the moon went up and I went out of my head

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-11-2010, 02:19 PM

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In Character

It had been nearly two months since Larkspur D’Angelo had come to the borders of Dahlia de Mai. In that time, all of the bleached fur had fallen out. Sections of his body had turned salt and peppered, marred by white that was no doubt largely due to his age and heritage. His father was much larger then the D’Angelo woman who had taken him, and had a nearly pristine white coat (hence his ability to take on the families name). Still, in his Optime form, the majority of his bulk was in his black fur. His weight had shrunk as the winter pressed on, and like it or not, his path had been diverting closer towards the blue eyed man that he considered, in some way, his kin.

The horse, which he had led away from the Dampwoods slowly, was brushed with snow and carrying packs atop its saddle instead of the D’Angelo. Larkspur had not even considered that he might be turned away; he had, after all, not come empty handed. His meeting with Kaena Lykoi had been useful, not only to find out a little more about his aunt-mother, but also to find out about Inferni. Even though he had not realized it immediately, she had handed him a key to his own survival. Thieving and doing what was necessary in order to live was something that Larkspur had been doing since he was a child. While he could hunt, he could not survive this winter alone. He needed Dahlia de Mai, and Haku needed him. Even if the madman didn’t know it yet, Larkspur was the key to his salvation.

A much darker salvation, but a salvation none the less. The can tah around his neck whispered and Larkspur smiled thinly, drawing to a halt at the borders. Behind him the horse, the still nameless halflinger, snorted and shook the falling snow from its face. This was largely ineffective, given the massive forelock that covered her face. A low sound escaped the black wolf, whose own hair still bore the bleached tips, and it seemed to settle the mare. Then, he let out a singular summons for the devil in the chocolate coat, and waited.

Haku Soul · 02-11-2010, 03:09 PM

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Burdens lifted when a cry sounded in the silence that should already have been shattered by death and rotting bodies infested with flies and maggots. The dark creatures were crawling around on the forest floor and seeking precious death. They made way for him, opening up a path for the King of Death. Oh, perspective was a strange thing and his own was twisted and beyond reason. He could feel his heart beating steadily against his chest, so full of blood and ashes and that devious black material that run thick through his veins filling him with the sickness that moved so swiftly lately. He could it on his tongue.

The scarred creature of those oddly warm earthen colours halted when he saw the black and blonde male and his hoofed companion. Blue embers glowed dully and studied the large animal that should serve as food and nothing more. His fangs were safely hidden behind dark lips. Haku was normally a monster by the borders, but only to the lesser beings – the filth of the world. Larkspur was something more, came from a world that recognized both good and evil, though punished evil by using evil.

”Larkspur,” the man crooned lowly, stretching his large and well maintained muscles lazily and felt the healing bullet holes meekly protest against the movement.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-11-2010, 04:09 PM

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In Character

The beast from the earth rose out of the forest and its snow as if he was truly just born of shadow. Larkspur recognized him without needing to see—his instincts told him that evil approached, though the darkness was not unwelcomed. It was unfamiliar; it did not belong to any name he recognized or knew. In his Khalif teachings, the man knew that what Haku Soul followed, what he was, could not be Tak. His fur was chocolate brown, and not the soot black that was Tak’s telling sign. This did not mean that whatever it was could be any less formidable; by now Larkspur knew the rumors that followed his companion.

Orange eyes focused on the Rosen’s face, but there was no sign of submission in his stance. “Haku,” he responded, feet planted firmly in the snow. It was apparent that he was not here for a visit, and knowing that the man before him had little time, the D’Angelo continued speaking. “I don’t want t’keep you long,” his deep voice rumbled, off white teeth flashing against his dark fur. “I think this is where I’m s’possed to be. I can’t offer y’much,” Larkspur continued, knowing that he was not educated, not trained, not anything spectacular. “But I have information ‘bout Inferni. Straight from their own mouth,” the man added, face darkening as it pulled taunt, on the verge of a smile despite the fact he found no humor in this fact.

Haku Soul · 02-11-2010, 04:25 PM

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Haku’s hunger for knowledge of other evils found its origin in his own sickness. Haku was destined to run alone in the dark, it had become so much clearer now. Haku appreciated the monsters he encountered because he could see the ugly beauty of the taint within their black hearts. They were close to kin, though most of them would wander this world in solitude. That was their curse, but in return they were granted numbness and love and fondness for what the rest of the world feared and hated. In Larkspur’s homeland the darkness had crowded and was recognized for what it was, then removed. They were alone because that was how they survived. They would scatter across the lands and push forward for their apocalypse. Haku could clearly see the end of the world coming. The black ghosts with their empty eyes and black fangs gaping as the ninth’s vessel moved past. The cracks would open up and fire would climb up and turn all living creatures into ashes. First red rain had to fall to the ground.

