[M] Something Wicked This Way Comes

Or How Leo Met Torn Bane

POSTED: Wed Aug 12, 2015 10:24 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

This roleplay takes place in Shiloh Hills on August the 11th, late in the morning, and may have graphic violence and language. There may be some instances that look like powerplay, but any violence towards each other's characters has been discussed before starting this thread. Enjoy!


It was unusual for Torn Bane to drift inwards towards the rolling stretch of hills and greenery, and now she wondered why she didn't do so more often. The hulking mutt usually traveled the coastlines, the scent of salt and earth clinging to her shaggy, red-brown coat, but that was due to the interesting trinkets that washed up on shore and her love for wandering the borderlands between ocean and forest. The rocky outcrops seemed to hold secrets from her that she was determined to crack, and yet she had abandoned them in favor of cherishing the blood stained ground one being in particular walked. It was out of her love and devotion for this stranger, who's face was shrouded in bone just as hers was, that she ventured into territory that she normally shrugged off. She wanted to please him, to bring him something worthy of his greatness, and yet the nearest thing she had found thus far was a few shed antlers and the ragged corpse of an elk that had gotten a bit too adventurous and had taken a nasty tumble down a craggy slope. It hadn't died on impact and had dragged itself some distance away, but it was so rotten and picked over that it hadn't piqued her interest and she had moved on. Besides, there was no work in scavenging and the Bone Collector deserved better than that, anyway.

She stood tall one one of the higher hills within the range, her nose flaring as she inhaled and her icy blue eyes sharp and searching. A dense fog had rolled in earlier that morning and it helped obscure her from view, though it also interfered with her own vision. The cool, shrouding fog was almost comforting to her, a mask in another sense of the word, and she was thankful for it.

There.

Her head snapped sharply to the right and her ears cocked forward. She could hear hooves and the bleating of sheep. She stood downwind, the breeze carrying the scent of sheep wafting up towards her, and she felt the stirring of hunger in her gut. It had certainly been a while since she'd fed, though the rumbling was more of a nuisance than a hindrance. She crouched, loosening the clasp of her cloak so that it fluttered about her ankles and would not get in the way of her hunt. A cruel grin slit her maw in two beneath the skull of her beloved brother and she was on the move.The tantalizing scent of fresh prey caused her to slaver and she ran her pink tongue across her rubbery lips and yellowed fangs as she moved forward, nearly on all fours, and her tail flagged out behind her like a banner. She would feast today and perhaps bring her master back a lovely trinket or two. It was when she clapped eyes on the ram that she knew exactly what she wanted. It was much to her annoyance to catch the scent of a male Luperci among the alluring scent of breakfast. A shepherd, then? Well, that wouldn't stand. She pressed her thickly built frame against the grass, hoping that the wind would remain in her favor, as her eyes trailed over the tender morsels and the ram she was so interested in, in search of the fangs she would need to fend off to prey in peace.
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POSTED: Thu Aug 13, 2015 4:32 pm

Leo woke with a jolt, not knowing at what point during the night that he'd given into the lullaby of sleep. His back peeled away from the wooden cart to look around a field of white. In this dense fog, only two from Leo's company of cloudy coated flock were visible. Dawn's ever thoughtful eyes looked up to Leo, pondering over why he always slept so little in the first place to be caught off guard by sleep so often. Taurus was, as always, pacing the group, as the others grazed on what nourishments the ground offered to them. Blinking his eyes, then rubbing a head-rush of such a sudden arise away, Leo looked around. The field really was painted white today, fog flooded the grassy hills like water filled a bowl. And not any direction that Leo turned his head could he see much beyond the reach of his wooden cart. So it was hard to count the heads of the others, but count Leo did. Everyone was accounted for, and Leo relaxed back against the soft storage resting in the cart. There wasn't much of it. Leo's previous stocks of wool and milk were almost getting out of hand, Leo obtaining too much from his loyal flock to trade off, since trading in itself was something Leo was yet to brave. So he'd simply given it away in passing. The whole event had been rather gutsy on Leo's part, considering how he usually viewed strangers. But in passing an old and worn down trader, Leo had offered the withered man the majority of his easily replenished wares. It was a random act of kindness Leo wanted to get through as soon as he could, but the older wolf had insisted on at least a small gift on his half. So he gave Leo some sort of bag, a large leather pocket that wrapped around Leo's back. He'd not used it yet, other than to lie his head back on, but in passing daydreams, Leo imagined that one day he might be able to ditch the inconvenience of trailing a wooden cart around everywhere in replace of a simple carrying bag.

