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Quote:Thread Prompt: Some strangers are cutting across Inferni territory where it stretches into the mountains. They don't stop to hunt or cause trouble, but it's still trespassing, isn't it? Scare them away from using the shortcut, or perhaps "escort" them through -- after all, they wouldn't want to go missing, would they?
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(304) Izual's planning on making the travelers go *poof* - will you deter him from his plan or help him? >:D


There were strange smells in the north of the pack lands. Smells none strange to Izual, but strange on Inferni lands because they didn’t smell like the pack at all. They smelled like the strangers Izual hunted in his free time; the strangers’ whose blood stained the forest floor ever few days; the strangers’ who screams echoed through the night – but if a tree falls when no one’s around, does it make a sound? If a Luperci screams when no one is around, do they really make a noise?

There were strange smells in the north, so Izual went to investigate.

With Izual’s tracking skills – honed in the many moons he went hunting for his own kind – it hadn’t taken him long to find them, nor long for them to feel an ever-lurking presence hiding among the trees, watching, waiting for them to make one wrong move.

Since they were trespassers, this was a kill he was allowed to make in the name of Inferni, right? He wouldn’t be reprimanded for spilling blood on the pack lands, right? They are in his territory, right?

Right. Because he said so, and because it was right. He counted. Two men and a woman. Two seasoned travelers and a woman that looked as if her eyeballs would pop out of her head. Every flutter of the leaves or every bird noise, she’d flinch, jump, gasp, while her counterparts would stop, listen, and then continue picking their way through the mountains. The two men led the way and the woman, adorned in a long skirt, followed.

She was a jumpy one, indeed.

Hanging back only for the moment, Izual hid in the trees, keeping somewhat of a distance as he planned his attack. They were on his lands, posing a danger, and he would like them removed. Permanently.



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00+ I had my eye on this for a while. ;D

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Generally Vicira left matters of trespassing and war to the Bellum and Sciens beneath her. When she heard of the trespassers making shortcuts through Inferni lands, she avoided the mountains -- or seemed to. At first she didn't want to be bothered or risk getting injured when there were many warriors chomping at the bit to prove themselves for the clan, but her old duty as a scout called her, and she went to investigate.

She took her four-legged form for stealth and speed, knowing that like this she would be better able to outrun any wrongdoers. It allowed her to make her way up the mountain pass, agile and quick, leaping from rock to rock and squeezing through gaps in bush and stone that would have stymied her Optime form. Vicira stopped occasionally to lift her head to listen and sniff, but there was nothing for some ways.

Then she saw them, meandering down a path cautiously. Quickly, the grey coywolf loped up among the stone into the foliage -- where she spotted a reddish-grey shape crouched, like a predatory gargoyle. An odd smile crossed her face, and she sidled up close to him.

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(311) oh man Vici and Izi come to cause trouble >:D


Orange eyes remained locked on the trespassers for some time until they began to disappear beyond the ridge of the mountain. From what he observed, he marked the jumpy woman for fun for later, and the seasoned travelers for death first. They would be the most difficult to deal with, he thought, and then he could chase the woman down in the woods later and torture her until he saw fit. Yes, that was a perfect plan in his small little world and seek and hide.

Izual had been so into his plans that he hadn’t noticed Vicira approach until she was right at his side – in which he started. He stopped himself just short of cursing and checked back at the empty ridge to make sure the travelers hadn’t heard him and come back. ”Don’t startle me like that!” he hissed, but waved her after him anyway. He turned back to her and held his finger to his mouth to inform her to be silent.

They crept along in the brush until the travelers were in view again. The female picked skittishly along the path, and her male counterparts seemed to be involved in a deep, interesting conversation. They weren’t paying any attention to her. Izual turned back to Vicira, amber eyes meeting those of cool blue.

”Have you come to kindly ask these trespassers to leave, or is your plan similar to mine?” he asked her in a low voice. ”I’m sure your mother wouldn’t mind three extra skulls to decorate her border… but maybe we should carve trespasser into their bodies and leave them along the border for a stronger message…”

He wasn’t quite aware that his views of stronger message could also be viewed as extra psychotic. He was only thinking of a helpful way to keep trespassers out of Inferni, not how delicate Vicira’s imagination was.



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OOC: winkwink

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Izual Massacre came from bloodlines with dark names and darker pasts, bred from a history of violence that was written in scar tissue in his red-grey pelt. He had a reputation, but one that was entrenched in the unknown; elsewise he wouldn’t be permitted in the clan borders, Vici thought. She believed this as much as she believed in her own invulnerability—dangerously.

