Special Op -RED-

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/SBACK-26.jpg] Speaking Scorch was elated, he had come into some interesting tidbits of knowledge and he could feel his head just swimming with the possibilities that could result if he went through with his latest plan. Not only would the mafia be marked within three packs but its name would also be spoken from one end of Wonderwhy to the other. Admittedly it was unusually dastardly, frankly evil beyond the comprehension of even some of his own minions, but he was Don and he would be damned if he would simply lay aside and be good in his little jungle. No, this Don hungered for more, and enough would never be enough until the whole of Wonderwhy snivelled at the mere mention of his name; Scorch. He could not get the pack involved at this point, no he needed an outsider that had a specific set of skills, and he did not want to endanger any of his wolves at this point in the game. Dædalus, his marvellous master mind of information had informed him of a peculiar situation in the Accord. It would seem that the so called long lost and more than likely dead daughter of the alphess from the Cadre was in fact very much alive, though Scorch could only surmised that Rhiannon was rather unaware of this little fact. Smiling in merriment the Don practically danced through the shadows on the way to the borders where he was to meet exactly the wolf he believed could accomplish Scorch`s little mission. As it were , the daughter in question, Isealdyr, was in fact nestled safely in the Accord and unbeknownst to anyone, the Mafia had taken an interest in the circumstance. Imagine the bargaining power he might have should the precious female fall into the wrong hands? Why Scorch was simply positive that not only the Accord would want this darling miss back, but so would the dear`s mommy. And what a price they might pay... It was all really final, all he needed was a wolf to do the job, and he waited silently for the lupus he had in mind to make an appearance. The Don had not raised a call and had instead sent a messenger to find Red and invite him to join Scorch at dusk on the edge of the mafia territory for an interesting proposition. The Don rather hoped he would show, there were of course alternatives but this was more suitable for the cause. Appearing from the shadows he let the moon fall upon his blood red and intense black coat, blue green eyes glowing with demonic intent. At his side sat his spectre, a welcome company on these nights now that the Don had submitted to the evil ghost`s intents, really the fellow spoke good sense and with his knowing hollowed eyes and maggot infested body the beast of a wolf knew his stuff. The spectre gave a ghastly smile of approval, he had helped the Don devise this plot, and it was no wonder considering the nature of the affair. “But you know I am right of course, Scorchie ol`boy all you ever needed to do was listen to me. And aren`t I always right you gutless bastard? You`d be dirt under wolf`s paws without me, I guided you all along, your soul is a chip of the ol`block, as dark and perverse as mine.” The satisfaction in the ghost`s voice was not missed by Scorch whom had yet to award his companion a name. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[Pan Fion (Red)]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][tr][atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Gifts/Red1Mid.png] He twitched his ears as he felt the familiar humid air of the jungle pressing around him. He must be near now. As he got closer Red remembered that peculiar moment when he saw a wolf running up to him, smelling of the Mafia, telling him that Scorch wanted to see him. The wolf was full of urgency and alertness and this led Red into thinking that his audience was needed immediately. He had heard the Don's reputation and he agreed it wouldn't do any good if he delayed this meeting any longer. Despite his experience with fighting and wolves he was actually feeling a bit uneasy about facing a wolf that wasn't... right in the mind. All stories he had heard about Scorch weren't the kind you would be telling your pups, but his name hadn't struck fear into one's heart just yet but Red could tell that it would soon. The Mafia had steadily got more darker ever since that small revolution and the start of Scorch's reign. Reports of missing wolves came here and there; the Accord's Keinvarii had told him of a missing mother, Phoenix. But what disturbed him greatly was that why did the lupus want him? He had his own pack full of dark-hearted wolves to do his bidding so why did he need a wolf like Red? He shook his head lightly; if it was a contract he would refuse. He did not want to get in the mess the Mafia had created. He remembered that the wolf (before he dismissed him) had told him that Scorch was expecting him here, at the edge of the Mafia territory. His soft brown eyes looked up at the darkening sky and sniffed, it was nearly dusk so the meeting should start soon. He sat down and his tail swiped the dirt away behind him almost impatiently. Despite his promise and misgivings he was quite interested in hearing what Scorch had got to say. It wasn't long until a familiar dark scent came to his pink nose and he immediately recognised the thick musk of the pack. He stood up and walked over to the source and, after some difficulty distinguishing the figure from the shadows, he spotted the dark lupus. He was surprised to see how big he was; he had expected the devil of the Mafia to be smaller. In fact the two tall wolves were at the same height. His eyes laid on the dark rippling coat of Scorch's and admired the shimmering red highlights. Then Red's brown eyes finally met the sea blue eyes of Scorch and saw how cold they were. Merciless and calculating. The eyes of a killer. Then the white lupus wondered if his own eyes possessed the same hardness. Probably not as Red doesn't kill for pleasure, doesn't test his victims' pain tolerance, and doesn't laugh cruelly at one's suffering. "Hello, Scorch." His velvet smooth voice was a calm whisper as the venom lupus watched the black lupus, waiting for his next move.

