Rache
Hellion Mafia
Pup[M:0][A:9]
Kitten
Posts: 61
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Post by Rache on Nov 19, 2011 14:41:59 GMT -5
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Narration "Talking"
Rache was pleased the she had been successful in capturing the lupus pup's attention. Though she couldn't say as much for his boisterous attitude. Honestly, there was no need to yell. His demand that he was to be the one who won whatever game they played peeve her a bit. Rache didn't like loosing, but it would do no good to piss off the runt.
"You can win as long as you don't mess up my fur," She settled, her voice a bit curt, " Of course I'd have to know what game we are playing." Rache thought back to when Echo and her had played a kind of tag. That game didn't really have winners. Playing that would be best for pride and dignity. The young she-wolf was just about to suggest that when another pup appeared. She sniffed at the other pup's lack of attention to her. He was too busy trying to get Banshee to watch the fighting with him. Rache figured this was the other male pup in the Don's litter, the second son most likely.
She sighed, if she must go watch the brutish spot she would. Killing and fighting was fine and all, as long as Rache herself wasn't getting her paws dirty. They hybrid was waiting for Banshee's decision when the Donna showed up. She backed up a bit from the angry and worried mother. Mother were dangerous when they were scared or angry, Rache should know, especially full grown lupus mothers. Wide brown eyes looked up at the she-wolf sweetly when she asked who Rache was.
"My name is Rache, Donna," she dipped her head in a polite bow," I am Daedalus' apprentice." She didn't mention her parents. Obviously they hadn't been part of the change of leadership and they would give her no merit in the new pack hierarchy.
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Ajax Sethos
Hellion Mafia
Enforcer[M:0][A:7] [SG:0]
Posts: 30
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Post by Ajax Sethos on Nov 26, 2011 17:33:03 GMT -5
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The twisted thoughts left his mind immediately when he saw Thana darting for his throat yet again so he dropped into a crouch. Then snapping sound of jaws closing echoed around his ear, and he jerked his head away causing a ripping sound. He had lost his ear. He was earless! That bitch! That fucking, heartless, damn bitch! He screamed shrilly, expressing his rage into a sound. The volume rose and kept rising, almost reaching to the point where he almost cracked his voice. He saw a piece of his ear dangling from her jaws and his wailing halted and his throat felt raw. No pain, but the sensation. It was as if someone had burnt it and raked their claws down it at the same time. His red eyes gleamed once before the eyelids dropped as he felt paws on top of his head and his chin hitting ground once again. He stayed there, sprawled out on the ground for a while; allowing his rage to drown him. He felt the white hot substance tickling his paws, legs and chest. Then it erupted and he leapt to his paws, surprisingly fast for his... curse.
He saw her laughing at her. It had done nothing but to spur his fury even further. So Ajax darted forwards and attempted to use the whole of his body weight as he tried to ram her down. He shook himself and his jaws transformed into a salivating, snapping machine, biting everything he could get hold of hard. His main target was her head, her throat and especially her ear. His face was contorted with anger and desire for blood. There were traces of a desire to avenge as well to do his job. Job of killing all of the mortuis. He had originally decided to erase that thoughts but after missing an ear he... Well, it had appeared in his mind once again and caught hold of it, refusing to budge.
He ignored the previous silent, mocking beg of the female. Not ignore really. it was more like he did not hear it. All he could hear was the loud pulsing of blood and adrenaline. It would be hard for anyone to shake him off of his focus, of his bloody intent now that he couldn't hear and see anything except the black form of the opponent. Everything ceased to exist for him apart for this bitch. He felt the constant clacking of jaws as he kept snapping violently at every parts of her body.
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Dædalus
Hellion Mafia
Specialist[M:-305][A:6] [SG:0]
Somatra
Posts: 64
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Post by Dædalus on Nov 28, 2011 9:20:39 GMT -5
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Daedalus watched the night's proceedings with intense scrutinizing eyes, a lot was occurring in the little clearing, and between the fights, the guest performance and the arrival of the Don's pups...Don's pups?! Opening his eyes wide he watched with apprehension as Rache approached one of the small fur balls, attempting to befriend a pup so young could be dangerous. His apprehension turned to fear at the Donna appeared, strong and powerful the new mother did not appear particularly happy and he quickly made his way over in fear for his apprentice.
