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- Andrezej Lykoi - 01-24-2008 [html]
- Icarus Phoenix - 01-26-2008 Hope you don't mind. I need to get Icarus in more threads. [html] indent Icarus had reached the five month mark only two days before, but had barely noticed amidst the confusion and commotion that had been brought about by his father’s sudden illness. Icarus wasn’t really clued in onto what was wrong with his father – aside from the fact that he had battled a cougar and fallen into the river – but he could only hope that he would get better sooner or later. He wouldn’t be able to deal with the death of his father. At least, not this soon in his life. And even so, what kind of state would that leave Storm in? indent This was the first time that Icarus had wandered to the Concrete Jungle and it wasn’t as exciting as he would have hoped. With thoughts of his father weighing down his high spirit, things that normally would have lured Icarus to explore only caused the young whelp to nod at. The houses were something he had never actually seen, but still they didn’t draw the pup perhaps as they should have. Finally, he stopped outside one building, sniffing in the air at what he thought was the smell of someone close by. Taking a few steps closer, the pup stopped just meters outside the front porch of one building. The darkness within was ominous, yet held a sort of mysteriousness that was drawing Icarus in. Sniffing at the sky, he took a few steps further, but hesitated when his paw snapped a twig on the ground. "Creepy", he remarked in a hushed tone to himself. - Andrezej Lykoi - 01-30-2008 [html]No problem. He didn't run, but his walk up the street was brisk, urgent, as if he had somewhere to go. Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps he truly did have a destination; it was hard to tell in those deep, dead eyes. He didn't need to adjust to walking in that form, for some part of him had always known how to, but the hand thing was a whole other story. They clenched and unclenched as he walked, balancing himself with the gentle swinging of the arms, getting a feel for the new separate digits. That was when the twig snapped and the voice spoke up behind him, and he turned, noticing the pup near the house he'd come out of. The boy seemed somewhat drawn to the house, hesitant by his posture, but very obviously not a coyote. He smirked and headed back, those strange hands thrust casually into the pockets of the oversized shorts.
- Icarus Phoenix - 02-12-2008 [html] indent He instantly lifted his paw, noting that it was only debris he had stepped on, a useless twig. He wanted to go inside, into the black shadows which devoured the interior, but something held him planted there. Perhaps it was the thoughts of his father in the back of his mind – he needed to stay out of trouble while his father recovered. Yet, the simplistic intrigue and curiosity so common to youth was luring Icarus closer and closer. At least, that was, until a voice piped up behind him. indent The voice wasn’t harsh and certainly didn’t sound threatening. Yet as Icarus turned and stared into the unfamiliar yellow eyes of the shifted coyote, he could feel something malevolent in the air. He could feel it a little before, but the presence of this coyote gave it strength, like gasoline to a fire. Giving the male an uneasy look, he answered, "That place." He wanted to turn back towards the house, but felt easy about turning his back. He didn’t suspect Andrezej of foul play, it was just that things here really were creepy. - Andrezej Lykoi - 02-16-2008 [html] That place isn't bad, he informed the other. It's cool. Which was a lot to be said about anything that he considered to be, "cool," given his sadistic mind set. It would have to have sharp contraptions, and it would have to be dark and brooding, for an atmosphere, for him to even think of enjoying it. In the nighttime blanket of blackness, it was easy to appreciate the human structure much more than he would have normally. Go on inside, it's really cool. Whether it be creepy or not; it would effectively trap the unshifted wolf, and there was a small possibility that lingered in the air, speaking toward a hilarity that would be shared only by he and his vocal chords. But that was a plan for later. |
Nothing bad, he insisted, stepping after the slightly younger wolf. It was just that simple, he had to remind himself, to bring others to their knees through simple seduction. Such was the way that things would always be; there were those who bowed too easily to the will of others, and those were the ones who needed to die out. He smiled as sweetly as he could at Icarus, tail waving through its hole in his new shorts, and nodded his head upward, urging him to keep going. Because in there, there was no other way out. It was a virtual prison for an unshifted Luperci. I was in there, myself. Nothing can hurt you. I'll come with you, if you'd rather. |
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