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Post by baba on Jun 12, 2011 23:47:30 GMT -5
Baba trotted after the jackalope, her long strides helping her reserve her energy as the bunny with horns darted from through the trees, trying to escape her. Laughter bubbled up from behind her teeth as she pounced, her poison fangs silking into the rabbit. She pinned it to the ground, reveling in the feeling of it's terrified heart pumping her few drops of poison through its' body paralyzing it. She tore into it even as it still breathed, devouring it slowly. She didn't understand why she tortured prey this way, just that it sent shivers of excitement through her. Basically, it made her hot. She chuckled as she finished her meal. It had been a while since she had eaten wolf meat... Baba licked her chops as her fangs folded back against the roof of her mouth. She could remember the succulent taste of the delacy... Goodness she could practically smell it! Wait.... Lifting her nose into the air and letting her forked tongue slip out of her maw, she tasted and smelled the air. No that smell of wolf was real... "Goody." The hiss wrapped itself around her mind, her second soul coiling itself deep within her. "These wolves... They are like you, the place smells of death. Call to them...
Without further hesitation, Baba lifted her black and scaly maw and let rip a hissing howl that echoed eerily off each trunk and leaf, rolling above the trees. She beckoned the highest power available to her, asking admittance into the lands if not the pack. She enjoyed the notes that hissed off her forked tongue. She couldn't help it, she could speak well enough, but some things just didn't come out right. Baba had learned to be proud of this, the mark of a true snake being.
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Flynn
Hellion Mafia
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Post by Flynn on Jun 14, 2011 11:21:35 GMT -5
Flynn was started from his mid-morning, after second-breakfast snack nap. The shrew in him raised the alarm bell as a scent floated to his nares. The beady-eyed myou shrugged off his sleep and sat up under the bush he had been curled under. The palm-like leaves of the fern shielded him from most things, but the scent that came to him gave him dread.
Another snake. For the love of the Great Spirit and all things edible, why did it have to be another snake? His tattered ears flickered forward as he heard the hiss, demanding attention of the authority of the pack. He growled, exposing his red-capped fangs. His own bite had it's own version of toxicity that came along with his second-soul. But with that advantage also came the fact that he was part rodent. He bristled his gray hackles, he hated it when new members made demands. They had no right to demand anything, and they would not get a high rank with the attitude of entitlement.
His clawed paws pushed him to his feet as the small wolf slipped from his haven. His whiskers flared and his ears twitched, pinpointed the scents and sounds that would lead him there. He could smell fresh blood, that was enough of a tell as it was. He followed the scent, carefully picking his was through his own personal game paths he had created over the years of living here.
He came up behind the stranger, far enough away to be out of striking distance, he gave another warning growl as he looked at the large wolf. "What do you want?" His voice was a bit raspy and gnarled, akin to an older man yelling for kids to get off his lawn, even though he was not quite of that age yet.
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Post by baba on Jun 20, 2011 22:58:06 GMT -5
(Gah post got deleted.... must... regain...muse...)
Baba's ears pricked at the sound of another being behind her. She remained faced away until it spoke. His scent wafted its way toward her nostrils. Definitely male and.... rodent? She felt her insides react to the prey smell of him, but Tox managed to catch her before her brain switched over to hunting mode. No Baba... This one isn't food... Smell deeper... Baba took a quiet but deep inhalation through her mouth where her more sensitive smell receptors lay. You are right... he smells of pack...Now be kind... we want on his good side Baba rolled her eyes in response to her black mamba soul. Of course, even she knew that.
Baba stood and turned slowly toward her fellow myou. I'm sorry if my call offended you sir... I was just excited is all. This place smells... She smiled and looked straight at him. Like paradise... I was wondering... Is this the legendary Mafia territory? I have been searching for it since I hit this side of the mountains. It would be a large relief to have finally reached my destination. She smiled a toothy smile at him, her fangs slightly exposed. It wasn't all a lie. She had heard of the Mafia pack and had thought them interesting to check out. If this was it then there was no reason to travel much further. The smells had proved the stories correct. That just left the acceptance, and it might be hard getting past this Shrew. Literally.
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Flynn
Hellion Mafia
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Post by Flynn on Jun 21, 2011 10:54:30 GMT -5
Flynn made sure to keep his distance, keeping his beady eyes on the silhouette of the beast before him. Oh how he hated most snake-myou. Yet they were useful and a nice addition to the pack. His whiskers fanned out not wanting to drop his guard for a second around this one. It reminded him of his mate's sister. Another black mamba myou? He didn't care if it was the same species of second spirit, a snake was a snake.
His tattered ears flickered as the snake spoke. The shrew in him was all bristly and guarded. "The Mafia does not let just anyone in. You have to prove your self, not just say you've been looking." His thinly furred tail flicked back and forth. He stood as tall as his fifteen inches of height would allow, lips still curled in a silent warning. His red-capped teeth glistened with toxic saliva.
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Post by baba on Jun 29, 2011 22:43:48 GMT -5
Baba laughed, her fangs shimmering in the sun. Oh sir I would never expect such a prestegious pack to accept new comers without some sort of trial. She locked her eyes back on the shrew myou and watched him. He obviously didn't like her... Oh well she was used to such feelings of hatred towards one of her type. Snakes were a large cause of death in some places, and rodent myous had a special place on their lists for one such as her.
Her eyes romed the shrew myou. This male looked stressed and angery, not that she blamed him. She had just trespassed upon his territory and was probably one of the worst myous he could find to his liking. He was also baring his teeth, but not in teh way that made Baba feel good. His teeth were tipped with red and his breath smelled of toxins all the way over here. She felt good that she had immunity to most toxins, but she still knew they would hurt like the devil while her body fought them off. He was going to be a tough nut to crack. She knew she could be a good addition to this pack... she just had to prove it. Well, sir, tell me. What must I do to earn a place among the Mafia?
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Flynn
Hellion Mafia
Specialist: Cleaner & Underboss[M:30][A:5]
Cypress
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Post by Flynn on Jul 1, 2011 17:14:02 GMT -5
For once in his life, he wanted Rosella with him. However he doubted she was near by, she had been teaching their pups hunting techniques. He had handled most pack joining on his own, but when the last two snakes had joined he had the back up of the Don. They had hunted together then....maybe he should do that this time.
His tattered ears flickered a little, "You have to show me that you are not a useless freeloader. That you respect the authority, and do as you are told without question. " She shifted a little, not letting his sense wane for a moment. The snakes had to earn his trust more than the others that joined the pack. The idea of having an all snake hit squad was appealing, considering he controlled that group more than most of the groups. However, this one would have to earn it.
He grunted and lifted his head to hers, "Hunt for me. Let me watch you. Don't lose me, yet still manage to get your prey." It would be similar to taking a pup on the first hunt, but he at least had the tact to keep his tongue.
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