Coming up behind Rache he stood partially in front of the little debonair pup, trying to take the attention away from her. "Good evening madame, my compliments on your fine pups. You needn't fear any danger from miss Rache, I am sure she was simply looking out for their best intentions, she is a bright one indeed." Cocking his head to the side he regarded the Donna, a bright look in his eyes. Surely she could not hold such good intentions against his pupil? His wings fluttered nervously, the last time he had met the Donna she had given his an electric charge that had distorted his powers for the following couple of days as it seemed the electricity interfere with the flow of his powers.
Nudging Rache along with his deep green maw he raised his head and said to the Donna, "We will just be off now, but if you ever need someone with which for your pups to play with Miss Rache would only be too obliged, she is the most darling of ladies." His small fangs appeared from under his encouraging smile, sharp and pointed they gleamed in the firelight. Turning to his charge he ushered the lovely dear away from the Donna and her potentially deadly bolts, long tail flicking back and forth. Lowering his long and graceful neck he whispered, "Good show dear, good show, getting close to the Don's heirs, just as I would have expected from one so intelligent. Perhaps we had best wait for a more opportune moment, the Donna appears rather agitated tonight." He gave Rache an affectionate pat on her head, fixing up a couple of disgruntled bands of fur and nodding his head in approval. "Perfect as always!"
Making his way back over to Vanya he failed to remember that due to his proximity to the Donna the flow of his power had been disrupted, thereby he had omitted reinstating his emoticon manipulations. "So sorry my dear, how brutish of me to leave you alone on such an occasion." He moved closer to nudge her shoulder with his nose. Turning his head over his shoulder he spoke to Rache, "Now tottle off Miss Rache, many have yet to enjoy the lovely opportunity to make your acquaintance and if your are to become the dazzling socialite you are surely destined to be then you shall have to make your presence known." His student was a fast learner, already she had figured out that she would need to befriend the Don's heir to gain a place of respect among the pack. Power spoke sweet mutterings of deceitfulness to wolves in this pack, and one who had befriended the elite was of great value indeed.
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Banshee
Hellion Mafia
Underboss (Mafia Heir)[M:0][A:3] [SG:0]
Can you resist?
Posts: 36
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Post by Banshee on Nov 28, 2011 9:46:54 GMT -5
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Banshee grinned in pure pup delight as his brother made his way into the clearing. It did not bother him that the other heir had found his way through the jungle as well for Banshee had done it first. Crouching into a hunting position he wiggled his hind quarters and leapt at his brother with a little growl of greeting. Trying to drag him into a tackle but instead ran smack into the rock where his brother had been standing but a split second before. Shaking his head he backed up, giving the older pup a glare, somehow it was her fault he had missed. Puffing his chest up indignantly he strode purposely past the yellow wolf, throwing his paw out in a swipe to try and mess her fur up. "No fun, and I am not a girl so I am going to watch the fight like a big wolf." Stopping and looking over his shoulder he noted proudly, "And one day I will be able to fight all the wolves and win." His little eyes gleamed in anticipation of such a glorious day and he strutted past the female, confident in his abilities.
Running to catch up to his brother he slipped by his father's gaze, eyes gazing upward at the lupus. He hunched down slightly, creeping by as his larger puppy paws treaded carefully on the ground. Finally past his poppa he skipped over to Tearen, eyes looking at the gruesome fight as his tail wagged happily. What fun, he thought! The pair of wolves looked like they were falling apart and Banshee laughed, they looked so funny with pieces hanging here and there. Nudging his brother he pointed out, [color=silver"Bet poppa will let them fall apart before he stops the fight, think we could get a bone?" Raised in the heart of the jungle the large pup was already getting a taste for fighting, his rambunctious nature feeding off the spectacle before him with a ferocious youthful appetite.
Just then the dreaded happened and his eyes caught sight of his momma, his shoulders immediately hunching down. The lick on the top of his head caused his fur to stand up in odd ends and he groaned."But momma, sis was ok, that prisoner was looking after her. I just wanted to show you I can leave the den all on my own and see? I made it through the jungle all alone! I am a big wolf now." He looked up with big eyes, tail wagging slowly in hope as his little paw nudged his mother's large one. Curling his tail up he weaved in between his mom's paws, sitting down against her warm fur contentedly. Looking around one leg Banshee gave Rache a devilish grin, she was going to be in trouble now!