A thin, empty smile was offered the multi hued loner in front of him. Ears perked and took in the words and he was instantly pleased when he realized where the man was headed. Haku recruited to waste souls, but the demons were immortal and would stand in the distance and watch the snow turn pink and melt. He needed a second fallen archangel by his side, though he was uncertain if this man truly was the second companion he sought. ”Speak,” the blue eyed beast commanded in a gentle and devilish tone, stepping closer and offering premature appreciation by not charging blindly at the free meat that carried various objects on its back. Yes, Haku could still appreciate beauty within others, though most would find what he saw gruesome.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-11-2010, 04:56 PM

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White scars, burnt with the precision of Misery’s delicate, thin fingers, followed the muscular flow of Lark’s forearms. They spoke of the prophecy that he would not speak aloud, and spoke in strange signs and voices that even Larkspur could not know. He knew the voice of the can tah, and he knew the voice of the ini. In his palm the leather straps shifted, pulled at as the horse, unused to an unfamiliar wolves scent, began backing away. Larkspur held her firm, lifting his other hand to settle the beast. She would likely never take another rider, and he would never expect her to. Even if she couldn’t sense Haku Soul’s wickedness, he could sense that the male wolf was dominant, dangerous.

A singular word was all he needed. “Their size’s doubled since th’war began. Your wolves hurt ‘em, but they ain’t hurtin’ enough. They’re lookin' for a fight,” he added, having read it in the gray coyote’s face even if she hadn’t said it. They were angry, and they needed blood. They had gotten more violent, as proven by his discovery when he had wandered along their borders. “One of yer wolves is dead. Tan n’white feller. They got his head on a pike.” It was being picked by the ravens, but the fur was obvious enough. While he was certain the coyotes had much more goings on, it was their size that had been most impressed upon him. Especially because he had never heard of any group (coyotes, especially) growing to such proportions. Kaena hadn’t simply told him this, she had been boasting about the fact—which told Larkspur it had to be something special.

Haku Soul · 02-11-2010, 05:14 PM

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Looking for a fight. Yes, the cocoa coated Alpha thought Gabriel had every right to be angry. He had taken the doggish male’s mother and almost ripped off his sister’s arm. The Lykoi was a large family; Haku would have enough to do to ensure he would have the Aquila’s full attention. The Dahlian beast continued to smile emptily when it was revealed that a member was already lost to the smaller canines’ sharp pikes. ”Is that so,.” the blue eyed secui mumbled darkly, turning slightly to gaze off into the north-eastern distance as if he hoped to get a glimpse of the wolf’s head far away on the clan’s borders. A fitting end. He knew not how the young male had died, but he had never anticipated a long life for the young male thrown into war. Youth and conflict, although many could agree, those two words did not belong together. They were weak and foolish and still believed in their imagination’s voice telling them that they would be heroes. Haku had no troubles judging the man that had lost his life for Dahlia de Mai; he had no shame.

Blue orbs returned to gaze into a somewhat rare orange. ”They will all die.” the raspy voice announced quietly. Larkspur would understand these words or fail to. Haku’s war was without true purpose. Gabriel de le Poer was driven by anger and justice,. The name given the doggish male had been no mere coincidence – Gabriel was the angel with the flaming sword. Haku wished nothing less than Dahlia’s and Inferni’s souls. ”Will you follow me through water and fire?” he wondered loudly, electric blue seeking the traces of darkness that he firmly believed existed behind the amber of the optime. There were always hidden purposes behind things one did, and Haku silently wondered why the man with good and evil in his pelt wished to stand by his side.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-12-2010, 01:56 PM

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Something had happened, in the time since his aunt-mother had vanished. Larkspur could attribute this to nothing outside of the can tah, and he granted it his faith as blindly as he had the woman who had saved his life. The eagle spoke to him in a quiet voice, whispering in one ear, teaching him how to behave. The bird spirit was not one of nobility—it was a true eagle, intent on crushing those that stood in its path. If he had to don the mask of subversion to make this happen, he would do so. Had he believed it might further his cause, Larkspur would have taken Kaena Lykoi’s breath from her throat; though he could not, due to that unshakable loyalty he carried to Misery. Anything she might frown upon he would not touch, as if some taint was carried with it.

The beast did not see beyond ultimate slaughter, and had he been educated in the fact, Larkspur might have called him the second, and known him as War. Certainly, Gabriel de le Poer did. What Larkspur knew was only the Khalif, and what they had given to him. Devotion to Tak, whom at the same time they feared, knowing him as their devil. Lark wore his mark, and wore his signs. He was nothing less then a walking scripture. It was indifferent to the coming of the end; both the can tah and Larkspur D’Angelo could sense that the end of days was swiftly approaching.

He stared at the self-crowned king, and found that his question begged devotion and obedience. Dimly, the black wolf was aware of his inability to deny such a thing, but a louder and stronger whisper silenced this. “I’ve seen both,” his accented voice rumbled. “And you ain’t seen half of ‘em yet. Y’give me what I need and I’ll do better n’falla ya.” Somewhere, behind his orange eyes, a dark light began to burn. There was no promise, no admittance—he could give him only so much. But it was not a matter of loyalty, for by all accounts Larkspur was a follower…rather, a matter of whom he followed, in the long run.

