Mission Accomplished:: Flynn/Open

[sparta]

It had taken a bit longer then he'd anticipated. It was now evening of the next day, not midday. Oh well, it still wasn't over. The sun had just set below the horizon, and the bright rays of sunshine gave into the dimness of twilight. It was late autumn, and a few birds and crickets still chirped. The prize he held was just fat enough for the winter. Fatty juices that were slowly oozing into his mouth and the smell of wolf-meat and blood filled his senses.

He still held his prize, also his payment, in his mouth proudly as he walked into the jungle, still trying to avoid the large plants that grew here. Oh, this would be so much easier if he could sheer the plants away with... wait! Idea time! Sparta turned and threw the Lyxxus carcass onto his back, careful of the pelt that was laying across it just a bit farther back. Lyxxus were small. He bared his sabers forward and began biting his way though the foliage along the trail.

Soon, he reached a suitable spot on the trail where he thought was, more or less, pretty close to the last place they'd met. Hm, the other had said call for me, and I'll come find you. Still standing tall, Sparta threw back his head and let out a loud, piercing howl, hoping to call the Myou-he still didn't know his name- to this very spot. After a few more long, loud howls he stopped, and surveyed the area. Surely, he'd be here by now? Sparta flicked his ears impatiently.

[Flynn]

Flynn heard the call, his tattered ears flickered as he was roused from his nap. He had not gone far from the trail since he talked to the yagi, Sparta. It would be easier to get to him this way anyway. He yawned, his crooked mouth wide as he forced the sleep from his body. He kicked aside a small bird bone that he had gnawed on earlier.

The shrew myou carefully made his way through the underbrush toward the receding notes of the howls. He secretly wished that the yagi had not called so long and loud, Flynn did not want unwanted attention on the pack just yet. They were not large enough to fend off an invasion just yet. He poked his rodent nose onto the path, smelling the sweet sweet smell of fresh meat. Wondrous.

The small gray myou looked at the shadowy figure of the yagi with beady eyes that glinted in the fading light. "By the smell of things, I take it you accomplished your task, Sparta?" He gave a nasty grin at the prospect of more food to fuel his sensational appetite. Now he would be more willing to discus the pack with him. Let him know just what he was signing up for.

[sparta]

He noticed immediately when the other turned up. The shrew Myou sniffed at the air and smiled at him while saying a few works. Sparta gave a grim smile back before hooking his sabers into the dead Lyxxus on his back and throwing it to the ground in front of the shrew Myou. "As you can see." He idly wondered if this other wolf was really going to EAT the Lyxxus. Sure, Sparta was a vicious wolf, but he didn't go around eating other wolves. He couldn't see a reason to taint his body with the disgraces all other wolves were. Jackalopes were higher on his list of respect. Not by much, but still.

"Now, about the pack..." The Yagi started, licking his lips. "I should hope this is enough to prove my validity as a true assassin." He said the word icily. He did not yet know what kind of pack it was, exactly, or what the ranks were, but he figured that being a killer, and good at it, would help. He shook himself, the spines along his back shaking back and forth as he did so.

[Flynn]

He grinned happily as the wolf gave him the proof of the killing. He had even taken the courtesy to skin it for the ravenous myou. He figured that was not his intent, but it did put him higher on Flynn's list as potential food providers. He ripped a piece of flesh off and practically swallowed it whole.

"Good work, but one kill hardly makes you an assassin of any type. For all I know you could have come upon it while it was sleeping." He sneered, taking another chunk out of the corpse, "But you were relatively punctual so I will give you that."

He say back on his haunches and peered up at the wolf, "As you probably gathered, we are not your run of the mill pack. We have darker dealings, so to speak. Or as I like to see it, we have different morals and are not afraid to step on toes to make our point." He didn't care if the wolf judged him for eating the wolf, he was hungry and needed to do his job as cleaner.

"We are lead by Sylvester. I'm sure you will run into him soon enough. I'm Flynn and I usually deal with the messes that the others make." He gestured toward the bloody body in front of him. "We rank based on skill and respect levels, so try not to get on anyone's bad side starting out. Judging by what you have shown me so far, you are probably best suited as a thug until you show us more of what you can do."