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Tearen
Hellion Mafia
Mafia Prince[M:0][A:3]
I can lift you up or bring you down: Choose.
Posts: 25
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Post by Tearen on Nov 30, 2011 17:26:13 GMT -5
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"Speaking" He watched the fight with curiosity, his silver eyes wide in the firelight: Why were they doing that? How did they do that? Would he have to do that when he got older? He wondered, his head cocked to a cute angle, pensive frown upon his face. He gave a small smile to Banshee when he joined them, and quickly focused on the fight again. It was a moment before he realized his mother was there, and he gave a jump, startled by her arrival. She licked him on the head, and he smoothed it over with his paw where the fur had ruffled: He loved his mother, but sometimes he just wanted to get away from the den.
Next she questioned Rache, and his eyes went from the fight to the yellow female and his momma: He didn't see anything wrong with her, so long as she wasn't a pest or anything like that. He wondered what was going to happen. Banshee seemed to want her to get in trouble, he wondered why: He felt nothing with regards to her, she was simply... There, like the rest of the wolves. Then a real colorful wolf came, with odd colorful things on his back. He stared at them: What were they? Wings? Flowers? They looked like butterfly wings! He left with the yellow pup, and he returned his attention to the fight.
"Hi momma, we're just watching the fight..." He tried to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes darted suspiciously to the side, not quite meeting her eyes: He knew he shouldn't have run away, but he didn't regret it. he was sure his parents would have thought it was a necess... He puzzled for a second: Necessary risk to take.
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Hysteria
Hellion Mafia
Specialist[M:0][A:9]
Ethereal
Posts: 33
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Post by Hysteria on Dec 3, 2011 14:33:42 GMT -5
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The female leaned casually against Kratos, taking any opportunity to touch him. She copied his attitude, keeping her red eyes on the events of the battle. In her peripheral vision she watched the impressive male beside her, admiring the way the shadows accentuated his muscles.
"My name's Hysteria." She said, not giving into the temptation to turn toward him. "But you can call me Hysty if you'd like." Her fluffy tail lightly brushed against his back, snaking through the thick spines.
Most of her attention was on Kratos, but she was still able to enjoy the fight between the Mortui. Their species intrigued her, as she had never encountered a wolf of their kind, let alone two at once! Her lusty eyes took in the bloody scene, following the movements of the battlers. She idly wondered when she would have the opportunity to show off her talents, not only for the Don and Donna, but also for her gentleman company.
"So you and the Don know each other..?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Are you thinking of sticking around here for a while? I know a few wolves who would be delighted by that piece of news."
Before she could hear an answer, Hysteria was suddenly aware of the haunting presence of Ebony. Her aqua colored head tilted in the female's direction. If it had been any other time, Hysty would have been happy to include Ebony in the conversation. But at the moment she disliked having her time with the mysterious Kratos interrupted.
"And who might you be, loner?" Her tone of voice hinted at the fact that Ebony was not welcome here, but the sweet smile on the hybrid's face contradicted the sharp edge of her words.
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Scorch
Hellion Mafia
Don[M:-1220][A:3] [SG:0]
Somatra
Posts: 299
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Post by Scorch on Dec 5, 2011 8:10:52 GMT -5
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Scorch watched the fight with intense scrutinizing eyes, if there was one thing he simply adored it was pitting two wolves against each other and seeing the results. A cold smile of enjoyment was laced upon his maw as he sat up top his throne, if he was inclined he would have let the pair fight until neither of them could stand, but they were pack mates and he had taken a creed to not cause unjust harm to his subjects. He watched for but a bit longer before he decided he had certainly seen enough, the decision was made and their place settled. His voice rang out, "Cease!" One sharp and clear command for more than just the fighting pair, now a verdict was to be delivered.
"You both fight with grand techniques and an evident drive to conquer, however one of you has shown what I really search for in mafia members; a pure enjoyment for the fight and a lust for their opponent's blood." Snickering at the last thought he was not afraid to admit that he not only searched for abilities but attitude as well, it was what made the mafia so notorious for even if one of their own was brought down they would go down with a mean attitude and fighting tooth and nail. "It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you your new Capo and winner of this fight, Thana! As a reward for his participation and show of quality fighting Ajax may occupy the position of Enforcer." He gave them a searching smile, they had both performed well tonight.
