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Post by `"Kid" and "Kit" on Sept 26, 2010 20:24:04 GMT -5
"It's my pleasure to meet you, dear Syro." He bowed again, one paw lifting as his head craned down in noble greeting. A moment later he was standing on all fours, fidgeting lightly and looking around at their jungle surroundings. He was feeling a bit restless. Kid knew that someplace that little Myou was watching his every move. It gave him a sense of feeling rushed and he did not like it one bit. Luckily, the nervous energy only seemed to help convince the hermit that he was nothing more than a wee bit lost.
Dancing in a small circle, his floating tail wagged as his head nodded once in acknowledgment of what Syro had just said. "I'd greatly appreciate it if you could be my guide. I'm afraid I myself do not see others often as I'd like. A bit of company while trying to find my way out of this accursed place would be quite lovely! Please, lead the way. I'm afraid I'd rather not run across the pack that supposedly inhabits this place. While I admit I haven't heard much about them, I'm afraid what I have heard is enough to have me worried."
Kid took several steps in the direction he was sure Flynn was hiding before turning back to stare questioningly at the Keiyou. His smile was friendly as his head tilted to one side, tail wagging behind him in anticipation. He looked almost relieved to have an escort through the jungle. What sort of creature in his right mind wouldn't feel the security of strength in numbers while walking through a land of rumored killers? The stage was set. In a matter of minutes the curtain would rise for the greatest act, the climax. All Syro had to do was take the lead. Then the Sennyo would have him exactly where he needed to be. And if all played out well, Flynn would be receiving a front row seat.
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Post by The Creature Account on Sept 30, 2010 21:32:14 GMT -5
The sennyo wolf was a very polite one. Syro felt uncomfortable around one of such eloquence. His own voice sounded rough, and uncivilized compared to his new companion. His nose twitched and if he had not had fur, it would have been obvious that the wolf himself was blushing. Syro almost didn't notice the male as he stood up, and he blinked, stunned by the action. He wasn't exactly prepared for the male to move in such a fluid motion. He was lost and very overwhelmed by the situation; it was hard to get back into the groove of socialising.
Syro watched him dance, his eyes focusing on his tail. Such a flowy thing; the sennyo were such a weird breed. His eyes flickered onto the ground for a moment, but his attention was grabbed when Kid spoke. It seemed he was interested in his guiding assitance. That was good. "Heh, yeah, the pack here seems to have an interesting reputation. I've only heard snippets when they've wandered by, but they seem to be a shady bunch," he said, clearing his throat once more. It felt strange to talk so much.
"But I'd be more than happy to help you get out. You can just follow me and I'll lead the way," he tried to mirror the smile the sennyo sent him, but found it hard to do so. He frowned instead, and then, shaking his body lightly, rose completely out of his den and began wandering towards the edge of the territory. "Heh, Kid, you can follow me, we'll be out of here soon," he said, the cornered of his mouth twitching into a half smile.
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Post by `"Kid" and "Kit" on Oct 1, 2010 0:59:07 GMT -5
ooc: arty said I could powerplay. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you kindly!" The Sennyo glided back towards the hermit, giving a deep bow. He then circled around Syro once, pulling up along side him and planting a great big lick along the length of his cheek. It didn't matter that he was invading the male's personal space; Kid never minded such things. Flynn was only off the hook because he was so small.
"I really do appreciate this, dahlin'. You have no idea how much." As he trotted two steps behind the Keiyou Kid could not keep the grin off his face. For such a fast job it has still been too easy. Truthfully, had Kid wandered across the hermit on his own he probably would have left him be. He only enjoyed hunts that were challenging. Though a monster in wolf's clothing, the Sennyo was no sadist. His selected victims were always of the highest caliber, selected specifically for their strengths or power. Alphas and unhappy mates and the occasional sweet, naive little young adult were generally his prey of choice. They always had the most to lose whenever he took their lives.
A job was a job, however, and something told him he'd have to get used to having his targets preselected. These smaller kills would just have to serve as practice until he found his ultimate prey. It had been a long time since he'd had a real challenge. Hopefully this Mafia would prove to be fun. The Sennyo had no doubts about getting accepted. Sure, his flare for theatrics would probably rub most of the members the wrong way. That would only add to his fun though. His mastery of the art of murder was nigh undeniable. Little Flynn was in for quite a show.
