Defying Gravity (Open!)

[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" Tearen watched with big silver eyes an exotic bird take flight above him, their feathers a myriad of reds, yellows, pinks and oranges. He stared at his own back: No wings... He puzzled for a moment, there simply must be a way to fly too. If some bird could do it, he was the Don and Donna's son! A purebred lupus, his parents had told him. Someday, he'd have special powers, they told him, and his eyes had glowed with excitement. But for now, he was a two month old pup, with gangly legs, long fur and rather thin looking. His navy fur, speckled with silver dots, looked like a starry evening. He suddenly got an idea, and climbed atop a large, flat rock. It took some effort, but when he was at the top, he felt bigger, better, and full of pride, he puffed out his chest and pretended to strut around giving orders to wolves, like his parents: "You there! Hunt me a deer! You! Take out the prisoners!" He then gave a bark to amplify his point, but instead of being commanding like he would have preferred, it came out rather small and high-pitched. He rolled his eyes: Someday... He remembered his powers: When would they come again? He forgot, and a rush of excitement sped through him: Maybe now! He crouched, ready to run, and jetted off the rock. For a moment, his small body sailed through the air, before he landed on his bottom with a dull thud. He glanced around, defeated: He remembered what his parents had told him now. His powers would come... In about two years!

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Banshee watched his brother from behind a bush covered in large and waxy leaves, only one bright blue eye visible in the shadows. What was Tearen up to now? Would it be fun? Ears twitching with impatience he silently waited for the best moment to surprise his brother. He tracked Tearen's movement, watching with youthful curiosity as the dark blue wolf hopped on a rather large rock. Raising a brow in confusion he followed the pups strutting shape to and fro across the rock, wondering what the devil he was watching. Wait a minute, he thought, what is the silly goose doing now? A large smile of amusement broke across his face as he watched his brother order about an invisible hoard of servant wolves, tail wagging in anticipation. This game looked like a lot of fun! Banshee was about to hop out of the bushes when he noticed his brother doing something rather out of the ordinary, it looked like he was going to jump! Leaping out in alarm Banshee yelled out just as his brother jumped, "Don't do it Tearen, you're too young!" He watched with an almost fascinated horror as his brother went sailing through the air, almost looking like he was flying, before the skinnier pup landed on his butt on the ground with a pronounced thud. Creeping to the edge of the rock he peered over the edge, fearing what state he might find Tearen in. Big eyes glanced down and he let out a sigh, the ground was not as far away as he had thought and his brother would be ok except for some well deserved bruises. Scrambling down in turn he gave a loud bark of laughter, "What are you doing loser? We can't fly, only birds and wolves with wings can." Snorting another bout of laughter took his body over as he rolled onto his back, howling in the thick grass. Flopping back onto his stomach he gave Tearen a dopey grin of amusement, he was glad that his brother was ok but that had been quite funny. "So what we gonna do today? An adventure? A devious spying game? Or are we going to visit our subjects? We could go make sure the prisoners are working too!" Banshee babbled on, throwing out his numerous ideas that would eventually all involve being mischievous. It mattered little to Banshee, as long as it was fun and exciting. He was often scheming about news experiences, and his mind worked only a bit faster then his mouth that was often talking to no one and everyone. He liked being heard and demanded acknowledgment when talking for after all he was the Don's son and all should fall quiet when he spoke. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21f0954.png] Narration "Talking" Blood dripped from her bottom jaw as she finally crunched down on the rodent she had been torturing, cutting off the high pitched wail that only she could hear. The warm liquid seeped deliciously across her tongue, dribbling some out of her mouth. Rache dropped the small body where it landed in a mangled heap on the dusty ground. Mice were now too small for her to actually eat, but they were still fun to torture. She ran her tongue across her jaws, smearing the blood. Normally she cared very much about hygiene but blood was an exception. As long as it was someone else's blood and not her own. Now that the mouse was dead boredom assaulted her once more. Rache found she was never satisfied for long. She always needed to be doing something, whether it was torturing rodents or lessons from Data. And of course there were her routine visits to her pet Echo. Her beautiful blind Sennyo. A devious smile crept across her face just thinking about him. Voices pulled the yellow and black Hybrid out of her day dream. Not like the animals of the jungle with their incoherent babble but intelligent wolf voices. Curious she crept through the under brush. Rache reached a clearing where the Don's two sons were. The she- wolf halted. Her first encounter with the pups hadn't been the greatest. The Black and gray wolf was bossy and assertive, not unlike herself. There personalities clashed, Rache knew that, but she also knew that to get power you had to be in with the right crowd. Give a little to get a little. The young orphan watched for a moment longer, calculating her entrance, then stepped into view. "Oh! What and honor. It seems I have stumbled upon royalty," She wasn't able to keep the sarcasm out of her voice," And what are our dear young princes doing out in the jungle unsupervised?" she asked tauntingly. So maybe her normal condescending tone wasn't the best way to go. Sucking up would have been the better choice for sure. But Rache would be damned if they didn't at least respect her some.

