Hafalong Rambling
Hellion Mafia
Underling[M:-675][A:9]
Tategami's Crazy Baby
Posts: 158
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Post by Hafalong Rambling on Sept 18, 2011 13:28:49 GMT -5
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If there had been any remorse in the heart of Tiatsu when he left the packlands of the Phillia Alliance, it was gone now. He hadn't been there long, shuffled in as a Fighter, and then boosted to a guide. He hadn't known what to do anyways, so perhaps it was better this way.
His paws had lead him out of the meadow, and his wings had carried him to the jungle. Now, sitting in the center of the trail, he wondered what had possessed him to do such an idiotic thing. He hated the Mafia. They were sneaky, murderous bastards!
But isn't that what I am now, too? he thought bitterly.
Mortus floated beside him, a look of concern on the flesh side of his face.
"Hey, buddy?" he asked, "Mind tellin' me what we're doing here?"
Tiatsu didn't look at his friend. He sat stiffly. He knew that Mortus knew why they were there, but somehow saying it aloud would make the fact that Tiatsu had been denying suddenly, unavoidably real. Mortus was hoping that perhaps by saying it, his friend would realize how stupid he was acting, not knowing how wrong he was.
I'm loosing my mind.
It was that simple. The pouch he had tied around his waist, looped around him by an earth-element lupus, jiggled faintly. It was this little pouch that finally forced Tiatsu to come here. He didn't want to. He really didn't want to. A dark feeling crept across his heart, a feeling he recognized all to well.
He turned to Mortus.
"L-look..." he said, "I don't really know what's going to happen to me for awhile. You've seen what it's like when I... well, you know. You also know that trying to to snap me out of it only makes it worse, so..." he looked down, then back up, staring into the empty socket of Mortus's skull-face. He could see the thick jungle foliage behind it, and shivered, "So no matter what, don't try to remind me of who I am. I think that as long as you can keep me calm, everything will be okay, I just... I can't stay in the Alliance like this. If I'm here, then when I do... loose it, then at least there won't be innocent wolves getting hurt."
"I'll see what I can do, buddy." he said sincerely. Tiatsu smiled faintly, then stood up, padding further along the trail. As he walked, his smile turned into a demented curl. His tail began to wag faintly, a tiny giggle spilled from his lips.
"Helloooo?" he howled, "Anybody theeere? Helloooooooo?" in his pouch, the eyes of his past victims, his little treasures, rolled around. The thought of them made him giggle again. Joining the Mafia would give him plenty of chances to expand his collection! What fun!
A brief thought flickered across his mind-
What the hell am I doing?!
-and then was gone. Hafalong trotted a little further. Excitement made his heart speed up. He panted, a demented gleam in his eyes.
Behind him, Mortus hovered, looking at Hafalong sadly. Somewhere, deep down, he couldn't help but blame himself. If only he hadn't decided to cling so desperately to the poor wolf--!
But the past was the past. He lay his head on Hafalong's shoulder, earning a confused but also cheerful smile.
"I'm sorry, buddy." he said softly, and then awaited the appearance of whoever it was who would take Hafalong into the Mafia.
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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 Sept 18, 2011 16:17:35 GMT -5
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There it was, not only the scent of an intruder, but that of one already part of another pack and the thought of different pack member in his lands infuriated the male lupus. Decisively this matter had to be taken care off, no one could possibly intrude and hope to do so unscathed, at least he would finally get the lick of blood he had been craving of late. He set off at a fast sprint, nose pointed straight ahead as he swiftly melded from one shadow to the other in the jungle that he had claimed as his own, tail flowing behind him. He had his family and future pups to protect as well as the integrity of the pack to uphold.
Scorch paused on the edge of the meadow to observe the trespasser, noting the odd black and white pelt and flowing wings. Despite his interesting appearance Scorch did not find his presence interesting or amusing in the least. Stalking out into the open he materialized from the darkness, head held tall and tail straight as his powerful muscles almost inched forward with a killer intent. As he approached he noted his own specter tailing along for the ride, the great beast of a wolf prowling the jungle's borders, the constant smile plastered on his face seeming to indicate a morbid interest in the whole affair. But for once his horridly empty gaze was not focused on the fire lupus but on the trespasser. Why so, wondered Scorch? There was something...different...and yet similar about this one...but no matter for it changed nothing.
With a leaping run he landed directly in the path of the male, flames bursting through his blood red and black fur as he snarled aggressively, "You better have a damn good reason for trespassing in the Mafia's lands!" Slamming one paw down of the ground he left a deep burn in the earth, a severe look upon his face. He would be fair; he would give the wolf a chance to speak before the Don decided whether to dispose of him, or hold him prisoner. A chuckling resounded from the specter, "Well well, aren't we a tad touchy Scorchie dear? Haven't you noticed yet you wretch? No, I don't suppose you have, and guess what? I am not going to tell you!" A new wrenching chuckled issued as maggot fell from within his decomposing carcass, falling on the ground to scramble away, as though even they found the sight of the ghost revolting. What was the ghost talking about? The thought was maddening and frustrated the male beyond belief, there was a piece he was simply missing...
Scorch's Song
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Hafalong Rambling
Hellion Mafia
Underling[M:-675][A:9]
Tategami's Crazy Baby
Posts: 158
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Post by Hafalong Rambling on Sept 18, 2011 17:18:21 GMT -5
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Hafalong's ears twitched forward as the lupus landed before him, all flames and growls. He smiled, his tail wagging.
