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- Razekiel Lykoi - 09-22-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ztable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> razekiel lykoi How funny; how long had it been? How long had it been since he'd known a family beside him, siblings behind him? A year, two years. He was one of Inferni's spawn, one of the deadly three siblings that had were born with a reputation. He'd been one of them once, the bloodthirsty creature that Inferni was so infamous for, but many moons had passed since those days. Many hours had shifted by, many memories had been formed, many faces had been met and left behind. He'd had a thousand experiences away from his dark and deadly homeland; he'd had two years of peace and comfort away from the snarls and teeth. Just like the sun and moon that wind around the earth in a ceaseless dance, of course, those days had passed. Razekiel had grown. Grown, blossomed, loved, hated. He'd done it all.
- Anselm de le Poer - 09-22-2009 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... achine.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:205px; background-position:top center; background-color:#0F1110; text-align:justify; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; color:#ffffff; line-height:16px"> It was the scent of smoke that originally caught his attention. They were all hard-wired to respond to even faint traces of the particles in the air--since the dawn of time, wildfires had been a part of life (or perhaps death). Those that failed to rise from deep slumber as the first tendrils of smoke tantalised their noses would quickly be suffocated and consumed by it. This particular flavour of smoke, however, was of particular interest to the tattooed hybrid. Though he'd found a handful of others willing to share his stash and watch lazy afternoons vanish into peaceful nights, he hadn't found anyone else yet who'd deliberately procured the substance on their own... save Maserati. Perhaps some part of him strongly hoped it would be the dark girl with swirling red accents--he missed his daughter, even more so now that Ryan was gone. His nose was held high in the air testing the wind carefully as he padded on all fours towards the coast, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. But alas, it was not his child who would return today. A call rang up, and though he did not recognise the owner he understood the message. He diverted his course slightly and made his way to the source, shifting on instinct from his halfling form to that of the bipedal optime. His ears fell back once he caught sight of the man, who seemed so very at home lounging against a stick that embodied the darkest parts of Inferni's mission and code. They pricked forward again as his twin red eyes took in further detail. The splash of colour on his face could easily be mistaken for drying blood, but coupled with the golden eyes he could recognise his progenitor at once: Kaena. He strode over casually, though the wolfish part of his blood bade his tail to elevate slightly on instinct. As he neared, however, it was all too clear that his gaze focused on the joint and the smoke that spiralled away from it rather than the other man's eyes. Plopping down rather easily across from the male, he simply grinned. "Looks like I've found some good company," he mused. "You're one of Kaena's kids." A statement, more than a question, followed by another: "Anselm de le Poer. One of Gabe's cousins... or something." hurray! Omg him and Anselm will get along great!!! - Razekiel Lykoi - 09-22-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ztable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> AHAHA they will if Anselm has the patience for hippies. <33 It sure as hell didn't take long to get a response, but the more peachy Razekiel smoked, the less he seemed to really care if anyone wandered over in the first place. The air was rather fresh, wasn't it? There weren't many birds around, but those that were lingering made such beautiful music... Of course, the sickly-sweet scent that rose with his drug of choice stirred around the softness of the breeze, but before he could even begin to dwell on how perfectly grainy the soil was and how satisfying the sound of its crunch was, he was approached.
- Anselm de le Poer - 09-22-2009 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... ts/zen.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-bottom:250px; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#F0F0F0; text-align:justify; font-family:times; font-size:12px; color:#555555; line-height:16px"> lol, I think if he's toasted too, he'll be plenty patient enough! XD @&$Anselm's teenage years were a blur because of foreign substances, some more exotic than others. Some he'd found disturbing--especially those that made the body and mind crave more while they were in short supply; he'd place stimulants or strong depressants in this category. Others held mystery and intrigue, but as time puttered along he found them less and less worthy of pursuit. His relationship with psychedelics had been a fruitful one (at least in his mind), as he'd come to accept parts of himself he'd otherwise tried unsuccessfully to bury. The male rejected all forms of religion, and it was entirely likely that his experiences with mushrooms and LSD were the closest he'd ever get to spiritual "enlightenment." Still, he felt his "vision quests" had served their purpose, so to speak, and so he strayed away from those things now, too. - Razekiel Lykoi - 09-22-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ztable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Inferni had burned with the fire, this Razekiel and his slow-moving intellect had already pieced together. The fact that the clan itself had relocated and survived against all odds was intriguing but little surprise in the end. Before Anselm could move too far ahead, of course, Razekiel found it necessary to fill him in on the question briefly raised. Perhaps the fellow hybrid would appreciate it: "Mother Earth called me Marsh Sunflower for a while," he rolled his shoulders, then leaned to accept the smoking joint once more. "I didn't last in that scene so I went back, man. Too much stuff going on to keep me there." He didn't deserve the earth-loving name any longer, either. Perhaps he was too impure for a name of the earth.