"To commemorate those with distinct brain power I now promote Hysteria and Daedalus to Specialists! All promotions pending on one month trial, do not fail me or the mafia. The promoted may be the first to feast on our fallen stag, the rest may follow suit." He made a sweeping gesture of his paw in the butchered white stag's direction. Done with his official business Scorch gave each of the promoted a bow, an honor in itself on his part. His duty done he removed himself from his throne to commence his rounds. Surprise and delight lit his face when he saw the Donna and his mate make an appearance and he sauntered over.
Naturally the new mother was worried about her pups, but if the Don could but appease her they might make a delightful evening of the matter. Nuzzling her neck he whispered in her ear, "Hello my Donna, might you have room for but a humble Don in your heart?" He gave her ear a couple quick licks before leaning down to nuzzle his pups. The boys were as healthy as horses and as mischievous as his own heart. Pride light up his eyes when he looked at them and he puffed his chest out. They would make great future leaders, Tearen with his already cold and clear decision making and Banshee with his boastful strength. "You brats mind you mother now." He said affectionately. Already the devils were smart enough to escape the den and test the unknown, surely a good sign of strong character.
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Thana
Hellion Mafia
Capo[M:-100][A:7]
Posts: 34
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Post by Thana on Dec 8, 2011 19:01:31 GMT -5
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Thana was about to dive in to attack again, when a commanding voice interrupted her attempt. A mock pouting look crossed her face, but she immediately halted and turned to gaze upon her Don. She realized that she was holding something in her mouth. Ahahaha! She had frickin bit off his ear! Thana could jump up and dance around wildly, waving the severed ear in the other mortui's face, but she dropped it triumphantly and licked her bloody lips. Yes, she had got the ear with a large expense, in fact she was torn up in quite a few places, but she had damn bit off his ear! She cackled in glee, then fell silent when the Don began to speak.
Her skeleton tail wagged wildly, her face like a young pup, looking for approval. The Don was her master, and she would have it no other way. She basked in the glow of any approval he might give her, and any angry words from him, and she would punish herself. It could be a curse and a gift; being incredibly loyal. Thana glanced down at the severed ear, oh how pretty, it was nice and white. Her head snapped up toward the Don when he finished his speech. Here it was. Who would win? Her brow furrowed in worry; a trait Thana rarely ever showed. She visibly leaned forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. The suspense was killing the impatient black mortui, and it took her a moment to register what Scorch had said... She had won.. Damn right she had won!
Her tail wagged furiously, and she let out a bone-chilling bark of triumph. The cheeky wolf smirked at the other fighter, then was struck with a oh-so tempting idea. It would be evil. It would be cruel. It would be something that was ensure her an enemy. A twisted smirk was on her face, then she bent down, picked the ear up, and ate it. It was rotting flesh, which wasn't as pleasant, but she would do it again, just so she could see the look on the one-eared wolf. Thana cackled with a wicked glee; it was obvious that the she-wolf was not in her right mind. And she loved it. It was actually much easier to go through life without really a care in the world, indulging in blood and fighting, talking back to almost anyone you liked, and really just not care. Oh, but he was going to care about her eating his ear. The scent of blood was thick in the air, Thana had just won a fight and eaten her opponent's ear, and the Don had approved.
Thana grinned, and turned back to the other mortui. "You see? I warned you, but nooo. And lookie here! You lost an ear!" Thana had a bright and bubbly grin on her face, which would not have been there for most wolves. She was rather torn up, and had lost quite a lot of her blood. However, being a mortui gave her that handy little advantage of not feeling anything, it wasn't really that big of a problem. Unfortunately, that meant that the male wasn't feeling any pain from losing his ear. Still, she thought any sane wolf would rather have a set of ears rather than one.
Thana nodded respectfully to the other wolves who had been promoted, then managed a sort of jerky head movement toward her former opponent. She also bowed back to the Don, pleasure etched in her rotting face. She licked her lips, yes, the two mortui would not be able to taste the stag, but it was really the offer that mattered. Thana gave a mock smile to the one-eared male, and said teasingly, "Would you like to do the honors?"
An evil grin was on her features, oh how she loved torturing him like this. One, she had bit his ear off, two, she had eaten his ear, three, now she was being mockingly polite to him.