He gave him a steady gaze, despite how unfocused it was. "I guess for the time being...you can consider yourself accepted. Once you meet Sylvester, just tell him what I told you and things should be shiny for you." He let the words sink in before he began to eat again. It was clear he was open for any further questioning as long as he was being fed.

[sparta]

So far, he liked the information he was getting. The pack was run on respect and skill- he had plenty of that, even if he didn't show much of it to others most of the time. Or at least he should have respect, but he had plenty of skill. He didn't bother arguing with the fact that he may have killed the stupid Lyxxus in it's sleep, knowing that it would be utterly pointless. Plus, it wasn't far from the truth. He'd snuck up on the Lyxxus while it'd been washing.

When he heard the word "thug" he didn't know what it meant, but it almost sounded insulting. He was at least a bit glad to know the creature by it's name; Flynn. Okay, he supposed it was better then nothing, and now that he knew it, it'd probably save him from calling it "runt." But as he watched the Myou eat, a few questions still burned in his mind. "Okay... so what in the blue bloody hells is a thug, exactly? And what is the pack called?" He turned a curious eye at Flynn. So caught up in joining, he didn't even know the pack's name

[Flynn]

He took a few more gulps of his meal and then looked up, licking his mouth with a rough tongue. "A thug, well it's like a solider in training. Lets us learn your skills and what you are link in general. It's a low rank, but not the lowest. I'm sure with a little time, you will become a fine solider, you certainly seem strong enough for it."

He took a moment to lick one of his paws, to free his claws of bits of flesh. He chuckled at the second question, "This is the Hellion Mafia, I suppose I should say welcome, but that seems a tad pointless at this point." He took another mouthful of flesh and ate it as if he were starving. His metabolism required he eat a lot each day. Though no matter how much he ate, he never seemed to gain weight. He was almost always at a scrawny 25 pounds on good days.

"Feel free to ask anymore questions. As long as I have food, I'm content to talk with you until you think you know what you are apart of. It's only fair."

[sparta]

Well, this Flynn certainly seemed helpful. He continued to eat before answering his questions quite to the T. Sparta wasn't exactly happy with the definition of "thug," but he liked the thought of moving up the ladder. Fine then, he'd just work his way up and prove to these wolves that he was in fact, the best damn assassin they were gonna find. He could kill and he could kill well.

But, despite this, he still had a few questions, which Flynn promptly took care of for him saying that he could ask as many as he liked. Sparta started by saying the first thing that came to mind. "Who else is in the pack?" And then another came to mind. "And... where exactly is the den site?" Sure, this was beginning to get to be twenty questions here, but hey, apparently it was fair. Plus, he wanted to know everyone... just in case they were ever on his hit-list.

[Flynn]

He tore off a ligament and had a little trouble chewing it at first, but was undeterred. His eating was almost methodical, he went for the easy stuff first, then worked his way to the tougher parts. His mind was set on eating, though the questions were easy enough to answer, so it was not bothersome.

"You met the mute female. There's me and Sylvester. The three of us founded this little pack. We have a few potential members floating around, but they have not quite fit the bill yet. We are not large, but we are strong enough to make our mark." He took a moment to let the food settle by chewing on a bone.

"As for the dens, there is an area we call the Commons that is the most suitable for denning. It's further in the jungle that here obviously. It should not take you to long to learn the paths that we've marked."

Break was over, he set the bone down and ripped into a haunch of the carcass. The shrew in his mind was humming happily, ignoring all that was around him. The wolf was in control at the moment, and was able to keep alert in the outside world as he briefed the new member.

[sylvester]

A new howl echoed across his lands. Sylvester's teal eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed, as a malicious grin spread across his lips. "Well, well, well." He said softly, licking his lips to gather the warm wolf blood that gathered there. The little Cael hadn't stood a chance, he really should have stuck to the water.

