Play to Kill -open-

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(300), w(340),sy] The jungle ground was soaked with spots of drying blood from the still gasping young stag as a small river of red trickled ominously down an inclination. The buck was young to the point that it had not even grown into horns and it's pure white shape lay in the thickest part of the jungle, the only symbol of innocence now cruelly extinguished. The wolf that stalked this mournful prey had been hunting leisurely all day, and had stumbled across the stag. It would seem the little one had separated itself from its mother and it was its great misfortune that Scorch had been the one to stumble upon it. Ordinarily the lupus brute would have killed it swiftly and been done with it, but Scorch was indeed terribly bored and thought to seek some amusement from the terror and pain he could inflict on the poor creature. So he had stalked the stag through the shadows, lashing out to tear of surface flesh bit by bit and leaving the stag without knowledge of whom was attacking him and no where to escape to. Soon the snowy white fur had run red as lacerations covered the surface of its flesh and it was in terror and exhaustion that it collapsed. Scorch emerged from the shadows, sleeking up to his prize as he stared into the dying eyes of his prey. What he saw angered him beyond a thread of reason; the bastard still had a flicker of hope burning within his young eyes. Snarling viciously the large male ran his claws across the stag's neck, digging in deeply but not enough to reach the jugular. With satisfaction he listened to his prey scream, only to crunch down hard on its ear, tearing it off and proceeding to the other. He would show this animal what despair meant, and then he would devour it. He was now having a rather good time, and he chuckled heartlessly as he proceeded to crunch down on each legs, severing tendons. The blood that now flowed freely into his welcoming throat was divine and he circled around his prey, taking small bites of the creature as he ate it alive. To some the sound the stag made would have ripped their hearts out, for they were no longer that of an animal pleading for mercy, but that of an animal pleading for death. A heinous grin of malice spread across Scorch's face as he stared once more into his prey's eye. There was no more hope, just resignation and submission. Excellent, thought the wolf, you know who your master and superior is now. And with that he tore into the young stag's neck, severing the jugular and ending the creature's life. [/scrolly]

[Braelyn <3]

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[atrb=background,http://i1046.photobucket.com/albums/b469/Plenilune_842/Tables/braelynmid.png] [scrolly:h(110),w(300),sy,c()]The thick canopy of the jungle provided adequate cover from the sun, coating the land in a never ending wave of darkness and shade. Despite the shade that was provided, the lands were humid and stuffy, pleasant to those who did not have fur, such as an older Gaian that was striding through said forest with ease. The girl was a psycho, no doubt, but even she had feelings of enjoyment and pleasure, mostly from killing, but also from water. The water in the air was pleasing on her silver and blue scales, making them appear shiny even in the lack of lighting. They lifted and fell repeatedly with a rhythm, causing a rippled effect on her massive body. Braelyn was simply strolling about the edges of the quicksand with a rather large fish in her mouth. She planned to eat it, as she always did, but something else of interest caught her ears. Yes, ears. It was the dying screams of a poor animal that was being mauled by its predator. Though the screams were nice to listen to, she wanted to watch it die. As twisted as it was, this was a normal thing for the rare female, but she went along with her fish. Her long tail dragged on the ground, thick and powerful as always. She had the urge to drown something with her tail, perhaps she'd come across an animal of some sort or even a stray wolf to kill in the quicksand. Her icy eyes glittered at the thought, then her body stopped when she saw something of interest. She had entered a rather deep part of the jungle only to find the young buck that had been screaming for its life. The wolf antagonizing it was rather familiar. He should have been, considering he accepted her into the pack. It was Scorch, the strange Lupus male she had come across the other day, the one who wanted to...or was currently planning a bloody coupe de tat. Perhaps it wouldn't be bloody, but Braelyn would like nothing more than a tad bit of blood to be shed. She would even be pleased to kill someone herself, feel their warm blood on her tongue, their flesh breaking beneath her teeth, or watch the light from their eyes die as they died. Braelyn sat herself down and watched as Scorch continued to mutilate the creature. The fish hung limply in her mouth and, frankly, at that point it was making her mouth water just slightly. She could smell the blood of the buck, but didn't care much for it. She preferred water creatures over land, though did have a bit of a taste for rabbits. He didn't seem to notice her presence as he finally took the creature's life. She gave a light snort at the show, not even amused by it. She couldn't fathom why he would go to such lengths to show a petty buck that he was in charge rather than the other way around. She pushed the thought out of her head and sat silently, waiting for something else to happen. The fish still hung limp between her sharp teeth.[/scrolly]