Besides, it wasn't like Leo needed to trade to live. He'd survived perfectly fine- or as fine as one lone, skittish shepherd could- for the past half a year. He'd keep moving, just like the Shepard way. So far it hadn't brought him trouble, so why should the wolfdog change his family's ways? Because deep down, there was a place Leo wanted to go, a pack that peaked his interest due to the kindness and gentleness of one of it's members, that made Leo reconsider his opinions on packs. Leo shook his head, forcing himself to raise up and out of the cart to stretch his woken legs, and clear his head. No, Leo could put his utter faith into one person with enough proof that they deserved trust, but an entire group of others was a whole different matter. Leo wouldn't last if there were so many others around him, relying on him to pull his weight for some unanimous cause. It wasn't that Leo was lazy, in fact he was as far from that kind of nature, but the pressure placed on someone who spent every waking moment being anxious might just be too much.

Leo had gone over the same conversation with himself, sometimes out loud rather than to just covet in his mind alone. Dawn was usually on the receiving ends of such debates, but as usual her actual opinion was pretty mute. Stretching out his skimpy body, Leo looked around. There really was no telling what what out in this morning mist, and kind of predator might be waiting around. Then again, as little as Leo could see, the situation would be similar for any predator. The mist covered everything but noise, and smell. Though, Leo picked up no scent from the morning breeze, other than the warm smell of his flock. So the only thing Leo could rely on was sound. His ears twisted around his mane, unsure of what he could hear when the company he kept was so loud, taking the attention of much that Leo could hear. But, calling Leo cautious, which wasn't hard to do, he could swear there was something going on. Perhaps the ominous atmosphere of the mist and quiet morning gave it away, but once he'd stood up, Leo just couldn't relax his body. It was said that one could feel it when eyes were watching them, and Leo's body grew evermore tense each passing second. There was no proof that the subtle sounds he heard were not just of his flock a few feet away where they grazed on breakfast, but nor was there proof that Leo's group wasn't in danger right now either. Leo swallowed, there would be no harm in calling out, perhaps breaking the eerie silence would spook whatever stalked them. "Wh-who's o-out th-th-there?" Leo barked, voice shaking and confidence lacked in his words. His sudden speech caused the flock to stop feasting as well, all white and black heads lifting with ears piercing the foggy sky above them as they too listened out.

The bi-coloured eyes of the wolfdog scanned around once more, his breathing grew rougher like a storm at sea, until it sharply stopped, as Leo spotted something darker in the mist. It was nothing but a faint figure, but the fact alone that whatever, or whoever it was, was slowly pinning down on Leo's flock got Leo really worked up. "W-who... u-umm.. a-are y-y-you? Ar-are you, l-l-lost?"

Here we go :)
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POSTED: Thu Sep 10, 2015 2:18 am

Maybe it wasn't the wisest of decisions, or wouldn't have been if Leo wasn't Leo, but the minute Torn Bane heard the waver in the wolfdog's voice she dismissed him as a real threat. In fact, she had half a mind to ignore him and instead kept her eyes pinioned on the faint figures of the flock that were materializing before her. It was her belly, not her want to serve the Bone Collector, that was ruling her mind now as her sensitive nose took in the scents of prey whilst she inhaled deeply. She did not immediately answer Leo and instead continued to pace forward. It seemed as though sheep predominately made up this collective and while sheep were tasty, it was the scent of goat that really piqued her interest. Oh, she didn't plan on leaving any of them alive and bleating, but a goat would be the easiest hide to shred for a quick meal before hauling what kill and trinkets she could back to the Western Tangles to share with what she loosely considered to be her companions. Less fluff and what have you, though wool would make a lovely bed lining, especially when the seasons chilled.

