sock, because he was starving. The bedraggled wolf limped into the cave after the alpha wolf, teal eyes piercing the gloom, practically the only thing visible except for Amadeus's glowing red eyes [he has red, right...?].
Sock sniffed the ground, instantly able to detect a rat. Drool dripping from his maw, the wolf quietly padded over to where it was, crouching down carefully in the last moments. Then all paws left the air, and as his claws sank into the pitiful creature, a harsh shriek rang through the air of the pest as it died. The werewolf grinned in pleasure, bending down to take a bite.
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Post by Sir Katydid Sethkins on Apr 2, 2008 16:43:06 GMT -5
Fox, of course, arrived last. She was in time to hear what Amadeus had said. As if I couldn't she thought to herself.
Normally, Fox would have dove at the simple challenge of finding a rat in the darkness, but tonight she was very, very ... to say pissy would be an understatement. Not only had that damned druggie turn out to be older, but he beat her. Plus she didn't even have an excuse for the latter. On the way, she had pledged that she would do whatever in her power to annoy the shit out of that fleabag, which was her specialty, seeing how she was the absolute definition of a bitch. So, to start, she decided to steal his catch.
Padding even more silently than he, she snuck up on him. Once she was close enough, she waited for the opportune moment. Just as he was about to take a bite, she struck. Lunging almost snakelike, Fox stole the catch, which turned out to be almost as big as her head. Nevertheless, the red female quickly finished it off.
Tossing her head and flashing a rather demonic victory grin, Fox commented, "Better move faster next time, druggie. You may be my elder, but you are certainly not better."
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Apr 15, 2008 20:21:27 GMT -5
Of coarse, his suspicious bust of luck just had to be ruined. And ruined by that annoying fox wolf, which was no surprise. Sock always knew that stupid she-wolf would only cause unwanted trouble. In his case, though, it was intolerable. And very unfortunate for the silver wolf. Because he was hungry. Really freaking hungry. And then this... this... scum came over and wolfed down his kill. And that really pissed Sock off. It wasnt a good thing when Sock got pissed off. When Sock got pissed off he felt like stabbing a syringe full of some sort of deadly drug into someone and watch them suffer. Or he'd feel like stabbing them with a knife, cutting patterns on their bodies and watching their guts spill out. Or he'd feel like pulling out one of his guns and shooting them, of coarse only after torturing them first.
It'd be nice to do one of those things, but at the moment he couldnt. Because he was too weak to transform back. Which is why he wanted to eat that freaking critter in the first place. Which is why instead of doing what he wanted to, he instead lashed out with a very hatred-filled response.
"You worthless bitch!" Sock spat, lashing out with a paw full of deadly-sharp claws, aiming to cut open Miss Red's nose. Which he reasoned was about as good as cutting someone with a knife. "You slime! You're making the wrong choice, messing with me. Do you know what I'm capable of?" His teal eyes glowed menacingly, full of hatred plus a crazed look. "You've just placed upon yourself a death wish. I know how to make your life so miserable you'd wish you were dead. You'll hurt so bad, you'll wish you never met me." These weren't empty promises, either. The werewolf's tone of voice suggested having done this before, possibly many times. His tone of voice suggested his being a professional psychopathic killer.
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Post by Sir Katydid Sethkins on Apr 16, 2008 20:07:56 GMT -5
Fox tried to duck the swipe, but one claw cut the tip of her nose. The she-wolf let out a cry of both anger and pain, backing up slightly. Had she not ducked, it was possible that her nose would have been not only sliced to ribbons, but torn off as well. While she was trying to lick the wound, she listening to every word, glaring acidic.
"You are the one making the wrong choice. You are familiar with the phrase, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'? Well you will burn hotter than the innermost ring of Hell for that insult to me, mutt." Fox's words were soon followed soon followed by a swipe to his face and lightning fast dash behind him. Using her speed to her advantage, she tackled him, pinning Sock to the ground with razor sharp claws.
"I would kill you now if I didn't think he would have use for you," she growled, motioning to Amadeus. "But once you outlive that, I will kill you fast and painfully." With a last swipe, the female gracefully jumped off the 'mutt'. With a final smirk and sashay, (don't ask how she does it, but she does), the bitch planted her butt on the ground and waited patiently for whatever was to happen next.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Apr 17, 2008 17:02:21 GMT -5
Sock didnt seem at all alarmed when the red werewolf lashed out, and was quick enough to escape her wrath, at least until she pinned him to the ground. Instead he just stared into her eyes, listening to her nonsense threats, smiling sickly. Yeah, like Miss Red was going to phase him. He'd heard enough death threats to kill off an army. And none of the threats had acctually been put into play, obvioiusly. But Sock wasnt going to grow overconfident over that. He never underestimated the enemy. That's how he'd lived so long.
