trapped in amber, petrified

Kai Aiolos · 02-07-2010, 04:56 PM

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EMO KAI IS EMO. For Sicarus. Last thread for them EVAR. ;-;

In Character

That goddamned coyote had gone and scratched the hell out of his face. Kai was certain it was going to scar, and his ear now lacked a rather large section from where the beast had gotten it with his teeth. Of course, they had to run. Four of the monsters had come at them, and they were not prepared to deal with such a thing. Still, the loss stung deep—deeper then the scar on his haunch, deeper then the cuts on his face that were going to scar in time. Kai felt the loss because it was a sign of weakness, and he hated himself for showing it. It was unacceptable. Haku would not tolerate weakness in his pack, and Kai did not intend to make himself weak. Sure, he had defended and obeyed his child’s mother from that green eyed woman, but that was a loss—the bitch had lived. So had all of the coyotes.

Sulking on the couch, where he had been for the majority of the past few days, Kai’s blue eyes no longer held the boyish light they had when he had arrived. Instead, they were terribly dark and wicked. He had retreated into the darkest place of his mind, and for the two year old, it was dark indeed. Eating was mechanical, as were all of these things he did in order to keep himself healthy. Now, he was keeping his mind distracted by gnawing rather unattractively on a deer antler, taken from the most recent kill he and Sicarus had made (which even then, had been a joyless task), only occasionally imagining himself crunching a coyote skull instead.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 02-09-2010, 07:28 PM

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In Character

The reek of defeat had taken over the house; Sicarus felt it permeated every nook and cranny and porous surface of their dwelling. Neither he nor Kai had spoken too much in the last few days; each seemed to be licking his respective wounds and nursing his injured pride. They had never intended to fail, and in their failure they had not inflicted so much damage on the coyote clan. Sicarus was glad they'd at least been able to engage in confrontation, but he could not help feeling that perhaps if his packmates were not a bunch of sniveling and whining women. Maybe they would have been able to actually do something in the face of the coyotes; maybe not—Sicarus could not help but feel cheated. He hadn't expected Haku himself to show up; it would have made little sense to endanger their Glorified and Exhalted Leader in the very first battle they engaged in.

The Charme was in the kitchen, using an old stainless steel knife he'd found in the kitchen to slice it into cuts. He was no butcher; they were jagged-edged steaks and certainly there was no real skill to it. Maybe they would bring some to Haku, maybe they would stash it all the basement for storage. It wouldn't stay forever, but if he dried and salted it, and left it to hang in the cool basement, it was likely to last them at least a month, if they were to use it as a supplement to their regular hunting diet. Sicarus thought it would be especially important to keep a small store of food—if both of them were too injured to hunt, Sicarus would sure as hell starve before he asked a woman to touch his food. The thought turned his stomach, and he sighed softly, trotting away from the half-eaten and mostly-sliced carcass, unable to continue the process of preparing the meat for a moment. There was still blood caked onto his hands and arms.

The tawny wolf's movement was slowly, clearly hindered by the beating he'd taken from the first coyote and the next few in the following days. He was Optime as always, and the jagged scars across his chest were evidence of how badly Snake had hurt him. There were a few new marks across him, though he'd managed to avoid decapitation by the coyote on the horse. Settling down to the chair across from Kai, his bright orange eyes flicked to the man's face, studying him as he chewed the bone. There was obvious tension here, and Sic would not be the first to break it. Instead, he twirled the bloody knife in his hand for a moment, his orange-yellow eyes occasionally shifting to Kai. Sic was uninterested in breaking the silence first. Sicarus was the subordinate here; even if their official pack rankings didn't quite make that clear, the tawny Charme followed the other wolf's instruction and example, always. There was no nervousness within Sicarus; he was sure that Kai found him a suitable enough partner, otherwise they would not be shacking up together.

Kai Aiolos · 02-09-2010, 07:43 PM

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In Character

Kai had no use for the tools that Sicarus made use of. He would eat any meat in any form as long as his body was fed. It was not for pleasure that the wolf ate, only because he needed fuel. The marrow he extracted by cracking bones open was a minor addition to this, but it kept him busy. Now, above all other things, he needed to stay busy mentally. Anything to forget the fact that they had failed in their task. Haku would be disappointed after all the faith he had put in them—their ranks had risen quickly, in recognition for their loyalty.

