Defanged destroyer limps into the bay now

Nazario | Halifax | Noon

POSTED: Tue Nov 07, 2017 1:30 am

Virue

Somewhere in Halifax, a department store lay in ruin, and that is where the trio of Infernians had stopped. “I don't want anyone to see,” Virue blinked in the damp, dusty light. Mangy mounds of clothes littered the room, and Virue was standing there on four legs, looking small amidst the toppled, rusting racks. Rialu’s brow furrowed, and she placed a hand across her mouth. The large openings where windows had been reduced to shards let the cold breeze sift through, and the dull light illuminated Virue’s pale face. Finally she spoke, “We won't look, promise.” Virue simply looked at her with his cool blue eyes. She shook her head. “Fine, I think there's a back room,” she told him, “do it in there and I'll show you the clothes after.”

The scout nodded quietly, and made his way past Rialu to the back room. Through a door and down a small, linear hallway where many doors lined the walls. He managed to slip beneath one of the still-hinged doors and the floor. He realized the stall had a formidable portion of wall crumbled into the alleyway on the other side. Winter-worn plant life crept around the brick, and tickled his paws. He watched a bird perch on a wire through the holes in the brick and plaster.

Virue still wondered why Rialu and Nazario had brought him out here. They had met at some point, talked, and what? Why was there such an immediate interest in traveling to the outskirts of Halifax? He suspected they wanted him to move on, spend time with friends rather than being off in his own world. But Virue felt he could not be forced to stay in a place less appealing than what he could conjure up. The real world was so much more difficult to understand than paint on canvas or lines of poetry.

The gray light that slipped through the clouds lit the stall like a pale bulb still hung from the mildewed ceiling. He listened for silence, and only then did he replace it with the sound of his body twisting into one with two legs instead of four. Several minutes later he sat down and leaned against the half-ruined wall. Tall, weedy grass brushed his shoulder, and he almost jumped. He looked down at the scars—the once agape holes to his soul—that had made his current form possible, and he bit the side of his mouth to hold back tears. Footsteps. “Virue, you ready?” his friend asked. “Y-yeah,” he replied with a shaky voice. “You okay?” No answer. “Listen, I'm going to toss these over the edge, okay?” Virue drummed along his knee with his fingers. “Kay,” he said. Then the clothes came toppling onto his head. He immediately discarded a torn red long-sleeve. He slid it out from under the stall door.

In the end, he kept only one item: a pair of cargo pants with shredded knees, sliding the rest to Rialu’s waiting feet. “What, may I ask, was wrong with this stuff?” Rialu’s voice sounded, seemingly frustrated. “C-can you g-get me something cooler?” The hybrid asked from inside the stall. “The p-pants, I like.”

She left. “Figured you'd appreciate pockets with all your messing around with paper and pens!” Rialu called from the main room of the store. A jacket arrived promptly, making Virue frown. “Cool enough?” Rialu asked as if expecting satisfaction. The leather jacket came back from under the door quite swiftly, a little more crumpled than when Virue had received it. Rialu frowned, but soon shook her head. “I should've known,” her harsh steps left the fitting room. “Je suis un idiot, le garçon veut ‘cool’,” she muttered. Moments later, a new article of clothing landed at Virue’s feet. He picked it up and felt so immediately happy with it that he grinned. “Shit, you like it don't you?” Rialu asked with regret, “There's some kinda monster on it…”

Virue looked at the graphic on the (mostly) white sweater. A gray beast emerged from the depths, jaws wide as if to take a bite from the bold, red word above. “I-it's real,” he told her. Rialu snorted. “Sure, sure thing, Virue.”

The sweater was returned to Rialu, gently folded. Minutes later, Virue emerged from the stall, four-legged. Once again he walked amongst piles of ruined things that human beings once browsed, looking for something to buy. What he found instead, was something outside the walls. A brilliant blur of blue whizzed past the window, out in the street. Knowing exactly what it was, Virue ran toward one of the wide-open windows, leapt through, landed semi-gracefully, and gave chase. He saw the Blue Jay land on a twisted street pylon up ahead, and that’s when he was struck hard. Scattered fragments of his beloved words floated behind his eyes. He looked up to see tall luperci with a bristled coat looking him down, wild-eyed. The stranger motioned to bring his knife down into Virue’s head when a grisly noise proceeded to throw a bloody mist into Virue’s face. He squinted, grimaced and saw two arrows protruding from his chest, fletching glistening in the damp. The thick clouds rolled on above the man's wide eyes. His attacker clutched at his wound, grunted, and fell in a heap. Virue was still on the ground, mouth agape, heart pushing red waves through his ears: whoosh. They were gonna need a bigger boat.

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Last edited by Virue on Sun Dec 10, 2017 2:44 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Wed Nov 15, 2017 4:21 pm

my heart was flawed, i knew my weakness

He hadn't known why the duo had approached him, but Nazario was more than happy to tag along to help the newly shifted Infernian - in truth, he was happy to tag along with anyone. Things were far too tense. He was far too lonely.