The werewolf's silver eyes narrowed when he was slashed at once more, as this time the claws had managed to cut his shoulder. Red liquid oozed out, turning his silver fur red. Not showing any signs of pain, the silver beast calmly regained a dignified position and fixed icy eyes onto the bitch, the heart-freezing smile still on his face. Slowly he tilted his head to his cut shoulder, then started lapping up the blood dribbling from it, his eyes seeming to glow stronger. Even though it was his own blood, it would suffice enough for him to be able to transform back. He didnt nessesarily hate his were-form, but he found he couldnt function to his best ability when stuck in the body of a human. And so after a couple more minutes of staring, that's what he did. He transformed back, the instant he regained hands spent pulling out a shiny gun.
Sock ran his silver eyes over the detail in the device slowly, as if inspecting a piece of jewlery. He loved guns. He loved anything that could inflect pain. The teen licked his lips, smiling.
Then without warning a loud BAM echoed throughout the tunnels. A bullet lay embeded in the ground right in front of the foxwolf's foot, smoking.
"Woopsie," Sock whispered. "I got excited. I was just thinking of how I'd end your miserable life." He slowly looked up from the bullet and into Fox's eyes, then let out a pleasurable sigh that sounded like a mix between a dog whimpering and a laugh, eyes growing wide. "It's going to be wonderful," he murmured, stroking the gun. "It's going to be magnificent. I'll make sure you get special treatment, hmm? I could even take pictures, so I remember it... forever."
The druggie hadnt seemed to have heard the she-wolf's comment about his usefulness. As far as Sock was concerned, he was very, very useful. And this bitch wolf wasnt worth his time. He didnt even know why he was giving her special attention. Maybe it was because he felt a slight attraction towards her... Sock exhaled, sounding dissapointed, but his expression was otherwise unreadable. If only she hadnt made such a big mistake. But maybe Sock would have his fun with her, anyway... And then he'd make her dissapear.
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Post by .:Mink:. on Apr 17, 2008 20:31:37 GMT -5
All the while, Amadeus only stood by and watched the feud with an entertained expression. He was, of course, very much amused at the little brawl, but in addition to that, he was able to establish just how far they both would go to defend themselves. In other words, how dominant they thought themselves to be, and therefore the rank they might take on in the pack. They were both brash to a disturbing extent, and he particularly liked that. Better to be cocky than paranoid, in his opinion. Running away meant weakness. Only those with power stayed in an arms race.
This particular arms race, however, grew quickly into something of the literal sort when Sock decided to pull out a gun.
"Put that damn thing away!" the blond ordered in a raised voice that was not quite a yell, stepping quickly between the foxwolf and the human Sock. Though the silver bullets inevitably loaded in the gun could not hurt him, they were a threat to most other lycan. If he was to even think of leading a pack, he would have to establish that every life meant something to the clan as a whole.
Brown eyes darted from wolf to man when Amadeus turned slightly, taking in them both. "That's enough," he hissed in a quieter voice that was somehow more enforcing. He pointed a clawed finger at Sock, "Don't be so quick to draw. You're useful as long as you make due with medicine, not with guns. And you," he growled, turning his head to glare at Fox, "don't purposely provoke every moving thing." He paused a moment before a crooked smile overtook his face. "Though that has proven you overconfident enough to obtain a substantial role, if you get my drift..."
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Post by Sir Katydid Sethkins on Apr 17, 2008 21:37:37 GMT -5
Fox hadn't been paying attention until the gunshot rang out. She jumped back, landing with her back against the far wall. Before she could spring, the now humanified Sock's words stopped her in her tracks. Fox had never felt fear before. No, that emotion was for her. But the whispered words she heard caused adrenaline to pump in her veins and a momentary chill to settle in.
Of course, Amadeus's words about a certain position snapped her back into reality. "Oh, really?" She asked coyly, inspecting a claw. She then glanced at Sock, a gloating smirk on her face as she stretched out. She then proceeded to lay down, propping her head up on her paws. (This would be her definition of attempting to look cute and innocent.)
"So, what is the first order of business?" She asked. In her mind, she was quickly calculating the amount of moonrise she had left. It would be really, really bad if she was still cornered when the sun came up. Especially since that sack of fleas had revealed what exactly his revenge would entail.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Apr 18, 2008 16:37:41 GMT -5
Sock's eyes narrowed in a show of disgust when Amadeus stepped in between him and the fox wolf. Sure. Ruin his fun. Make him put his gun away. What kind of a pack was one where you couldnt use a freaking gun? But the teal-haired teen grudgingly obeyed, shoving the weapon into his belt. Not putting it back exactally where it came from. He figured he'd irritate the golden alpha by keeping it in view.