"Impressive!" he said, meaning it, "Exactly what I would have hoped for!" he stood up, offering a paw to the lupus, "My name is Hafalong, pleased to meet you! I've come to join your pack!"
His smile was warm and friendly, almost too warm for somebody who wanted to join a pack like the Mafia. However, the smile masked the fragile state that his mind was in, forever balancing on the thin line between pleasantry and murder. Looking into the lupus's eyes, he could feel himself tottering. Such pretty eyes... he'd like to have one. He wouldn't even kill the wolf, just take one of his wonderful blue eyes, almost as stunning as his own.
Hafalong shuffled his wings, balancing himself. It wouldn't do any good to go attacking the wolf now-
Just you wait, as soon as I loose it for real...
-when he had just arrived on the territory. He put his paw down with out waiting for a shake, then turned around and flipped open his pack.
"I don't know if this is still true, but I heard that I'd need to prove myself to be accepted," he reached into the pack and pulled out an eye, one of the newer ones. He had licked it clean of blood before leaving for his journey, and it shone dully in the half-light, "This is from the wolf who made me this pack. I have few others, if you're interested." He dropped the eye at the lupus's paws, "If you don't like the color orange, I have plenty of other colors. It's like a little rainbow in there!" he giggled, imagining all the other pretty colors he could collect.
Mortus drifted around the lupus, eying him thoughtfully. There wasn't much he could do if the wolf decided to attack Hafalong, but he could, at the very least pay attention, and give a warning if need be. The lupus's aura intrigued the ghost. Something about it was very, very close to the one given off by his mortal friend. If only he could figure it out...
"Aah! I see!" he exclaimed, "Well isn't that interesting?" he chuckled, swirling back down to drift around Hafalong's head.
"Hey, buddy!" he said,"I gotta secret! Let's see if you can figure it out!" He grinned, staring towards the other ghost. Hafalong ignored him, still smiling at the lupus.
It seemed that life in the Mafia wouldn't be that bad after all...
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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 Sept 18, 2011 18:59:49 GMT -5
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Scorch glared forth in a disapproving frown that was uncharacteristic of his roguishly handsome face; who was this wolf and what exactly did he think he was playing at? He smelt of another pack and yet he expected Scorch to welcome him with open arms into the most powerful sanctuary for the black hearted without a qualm? Incredulous as it was he seemed genuine, though the Don was not about to be played that easily. Snorting in a general unimpressed manner he said, "I care not for what colors you may have, I do care about the specifics. If you can relate to me the details of three of your captures then perhaps I may consider your plight." He allowed the flames to die down, with notable regret for when he invoked his element he often felt the strong desire to sink his fangs into whatever available flesh might be present.
Slinking stealthily around the wolf he moved about, sizing the wolf up in a similar manner that a predator might observe his prey. Mouth partially agape in dislike for the pack scent that lingered in the wolf fur it was all he could do to remain objective. Coming about full front he resisted glaring at Hafalong and finally spoke, a harsh bite to his words. "My name is Scorch, I am Don in this pack, what I say goes. You come into my lands smelling of another pack and expect entrance, what is to say you are not a mere spy? Think carefully, I will find out and I will kill you should you turn out to be one; I have this pack to protect." An idea struck the lupus, a good way to extract intel and prove this wolf's worth and honesty would be to seek information about the previous pack in which he lived....
Smiling he narrowed his eyes in glee, "If you manage the specifics I can guarantee you shall be accepted...if you can divulge pertinent intel and the total of your knowledge on the previous pack you lived in, don't hold back if you would please be so obliged." His test laid out he fell silent, awaiting to pass judgment based upon Hafalong's response. Either way it would be a divertissement to be witness to this interesting pack swap. He directed some of his attention back to his charming carcass of a specter, ever so curious by its odd mumblings. What he received was a chortle of a mocking nature, never a good sign though it lacked its usual cruel undertones.
That is when he finally understood what was so peculiar about this Hafalong, for accosting the wolf's side was the outline of another ghostly figure and from that figure words seemed to be spoken, though the sound was muddled to Scorch's ears. He gave the wolf a curious glance; could it be that he was not alone in his unusual abilities? Could Hafalong even see the spirit at his side? Scorch had never seen any other specter than his own, and as a relatively new power he could not be sure if what he was seeing was even there. He watched in trepidation as his own nameless specter stalked closer to stand entirely too near to Hafalong for Scorch’s comfort. Scorch himself had already been “possessed” by the dastardly fiend and now worried whether he might also be able to use others.
The spectre glanced his way, a look of sharp annoyance on his face, “You stupid git, of course he can do what you do! Why must you persist in being such a damned fool? Without me you’d be one lost pup Scorchie, now really, who do you think dragged your useless ass through all that training?” He shook his head at the Don in disappointment only to have his gruesome smile light up his hollow eyes with an eerie light as he took one paw and swiped it across Hafalong’s side. To an ordinary wolf this would have no effect, but if Hafalong was indeed like Scorch his balance would be overthrown. The spectre seemed to be finding this incredibly hilarious as his blackened gums were pulled up in a great smile of rotting teeth, the smell putrid to Scorch’s nostrils.
Scorch's Song
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