He had never ventured this far from their territories before, and it never occured to the del Bosque boy that the world was so large outside of the borders of Inferni - he knew the Dampwoods, he knew the Bay, but this was something else entirely. His gold eye peered over the skyward stretching bones of past civilization, rotting and stagnant and neglected from years of disrepair, and picked over by countless scavengers. On ocassion he pivoted on his heels while following the duo, spinning about to stare up at the buildings in awestricken wonder, before his ears folded back somewhat into his hair.

The department store itself smelled musty, a large and dark cavern, boxy and strange. Warily, Nazario eyed the panels in the ceiling, some of which sagged low, some of which deteriorated low and swung down, soggy and unlike any wood he had actually seen before, before he concerned himself with looking to his companions. Virue ushered out of sight to the back with Rialu, and Nazario poked about the moth-eaten cloth for viable options, running his fingers over some of the materials for ones that didn't fall apart at the touch. He himself came across a long strip of yellow, patterend and gaudy and ugly, perhaps, and he touched over it, rubbing circles through the soft texture with his thumbs, and glimpsing over his shoulder, he picked it up for himself, wrapped it about his waist. Rialu came back, and they started sorting through clothes.

Occassionally he offered up random pieces, though he had no basis for taste, pushing them haphazardly towards Rialu with folded ears with soft words, 'this?', 'maybe', 'how about'.

The gold eye watched as four-legged Virue trotted out of the back rooms, and Nazario offered up a satchel to store those clothes chosen, only barely catching the sound of claws softly clacking on old floor and linoleum before it was gone - and the orphan spun to look around for Virue, greeted instead with his absence, before he ran outside, spotted strangers, and let loose a shout.

"Virue!"

It was perhaps a chance too late, Virue was struck, and Rialu raced along on Nazario's heels, quickly notching her arrows and sending them flying, striking with thick and dull thuds against the broad flesh of the attacker's chest, and Nazario froze somewhat as he watched the wild-eyed mongrel stagger back, clutching absently at the arrow shafts before collapsing onto his own weight, and he felt his stomach churn. "Virue!"

For a second he thought the stricken clanmate had been killed by the blow, though he could see the twitching of those ears, and the del Bosque boy raced faster on his feet, the yellow sash fluttering about behind him as he sought to close the distance between his four legged friend and himself.

"C'mon, buddy, we gotta go, we gotta get out of here."

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POSTED: Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:07 am

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Virue knew it was too soon to leave Inferni. Things like this happened outside of the safe boundaries of their territory far too often. The boy had waited for the knife to come down and send him flying through darkness, prepared to leave forever, but what came instead was the horrible draining look in the bandit’s eyes before he slumped to the ground. Nazario came next, calling for him to stand, but his words came out frail and soft as if he were a distance away. Virue knew he couldn’t do this, not now, but then he opened his mouth and murmured something at the young man. “B-behind…” Another shrewd wolf stepped out from an alley behind the Tirones, his gold eyes burning. He swung a small axe at Nazario, trying to sink the sharp, rusty head into the coyote’s back.

Virue’s eyes darted around, almost tripped on the sky, as if it wasn’t exactly where it should be. A body fell from the clouds, and it took a moment for Virue to spot the arrow standing from its burial point within the corpse’s back. Rialu must have shot that one down from a rooftop. Then Rialu was locked in a fight with another bandit that had appeared from the alley, too. She had resorted to using her hunting knife — her bow was lying in the street now — she stood with the blade readied in front of her, keeping distance between herself and her assailant, her legs spread apart. The thought of that bird’s brilliant blue feathers soared painfully between Virue’s ears, it mocked him now with its wonderful colour, just out of reach. Virue’s head felt as if it were moving and pitching at an unwanted angle — as if his skull were floating in a sea brought on by the blow he’d received. He pulled himself to his feet, unwilling to watch, and leapt for the wolf who was attacking Nazario. Virue latched onto his leg and bit hard into his calf, growling. This incited a scream of agony from the man, but then suddenly Virue was yanked away, kicking and thrashing. A set of hands hauled him away, and a knife went to his throat. The sciens whimpered, but continued his struggling. “Quit movin’!” A rough voice spat. Then Virue’s shoulders were slammed into what remained of a crumbling brick wall, and he caught a long look at the luperci’s face. He had crooked teeth all bunched up in a snarl, and hard green eyes — one eye turned lighter from a scar that ran down his brow. “We din’t follow yer sorry arses all across bloody town for ya ta fuck it all up!” The bandit hissed. Virue felt as the cold piece of steel was pressed hard against his neck. The hybrid squirmed and grunted, and his muzzle opened slightly to show teeth, but only his eyes spoke as they stared at the vagabond with a deep, hard focus. Virue only heard the sounds of his friends being attacked. He couldn’t bring himself to look.

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