[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The young lupuse stood up, grumbling for a moment before he noticed his slightly older brother, who seemed to find the whole situation rather amusing: Tearen scowled. Obviously, the little pup didn't. He snarled at little at his brother, which was a rare thing indeed: "And what are YOU doing, spying again? Of course I knew that!" he puffed out with indignation and false bravado: He knew that of course, but he still somewhat hoped... Maybe when he got his powers, he'd fly circles over everyone. This brought a small twinkle to his eye, and he grinned apologetically at his brother. Banshee's suggestion sounded like fun, and he was about to answer when the yellow wolf from the other night popped up out of nowhere: Immediately Tearen closed down, his eyes going dull, his expression a grim line, one that would grow more and more pronounced as he grew older. He didn't like strangers, he was a solitary wolf and only really liked being around his family, or really close friends, like Uncle Lawson... Even then, he was quiet most of the time. But he didn't know this pup, and the way she smirked bruised his little ego a little, as if she, too, had seen his fall. "None of your business what we're doing. What do you want?" Suspicious as always, he eyed her up and down, as if evaluating her. He gave a little huff, and gave a look to Banshee that frankly said: "Who does she think she is, anyways?"

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Sticking his tongue out at his brother Banshee poked fun at him one last time, sometimes Tearen was an odd fellow but Banshee loved him anyways. The same could probably be thought about Banshee, but the little pup payed no heed to this. Panting from the exertion of laughing he was unaware they had a visitor until the familiar sound reached his ears. Groaning he rolled over to face Rache, an amused smile replacing the frown on his face, perhaps they could have fun with her? “Yes, surrounded by royalty that you should be so lucky to share the same air with Ducky.” At this point the little pup was simply purposely mocking the older wolf using a sentence he had heard his dad say to a slave. His eyes were momentarily diverted by the change in Tearen, his brother didn’t seem to like other wolves where as Banshee simply shined under the light of all the attention. Puffing his chest out he marched right up to the yellow wolf, “We don’t need to be supervised, and we are old enough to be all alone and unbothered by pests.” The last was said pointedly, his eyes daring Rache to refute the matter. “We own the jungle anyways, so nobody messes with us, right Tearen?” He glanced at his brother to see if he agreed on the matter, if his brother did then that meant it was indisputably true. Maybe they could get Rache to catch them some food? Grinning he proposed, “We were just talking ‘bout which subject would be allowed to catch us dinner, I suppose we could let you…” He put out his offer casually, blue eyes looking about disinterested as he waited to see if Ducky would take the bait. If she did catch them some food she could hang with them, but if not Banshee would simply wave his paw and find another friend. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21f0954.png] Narration "Talking" Yup, sarcasm was not the way to go. Oh well, too late now. The elder prince easily jumped into her little word game, while the younger closed himself off. The blue pup was going to be the harder one to get close to. Though the whole family it's self was going to be a challenge. Rache huffed at being called Ducky. She would like to see what they would call her after they saw her rend and animal limb from limb. "What do I want, hmm." She pretended to ponder this statement as if she were the one in control. And in all honesty if she wanted to harm them she probably could. They were small two month old pups and she was a little over a year having studied under Data. But if she were to 'babysit' the little rascals and made sure they didn't get into too much trouble then maybe the Don and Donna would see her in a good light. The sly smile cam back onto her face," Why I want nothing but our young princes safety, thats all. I mean there are all sorts of dangers out here. I once ran into a Calagris you know." Rache ran her tongue over her jaw riding it of the blood that had begun to dry into her fur. "Though I suppose as the Don's pups you are more than capable at taking care of your selves. Just use your little lupus powers right?"She mocked. Rache new very well that they couldn't use their powers till they were much older and then they would have to practice to gain any semblance of control. "Hungry are you?" she asked as Banshee talked about sending her out to fetch dinner. Being considered a servant was not okay but sacrifices right? She would just have to keep reminder herself that the pups were not to be used to practice torture techniques. Hm, torture techniques. Rache had an idea. "I do believe I could fetch you dinner, and put on a show at the same time." She didn't wait for an answer. Her ears swiveled focusing on the constant chatter of the jungle. Pray was everywhere for someone who could understand the whispers of the jungle. She disappeared into he underbrush and didn't have to go far before she found what she was looking for. A plump jackalope was nibbling on some vegetation or other. Rache had never hunted one of these things by herself and if she didn't have the powers she had she wouldn't even attempt it yet. But seeing who she was. "Well well well what do we have here," she cooed sweetly at the rabbit," If you are hungry I know where there is a better selection of sweet green." The jackalope froze and turned it's wide brown eyes. It was stuck between terror and curiosity. Had the wolf truly spoken to it. Rache smiled. "Come on, I will not hurt you," yet, she added silently. Slowly she coaxed the large rodent back to where Banshee and Tearen were. Then she squashed the thing with both front paws on it's back to keep it down. Her hind leg move forward to pin one of its powerful back leg as it began to struggle. "B-But you said!" it cried words that only Rache could hear. The yellow pup dipped her head down next to it's face and chuckled,"I lied." She looked back up at the two boys," So little princes, would you like to help or watch?"