The rest would be left to rot in the sun, a grim reminder of the hidden dangers that nature, wild and ruthless as she is, is none too kind those who are weak, elderly, timid, or simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She didn't slow her approach towards the flock and instead quickened her pace, angling herself into an orbit around them while she let her sharp nose, tattered ears, and icy hued eyes filter through the group to weed out the goat she knew was within the throng. Now that she was closer and the hazy figures had more shape, she was certain she could handle Leo and opted to ignore him unless he tried to interfere with her breakfast. The sudden silence was a far cry from the almost deafening sounds of the flock grazing, and her pelt pricked as her fur stood on end. She was very aware of the eyes and ears following her progress.

"Not lost, just visiting, dear."

While she called out in the softest, friendliest voice she could muster it would not take a trained ear to pick out the underlying menace and threat that laced it. There would certainly be no fooling anyone once seen, given the scars that marred her bulky form, the bones she wore as baubles, and her brother's skull that hid her face.

"Why don't you hurry on off and head back to your pack or wherever it is you hail from, hm? This is no place for soft paws."

She grinned beneath the bone that shielded her face, but her pleasure often came at the misfortune of those around her and her attention was quickly torn from the shepherd the moment she clapped eyes on the single goat in his herd. Leo was quickly forgotten. It was as though all her demons were let loose and she needed that hot blood coursing through the creature's veins to spill over her muzzle. She darted suddenly towards the heart of the flock and though her descent was swift and her claws were at the ready, her eagerness and her joy in taunting the wolfdog once her cover was blown made her sloppy. She stumbled as she launched herself into the air, slavering jaws ready to snap at Dawn's throat. Her stumble caused her to falter and what she landed was no killing blow. Her sharp fangs sank deeply into the flesh of her neck, behind her curved horns. While hot, crimson blood flooded her mouth and her bite was a hard one, it was by no means enough to completely incapacitate the pitiful creature.

She expected this would be an easy kill. She anticipated Leo would run and after she feasted she would trail behind, following the tracks they would no doubt leave, so that she could pick them off as she saw fit. Given his stature and the shaking of his bark, she did not think she'd be challenged in this. She, in her limited capacity to love and care for those around her, could not have fathomed that a Luperci could genuinely care enough about these creatures to both tend and defend them.
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POSTED: Thu Sep 10, 2015 7:29 pm

Leo's breath trembled feverishly, unknowing of who or what this shadow was that crept upon him and the herd. The shepherd cursed his foolish self for sleeping, he'd let the danger of morning mist and this grassy bowl trap him and the herd, and above all, Leo was a few paces away from them. They were horribly exposed, and the sharp stabs of danger could easily surround the docile sheep before their shepherd could even reach them. Leo wanted desperately to move his flute to his lips and call them over to him, or even shuffle to where the flock were standing. But, the sheepish male couldn't feel movement in his legs, the cold ground had locked them in place, the dew of the grass seemed to glue Leo to the spot as fear didn't let him make any movement. The dark pupils of his eyes widened when a voice finally called out from the shadow, and a huge shudder was the only movement Leo's body could bare.

The voice seemed sincere, but easy to discover as fake. Leo wouldn't relax even if the voice really was as sweet as summer fruit, so hearing this fake one churned Leo's insides. What would have been a reply, under Leo's constricted through came out as a series of squeaks and whines, caught off abruptly when the mysterious figure spoke again. And their words dropped a great weight onto Leo, making him want to be physically sick. The wolfdog was panicking, knowing that with the suggestion, or rather threat, whatever came next wouldn't be good for him. Of course, with his own foreboding and suffocating fears, Leo only considered himself at risk. For that moment's thought, Leo thought it was his blood this stranger was out for, that the killing intent Leo could sense in the air was meant for him. Perhaps the shepherd would never forgive himself for thinking selfishly, even for those few seconds. Because those seconds had frozen him solid, and Leo wasn't prepared to see the sudden flash of red fur go by, directly for his flock.