Picking up his pace, Kid could only hope that they were in the general area of the shrew Myou. He was shoulder to shoulder with the Keiyou now and his friendly grin never faltered. Arching his neck slightly, his maw brushed against the male's ear as he released a silky whisper. "Hey, Syro..." His chuckle at the hermit's shocked expression said it all. Winking, Kid shot his head down and sunk his fangs into the other male's tender neck flesh. A sharp jerk severed most of the flesh, blood spurting from the carotid artery. In less than two minutes the corpse dropped to the ground, dead.
It had been a quick death, relatively painless. The Sennyo licked the blood from his lips as he surveyed his handiwork. Syro stared up at him, eyes glassy. That look of fear would forever be masked upon his face. At least he had the pleasure of no longer being able to feel, for the worst was yet to come. Again running his tongue up the hermit's cheek, Kid stood over the corpse with glee. It had been a while since he'd had his fun. And now that he'd started, it was almost impossible to stop. Gripping the back of the Keiyou's neck in his jaws, the Sennyo mounted the corpse while simultaneously digging into his meal. In a matter of minutes Kid devoured his prey totally and completely, satiating hunger he hadn't even realized was stirred.
Stained in blood and wholly satisfied, the ancient male removed himself from his morbid mess. He really hadn't left much. Syro had been reduced to a pile of bones and some loosely clinging fat, fur, and ligaments. Licking his lips, Kid eyed his handiwork with pride, transparent wings fluttering in delight. It really had been an amusing experience despite being so swift. He still preferred a real hunt, but hopefully Flynn would pleased.
Gracefully sitting himself down beside the ravished carcass, the Sennyo sat still as a statue, waiting in silence for the curtain to rise on the final act of his little play. It was only a matter of time before the loose ends would be tied neatly up in a lovely little conclusion.
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Oct 2, 2010 11:40:10 GMT -5
Flynn was vaguely surprised at how easily the hermit succumbed to fragile looking sennyo. There was mild disappointment that it was not a better prey item, however, for it being on the fly, it was a decent show of the skill. He lumbered out of the thicket. He looked over the kill, he took a few bites out of the remains, even chomping on a bone to suck the marrow, a small snack for the walk back to the central pack land.
He looked back up, it was an unorthodox way, yet there was a certain elegance to the way he handled the entire situation, this Kid. The mounting part was a little crude....but then again Flynn was just as crude in general. " Not bad Kid....I can see you fitting in well." He yawned, his morning patrols catching up with him finally, " We thrive on respect, so make sure that you know your place in the pack. I can see you moving up along the lines. We do not kill each other, unless one deserts." He felt he had to add that little bit, something told him Kid acted on his own morals. Even more so than the rest of the pack.
" As for rank...well....your methods are less brutish than the thugs we have. You use deception rather than brute strength....Even though we put the murders as thugs...I think that you might be better suited to be an Associate. I will run it by the Don...." With that he turned to start heading towards the den sites.
" If you have any questions...now is the time to ask...."
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Post by `"Kid" and "Kit" on Oct 3, 2010 2:23:45 GMT -5
Kid couldn't help but smile in delight at the appearance of the little Myou. Flynn seemed rather impressed with his work. Of course, even for as sloppy an event as this had been it was still a job well done. True to his nature, Syro's death had been mercifully quick before playtime had occurred. The Sennyo wasn't a sadist; torture was not a form of power that he took pleasure in. Such cruelty would only serve to place him on the same level as his father. Kid liked to think he was above such things.
Still, he couldn't help the look of disappointment as Flynn laid down some ground rules. Floating to his feet, the Sennyo trailed after him thoughtfully. Respect would never be an issue with him; it was nigh impossible for him to be anything but politely formal. Not killing the family, however... The whole purpose for joining a pack was to have a collection of potential prey. Of course, his best games always took years to complete so none of the Mafia were in immediate danger. It would be hard not to plan though. Living in close quarters with others was exactly how he determined who would be the most satisfying dinner.