[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The Mafia prince watched his brother and the yellow wolf interact with a small frown, but remained silent: He didn't have anything to say, and had yet to deem her trustworthy. He nodded, however, in agreement with his brothers nickname: She did indeed look a little bit like a duck, with the yellow fur and all. He let out a small growl at the mention of their powers, she obviously wasn't a purebred lupus like his family, and while he may be young now, soon he'd have his powers, and she'd be sorry... If she wasn't nice to him. Banshee's words about being rulers of the jungle, and he nodded firmly: "Yup, rulers of the jungle, that's us: Mess with us and we'll mess you up!" he beamed with pride for a moment before retreating back into his shell. She was going to get them dinner? Nuh-uh, no way! He firmly shook his head, a stubborn and fussy pup, he didn't eat much to begin with and any food she brought was surely tainted. She could even try to poison them... Which would make Momma and Poppa really mad. He grinned: That'd be fun to see... But curiosity got the best of Tearen, and he ambled a little closer to watch with his silver eyes. What would she do? Join? Him? He approached, and looked into the terrified eyes of the creature: He felt nothing at all. He used his little claws to gouge an eyeball out, and he flicked it into a nearby bush: Still nothing. He looked at Banshee: What would he do? The animal squeaked and squawked in pain, but he understood none of it. Oddly, Ducky seemed to.

[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-1.jpg] Banshee wasn't entirely sure if Ducky was complementing or making fun of him and either way he did not like not knowing. Throwing her a glare he said pointedly, "At least we will get powers." And then inferior wolves would ply under their power, puny worthless wolves would rush to accommodate their every need and he would sit and watch with unrestrained glee as he showed the world his strength. He giggled, the sound holding some of the chilling glee he would eventually acquire as he grew up, wouldn't that be fun? He might even let Ducky in on the party if she was nice. The young mafia heir watched with interest as Rache caught them a rabbit, bewilderment evident in his eyes as she whispered something into its ears. This female was cooky, he thought, downright batty to be talking to the creature. Cocking a brow he trotted over, sniffing at the terrified rabbit. He wasn't sure what the best way to make this the funnest killing would be and so he paused while his brother poked at a googly eye ball. Marching around the animal he looked at the blood that now gushed from the open socket in its head, the high pitched fervent screams ringing in his ears. Smiling he decided it would only be merciful of him if he made sure the bunny could not hear the horrid screams. Prancing up to the creature he bit into one of its ears, his sharps little teeth piercing the animal's thin flesh. With a well placed tug and a yank he was pleased to hear a sickening rip at the ear dislodged from the rabbit's head followed by a pained yowl of terror. Quickly following suit with the other ear he smiled at the bunny, there, now the rabbit would not hear the screams, but he imagined he would have a rather painful headache. Looking up at Rache he noted, "This is fun Ducky, but why do you talk to it?" Slightly puzzled by this strange behavior Banshee simply had to inquire about it. B a n s h e e 's . S o n g

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[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21f0954.png] Narration "Talking" Rache smirked at the two, a weird sort of pride swelling in her chest. It almost felt the same as when she and Kit used to argue. A pride in knowing that they would grow up to be a powerful force. When it had been Kit she was sure she would be a part of that. With these two she had no family relation to make sure they would value her. She would have to gain their trust, prove that she supported them and would be fully loyal to them. Which she was, as odd as it might seem for Rache to fully submit to another. Not even Data, who she would gladly let think he had her under his paw, didn't have any her full loyalty. He would only hold her interest until he had taught her all he knew. But the Don had her loyalty as did his pups, though she would never change her personality for them. She even, in a twisted possessive sort of way, looked at them like her younger brothers. As long as they served the mafia and it's greater good, they would be serving hers as well. She relished the scream and pleas the rabbit emitted as the quiet one gouged out it's eye. The sound tickled her fancy very much so. He brown eyes gleamed as the elder ripped off the helpless creature's ears. "Stop, p-please. Make it stop. Don't hurt me anymore," it begged much to Rache's delight. She put all her weight onto it's hind leg, dislocating it so it couldn't hop away. She gave the rabbit a tender lick to the head, as if trying to apologize for the pain she had put it through. "I talk to it because I'm special. I can understand it, and it can understand me.You two are not the only ones with power," She said proudly, ignoring the use of the offending nickname. She supposed she would just have to put up with being called that." So my dear princes, which one of you wants to make the kill?"