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[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/SBACK-26.jpg] Speaking Scorch watched with rapt interest as Red finally made an appearance, a timely one which given the amount of time the Don did not have to spare was certainly appreciated. The white lupus was an interesting looking sort, the red markings that adorned his pelt were striking and if not almost unsettling, at least to ordinary wolves. To the Don they were but markings in the void, what interested him were the talents the lupus possessed, and to his knowledge the brute was privy to quite a few. The loner stood at the same height as the Don, and it seemed was also slightly larger. Scorch was a rather lean male, he prided himself in his predatory appearance and slow, almost dangerously calm movements. Moving with untold grace he approached the other wolf, shoulders rolling lazily with his movements, leaving the comforting shadows of his adored jungle behind so that he might see the wolf`s face and attempt to read the loner`s reactions. Red exuded a similar calm restraint of dangerous force, and though Scorch rather prided himself on the savageness that he was capable of, he could see the wolf was not of the same dastardly caliber. Though there was no doubt in the Don`s mind that the male would be able to get the job done, and efficiently at that, he knew that Red would not get the same pleasure out of it as Scorch himself might have if the circumstances had been reversed. A debonair grin hinted at the corners of his maw as he listened to the wolf`s quiet yet controlled voice, a fellow whose voice was that dangerously still was one that could control their impulses and hone in on the job at hand without falling prey to distractions. “Evening Red, so glad you could make it, I think you will find that your efforts will not have been for nothing.” In turn he drawled out, a liquid basin of false calm, oozing through the air to envelop others like a constricting boa, choking them before the victim had even realized what had occurred. The slight breeze that blew outside of the jungle outskirts came to tussle his fur, a nice reprieve from the consistent heat. Not that Scorch minded the heat, his fur was not as thick as others, and instead draped his body like silk, hugging each muscle and shining without the restraint of a dull undercoat. Sashaying his long tail in a leisurely fashion the King of the Damned spoke again, a tad bit more serious. “I have a job that I need done by someone whom will not be tempted by carnal urges. I have a parcel I need picked up, and the nature of the parcel might elicit some unsavory responses in some of my own wolves.” He made a small moue of apology, frankly he loved that his wolves could barely restrain themselves, it amused him to no end, but for this affair he needed a more level headed individual. Scorch might have accomplished the task himself, but he was far too involved in the pack and would have left a distinct and traceable scent in his wake. Chuckling lowly he added, “You will receive diplomatic immunity as payment for your services; this entitles you to seek solace, game, protection and perhaps any other services that our members might be able to provide a lonesome male in the core if our land.” He placed forward the reward, a high honor that was never and would probably never again be bestowed on a loner. He fell silent, curious to see if Red would take the bait. Scorch had not been specific on the details, he wanted a confirmed agreement before he divulged his full intent, this way he could be sure the loner would not scamper off to alert the concerned parties. Scorch trusted very little wolves, and he was not about to make a faux pas now. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[Pan Fion (Red)]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][tr][atrb=background,http://i453.photobucket.com/albums/qq254/Eldarwen5/Wonder%20Why/Gifts/Red1Mid.png] ooc; urgh this post probably will be horrible; I'm not feeling well today so my muse's pretty low right now Dx kick me if you wish. ---- As Scorch moved closer, it took all of his will to remain still. To be this close to this Mafia boss wasn't where the white lupus wanted to be right now. Close up, he could see the details, every scars, every fur, and every lines that reveal his cruelness. Scars and his dark smile revealed that he revelled in his dark lifestyle of violence and fear, and his lines showed his dominance and strength. No wonder he was the Don of the Hellion Mafia and was this close to be feared throughout the lands. The wolves of his pack would need someone as impressive and strong as this lupus to look up or else they would be out of control. It was only because of this reason Red was rather pleased to have Scorch around; to keep those wolves in one place. Now that they were closer, the venom lupus could see that the fire lupus was just a tad smaller than him, but if they ever did engage in a fight Scorch's wits, he was sure, would make up for his size against him. His fire ability also should be useful against his opponent and, briefly, Red wondered if his own poisonous ability alone would be enough to take this dark wolf down. In his oddly beautiful sea blue eyes he could see sadistic excitement clearly and