Prancing along side the little Myou, Kid dropped his head so that his muzzle brushed slightly against the smaller wolf's ear. "I'm afraid I do have a few questions, if you don't mind, Master Flynn?" He didn't pull away as he mulled over his thoughts a moment, trying to figure out the least offensive way to ask what was on his mind. "Now, let me see if I've got this right. The pack is off limits, correct? Does that mean totally and completely, or am I still allowed to fantasize? And when will I get to meet this Don? I'd feel just awful if I don't get the chance to properly introduce myself."
As his voice trailed off he finally pulled his head up, falling behind the shrew's pace by two steps. His gait was much bouncier as he took a few moments to look around, taking in his surroundings. He could only assume they were headed towards the dens. Maybe that meant he would be meeting the others soon. If not, that was alright too. Kid actually preferred to familiarize himself with the land before he began picking through the various personalities he encountered. It always paid to have the territorial advantage.
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Post by Flynn on Oct 3, 2010 18:53:52 GMT -5
He did not bother to stifle a snarl at the unexpected touch of his ear. " I'm not deaf, you don't need to be that closeh." He may have snapped if he did not have his jaws on another bone that he picked up just before the walk began. Evidence of the deed for the Don, and to make another marker deeper in the wilderness of the pack-lands. "And yesh, the pack is off limits, unlessh someone decidesh they don't want to be a part of the family anymore....Then you can chase after them and kill them." His words were slightly muffed through his luggage. "Shure, fantisize all you want...but if you try to kill anyone in the family, you will be terminated." He was not much for beating around the bush, he figured that questions should be answered as straight forward as possible, to avoid confusion. " You will meet Sylvester in due time, no need to rushh. I'm shure he will be even less inclined to your...personal space than I am." Sure Flynn was not exactly comfortable with the closeness of the sennyo, but it did allow him to see him more clearly. He had his times where he was up in people's faces too, just because of his eyesight issues. Sylvester on the other hand...had personal space issues that seemed to have never really been voiced. But most knew to give him a wide girth.
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Post by `"Kid" and "Kit" on Oct 5, 2010 23:32:35 GMT -5
Kid didn't hide his chuckle, spine cracking slightly as he wiggled his neck in a brief stretch. He was beginning to like Flynn. The Myou was blunt and to the point. It was the exact opposite of the Sennyo's flowery speech and excessively long questions. He found it to be a different brand of intelligence, one that was rare in the world. For a snack, the shrew seemed wise beyond his years. Kid could honestly respect that. Maybe this Mafia would be more worth his time than he'd thought.
"A pity I'm not a fan of spree killing. Catching traitors just sounds so... garish. Even a jackalope would have little trouble against such feeble hearted creatures." The indignant snort that accompanied his words clearly showed his distaste at the idea. He'd outgrown such simple kills by the time he was half a century. Such quick hunts were child's play, not worth his time and far beneath his dignity. To the Sennyo it sounded like a training exercise for pups.
As for meeting the Don, the fleet-footed beast gave a slight nod. A sly grin curled up his muzzle as he stored that little tidbit of personal information. His steps were light and bouncy, see-through wings twitching in delight. He'd only just joined and already he knew how to get on the nerves of the highest ranking wolf among them. Dancing around Flynn, he couldn't help but chuckle again. That little Myou was definitely worth keeping around for a while.
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Post by Flynn on Oct 7, 2010 16:15:19 GMT -5
He didn't even bother to ask what was so amusing to the sennyo. He was a strange one, even for the Mafia's standards. it would be a nice face lift though, you didn't have to see clearly to know that the sennyo was attractive. Yes, making him an Associate might be the best course of action, especially if he didn't like the idea of spree killing. Associate were good at talking and manipulating if need be, the fact he was also a killer was just a bonus in Flynn's mind.
He merely grunted through his bone, "I'm shure you will find was to amuse yourself." He left it at that, letting the sound of voices fade into the jungle, only their steps were heard now. He didn't bother to ask if he had anymore questions either, if he had them he would ask them.
He was just focused on returning to the dens with the new recruit, he knew the other members would more than likely talk to him. Or, perhaps Kid would talk to them on his own accord. Either way, Flynn's job was almost done for the day.
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