Haku Soul · 02-17-2010, 03:42 PM

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There was a reason why Haku’s eyes so rarely danced down to the white branded marks on the multihued man’s arms. Haku’s damaged brain was well on its way accepting that Larkspur’s world could not be his and therefore those mystical marks meant nothing. The earthen hued man held no visible markings, but the lack of visible markings on the outside only intensified the horror found on the instance. Perhaps there was a reason why Haku had taken so to his dark furred acquaintance. The light in his eyes were still lit, however dimly, still there was this hidden sparkle keeping the monsters born from nightmares at bay. Maybe he sought a way out from it out – release and redemption. Life and hope always clung tightest together before separating permanently. Although the shadow creatures belonged to him, the Rosen felt far from comfortable in the presence of their empty eyes.

A grimace rather than a grin slowly stretched the cruel man’s weathered face at the accepting words of the wanderer before him. The demon was pleased, for once seeing strength on one of those many that stalked by the borders when war was by the pack’s doors. Violence united them, it seemed, but so few were worthy of the battle that was to come. It had been silent for so long, but Haku knew that patience would be rewarded later on. Larkspur’s words soothed the man’s burning throat like honey gently relieving soreness. What Larkspur needed could be many things, but the two beasts would surely find what they needed in each other. Haku could give the man whatever he wished as long as it was not a sapphire blue necklace or a black, razor sharp blade.

The man kept silent for a bit, wondering if he understood the words other spoke any more. It was becoming harder to communicate though communication was what held the packs together. It did not help much that Larkspur’s words were accented, though it shouldn’t put additional difficulties on their meanings. Haku only understood greed and treated Larkspur’s words as the brute’s needs speaking. Monsters were few, but powerful. Haku saw that he would have to return the man’s favours, and not even then could he truly expect any kind of loyalty. The King of Dahlia had once promised the earlier Queen that he would protect her and the pack, but those words had gone up in flame and turned into ashes of something from the past. Even his own heart was treacherous. "Whatever you need.." the man spoke slowly, his voice wondering -- wanting the man's answer immediately to see if it was worth granting.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-17-2010, 04:50 PM

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Every tiny muscle in the brown wolf’s face told a story. Larkspur read them as he stared at the beast, as if he looked hard enough he could discover his true name. Ancient languages and forgotten magic clung to his dark fur, and there was no doubt that Larkspur belonged to an occult world. He had heard the voice of the thinny, and he had heard the voice of the can tah. The day that a third and much more recognizable voice spoke to him would be the day he knew his path. It would come, no doubt, and it would come in folds.

Even he could not see the future. “You lemme do what I came here t’do,” he explained, but only so far. He would not go into detail—Haku had learned enough the first day they met. “N’don’t expect me t’be here every time y’call. I ain’t here to make friends with your wolves. I’ll fight fer ya, and I’ll kill fer ya, but don’t ask fer more den dat,” he concluded. There was no use in hiding what he was willing and unwilling to do. Larkspur was simple, and in his simple way there was only room for the purpose at hand. Haku Soul’s war was not his, and even though Lark would raise arms if asked, he did not believe in the cause. He had another D’Angelo to find, and once he found her things would begin to move.

Especially once he found that she had children. There was a need to make the Khalif’s way known here and a need to make certain that her children were worthy. Furthermore, deep in his own mind there was Misery’s need for his own procreation. In time, perhaps, he would do so—but for now his path was unclear.

Haku Soul · 02-27-2010, 10:02 AM

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Larkspur’s quest was pointless in the brown beast’s eyes. This was because he was unable to understand what the darker man had in mind. The blue eyed devil had been surprised at first the day he first learned of Larkspur’s full name. He had never noticed anything special about the D’Angelo members he had met except for Misery D’Angelo’s daughter when he had not yet turned one year old. She had been the one and only. He had seen her beauty despite the lightly clouded eyes. Even back then he had been able to appreciate such things. Then Larkspur had come and revealed himself as the second D’Angelo. Had he known Misery had been Larkspur’s companion in the past he would have smiled.

Haku had no issues with Larkspur’s involvement with Addison. The young woman seemed to have a restless heart and the Rosen would always appreciate to see darkness spread. ”Of course,” was his confirmation. Haku cared little if Larkspur befriended Dahlians. He expected their deaths to arrive shortly. He only wanted a second set of fangs and claws to make the battle more glorious. Or was it because he appreciated having the strange man within close proximity? ”We both know why you’re here and what you’re supposed to do.” he stated firmly, making it clear that he was fully aware of their understanding.

Tail lashed through the air as he turned slightly, still eyeing those yellow orbs of a different demon. It reminded him quite of the vivid orange of the wild fires. ”Make yourself at home." he said in his usual dark voice before he turned and continued his endless journey in circles around Dahlia.

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