this unnerved Red. Probably not as the light-coloured lupus thought Scorch was insane enough to shrug it off and continue despite the poison that would be coursing in his veins. But this wasn't what Red should be thinking; he should be thinking about what Scorch wanted from him. His ears were faintly surprised to hear Scorch's own smooth voice. It was similar to his own; they consisted the same calmness even though the Don's voice sounded a little warmer than the loner's. Almost more welcoming. He twitched his ears as he realised that this must be the reason the sudden rise of the number of the Mafia wolves and the rate of kidnappings; Scorch must have appeared warm and welcoming in order to lure his victims in. Red found this intriguing and wondered how the wolf did it. Sure, the white wolf possessed a persuasive tongue but how to have wolves warming up to him, he couldn't figure it out. But little did Red know that he would find out soon. As soon as the black lupus finished his greeting, Red barely stopped a snort that was escaping him, he wasn't going to forget about his promise. Scorch was still speaking so he couldn't speak out just yet. From the next sentence with a few clues, Red thought he knew what he was going to be asked. Parcel that need to be pick up, and carnal desires told him that he would have to take someone to the Mafia and that that someone would be female... He frowned, this task sounded too simple, he could do it quickly since stealth was one of his skills, but this was the leader of the darkest pack of Wonderwhy asking him to do it; it wouldn't mean something good for the 'parcel'. He did not want to be the wolf who lead her, perhaps, to a fate worse than death. He opened his mouth to speak but Scorch's voice interrupted him, immediately attracting his interest with just two words. Diplomatic immunity. Diplomatic immunity. Red had never imagined that this would be the payment. He found himself drawn in by the voice of this dark lupus as soon as he uttered these words, persuading him to forget his promise. He forced himself to break the attraction and pushed the image of Keinvarii and the faceless mother into his mind but it did nothing to stop him from reconsidering his promise. After all when would this offer come up in his life again? Probably never. With a short but sudden and odd outburst of emotion, Red's face contorted into a mixture of both disapproval and uncertainty, but after that moment his face was unreadable again. Should he or shouldn't he? After a few moments, he finally thought: "I should". When would he have another chance like this again? And no wolves he had met, aside from Keinvarii, had earned his full respect so in a way this immunity payment would be much more important than the said parcel. Also who knows what he would find while trekking through the jungle without being interrupted by a Mafia member, especially that Lawson. It would be so exciting and so new for him. Then, without betraying his conflicting emotions, he said, "Very well, Scorch." His gaze got hard, becoming colder with each passing second as he stared at the Don. "Who is this female you want me to kidnap then?" His long tail waved softly behind him while Red waited for an answer.

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[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/SBACK-26.jpg] Speaking Scorch watched Red, his cold eyes taking in the other wolf`s body language, or what little there was of it… The Don had to hand it to the bloke, he knew how to keep a straight face and had it not been for a small slip Scorch would not have had any clue as to the trepidation the other lupus was feeling. Naturally the Don expected no less from an assassin, and a smug smile tugged at his maw, it would not give the mafia could credit to send out a lesser wolf to do a job. Sure, Red was perhaps not carnal and full of heinous greed, but his skills certainly made up for what he lacked…in fun. Letting a dark chuckle ooze into the air he let his ears be caressed by the deep and deliciously smooth sound of his own voice; Scorch was a bit self absorbed to say the least. Admittedly Red was certainly the wiser for placing distrust in Scorch, only a fool would have immediately leaped at the opportunity, and Scorch knew the poison lupus was no fool. Silent and deadly just as his element, the Don had heard tales of what this quiet loner was capable of, and maybe one day a little one to one combat would prove of interest to him. Poison against the fire, silent and lethal against deadly flamboyant and painfully cumbersome. Sighing he supposed it would be another tale for another time and let the thought drop with some regret. Secretly he wondered what it might feel like to have a noxious substance pooling through his veins, slowly but surely killing him as his limbs fought back, helpless to their master`s plight. Without a doubt it would be a dazzling pleasure to watch another succumb to such a fate, but what about one`s self? Shrugging his persistent thoughts off he refocused on the matter, so Red would indeed take the bate, how wonderful, thought the Don. Diplomatic immunity he would have, Scorch tended to keep his word, if one overlooked a couple discrepancies, however this did not make him a trust worthy bloke. Imagine, if all went wrong he