- Anselm de le Poer - 09-22-2009 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... enchfd.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-top:230px; background-position:top center; background-color:#000000; text-align:justify; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; color:#E8E7E5; line-height:16px"> Anselm listened with rapt attention, always more receptive to the idea of "story time" while flying high. His typically pictureless imagination ran rampant, filled with still scene shots like an old film without sound. Usually, his ideas were formulated in language and occasionally numerals. Razekiel, he mused, seemed like he just might always be on some alternate plane; the fellow was quite spacey indeed. Something about any of Kaena's kids being called "Marsh Sunflower" struck him as delightfully hilarious, and a dumb, complacent look washed over his face at the thought. As the younger man continued, the red-eyed wolf's face contorted into a frown--not one that was unkind or aggressive, but perhaps one that was simply confused. "Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about," he admitted, though the sound of his own voice was enough to make him laugh. "Hah!" he exclaimed, slapping him lightly on the back as the grey coyote finished his last few lines. "You seem alright with me, though. I'm sure Kaena and Gabe would be interested to hear you're back," he added. (As an aside, he'd always appreciated nature what he perceived as "well enough," so the concept of anything more than that just seemed foreign--also, since he initially left his birth pack, he'd been more than happy to settle in Inferni; the itch to move on a larger scale had apparently died with his youth.) More than a couple things about the coyote struck him as very peculiar--were he in any other state of mind, he'd probably delve into the "too much stuff going on" and "things got bad" parts more deeply. For now, though, he just nodded with blunted enthusiasm and somehow worked up the energy to rise to his feet. He offered Razekiel a clawed hand, hoping perhaps he'd get another hit for help with a lift so they could go find one of the leaders. "Ah, yea; we had an issue with a damn wolf ourselves less than a month ago. He thought it was a good idea to trespass and take our decorations," he said with a pout, crimson gaze lifting to the piked skulls. While they walked, he decided he could brief the new clan member (with 99.99% certainty) on their status with the other packs. "Couple'a packs in the area you have to look out for, too. Dahila de Mai in the west, their beta is a real shit bag. He'd probably kill any clan member near them on sight. And more recently we've got Phoenix Valley in the south stirring up dust, but that's been quiet for awhile... hopefully it's just settled on it's own." The last thing they needed was a huge conflict going into the cooler months. "Other 'n that the other packs in the southwest don't seem half bad. None of 'em are looking for trouble, at least." In this place, that counted for a lot. -supa tired, sorry this sucks.- D: maybe edit leader needed after your next post or something, and feel free to power play them walking to the caves to find Kae or Gabe/passing the thing around/whatever! and uh, if you want the powerplay i did removed just let me know o: - Razekiel Lykoi - 09-23-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ztable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> the powerplay's fine. ^^ Somewhere along the line, Razekiel began to notice that Anselm was hardly coyote-looking at all; this concept didn't seem to bother him, however, mostly because the pacifist's brain had already registered the stranger as trustworthy Inferni folk. Despite fangs and claws and a reputation to boot, the creatures of Inferni were still -- and always had been -- a tight-knit bunch, bound by familial connections. They kept their enemies close, but their enemies closer. The clan was almost ironic, however; one would assume those accepted by their standards and considered members would be trusted and approved, but Inferni attracted such shady and unnatural creatures that no one in their right mind could consider them all to be safe. Anselm, however, was on Razekiel's good side... though at this point, he really did not have a bad one. Wolves weren't even there -- wolves didn't even deserve his bad side.