"As you wish, Amadeus Constantine," Sock whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. His silver eyes picked out the she-wolf from where she was pressed up against the wall. He could smell her fear, even though she managed to distinguish it shortly after it was apparent. So he was getting to her. Maybe she even realized his unspoken threat. Soon, soon, my precious, he thought to himself, smirking and listening to Amadeus make the bitch feel like she was acctually of use. For what? Annoying her enemies to death? Sock frowned in repulsion. If his alpha was going to pick a girl, he could at least have more taste.
"Let me know when you two are done having your little chat," the teen muttered, bending down to sit on large rock that lay on the slimy floor. His still-glowing silver eyes were hidden beneath the veil of his hair, though a smile was plain on his face. He pulled out his pack of cigarrettes, pulled one out and lighted it, then stuck it in his mouth and puffed smoke out dragon-style through his nose. He now appeared to look slumped and asleep, though in reality he was listening intently to every word, every intake of breath.
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Post by .:Mink:. on Apr 19, 2008 14:00:36 GMT -5
Every second, the little squeal of rage in the back of Amadeus's mind grew a bit louder thanks to how aggravating Sock was proving to be. It didn't take a genius to distinguish that the look on his face showed disapproval of the alpha's decisions. What alpha would take disapproval without being offended? Ammy didn't really care whether he was alpha or not, but being frowned upon in general was something he would not take lightly. Anyone who insulted him died. Was murdered. Slaughtered. He would have loved to take that damn Sock apart bit by bit, but logic triumphed over blind rage. The pack would need someone with medical skills, no matter how fxcking annoying they were.
Still, I don't have to prove myself to anyone, ran through Amadeus's head. If Sock thought he really was interested in Fox, let him think that. If he was just as blind as her, let him be. All the easier for Ammy--he didn't need to be a terrific actor to get good enough results. Packs looked stronger with two in charge. And this way, he could look strong but keep all the actual power for himself by wooing the bitch into readily agreeing with anything he did or said, by using one of the strongest powers on the earth, that wretched thing that everyone else was so obsessed with, love. Yes, Amadeus Constantine refused to love. That didn't mean he couldn't act. That didn't mean he had to prove himself to anyone that he was just acting. "Not even you," he hissed, barely audible, to the apparently sleeping Sock.
He turned on his heels slightly and addressed the gullible female, "You're going to need to know the corridors, then. This place is more of a labyrinth than a bunker tunnel." Nodding slightly in the direction of one of the three openings into the darkness, one different from the one they had entered through, he began to approach and enter it, assuming that he would be followed.
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Post by Sir Katydid Sethkins on Apr 29, 2008 20:11:00 GMT -5
[[wow Imma sorry for not poosting in so long -shot-]] The foxlike female followed Amadeus through the labyrinth for quite some time, not able to track the time in the utter darkness. It was just when they were passing a conveniently placed turret that she felt a strange pang. Glancing quickly out the turret, she saw that the night sky was begining to turn a lighter shade of blue with the coming of the dawn.
"Shit!" With that single word, the she-wolf crouched into a ball. Her other side began to take control. It would be slow, like the process of waking from a heavy sleep, but it would be fast enough. Gathering what was left of her strength, Fox sprang for the turret. She managed to wiggle rather quickly. Then she began to run.
Fox only made it a few paces before she collapsed. Bones and sinnew crackled as her body reformed. Red fur shrunk until only a mop of messy, unkept red hair remained on her head. Her face reformed into that of an older teenager's. Her body itself only shrunk slightly, though. After only a few moments, a badly dressed [in fashion wise] woman lay in the place of the foxy wolf.
Maria Sanser awoke with yet again no memory of the night's events. This was an every day thing. Standing slowly, the librarian lycan was unsurprized at the strange surroundings. She then stooped to pick up the large, leatherbound volume that had appeared at her feet. It was something she had always been grateful about; that book being there whenever she regained control.
It was then that she was granted a flash of the night before. It was of Her striking a deal with a large golden lycan. The blood drained from her already pale face, and her heart began beating much faster under her large [[-cough-]] chest. She had also recived a flash of a rather sickly looking lycan revealing his plans for Her, and ultimatly herself as well. Glancing around, she prepared herself for the others to pop out from somewhere, which would happen.
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