Fond of Memories [Scorch/OPEN]

[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] The mortui felt a pang of sorrow course through her veins as she sighed. Laying her head upon the soft grounds surrounding the pool of water. She saw past her own hallucination to her true features... "Why did you do it?" Her single blue eye glowing with anticipation, with innocence, and with disbelief. What had caused her to lose control of herself like she had? Was she truly a monster deep down inside? Then again... she joined the mafia for a specific reason. Who else would accept such a grotesque looking wolf? Maybe this was just how it was meant to be... Inaba lifted her head up as she sighed inwardly. In a sitting position now, the mortui fought back her own tears again, trying to keep up her hallucination.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-13.jpg] Scorch watched from within the shadows, a heinous silent snarl of disgust distorting his face as he observe the decaying wolf before him. He had met such a species once before but had not come across one since. Remaining hidden he tried to get his aversion to the species under control, really they were a nice addition to his collection with their macabre exterior they were a fearsome sight to behold on the principle of the matter. Still, their likeliness to his ghost made his stomach turn in revulsion. Sighing he supposed there was no better way to overcome this weakness then by facing the issue straight on. Appearing from the shadows like the very prince of darkness himself Scorch stalked the wolf to the edge of the pool, silent footsteps falling o the ground he was now so very used to from all his travels. His voice rumbled out, deep and smooth like the pool it always held hints of the true power the lupus possessed. "Good day, I sure hope you are part of this pack and I simply have not met you, otherwise it would be a pity to waste such a rare creature." A faint rumbling growl escape his maw, more of a cautionary warning than a threat, "I am Scorch, Don to the Mafia, and you are my dear?" Although he could have demanded the question he asked it in a nicer tone, choosing not to assert his right to know everything. Besides the smell off the wolf was distinctively female, and he was ever the charmer. As it were Scorch needed to know every single wolf in his pack, he could not abide by not knowing the faces of the members in the mafia, it left too much room for error and wandering. This way he could be sure the members knew who he was and that he would not tolerate discretions on their part. He was a fair Don, not cruel to his pack and preferred to establish a personal bond with the members involved. He wanted them to know that it was unacceptable not to form a family bond within the pack, the only way to grow strong was unity and to have each other's back. Outsiders be damned in that regards, he could not care less what befell them as long as his pack were united among themselves. His stature was tall, strong and proud and left no room for contradiction of his person, his will was rule and he would not assert it without reason. To give the mortui encouragement he mustered a small teasing smile and a wink of his sea blue eyes. Scorch's Song

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[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] If Inaba still had a tail to work with, it would be plastered up between her legs. The male wolf before her, was she having a nightmare? Or was it just coincidence this lupus appeared similar of one of the few from her old pack that helped tear her limb from limb. The mortui quickly lost her illusion in her confusion and too a receptive position as her head and forelegs glued to the ground before her, the paws covering her face as she gently spoke. "P-please! Don't hurt me! I know I can't feel it but-" she paused as the other wolf tried to calm her and show that ever though he most likely had the power to do so, he was not the wolf from her past and that he could be trusting. "it...still...hurts me...inside." Inaba stood tall again, feeling horrible for making herself look like a fool in front of the pack's Don. Surely they would throw her to the other wolves that hungered constantly for others of their own kinds flesh. Gulping, the she wolf took a few steps closer to the male... every part of her body trembling as she forced herself to be brave, strong. When she was closer she laid down and peered up before him. Her jaw made a loud clacking noise as they clenched together and her speech had come back to life again for her. "I am indeed of this pack, Scorch. I had meet a Gaian who claimed they held a high stature in this pack and allowed me to join as an associate. I- I am Inaba...as you can probably tell also, I am a mortui..."

[/color] quickly sitting up and averting her gaze from him, she felt vulnerable for whatever reason. She loathed that he probably had been gifted by the spirits a power of nature and to hold such a high position in a pack. Would he treat her any less than he did his other members because she was different, because she couldn't speak normally that easily, because she was undead and couldn't feel? Inaba kept her ear plastered to her head, unsure of what to expect in answer from the Don.

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[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-18.png] Scorch looked down in surprise at the cowering creature, had he been to firm? Frowning he wondered what ailed this creature to cause them to be so wimpy. Well no member of his pack would cower in such a manner, where was this wolf's pride? Snorting decisively he realized he had a thing or two to teach this mortui about being a mafia members. How to proceed though? Evidently the female lacked some kind of self-esteem, so tough love might be a last resort, best to try and pump her up first he supposed. Ordinarily Scorch had no time for wimps, they were useless, but this wolf was in his pack and he had an obligation to ensure the pack was strong on all fronts, if the wolf felt insecure the least he could teach them to do was hide it when talking to others. Sitting down unceremoniously he dropped his strict and commanding posture, adopting a more casual stance. Sighing he said a little less harshly, "Well welcome to the pack on my behalf, however Inaba dear, this reply simply will not due. Do you not recognize you are part of the mafia? Have you no pride for this title?" He shook his head in exasperation, it was time to explain to this female the meaning of the mafia and the importance, power and pride that a wolf should feel for being in such a recluse pack. "Let me tell you something, when you take the mafia name you take the power it brings too, we are a strong pack, our wolves are the best at what they do and we are feared all throughout the other territories. When my Underboss accepted you they acknowledged that you had that same power and strength within yourself, they saw something of value, don't mock their decision but undermining this." His strong gaze was not accusing, but it was direct and focused, there was a very important point to get across and he wanted to make sure this female understood. Standing back up he gestured for the wolf to rise to her feet with his head, a silent command that Inaba take the posture of a strong and proud wolf. "Now stand strong when talking to others, and answer me as a mafia member would, one that recognizes its worth and own strength. You are here for a reason, and it is not because of cowering, I will not have it and it is high past time you act the superb being that all mafia members are." He waited for a more appropriate response from the wolf, hoping that she understood what he was saying. With anything less then pride a mafia members could not uphold their on strong hold nor that of the pack and this would be viewed as a weakness. Mortui were fine in their own right, but like all others they had to prove it, time to see what this one was made of... Scorch's Song

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[°Inaba°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/inabatablefincopy-1-3-1.png] Inaba felt a burning sensation as her left eye started to seep tears. Closing her eye she sat upright and stiffened her limbs as she focused back on the Don's face. A serious tone lacing her upper maw as she stood and took a step or two forward, a snarl rising through her throat. This feeling, what was this she hungered for suddenly? She howled loudly as her head tilted and waves pulsed as the distorted the world around the two. Her blue gaze was a glowing red as she now appeared as the red male, similar to Scorch that was the same wolf that had poked fun at her long ago. His voice deep and demanding, solid and crisp as the monster roared. The whole area had been changed to a void of darkness as water laced the circle surrounding the two. It was only a couple more seconds as her past nightmare quickly faded back to the jungle and her raised blood colored fur returned to normal. Inaba fell over and panted with a half lidded eye as she gazed back up at Scorch, fear lacing her features. Never had she ever experienced such power. It was something she wasn't sure she liked. Had she been alive she would've had a heart attack, at least her brain could still function.