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Post by merciless on Aug 23, 2010 23:50:05 GMT -5
** they called her merciless,
leaves crackled underfoot as merciless strode easily across the jungle floor. she was over a mile in to the growth, and exotic plants made weird smooshing sounds under her paws as she walked. mercy knew exactly where she was headed- she was coming to join the hellion mafia. the damp air caused her nose and eyes to fog over and her senses to weaken. the jungle air was a turn off for her, but if she received the position she aimed for, then she'd be in the lands of other packs in no time. the upper trees leaned over her, casting a swarthy shadow down her small frame.
mercy tread softly, trying to keep herself scarce until she could find one of the pack members to reveal herself to. a loud sound caused her to start. her mind registered shortly after the surprise that a branch had cracked, and fur had swayed. was it another wolf, or just a jackalope hopping carelessly along? merciless raised her voice loud and let out a growl. ' who's there? I can smell you a mile away, not to mention hear you. ' she wasn't afraid to lie-- she couldn't smell the stranger, because the moisture had messed with her nose, and the strong stench of jungle was hard to look past.
without listening to hear if a wolf responded, she spoke up again, in a voice loud enough that most pack wolves could probably hear. ' my name is merciless, and I wish to become a spy and an assassin for the mafia. '
ooc// sorry, sylvester, for ditching the last post. I just wanted to completely restart so I could write it better.
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Post by Annushka Аня on Aug 24, 2010 0:26:46 GMT -5
you say it best
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
А н у ш к а
*** & ***
The silent female wandered. She was nothing but a lowly soldier, only receiving her elevated rank simply because she was present when the pack was founded. It seemed to be a rank given out of respect than anything because it would be unfair if the new pack members would automatically have dominion over a pack founder. The gray female stopped as she heard the soft tread of another wolf. Her large, rounded ears flickered toward the direction. She blindly followed the scent, her strong nose able to sift through the dampness of the jungle. She took her scent to ground, following it closely.
She moved with tireless purpose. Her longer forelegs supported a strong back that sloped to hindlegs that were shorter. Her short tail seemed like a gray scruff brush. Annushka passed a pool of light; she only detected it as a brief brightness in her ruined eyes. It illuminated her fur all at once, revealing the patches of rainbow coloration that hued her coat. However, whatever beauty she may have had was marred with her scars. She had scars on scars. Her eyes were blinded by an injury given to her by her master from the days she was a slave. Her throat too held evidence of a history of violence. The thick, pink scar ran on the front of her throat from the time her master crushed her voice into silence.
The scent was getting stronger as the hybrid female doggedly followed the scent. Lupus. Female. In the prime of her life. Annushka read the scent expertly. She could be a great tracker, but her status was that of an underestimated wolf, defined by her disabilities. For all that Sylvester and Flynn knew, she could be an idiot. She felt a bit of anger rise within her for her predicament. Stuck with the inability to receive a higher rank because of one stupid mistake in her past: that she constantly defied authority. No voice. In her anger, she took a misstep and a branch broke underfoot. Anya jumped where she stood, and immediately silenced herself, searching for a reaction by the other wolf.
Unable to answer, the blind and mute hybrid parted the leafy plants ahead of her with the crown of her head. Her careful steps seemed too sure to belong to a blind female, but she had the jungle mapped out by memory for the most part. The only thing she could do was hope that the other wolf was receptive enough to listen to her mind’s voice, for that was the only way that Annushka could communicate.
“No doubt you might have been hidden if I were not so able to track you.”
Her sightless eyes peered over the red-eared Lupus. The Yagi x Sennyo hybrid stood tall, somehow more proud because she had connected with one other wolf in the pack. This made her hopeful to connect not only with another packmate, but a prospective packmate. Could strangers be friends?
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Post by merciless on Aug 24, 2010 0:47:47 GMT -5
** they called her
merciless [/font][/size] [/b]
Mercy's heart leaped as the other wolf appeared. She was beautiful at first glance, with silky fur with all the hues of the rainbow. As the 'ess studied the other wolf more closely, though, she couldn't hold back a bark of fear and of shock. Jagged pink marks ran along the edge of the other wolf's throat, and where two healthy, bright eyes should have been were scarred orbs of white. Mercy almost felt sympathy for the poor creature... then again, her full name wasn't ''Merciless'' for nothing.
“No doubt you might have been hidden if I were not so able to track you.” The voice came from nowhere as it entered her mind. Mercy almost wanted to dismiss it for a passing thought, but the strangeness of it kept her skeptical. The voice was different from hers, and seemed calmer. Mercy wondered if the scarred maw and the strange voice had any relation to each other, but she shook it off.