He drew her in, hypnotizing like a serpent. She didn’t know whether to milk his venom or crush him beneath her heel.

She’d always been entranced by dangerous men and their prospects. She was confident. She’d handled Liir; she could handle Izual. Marlowe was a ghost in the wilds, a branded traitor.

She peeled dark lips back to reveal teeth still pearly with youth, mocking him for his jumpiness unbefitting of a warrior. Her Lupus body was small beside his hunched one, but it was a boon to stealth as they crept through the foliage, watching for the figures. The woman Vicira saw looked nervous, her companions less so; perhaps they had done this before. Her eyes narrowed.

Izual looked back at her, and she met his fiery gaze directly, cocking her head. She snorted and managed to look unperturbed at his suggestion.

“My mother,” she said, “would just want to scare them off.” She lowered her scornful voice and crouched in the foliage, thinking. “I didn’t take you as the kind of guy who could read,” she added, a barbed bon mot. “I’m afraid carving words into their bodies would be on lost on most folk.” That was a delicate rebuff, even if her own skin crawled at the thought. Then again, how was that better or worse than taking their heads? Surely he hadn’t meant cutting into them alive.

Surely not. It would make the word illegible. She bluffed her way through this internal, dry humor and ignored her stomach twisting.

She frowned thoughtfully and looked back over the group. “We kill one of the men. Maybe the other one we can hurt, and drive off along with the woman.” Her tail tip twitched like a restless cat’s. “That way she can spread the news that trespassing isn’t taken lightly here, and she’ll have a crippled friend as proof. We’ll keep the dead one for the border, of course.”

It was a compromise, she thought. The woman looked so scared that she couldn’t stomach murdering her. And it was murder, albeit one that Vici would use Izual as a tool to commit.

Better than killing someone over a joint. Her stomach protested.
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(339) winkwink right back lol


Izual would be a predator off of his leash. All Vicira had to do was say attack and he’d burst forward, tearing at the stranger’s heels. He had to compromise, and that he didn’t like, but in the company of regular company he had to be careful. He had to behave. If Vicira was allowing him to kill at least one of them, then he needed to take the opportunity and run with it. Later, he just might run into the woman and her comrade anyway. Then he’d have some real fun.

”Well, I can’t,” he answered, in regards to her comment about his literacy. ”But I was hoping you could.” Though, she didn’t seem onboard with the idea anyway. Whether dead or alive, he’d need to know how to write and spell trespasser, and without Vicira’s approval, he’d be unable to carry it out. He knew some Satanic symbols from Belial’s rituals that he supposed he could use in place of the word.

”Ok, their heads on pikes then, instead of skinning and painting the skull. The skulls would be painted in their skin and blood for many days before they rotted away, and then you can paint them or whatever,” he pitched, still very excited for the morbidity. Vicira seemed to have a darker side than her mother, and he liked it. She was swayable – albeit not easily – and he briefly fantasized about her coming to see his way of thinking.

Waving Vicira along, Izual crept through the forest, getting a better vantage point on the wanderers. He would need to scout them out and he’d need to scout out the surrounding area, too. He’d hate to have to kill them all for acting stupidly or using something in the forest he hadn’t expected. ”Will you be joining me or are you just gonna watch?” he asked, and his voice took on a suggestive tone by the end of that sentence.

Vicira could lead the leash or let go - either way, the deed would be done.



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Izual began to jabber on about heads and skulls and rot, and Vicira wrinkled her nose at him in disgust – albeit an almost playful sort. “One head,” she reminded him; she didn’t want to kill more wolves than they needed to, and she was still on edge about the woman. Whether it was because of her sex or because she seemed so jumpy and afraid, she didn’t know; maybe it was weakness that Izual could mock her for.

“We take one head and you can dump the body at the pass or whatever. And we let the others go, after scaring them to death and giving them some bites they'll remember, so we can tell their friends.” She repeated what she said before, but impressed some tone of authority into her words.

She trotted after him, slinking with her head low, and scrambled up a small slope so that she could stare down. She sniffed – she could only smell those three, at least – and peered down at the rust-accented man thoughtfully. Her dark ears swept back.

“Can you take on both of the men?” she asked. “I can’t – I’m not a fighter. But I’ll scare the girl, I can handle her.” Her fur prickled along her spine, a dark ridge, and her eyes gleamed with an odd excitement. She was nervous about being hurt, and about this whole situation blowing up out of her control, but she wanted to prove herself.
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Orange eyes watched the strangers amble along in the forest. The men were having their jolly conversation, while the female lagged behind. Vicira offered to scare her, but he didn’t quite see that as necessary now. It seemed anything could potentially scare the woman; it didn’t have to be direct.