- Kaena Lykoi - 09-23-2009 [html] Hooray! Also, Lin, I am ~80% sure Raze & Gabriel have met before, but Mel would remember better than I would. XD It was a lovely afternoon, even to the monochrome hybrid. She remained on the coast, the sun beating down on her back as she stretched out on the sand, her single eye half-lidded as her mind wandered, her thoughts coasting over nothing in particular. It was a welcome change; as of late the hybrid woman's head had been consumed by all sorts of twisted scenarios. Being with Fatin here in Inferni was wonderful, really—but there was still that pesky matter of Jacquez to deal with. Kaena simply could not bring herself to discuss the coppery dog with her russet woman. Molochai's departure seemed inevitable; though he had claimed to want to remain permanently, after catching up with him she had not seen him so much as once. Sighing heavily, she lifted her head from the sand, brushing away her daydreams. A sound drifted to her, and there was something about the strange call that gave the hybrid woman pause. The silver coyote heard something familiar in the voice at the door, and she blinked her single searing eye several times as she attempted to identify the stranger. She could not, though neither could the silver canine identify the tingle of recognition creeping up her spine. Inhaling the air sharply, she could smell nothing. The wind was out of her favor, blowing her scent inland from the bay. She could smell nothing but the salty, fresh scent of the water. Still, the coyote woman could no longer simply sit here in the sand and bask in the sun, could she? No, either way there was business to attend to, so she stood up fully, rearing to her hind legs in one slow movement. That was the last procrastination within her; when it came to the clan's business she was rather swift-moving, and this time was no different. Her two legs carried her quickly to the source of the sound, but she found she did not have to walk as far as the borders today. Two familiar faces came into view, heading toward the central point of the coyote's territory, some twenty feet behind her. Her single eye widened at the sight of the second face, less familiar then Anselm's but still undeniable. Razekiel? Her sable ears folded against her head and she stopped short, giving a short little shudder, that sun-yellow eye blinking rapidly as if he would dissolve again right before her eyes. Anselm's presence was all but forgotten, Kaena's complete attention focused on the lost child, one she had honestly thought she would never see again. "Razekiel," she said warmly, the tone of her voice as if he had never left at all, as if there were just hours instead of years stretching between the present and their last meeting. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-23-2009 [html] -feels like she's dying.- ;; stupid cold.
@#$%&It had taken a little bit, but Anselm was beginning to realise what was so "off" about Razekiel--the way he spoke of the earth suggested something godlike and divine, hinting that the planet was more than just a provider of the air they breathed, the water they drank, and the food they consumed. Indeed, he now saw many parallels between the way the coyote spoke of the earth and others spoke of imaginary, omnipotent beings. Immediately he was puzzled by it. The planet was something concrete and real--he could feel the ground beneath his feet and the cool breeze against his fur, so in that sense Raze's belief system didn't seem as abstract as others he had encountered before. He couldn't decide if this seemed more logical or if it was more disconcerting because one could be so tempted to think it logical.
@#$%&"We've all got our own paths to take," he concluded easily, though the statement was extremely vague. Anselm didn't believe anything else crafted their destiny, but if anyone else wanted to think that way he couldn't do much to stop them. He'd never even realised how strongly Gabriel subscribed to his god, but of all the vices a clan member could have he didn't think this one was major enough to warrant any further thought or fuss. Beyond that, he was now growing pleasantly distracted by the docile tunes the masked man produced from the guitar. "That is simply fantastic," he exclaimed, gesticulating toward the instrument as his tail swung behind him with the beat. He'd seen instruments littered around the cities before, but he'd never heard one actually played. @#$%&It didn't take much longer for Kaena to find them, and he lifted a hand lazily in greeting as he exhaled another lungful of smoke from the dwindling joint. The matron addressed her son and he remained silent, flicking a bit of ash off the end of the joint before holding it out to the second-in-command. He wasn't sure if Kaena would approve or be interested at all, though after their night playing cards with the guys he suspected she might. - Razekiel Lykoi - 09-23-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ztable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> "Right on, my brother," the peacelover grinned at Anselm's response, as simplistic and quick as it had been. Razekiel raised his hand and flashed the symbol for love briefly, smiling mildly over it before returning to the strumming of his guitar. Anselm seemed legitimately impressed; clearly Razekiel doted on this, though he paused his singing only when Anselm praised him and once more when a second visitor appeared before them.