If Mercy had better senses, and a better ability to smell through such musky jungle undergrowth, she would've scented that this female had the same dark stench as the rest of the territory and the wolves in it... the smell of the Mafia itself. She could detect traces of the Hellion on the other wolf, but she couldn't guarantee the origins. Merciless finally recovered from the strange voice, and stepped forward softly, where she could see the scars more vivid.
Her first thought was, how the heck would a wolf like this make it in a big, bad Mafia pack like this? Merciless could barely stop herself from saying this out loud, though she knew the poor she-wolf could probably not fight back, in her apparent state. ' Are you one of the Mafia? '
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Post by Annushka Аня on Aug 24, 2010 10:33:18 GMT -5
you say it best
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
А н у ш к а
*** & ***
Annushka stood, stoically, simply seeing the wolf before her. Her mouth twisted in a scar-marred smirk before she nodded her answer. Yes, I am one of the Mafia. Her allegiance known now, Anya felt a burst of confidence. Now, she wasn’t a petty wolf without sight or voice. Now, she was one of the murderers, thieves, assassins, spies of the Hellion Mafia. Her small tail twitched a bit.
She stood strong. The longer hair along her spine stuck straight up, but the fur drifted so lightly—a texture so soft that it could barely keep to the wolf it belonged to. Her wispy fur was likewise as soft. Her slate gray coat, peppered with spots seemed one with the shadows as the darkness hid her rainbow patches.
Dull eyes like ruddy flames behind a frosted glass were still able to communicate that her heart was on fire. She was the stronger wolf in this situation. Here, here was a dirty loner begging to be a part of the pack. And here Annushka stood, proud, almost majestic, because she knew that if anything happened, she’d be the one that was cheated.
“I dare you to hide, spy.”
What was Annushka doing? Her leader ought to be the one to challenge the newcomer, but she was so drunk with the thought of, for once, being the wolf in power, that she couldn’t resist. The worst that could happen was that she would be expelled by the pack. The best that could happen would be that Sylvester would finally realize her worth and skills.
A game of hide and seek. The spy hides, the tracker seeks. It wasn’t about being hidden or being found. It was about what the other wolf utilized. Back tracking, crossing water, laying tracks on top of prey tracks, hiding pawprints, rolling in pungent scents, and other skills that were essential for the spy or assassin. This was Annushka’s test for Mercy.
Afraid that the wolf was unable to hear that voice in the mind, scratching at the back door of her thoughts, Annushka calmed her mind and powered the words behind it. There was much concentration on her part, a deliberate mentality to how she inserted her words into Mercy’s head.
“Hide, now. Hide. Hide. I dare you to hide, spy. Hide, hide.”
Annushka sat, her odd body shape made the way she sat seem straighter and prouder than most other wolves. And she blankly faced ahead, unseeing. Her ears were laid back. She was motionless. And she hoped that this wolf had caught her words. For if she had, this was going to be fun.
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Post by merciless on Aug 24, 2010 20:19:58 GMT -5
** they called her
merciless [/font][/size] [/b]
Mercy had sat, restless, for a moment while the other wolf seemed to contemplate her and see if she was worth an addition. Suddenly, a voice loud and clear as her own burst in to her head. It had the same sound as the voice before, but this voice was confident, and couldn't possibly belong to a scarred 'ess like the wolf in front of her? Hide... the voice didn't sound as if it was warning her, and a moment later her logic was proven true. Wait, I know this game! Mercy suddenly felt her confidence flood back as she realized this.
Before replying, Merciless bounced away from the other wolf, backwards, and darted in to the undergrowth. She lifted her muzzle to the air as she sprinted away from the she-wolf. The wave of scent that hit Mercy made her nauseous, but she knew it was perfect. The smell emitted from a clump of ferns, damp with the dripping jungle rain. Within moments, Mercy's fur was grass-stained and smelly. She sniffed the air. There was little to no trace of her scent, at least that she could tell.
She sprinted off in a new direction, on a diagonal from where she had left the Mafia wolf standing. I'll humor her, Mercy grinned at the thought of this. At a time like this, though, she was glad her white fur was easily stained. The mud and ferns had turned her roughly to the color of a mossy log. A mossy log.. that's it! She knew there must be an undergrowth-covered log nearby. But first, she would have to lose her tracker's scent.
Mercy sniffed, but she couldn't smell much, so she used her ears to guide her. As she walked through the thick growth, only occasionally did she have to pull up a plant that announced it had recently been stepped on. She twisted her ears, and suddenly heard rushing water. A stream! Crossing that would definitely help clean her scent.
Without stopping to look at the water, Mercy leaped in. It was deeper than she thought, and had a strong current. She cursed under her breath as the ferns and mud washed from her fur. She was bright as a lamp now!