”What about distracting one of the men?” he asked, gesturing to the two of them. She was a female; surely she had talent in distracting males. ”Can you do that? I don’t think we need to make effort to scare the woman. She’s already doing a fine job scaring herself down there. Yeah, nah. I need you to put on that seductive charm.”

That sounded perfect. Vicira would meet them first, ask them if they’re lost and aware that they tread on a borrowed path. She’d flirt, engage the men and make them believe she was there for them – or whatever – and perhaps ask about the woman they were with. Ask them if she was very important: their mate or something. Then Izual would come out… and eventually kill one of them. Then they’d surely run.

”You can look as surprised as they will when I kill one of them, and then if anyone tries to hurt you, they’ll have me to answer to. Sound like a plan?” he asked, quirking his head a bit, but staring well past her to the trespassers beyond. They certainly didn’t want to answer to him.



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Izual argued against her offer, gesturing to the males, and Vicira’s brow furrowed as she glanced down at them. “How do you think I’d do that?” she asked, before she could stop herself, and then shut her mouth. She didn’t want to appear inexperienced or hesitant to the rust-grey coyote, not when she need to cultivate a reputation of strength. “I got it,” she said. “I can do it.” She’d seduced Marlowe, after all—or maybe he’d seduced her—but Liir and the stranger Basilio had killed, they’d been so simple. She could do this.

The pumpkin-eyed male’s head tilted as he stared out at the path, but his question was direct. Vicira nodded again, and took a breath.

She could do this.

Vicira disappeared along part of the pass, fur rustling against leaves. She shifted, though it took some time; curves tantalized some men more than the simplistic shape of the Lupus form. She couldn’t understand the reluctance to couple with someone on four legs, but she did know that hands made some activities infinitely more rewarding. She needed every one of her assets now, and when she finally slipped off onto the path, she was tall and wiry and slender, soft-footed, and hopefully quite a sight.

At once the woman startled, but one of the men caught her arm with a laugh, while the other—a hybrid with frayed whiskers—stopped and eyed Vicira.

“Hey,” the coywolf said, and hoped her voice was low and inviting, even while she let a trademark smirk flash across her fire-blushed muzzle. “You folks know where you are, right?”

The man holding the woman looked skeptical and tense, but Whiskers laughed. He saw what she wanted him to see—a conspiratorial smile, an inviting cock of the hips like she would go nowhere. “Coyote land,” he said. “You’re not going to eat me, are ya? Mouth’s a little small for that, coyote.” He was brazen, contemptuous, and all the same enticed—she saw it. As much as he looked down on her, saw her as no threat, he was curious.

“I doubt my mouth is too small,” she sassed, and Whiskers guffawed, turning to exchange a look with his companion.
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(000) we'll torture Vici one more round ~ I'll have Izual make his move in my next reply >:D


Izual studied them while Vicira studied him. The sounds of her breath touched his ears, but by the time he had decided to look back at her, he was staring at her back as she made her way down to the trespassers. A malicious grin crawled along his muzzle as he watched, but instead of staying stationary, he used the time that they were pleasantly distracted to creep closer to them. He remained hidden, obviously, and quiet so they did not hear him or suspect him. Luckily, both males seemed interested in Vicira’s banter.

See? She could do this.

Izual settled somewhat behind the man and his jumpy woman. The breeze still blew from behind the trespassers, so that was good; and if the conversation continued like this… Izual’s surprise would definitely send the frightened doe hurling herself through the woods. He didn’t know what Whiskers was going to do… but he was ready to kill them both, like his original plan anyway.

Amused orange eyes watched the tense man as Vicira sassed their visitors. He wanted the man to engage her and he wanted to see the woman’s reaction. He wanted to see the man do something before his untimely death… anything.

The trembling female’s eyes wandered about, eventually resting upon the bush that Izual hid behind. She couldn’t see him, but there was no doubt that she felt like she was being watched. She had felt that way the whole time.



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“Well, feisty coyote,” Whiskers continued, advancing a step. “What are you gonna do about us?”

Vicira met his gaze, hoping that her disgust didn’t show. He was certainly brazen; these were no innocent folk skirting the borders, though any fool who crossed the line of skulls was too stupid to be truly innocent. She wasn’t certain about the woman, but the men seemed to act like they had the right to trample through the mountain path.