could always place sole blame on Red, thereby ensuring he would no longer be welcome in any other pack territory except for the mafia. His so called diplomatic immunity would become his binding contract to the mafia. Scorch`s eyes gleamed at the mere thought, what an excellent fall back strategy, and tiny flames flickered up through the long strands of fur on his back, teasing the Don ever so gently. A dazzling smile worthy of professional charmers graced his maw, “Wonderful! Such a pleasure it will be to do business with you, a delight.” He let out a knowing cackle, “Whom you will be required to capture, with the least fuss possible, is a daja to the name of Isealdyr, perhaps you know of her, she lives in the Accord?” Scorch did not deem it necessary to provide the fact that she was daughter to the Cadre`s Alphess, it was irrelevant to Red`s plight at the moment and the less he knew, the better. As long as the female was brought back to the mafia without anyone realizing her absence until it was too late then all would be perfectly as it should be. “I want her brought to the jungle under cover of night, and no one must note your penetration of the Accord`s defences until you are well away from their territory, if not the gig`s up buddy and the deal`s off. I want her relatively unharmed and certainly unspoiled, understand?” He gave Red a hard glare, the wench would not be worth as much if she was harmed, and any discrepancy on Red`s part would result in rather severe consequences. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[Pan Fion (Red)]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=0f0106] Watching that conceited smile playing around Scorch's lips disgusted Red greatly; this dark lupus was enjoying this and it seemed wrong. He had never fully understood about pleasure wolves enjoyed getting from other wolves, through whatever means necessary to experience it. It was obvious from his inexperience in this area that Red wasn't that interested mixing with females as they don't interest him in that way. Neither could he understand inflicting violence on others purposely to gain pleasure. And these reasons were the very reasons Scorch wanted him to carry out this mission. Part of him was immensely relieved that this female he had to fetch for this Don had him instead of another Mafia wolf who would make her journey a torture. But another side of him kept telling himself this was completely wrong. But every part insisted that he had to agree to this as he would have an invaluable payment. He knew he would be condemning this female to a life of hell for his own personal gain and this unnerved him. Red wasn't that different to those wolves of the Mafia who do practically everything just for themselves, no matter what effects it might have on other wolves. They would be just unfortunate collateral damage, nothing of great importance for those wolves. But then, he didn't know this female and she wasn't as important to him as this diplomatic immunity offer was. Even though he had decided this a few moments ago the nagging part in his mind telling that he had done something so irrecoverably wrong hadn't disappeared. His red rimmed ears twitched almost uneasily as Scorch cackled. This fire Don was definitely excited by this agreement and Red had never thought a such excitement could be quite sinister. "The Accord?!" His usual passive front had a momentary lapse as both despair and aghast showed. He remembered the vow he made for Keinvarii, the leader of the Accord, that he would stick to the pack through thick and thin. But now accepting this deal would mean forgetting about that promise. As he gathered his composure he worried about how Keinvarii, one of the only wolves he respected, would think badly of him and how he would hurt the pack. A mother and her puppies had disappeared quite recently and another disappearance would strike a heavy blow on the Accord. Other packs would think this peaceful pack weak and defenceless if more wolves were being kidnapped. But on the other hand there was a rumour of a new king. Perhaps his presence alone would be enough to dissuade the fact the pack was vulnerable. But never mind this. What was important was his promise, should he stick to it? Diplomatic immunity. These words appeared in his mind. This was too great to pass up in a heartbeat. What would Keinvarii say if she knew he was offered a chance to stroll through the Mafia's jungle? But he knew she wouldn't think it would be enough to trade her wolf for this. Their first and only meeting was enough to convince Red that the alphess was serious about her wolves' safety and would do nothing to compromise that. But she didn't have this choice; this venom lupus did. Before he could think, and before he could even decide he said: "Yes, I understand." What the hell are you doing, Pan?! He stiffened as his name, his true name rang in his mind but he quickly dismissed it as he stood up. The wolf waited for a bit before turning around to leave the scene slowly, in case Scorch had anything more to say. His movements did not betray his confusion and how disturbed he was currently feeling: He wasn't Pan Fion, at least not now. He was Red, the assassin that is prepared to do anything for his own gain.

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