Sylvester looked at his half eaten kill, wondering what he should do. The howl had been calling for Flynn, so he would be there if Sylvester showed up. But he wouldn't want to scare away a potential member. At that thought he snorted. If the member couldn't handle this, then he should be eaten. Sylvester could just leave it here, but if another should come upon it, and run away then the word would get out. He couldn't have that. So he made up his mind to bring the little Cael with him.

Sylv grabbed the dead wolf by the scruff and started dragging him toward the sound of the howl. The Cael had been young, not a full grown wolf so Sylvester was able to drag him fairly quickly. The soft ground of the jungle, and the thick brush did make his adventure harder though.

Finally he reached were his comrade and the new member had gathered. He dragged the half eaten corpse straight to Flynn, even though he was already eating something. He new that the Myou could continue eating. "Caught something nice. Surprisingly it tastes like fish."

He then looked at the other wolf. "Well, Comrade Flynn, seems like you've done a nice job collecting this one. Is that wolf blood I smell on him?" Sylvester sniffed the air, but didn't wait for a response. "Good, seems like he won't freak out so much about that." He indicated the Cael. He then addressed Sparta himself. "Wolf, what is your name?"

[sparta]

Sparta watched in relative peace as Flynn ate. If your definition of relative peace is racking your brains because you know you forgot something, but unable to find it! He knew he needed to ask another question, he just couldn't remember it for the life of him. Eh, what was it?!

But he was saved his inner chaotic debate as another wolf stalked up, dragging a young Cael along with him. The wolf proceeded to address Flynn and Sparta himself. The Lupus commented on how Sparta smelled of blood, then asked his name. Sparta eyed the Lupus carefully for a long moment.

"The name's Sparta... and I take it you're Sylvester?" Sparta wasn't one of those villainous freaks who had to constantly say their own name or hear themselves talk. He was more blunt and... to the point, so to speak. "And no, I've killed before and seen death. You may choose to believe whatever you wish on that, but violence and blood do not bother me."

[Flynn]

Flynn's beady eyes lit up as another corpse was deposited in front of him. Two little corpses for his gargantuan appetite. He swallowed his mouthful and addressed Sylvester, "Yeah, I met him the other day, gave him a task to go kill someone, he brought me this." He pointed with an oddly rodent like hand at the lyxxus.

Having given his explanation, he busied himself with finishing the meat off of the fist body. He sniffed at the second on and took an experimental bite. "Hnn...It does taste like fish, that's a nice surprise." And with that he was gone, lost in devouring the second meal. He figured that since Sylvester was here now, he could answer any questions that the new member had.

He did pause to tell Sylvester his verdict on ranking though, "I think he will make a good thug until he makes another kill or two for us. He has the makings of a solider." Then again he was at his task of cleaning up the bodies.

[sylvester]

Sylvester let a wiry grin appear on his muzzle. "Guilty conscious? I never said anything about you not being able to handle death. But you are correct, I am Sylvester. These are my lands, so know you're place. I will take Comrade Flynn's advice and place you as a thug. When you prove yourself, you my move up. Until then be content with your low rank."

Sylv paused, and glared at Sparta as if challenging him to whine at his placement. "Now ask me any question you have, for i will not tolerate them later."

[sparta]

The Yagi shrugged, looking at his new leader with a calm, if slightly annoyed and disdainful, acceptance. "Whatever sweetens your meat." Well, now he was fairly satisfied. He was in the pack, more or less had the general acceptance of the leader and another member. Not that there seemed to be many members to begin with, if Flynn was telling the truth. He didn't seem like to type to be lying.

He gave the other a toothy smile, Yagi sabers gleaming. "Just one more. Where is this commons again? I'm gettin' that feeling like I wanna rip into something, and I'd prefer to do it well-rested." Yes, he was a fairly strong Yagi, and yes, he he could hold out awhile. But then again, he'd been carrying a body for what, the past day, almost completely across the known lands. He felt like he wanted to sleep off the annoyance, and he got grumpy when he was tired. Even if Sylvester was the big boss dude, a pissed-off Sparta in a grumpy, tired-mood was liable to be dangerous in a way that he wasn't when he was awake. He tended not to care about what he attacked when he was bushed.