[lawson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(230),w(410),sy] Through the dense jungle, a massive dark brown form wandered through the greenery, enjoying the dampness in the air and the shade from that blasted sun he hated: Nightime was a much better time to be out, if you asked the Yagi, but in the jungle, even the daytime could be dark. His large paws thudded quietly as his bright, eerily orange eyes flickered back and forth, his huge, pointed black horns cutting through the stray plant that dared to be in his way. Having just been accepted into the new Mafia, and part of Scorch's devious plot, Lawson wanted to become more familiar with the jungle and the other Mafia members. It was as if overnight the almost playfully insane and deranged Yagi had turned more edgy, more restless and cunning than ever before. Even his inner voice was quiet at times, allowing him plenty of time to think and brood on what was to come. Finally he came to a sandy area, and he knew instinctively that the middle was a sink hole, having explored the are a little before, and because the Mafia was so dangerous there simply couldn't be a sandy area without one: It was almost predictable, but Lawson wasn't going to complain. He was looking forward to having some power of his own, and killing was always a way to amuse himself. He stopped to watch as Scorch, the Lupuse that had accepted him and offered him an interesting proposition, tortured a young stag. Lawson raised an eyebrow in an aristocratic fashion: So much work for food, why try and dominate something that would be dead in a few seconds anyways? However, he ignored the gruesome spectacle, deciding that was simply how this Scorch character was. He came to sit beside a Gaiana whom he recognized as the one he had met at Okoe Beach that day, and he sighed inwardly: Surely she couldn't be a part of this plan also? However, he smiled politely at her: She was after all, good enough to be accepted into Scorch's new Mafia, and perhaps he could learn to like her. Perhaps. "Hello. I see we meet again. Enjoying the, ah... Entertainment?" Lawson himself enjoyed toying with his prey, but of a more different sort: He wanted the interaction with other wolves who could at least talk before he killed them. Such prey as Scorch was devouring was simply food, nothing else. Bloodshed didn't bother him in the least, but he had better things to do with his time. He addressed the Lupuse: "And greetings, Scorch. Am I to assume this is a meeting of some sort?" He absent mindedly shook his horns out, his eyes rolling a little dangerously. [/scrolly]

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] Scorch turned from his kill to glance at his fellow mutineers and grinned maliciously, evident twisted glee in his eyes. He knew the dying cries of the beast could not help but draw in the attention of his black hearted companions and was satisfied to see it had worked. Blood dripped ceremoniously from his fangs, falling to land in the soaked ground that pooled around the carcass. Licking his chops he cleaned the remaining juice from his mouth and walked over to the wolves. "Greetings to you Lawson, and how accurate of you to assume it is. My compliments, once again I am confident I chose well." His eyes glanced at Braelyn, satisfied to see the Gaian had kept her word and nodded a greeting. "I am glad to see you chose to come, how very wise. Now we will have the privilege of seeing the most powerful wolves join together. With a bit of planning this plan of ours will go off without a hitch, or perhaps a little hiccup or two would be preferable?" He looked at his odd companions with a speculative glance, yes he would think that his followers would indeed enjoy a bit of blood shed. He laughed, the sound flowing through the air like a blanket of silk, amused at this thought and sincerely hoped for some opposers that he could make examples of to kill any further resistance. Sitting down he breathed in deep, exhilarated to be in his element of discord once again. The gift of such a wondrous opportunity was more then he could have hoped for. The air felt charged and his tail swished across the ground while he waited for his beautiful mate and other supporter to join the group. He was doing this not only for the pack, but for her and any future heirs that she might bless him with. With adrenaline coursing through his veins he knew that they were destined to succeed and with that success would come many changes. The old way of operating was dead and much too soft. Compliance and constant reports were going to be mandatory, his supporters would have full reign over the members, under his guidance and there would be no room for softness. They needed to join together and demonstrate that the mafia would never be undermined again. No more weaklings would be admitted less they serve as mere slaves, no a new dawn of power was starting to rise that would never be crushed. Scorch's Song