There was hatred, and there was absolute dismissal. At least some of the wolves that hated coyotes and Inferni thought of them as threats. Here, she might as well have been a fierce-eyed rabbit.

She wasn’t entirely sure how to play this, and it took a lot of effort not to search the foliage for Izual; he was taking his sweet time, for certain. She could spring the trap on them immediately, or act sultry and confident, or perhaps play into the man’s apparent beliefs that she wasn’t a threat.

“We can keep this quiet,” she suggested, and he was nodding along like this was a good plan, until his face was inches from hers. “You’d have to convince me not to rat you out, though. You don’t want a pack of coyotes on your heels.”

“Mm,” he said dismissively. He slid a hand to her hip, the other lifting to touch her hair. She pressed her cheek against his palm, peering up through dark lashes. She purred, and his careless expression shifted; nostrils flared, pupils widened.

“We don’t wanna waste time either,” the second man reminded Whiskers, hushing the nervous woman as she stared at the undergrowth.

“You won’t last too long though, will you?” Vicira asked, and her fingers danced down the line of the wolf hybrid’s pale belly. He shivered.

“Nah,” he said, and then huffed when his friend laughed. “You’re sly,” he chastised, and the frazzled whiskers brushed her own. “You coyotes like your tricks.” His hand dropped from her cheek and seized pale, soft flesh.
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The situation began to lean closer towards favorable as Whiskers’ attention was on Vicira, his friend’s was on him, and the woman’s was on the bushes. No doubt she’d scream, but he wanted her to. She’d scream, startle the other man, and he’d have Whiskers all to himself. The anticipation grew into a fluttering ball of mosquitos in his belly.

He could wait no longer.

He popped up from the brush he hid behind, and just as he had guessed, the woman yelped loudly, startling everyone. As he passed her, he grabbed her by the face and pushed her into the other man. Neither of them had much time to react. Whiskers had then just looked back, but Izual’s jaws had already wrapped around the back of his neck, clamping down, pulling hard. Izual ripped him away from Vicira and threw him on the ground, climbing on top of him, and finishing the job as quickly as it started. He had no blade, so his jaws did what was needed. They latched onto the Wolf’s soft parts, his neck for instance, and then he thrashed until his face was soaked and most of what he held onto rested in his mouth willingly. He chewed and swallowed, leaving what was left of Whiskers behind.

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The woman shrieked.

Whiskers turned as Vicira flinched under his touch, but then the red-grey shape of Izual reared up behind him and sank teeth into the back of his neck. The canine was wrenched from her and thrown down, and Izual fell upon him, biting, thrashing, rending flesh and spilling blood. The sight of this was enough to stun Vicira, at least until she heard the others—the man cursing, the woman crying—and then she sprinted past Izual and the savaged man and snarled at them.

It was enough for the woman to faint, though the man had abandoned her and ran at Izual’s manic look, tail streaking behind him. Vicira threw herself at the woman who’d collapsed to her knees, knocking her down and slicing open her cheek with a clawed hand.

“Tell everyone you don’t fucking mess with the coyotes,” she spat in her face, and the woman sobbed until Vicira let her go. Even then, her blood was up; she half wanted to throw herself at the girl and knock her down again, scare her more. She wanted to give chase.

She glanced at Izual and curled her lip. “We get the man,” she said. The woman wasn’t a threat to them; she would spread word, warn others about Inferni, weep as she recounted how savage they had been. The man, though—the man might come back with others.

She didn’t wait to see if the warrior agreed. She ran.
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(000) giving Vici the reigns on this one! :D Izual loves to watch her slaughter things anyhow <33


Blood-soaked and ready for some more vengeance, Izual turned to find two Wolves running for their lives and an anxious-looking Vicira. He cast a lazy glance down to Whiskers who had just stopped gurgling at that moment. Vicira threw direction at him and was off before Izual could even affirm. ”I thought you’d never ask,” he chuckled, and followed the gray coyote after the man.

The woman and the man split off in opposite directions, and despite Vicira’s orders, Izual made note of the direction in which she ran. If he ran into her again, he would have his fun… if. If not, he could also have his fun with Whiskers’ friend over there. Vicira was hot on his tail, and Izual was catching up.