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Post by Annushka Аня on Aug 26, 2010 11:11:10 GMT -5
you say it best
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
А н у ш к а
*** & ***
Annushka sat silently, her eyes unseeing, straight ahead. Light played with shadows. She was still able to tell light from dark and sometimes she could even catch the silhouette of other wolves if they got close enough and were in an area of adequate lighting. Annushka could be a specialist, a tracker perhaps. If only Sylvester knew her gifts. Then perhaps she could be a dedicated tracker instead of a female playing games with this merciless wolf.
Annushka was a hybrid between a Sennyo mother and a Yagi father. In truth, a Yagi had forcebred her mother, and then her mother sold the new pup into slavery. Probably for nothing more than a raw bone to chew on and the burden off her shoulders. Her hybrid vigor included a particularly keen sense of smell. But her blindness had her learn to use her nose expertly because her nose and ears were mostly what she used to navigate. It also gave her extremely powerful, bone crushing jaws.
The hybrid raised her head and air-scented before she brought her long neck down and took to the ground for the scent. Annushka followed it, only being tripped up occasionally by new plants her feet had not memorized just yet, but so far, Mercy had been a fool. There was no doubling back and criss-crossing, or even prey-overlaying as Anya followed the trail directly to the area in which Mercy had rolled in mud and ferns. You’ve got to know more than that, little wolf. Perhaps the best wolf to teach one to hide is not a spy or an assassin, but a seasoned tracker.
Annushka went slower, still finding the scent in her powerful nose. Mercy would have to be smart to get this wolf off her scent. However, the rush of water slowed Annushka down. She stopped at the edge of the stream. Had she been sighted, she might have seen the bright wolf in front of her. Had she been able to swim, she might have stepped into the water and found the wolf. Instead, Annushka sat down. Her mind was cold because she didn’t actually find the wolf and took a blind shot in the dark. She thought out, hoping to catch Mercy.
“We’re done now. You should have made the trail in the beginning more convoluted. I found your cover-scent. But, it’s a good start. Come now.”
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Post by merciless on Aug 26, 2010 18:34:28 GMT -5
** they called her
merciless [/font][/size] [/b]
Merciless had barely made it past the river when the voice of the strange wolf had entered her mind again, pointing out obvious flaws. ' Damn it! ' she cursed under her breath. ' I should've paid more attention. ' Mercy continued to listen as the other wolf made a comment that Mercy could come with her.
This quote sent her heart racing, and fear pulsing through her veins, despite being a skilled actress and a brave 'ess. Fear! That was for the weak, wasn't it? ' What are you going to do? ' Mercy howled through the forest, aware that the other wolf was nearby. ' Kill me? If this had been a real crusade, I would be dead. Shall you show me just that? Death? ' The pale wolf's blue cheeks fired up, as they sometimes did when she felt overwhelmed with emotions of some kind. Her eyes burned, and her mind cluttered itself with uselessness. The forest around her had gone deadly silent. Am I dead already? She couldn't help but think.
Flexing her damp pads, Mercy scowled and raised her muzzle to sniff the air. She parted her jaws again to speak. ' Or, if you won't kill me, you will take me to the Mafia and have me torn to shreds by the pack I wanted to join. ' Now, Mercy knew she may be just giving the strange wolf ideas, though she didn't really care. Her quick tongue and persuasive tongue was all she had left after the failure she had given in to. ' If you have made no move to injure me so far, you may wish to train me? Hone my skills, make me the perfect assassin for your home pack? Ah, what does it matter, fox. '
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Post by Annushka Аня on Aug 31, 2010 20:01:39 GMT -5
you say it best
WHEN YOU SAY NOTHING AT ALL
А н у ш к а
*** & ***
Anya had simply guessed Merciless’s location. She had thrown out her thoughts into the abyss and, like magic, the wolf gave herself away. Annushka frowned, wanting to give the wolf more lessons in the art of concealing oneself, but decided for a better time. Now, Merciless wanted pack initiation. And, by the sounds of it, the Mafia’s reputation had twisted what other packs and wolves thought of it.
“Who told you that the mafia is about death and destruction? It’s merely a pack of respect; something you’ve already shown. You have yet to be skilled enough to make an assassin, but your talent is there.”
Annushka attempted a smile, but her heavily scarred muzzle made it seem like a smirk. However, her foggy eyes still communicated her sincerity. “The mafia would be foolish to send you off. Either to be a loner or to death. Foolish.”
Annushka gave a raspy gasping sound. She sucked air into her throat in a feeble attempt to laugh. It felt good to actually have a reason to try, but it was painful. She coughed a bit, reminded all too well that she was forced to be a mute by long ago injuries. Her mind still worked like a talkative wolf.
The hybrid snorted and then nodded quickly in a gesture to get the newcomer to follow her. She headed toward the heart of the pack. So that Merciless could meet Sylvester.
ooc: sorry 'bout slow posting ^^;; Still getting used to the college schedule! 
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