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[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] Tor walked confidently through the jungle at a swift pace, heading to where she knew Scorch and a few others would be waiting for her to join them. The closer she came to the clearing the more she could smell the blood of a stag intwined with the scent of her mate and another she knew as Braelyn and one she did not yet know. Her torn ear twitched as a drop of water fell on her from above. She looked up but the evening sun was showing through the canopy proving that the water must have been from earlier today. She soon came to the clearing passing through the ferns with her head and tail held high her electric yellow eyes glaring around the clearing. She payed no attention to the the yagi and gaian but walked straight towards Scorch giving him a lick on the ear before sitting beside him. Only then did she pay attention to the others but merely giving them a nod and waiting for Scorch to speak as she had no intentions of doing so herself.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] ooc: So as Daci is currently caught up in the joys of high school (good luck daci) we shall proceed without and perhaps this shall leave room for plotting at a later date or she can join up later, but in any case I believe it would be best to proceed ahead with our plans and if anyone agrees or objects just let me know. Apologies for disruting the order but I just wanted to make sure this thred kept on track. Scorch was pleased to see his mate join his side, it brought a tug of affection to his otherwise rather careless heart. In fact, Tor was the only wolf that the fire lupus had any affection for and he nuzzled her neck and gave her maw a quick lick before sitting up straight. The intoxicating scent of the female at his side did nothing but heighten the fire in his blood and his eyes glowed with renewed fervor. He could not have asked for a better partner in crime and he could certainly hardly wait to present the beautiful lupus to the pack as their Donna and his mate. He knew that should anyone disrespect his love he would kill them for their insolence. He spoke out after letting Tor settle, his voice twisting through the dark jungle, "Now you may feast your eyes on the magnificent sight that is raw power, embodied in our characters. As you have been informed, and have seen for yourself, the current reign over the Mafia is falling into obscure blackness. I will not be the one to stand by and watch such a power prone pack die with them." He paused to sigh for some added emphasis and then resumed, his voice cold and calculating, "And therefore the time to strike and exterminate the weakness is now. You all have chosen a rather bloody path and I don't imagine the road will be all that easy, but thank bloody hell for that for who ever said easy was fun." A slight sneer had crept into his voice, one that hinted at the fun that could be had. "I have recruited you all for within you I have seen great power and a thirst for greater goals. With your help we will rise and face the Don and his meager followers and crush those that oppose us. Leave the Don and his precious henchman to me but take any other opposing member you should like. We must deal with this in a swift and merciless fashion, there is no more room for error and I will expect cold drive from you all." He smiled a chilling grin of anticipation, his fur hotter then usual, barely containing the heat waiting to explode. "Now about this matter of rewards...I hope you have had time to think over the ranks for which you will set you eye on, for it is now that we will establish this order to prevent any questioning. I will take place as the Don, my word is law but you have the gift of being the only wolves to influence it. My beautiful and cunning mate, and your new Donna, will be Tor, should you ever catch any wolves disrespecting her bring them to me to be dealt with, her word is law as well." With that he gave a rough but affectionate lick on Tor head. His eyes came to rest on Braelyn and the Yagi Lawson, "As for the rest of you speak now." He waited for a second to allow them to absorb the current proceedings. "We shall confront the pack and the current reign tomorrow at dusk and the mutiny will be brought to them in The Commons. From then on you will assume your desired roles and with some guidance re-instill order in this pack. No more weaklings will be permitted entrance into our midst and should current members desire higher ranks they will need to pledge their alliance to us and fight for it. Are there any questions or perhaps recommendations? By confronting tomorrow we strike fast and deadly and leave no room for counter attacks" He fell somberly silent, his calm and collected exterior befitting his position of leadership and doing nothing to betray his burning yearning for action. OOC: The use of the word tomorrow is in ic time, not ours so the thread will start when this one finishes essentially. Scorch's Song