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Post by KRATOS on Dec 14, 2011 10:14:33 GMT -5
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It had been countless seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours, that the Yagi had sat, motionless upon his crag, a simple jagged blade of stone that jutted outwards over the mossy jungle floor. For a moment, he found himself reminiscing of the days when he had feared such formations, back when he had been a mere helpless pup, in those last moment in which his mother tried to end his life.
For a second or two, his bright gaze seemed to mist over as recollections returned to him, memories spurred by the half-familiar landscape that surrounded him. And like a faded photograph, it was washed out by years of rain and bleaching in the sun. He was jarred quite abruptly from his thoughts though, as the hybrids dangerous slur resonated within his perked audits once more. Cursing his lapse in caution, the brute stretched out his neck to relax, a sickening crack releasing him from his thoughts. Hysteria. My, my, what an intriguing name for such an intriguing female.
The thick fur that ran the length of his spine bristled with pride as she both questioned and complimented him. His mind searched for the perfect venom to counter her words, to make her feel just as good. Perhaps he could stay for a little while. If this bird intended to stick around and give him some much needed..... hospitality then who was he to deny her the pleasure? However an interruption would force him to do it another time. The rhythmic sound of one approaching had come to a stop, and a devious voice resounded from somewhere nearby, beside the hybrid. Another female had greeted them, a large, striking black Myou female. Abandoning his game of cat and mouse, the behemoth turned to face the stranger that had come to crash the party.
His intense ruby gaze ran over her silky, velvet like pelt in subtle awe. The flames of the night dance peculiarly upon it, inviting to some, but no so to others. A thick grin slid across his maw, revealing his yellow tainted sabre eerily. The tension did not go unnoticed by the brute. There was no need, they could both have him. Together or separately, after all- sharing was caring, right?
Averting his gaze to rest upon the endings of the fight in front of them, Kratos leaned over to let one thick spike caress his first fair maidens back gently. Her agitation made him swell even more-so with pride, and he couldn't wait to delight her in what she so eagerly sought. "Evening stranger, Hysteria. I am Kratos, here to serve any and all whims in which you may acquire."
He looked down at the green hybrid, a brief wink gracing her eyesight before turning away again. He would have to quell his thoughts, his body was starting to respond in a manner that would not be appropriate in this time or place.
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Vanya
Aurelian Enclave
[M:-170][A:6]
Love is like a Butterfly..
Posts: 39
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Post by Vanya on Dec 15, 2011 14:42:52 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(335), w(340),sy] The orange sennyo watched everything without even taking it in, but she was enjoying it. Normally, Vanya would be freaked out by where she was and who she was with, but the emotions Daedalus had been feeding her changed how she was, and so the festival seemed like a splendid affair. However, it was then that the Donna made her way into the midst of the celebrations, and Daedalus hurried off. The fake emotions slowly faded away, and Vanya blinked. Why the hell was she here? Good lord, was she in the jungle? And, god forbid, were these Mafia wolves all around her?
She looked down at her vibrant fur, that was speckled with mud. Being the vain and selfish creature she was, she smoothed and cleaned her fur with a few licks, while watched the area out of the corner of her dark eyes. She tried desperately to remember, and then it came back. There was Daedalus, in the swamp, asking her to come with him. Daedalus was behind this?! Vanya's black eyes narrowed, and then she looked up. Speak of the devil. Daedalus's smooth voice sounded, and suddenly she realized that she had been overreacting. This was all perfectly fine. In fact, it couldn't be better. Did it really matter that she was in a clearing with the most bloodthirsty and vicious pack? No, of course not, Vanya thought.
The bright orange sennyo laughed, and said, "No, no, it is quite alright, Daedalus. I'm sure it is in your nature to watch out for those in a spot of trouble." She motioned to the pup -Rache, was it?- with her nose, and flashed a smile at the pup. It was quite curious, actually. The little pup was like a smaller Vanya. Before now, Vanya hadn't met anyone like her. But it was not like Vanya to worry about things that would not really affect her, so she turned her attention back to the charming Daedalus. "Interesting creatures, aren't they?" she asked, nodded toward the mortui. Vanya was a bit taken back when the ugly black one ate the ear that she had severed, but the emotions Daedalus was giving to her diluted her shock and disgust greatly. Somewhere, far off in the back of Vanya's mind, she knew the emotions were unlike her. But Daedalus was no amateur at emotions, and it would be a quite a wile until Vanya figured that out. [/scrolly]
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