- Kaena Lykoi - 09-24-2009 [html] http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_rain.gif); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom center; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; text-align:justify;"> I am having LULZfits at Razeface. <3 He was not so different. The hybrid woman had only known her son until about his first year, but he was almost fully grown then. His coat was darker than she'd remembered, and it seemed that age had stolen the lightness from his fur. There was russet on his face as well to break up the relative monochrome of his coat, and the hybrid could not help but openly stare with her single yellow eye, taking him in. He did not look so different, but now there was a guitar on his hand and an achingly familiar scent on the wind, the tell-tale glaze of Razekiel's straw-colored eyes. The hybrid woman's gaze shifted to Anselm, surprised as if noticing him for the first time. His hand extended out to her, his fingers clutching the source of that smell. Though Kae hadn't tasted any since she'd been living out and on the far coast, she shook her head, denying the itch to inhale that abrasive smoke. Razekiel was here; she had not seen him in longer and he was infinitely more important to her than getting twisted. So she smiled at Anselm, liking this new discovery—she hadn't known the hybrid was one to partake, and she would have taken him up on the offer sooner if she had known. "In a minute, sure," the coyote said quietly, her attention turning back to Razekiel. The shine of her eye told all, and only the fact that Anselm was in good with the hybrid matron had kept her cordial. Anyone else she might have just growled at for trying to take even a second of her attention away from Razekiel. He spoke, his voice drawling and good-tempered, the softer side of Razekiel showing foremost before anything now. He had his rough patches, no doubt—they all did—but it seemed he tried to put his best foot forward. He lived up to his name, indeed. He pushed the instrument behind him, the melody that had drawn her closer to him ceasing, and came forward, bending to pick something and stick it behind her ear. When his fingers had left her own touched it lightly, feeling the tiny, withering flower stuck there. The gesture was entirely endearing, and the hybrid woman seemed to melt, the most genuine smile she could muster oozing across her scarred features, her ears half-mast. An outsider to the scene would have certainly thought she had indeed taken a pull of the joint, so elated and sickly-sweet was her smile. He spoke again, words that would have been a dead lie from any but her children. Only they could call her pretty like that and mean it, and the smile remained plastered to the hybrid woman's face. His hands fell to her shoulders and his touch was wonderful; until that moment the hybrid had half-expected him to disappear and leave her alone with Anselm and the faint memory of a wonderful dellusion wandering through her head. "Oh no, no apologies... I was afraid I wouldn't see you again," she murmured, pressing forward to wrap her arms around his ribs and encase him in a hug. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-24-2009 [html]
- Razekiel Lykoi - 09-29-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... ztable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> LOL His mother was sympathetic as he expected, welcoming the reeking boy into her arms. He was the prodigal child, the one who wasn't supposed to return; in his stead Samael had remained, or so he was told, but his sister was still unsurprisingly missing in action. Would she return? He barely thought of it, but he expected not. Ahemait was a stubborn one, the trait all three siblings originally shared but had been whittled away during his time spent with the peace-loving Juniper Peace. What would his mother think of that? She had a violent history, a great family of which she was the Matriarch; somehow, as he squeezed her body against his and smiled mildly to himself, such reservations were hardly worth the worrying.
- Kaena Lykoi - 09-29-2009 [html]
- Anselm de le Poer - 10-03-2009 [html] http://i950.photobucket.com/albums/ad34 ... ts/zen.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; padding-bottom:250px; background-position:bottom center; background-color:#F0F0F0; text-align:justify; font-family:times; font-size:12px; color:#555555; line-height:16px"> A fade out works for me! Sorry about the wait ): -Fails hardcore.- @&$The hybrid's ears flicked as he caught bits and pieces of their conversation; it didn't seem like Razekiel intended to stick around forever, but then who did? At least the drawling man was honest about it--it was far more treacherous, he decided, to pledge unwavering loyalty only to up and vanish a few weeks or months later. Beyond that, Inferni was the "home base" of their family. The Lykois, Holocausts, and maybe to a lesser extent the de le Poers (for their strong wolf influence) would always be welcomed home with open arms--the rest of them would understand the intrigue of exploration and the call of duty elsewhere. (Of course, there were always outliers and exceptions--traitors, mostly.) Falling in line with his acceptance of Kaena as an "aunt-in-law" of sorts, he supposed he and Razekiel stood the potential to form such an abstract bond as well--cousins-in-laws? Perhaps; he'd always been awful when it came to familial terminology. |