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[Braelyn <3]

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[atrb=background,http://i1046.photobucket.com/albums/b469/Plenilune_842/Tables/braelynmid.png] [scrolly:h(110),w(300),sy,c()]Her ears twitched slightly when she sensed a familiar presence, one she had known from before this. Her head and body remained motionless when the male showed himself, a Yagi she had met on Okoe Beach not too long ago. She'd had plans to kill him when he sort of realized she'd been standing there. Her icy eyes moved slightly to cast him a cold glance when he spoke to her about enjoying the entertainment. She said nothing, just stared a moment more, then turned her head back to the Lupus in front of her. The fish still drooped in her mouth, causing her mouth to water and causing the spit in her jowls to slide down its scales. She wanted to eat it now and she'd have to do it soon before she considered it to be too late to eat. Braelyn just stared at Scorch as he turned and greeted them, answered Lawson and then addressing her. Her eyes narrowed slightly. What did he care if she had come or not? She was getting something out of this, but that didn't mean she'd like any of them, especially his mate, whom made her entrance rather quickly. She went right past them and to Scorch, greeting them with a lick on the ear, only then finding it in herself to turn around to give each of them a nod. She stared at the female, doing nothing when Scorch spoke to them. Coldly, she listened to the male talk and talk and talk. Well, he had an awful lot to say. He went on about their raw power, recruiting them, rewards, and more than that. After the rewards, he seemed to pause to give them a few moments to speak of which position in the pack they wanted. In her mind, she had already chosen the position she wanted, the position she knew she'd be best at. Rather than Consigliere, she was putting herself in for an Underboss. It was a position that would extract her powers of mind better. She was the manipulative one, the smart one, and to her it only made sense that way. Braelyn lifted her head and used her tongue to position the fish in her mouth. She opened her jaws and her throat, allowing the fish to slide down it whole. She swallowed once to help it down the rest of the way, then lowered her head to stare Scorch in the eyes. "...Underboss." It was a simple statement and she had a feeling the male would understand her without her needing to say anything else. At least she wondered if he would, that way she wouldn't need to say any more than that. Her massive tail curled with mild joy as she thought of killing a wolf or two in the pack at the confrontation the following day. It was all too enticing, but rather disappointing when he said to leave the Don and his henchman to him. Braelyn was hoping to rather be able to kill someone of importance. Perhaps she would get to. After all, he did say she could do anything that she pleased with the ones who stood in their way. At that point, the female could only hope she would get to pin down and scratch up and scar a few of the Mafia members who decided to stand in the way of the coupe de'tat. Nothing would stop them, not with the crushing power they held. She was positive at least some shock would come of this, especially with her being such a massive female. A tiny, wicked grin made its way onto her face, "I will kill anyone who gets in the way." [/scrolly]