The trespassing man led them towards the base of the Halcyon Mountains where the forests were thicker and there were more places to hide. As if he would get the chance to hide. Lucky for them, these were Izual’s stomping grounds, too…



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266 words. And lol too bad Vici sucks

She didn’t know what to call it, this igneous energy burning through her veins. Perhaps it was bloodlust, a mark of the tainted Lykoi genes that turned her to this cruelty and ferocity. Perhaps it was an urge to wield power, to hurt someone to make up for the hurts she’d suffered through. She did not picture the yellow wolfdog or even her hawk-eyed beau as she chased after the fleeing wolf, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t feel that predatory surge of anger.

But the energy died down the longer she ran, and when she paused, sniffing as they fell along a wooded path, doubts began to resurface. Despite her title of commander, she was not a soldier, a warrior; she wasn’t a killer.

Her hesitation cost her terribly.

The wolf had barely enough time to throw himself into the foliage, and as he weighed his options he realized that he was a cornered animal, one that must lash out if he had any hope of survival. Despite his desperation to escape, he acted: lunging forward, hooking an arm around Vicira and bringing her into him so that he could fasten his teeth into her shoulder.

The girl screeched with pain and writhed, feeling the scrape of fangs against her flesh and the heat of blood trickling down one silvery breast. She twisted and managed to kick at one of his legs, but he tightened his hold. She felt breath choke from her as his forearm pressed her throat.

“I’ll kill her,” the wolf shouted at Izual.
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Izual had been hot on their trail, but not hot enough. He witnessed all that happened, but was too far away to catch the other in time. Vicira hesitated and the Wolf acted. He hooked his arm around the girl’s neck and sank his teeth into her shoulder. She struggled, but she was delicate. She could not break free. Izual skidded to a stop before the scene, quickly regaining his hulking composure, sidestepping the terrified man just a bit to get a better look at the situation.

”With what, exactly? Your fists? Your fangs?” Izual chuckled. ”You do realize that either of those options would take too long to accomplish. By the time you have your hand around her throat, squeezing hard, or your jaws aimed even near her again, intending to puncture all that you might, and you will truly know what it feels like to die at the hands of an Infernian. Let her go. You’re in a bad situation and you have little time. I will be upon you.”

Izual stepped closer, and the male threatened some more, but there was already too little of a distance between the men. Unless the other was going to attempt to drag Vicira through the forest, somehow get away from Izual, and kill Vicira in secret, he wasn’t going to accomplish that today.

The blood-stained Massacre tried again. “You’re already in a good position to leave, and I don’t think you’d want to go choking on your own blood like your friend did back there… Do you?” He quirked his head innocently, as if he didn’t mind either way… because he didn’t.


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Vicira strained her neck and stood on tiptoe, doing all that she could to make it harder for the man to keep his hold on her. His jaws had released her shoulder, leaving a shallow wound that nonetheless hurt; she could only hope that it didn't scar. If she got out of this without further injury. She growled.

But the rusted coyote caught up to them and rumbled a deep laugh, informing the wolf of everything that was wrong with his plan. Vici could feel the man's arm trembling slightly, and gulped air. His hesitation was not enough for her to break away, not yet, but as Izual padded dangerously closer, his resolve faltered.

He began to release her, a hand falling to her back to shove her toward Izual, but Vicira had waited for it. She spun and slashed him across the face, aiming another kick at his groin before she sprang back toward her fellow Infernian, panting and grabbing at her neck.

Get him! she snapped.

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(000) Grossly vague post is gross... and vague. LOL. Wrap up with your reply, maybe?


It may well have been the first successful ledge talk that Izual had ever given. Usually, things such as these ended in bloodshed and violence. Yet, as he pointed out all the flaws in the Wolf’s little getaway plan, he could see the intent in his eyes fade as he considered walking away from the situation a free, alive man.

Only Vicira would know that it was wishful thinking by a longshot. Izual never left any loose ends dangling. He would tie up all those little fuckers, no matter how much blood had to be spilt.

There was a quick movement - one that involved Vicira raking a clawed hand across the man’s face and kicking him where it hurt. He didn’t quite see that coming, but was grateful for the suspense. This would make killing the guy less of an awkward move.

”Oh, I intend to,” Izual sneered, closing in on the trespassing Wolf now, blocking his path from running in all directions except back. But as Izual claimed earlier, he was upon him with a great grin and a glint in his eye that would have made the toughest brute question his intentions.

”But you said--!" the Wolf tried, backing off in a panic.

”I did.”

And instead of going for his throat like he did Whiskers, Izual bent and tackled him as if trying to rip him off his feet so he could get a better advantage. However, screams of agony quickly confirmed that an advantage was not what Izual sought. As the two of them went down, Izual ripped into the trespasser, disemboweling him in possibly the most gruesome way.


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