He continued to chew the antler, enjoying the crunch between his teeth, not stopping when Sicarus came into the room. His companion’s presence did not perturb him. It was not until the earth-toned man continued to stare at him that the much lighter wolf stopped what he was doing and lifted his head to look Sicarus in the face. “You done in there?” He asked flatly. Even his voice had dropped, turning rough as if the damage the coyote had done to his face was not just surface deep.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 02-09-2010, 08:26 PM

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Looking at the implement of destruction in his own hand, Sicarus thought about maybe carrying something like this the next time they went into battle. The baseball bat had been useful, for certain, but it was far more boring to Sicarus to kill his foes in this manner. He liked to spray blood, he liked to taste the fear coursing through them. The tawny-furred werewolf did not know if he wished to give up that particular pleasure; it was just so nice to feel the other canine's despair and fear coursing through his hands as he tore through the flesh. Still, this was not the same as he was used to; that had been made perfectly clear to him the other day with the coyotes. War was infinitely different than hunting women back in the city streets—he had not been expecting full-out atacck the other day, and it had taken him sort of by surprise. Still, war was a chance for perpetrating more violence, and the tawny-furred werewolf couldn't pass that up. Haku demanded it, after all.

At the other canine's question the werewolf lifted his eyes to the other man again, something like relief showing on the Charme's face. "No. I just thought I'd take a break," he said. Kai didn't seem to be quite as picky of an eater as Sicarus was; the elder wolf had taken his time to slice off pieces of the meat before he devoured them. Both of them had been hungry, though—with their injuries it was making things far more sour, and Sic surely didn't hold it against his comrade for being snappish. He was certain that he had lost patience in the past few days, as well. At least now with full bellies they could relax some. Recuperation was key; sad as it was Sicarus did not think he would risk another attack before he was at least eighty percent well again, and that could take some time.

Kai Aiolos · 02-09-2010, 08:35 PM

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No part of the Aiolos male believed that murder was meant to pleasurable. He did what was asked of him, without questioning. The horrible part was that he had not done what was asked; he had failed and the three wolves had to drag themselves home. Things couldn’t stand like this, not for much longer. His body was recovering quickly, and while he was certainly bruised, he was young and rebounded from wounds with ease. The scars on his face and torso were the only signs that he had even been the losing side in the fight. “Mm,” he grunted, and lifted one hind leg to scratch at his ear.

Finished, he shifted his weight on the overstuffed couch and focused his attention on the crackling fire. They kept it going because the heat was better for healing, and Sicarus was uncomfortable in the cold. Kai could care less—his Arctic heritage made it possible for him to thrive in the snow. “There’s a lot more of them,” he began, his muzzle twisting slightly. “, then I thought.” Four had come charging out of nowhere. Four meant twenty, or more. Dahlia was large, but the coyotes had exploded in size.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 02-10-2010, 01:49 AM

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In Character

There was certainly a sense of failure within Sicarus; even with Vitium's aid they had been unable to inflict any serious damage on Inferni other than to smash a few of their decorations and to maybe give one or two of them an injury that would sit them down and vitiate their combat abilities for a few days, but they had been unable to return with a wolf's head for Haku. The tawny-furred werewolf twirled the knife in his hand, remaining silent—Kai didn't seem too keen on speaking; he made a monosyllabic noise
that passed for an answer and went to scratch himself.

The tawny furred werewolf was grateful for the fire; prior to their sparking of it he was very nearly inconsolable. The freezing temperatures made his very bones ache, and it certainly wasn't doing his fresh injuries any favors. The Circèe spoke, his words drawing drawing Sic's attention. “Yeah.” he said, his own voice quieted. “Haku will figure it out, though.” the wolf said, sounding slightly more upbeat. If there was one thing that could bring him optimism, it was the idea that their leader could pull them through. After all, Haku was the best. There was no questioning that.

The Charme tilted his head to the side, considering. Kai had been the one to approach the subject of their loss. “Maybe if we had back-up... things would have gone differently,” he ventured, wondering how the other canine might react. It wasn't exactly dissent from the leader, but Sicarus could not help but hold derision for some of his other packmates—the meeting had proved to him that the pack was filled with goddamn women. They weren't any good in fighting, they weren't any good for anything. Sicarus would have gone without ever seeing another girl in his life—but maybe throwing a few of them at the coyotes as fodder wouldn't be quite so bad.

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