[lawson]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/lback-1.jpg] [scrolly:h(230),w(410),sy] Lawson chuckled low to himself when he noticed the Gaiana's dismissal of him, and grinned, twisting his facial features: It was really quite hilarious. While trying to show him no emotion or answer, she actually made the stubborn Yagi realize how much she did loathe him. However, he nodded back to the new she-wolf that entered the meeting, obviously Scorch's mate. He would not be so foolish as to show disrespect or a dislike of her, since she would be the new Donna, after all, and he counted on getting on their good sides: At least for a while. And really, he didn't even know her all that well. Lawson listened attentively to Scorch's words, and the fact that the attack would happen so soon excited the crazed wolf, and showed him that these wolves meant business: After all, nothing else would be satisfactory to him. It was just beginning to get a tad boring when the future Don talked about ranks and rewards: Ah, now this is what we want.... His voice whispered. Indeed... Lawson thought greedily to himself, and waited patiently for his turn to speak. " Most assuredly an excellent time of attack, I'll be there." His orange eyes rolled around a little, just for show. Lawson agreed with Scorch, nodding solemnly. He wasn't used to being under any wolf's command, but decided that if he wanted to prosper, he might as well start now. Lawson knew the Mafia valued servitude and all that nonsense, so he knew that he'd have to respect the new Don and Donna, which wouldn't be much of a problem, as long as he also got a high rank. The Gaiana chose Underboss, as Lawson expected she would, and he grinned: The Yagi knew their could be more than one Underboss, and he wondered slyly if the Gaiana would mind working with him as a partner Underboss. However, he didn't want such a position: Lawson wanted a high rank, but not too high to allow some freedom for himself. "I was thinking of being the Consigliere, if that doesn't pose a problem, since I am skilled in both brain and brawn." The Yagi grinned, looking forward to shedding blood and taking his rightful place in the high ranks. He knew that the Consigliere acted as both a bodyguard and an advisor to the Don and Donna, and this pleased him, since it allowed him to use both his talents.[/scrolly]

[~Tor]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback.jpg] Tor watched the scene with silence not feeling the need to speak. And thanks to Scorch Her dreams were coming true and the thought of leading a pack made her burst with pride, if only her parents could see her now though if they did she would kill them while shock remained on their faces. She shook herself out of it and looked at the Gaian and Yagi wondering whether or not the four of them would be enough to overpower the mafia. Standing up, she walked over to the two of them making a complete circle around both before going to sit back down beside Scorch. She turned to him "Are you sure just the four of us will be able to take the mafia? We don't know how many we will be up against." she looked back at the two with judging eyes, she didn't know the yagi but she did know the gaian and she didn't like the large scaly wolf but still if she was with them then she would have to deal with it but if anyone got outa line then she would kill them without another thought. OOC: Sorry for the crapiness/shortness

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/scback-1.jpg] Scorch listened to the small chosen group ask for their desired ranks, well satisfied that they had each chosen appropriate positions. He suppose he certainly could grant them their choices as he saw in them characteristics that would indeed suit each position finely. "Very well then, I certainly see no current issue with your choices. In that case know that you do have a full reign over the position's responsibilities, but you answer first and foremost to Tor and I. Congratulations dear friends for you have been promoted! Disrespect to your rank is from now on disrespect to the Mafia, deal with it as you will plus confer with me before." He regarded the pair, a hard glint in his eye once more. He chuckled at Tor's words, he had indeed considered this as a small problem. Scorch nuzzled his mate's ear and replied to her observation. "Indeed, one would logically think such a small number might be an obstacle, but I have already thought of this my dear. The fact of the matter it the Mafia is dying, I highly doubt all present members will find it in their best interest to support a reign that is simply no longer there." A small cunning smile sneaked onto his maw. "After all, they have their best interests, and even that of their pups to look out for. Those that will inevitably see reason will support us and help to ensure that other do as well."He looked over the powerful group of wolves, content with the hunger for power and desire to succeed he saw. The wolves would not fail him; and nor would he fail them. Getting up he said, "Well then, if you are all in accordance we are adjourned until the said mutiny happens. Wait for my call and then come prepared to stand." As he turned he whispered in his lovely mate's ear, "And you and I darling will finally be able to raise a family in the glorious setting only befitting our breed. We have much more to discuss, all this talk has once again sparked a fire that only burns for you." With that he ran his tail along Tor's side, inviting her to follow him into the depths of the jungle. ooc: I think this sums this part up nicely, on to conquest! Of course if anyone has something else to add go for it! Scorch's Song

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