Leo woke up from one nightmare to be staring into the eyes of another. There was a squeal of unhealthy pain, and Leo was found watching the assailant tear at Dawn's neck. There was no bravery that made Leo finally move, and deep down he felt that every step towards this living Demon who'd chosen to attack was a step towards his doom. The only thing that got Leo running at the wall of claw and teeth, with the rare sight of his own teeth shown in a weak attempt of aggression was for the one this Demon was hurting. Dawn's little cry of shock and pain would probably forever haunt Leo, but they also got the shepherd to wake up and try. Even though his eyes were still full of fear, and his willpower would easily be broken as soon as those deathly blue eyes turned to focus on him, the skittish wolfdog rushed up and immediately bit down on the skull-wearing attacker. It was indirect, and Leo had no inkling of where was best to attack, so his teeth sunk down onto the red woman's shoulder, refusing to let go and trying to forcefully pull attention away from Dawn. Leo even made some lame attempts to claw across the assailant's maw and face, to try and get her to let go of the goat. He was horribly open, and acted without an experienced thought. So no doubt Leo was about to find his own blood split soon, red, just like the colour of the sky on this cruel morning.

:) Echoing Aurrie's words, PP has been confirmed beforehand and stuff
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POSTED: Wed Oct 07, 2015 8:03 pm

It had been a mistake on the scarred canine to completely dismiss the male she thought to be too weak and skittish to bother with. It was this dismissal that had left her open to an attack while she focused on the tasty morsel that was thrashing and flailing beneath her teeth and claws. The tangy, crimson blood that washed over her senses sprayed from her maw when she released Dawn, spewing over the bleeding goat and coating her own face and neck in a grim sort of bib. The female mutt let out a furious yelp brought on by the searing pain in her shoulder as Leo's fangs pierced her skin. He scrabbled at her face with his claws, but the bone that once was her brother deflected the pitiful afterthought of an attack.

The goat was forgotten as her focus shifted to the wolfdog that was dragging her down and away from her prey. Just as she had left herself open, so had he, and she whipped around towards him, her claws extended. The first thought to flit through her mind was to disembowel him, to spill his steaming intestines across the cold, hard ground. She lashed backwards towards his gut with her dark, sharpened claws and despite the throbbing pain that spread across her shoulder and chest, her maw split in a broad, open mouthed grin as she felt his skin rip.

"So this cat has claws, eh?" She laughed heartily, tongue lolling as jerked away from the wolfdog in an aim to whirl around and take him head on with the fullest extent of her ferocity.
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POSTED: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:24 am

The taste of canine blood was new to Leo's tongue, and his skittish stomach and mind made the wolfdog gag a little as he tried to hold onto the assailants joint. A broken, hardly believable growl left Leo's clamped maw, but his eyes were wide and terrified, with much of the white showing as Leo looked around to his herd. They'd scattered now, amiss and partly invisible in the awful mist. Leo only wished he could help them more right now, but he couldn't think of anything to do against this red-furred woman other than continue to bite down. To Leo's advantage, it seemed to work in getting the violent woman to let Dawn go. The shepherd eyes darted fearful over his friend, the goat coated in crimson and as energetic as a rock. He almost thought Dawn might be gone already for a moment, with hope draining from his eyes in watery spouts, until Leo's feelings were sliced right open, along with his stomach. The instant of pain made Leo let go, his voice cracking with some sort of yelp and howl of pain and shock. The dark claws had cut deep, and to Leo, it felt like all the skin around his abdomen had just ripped apart, leaving his flesh to touch the cold morning air and bleed excessively. Leo stumbled back, folding a hand around his stomach, and almost completely keeling over as he shut down around the new pain. It was nothing Leo had ever experienced before. Where pain had violently shaken him whilst the shepherd was still conscious to feel it's evil touch over his body. The blood of his attacker dribbled down out of Leo's closed mouth, and the loss of his own blood was already making Leo dizzy.

With his back still curved and body tucked in, Leo could only barely look up at his assailant, now turned around with all of her wicked intentions aimed down on him. Leo's body trembled more than ever, knowing the awful cuts to his stomach wasn't all this dark red woman had planned. Leo knew he couldn't bite back again, or find any room to try and counter an attack. His first and only moment of bravery only worked because the she-wolf was distracted, Leo doubted any other chance would come now that she was aware of Leo's bite. So Leo did what the coward could only do, he lifted his arms high, allowing the blood from his stomach to freely ooze out, but to keep his face safe from Torn's shadowy claws and bloodied teeth. All of Leo's attention went into making sure it was only his arms that were hit, fearful of doing anything else. He believed the flock, which Leo couldn't even check on anymore, had ran off to safety now. At least it meant this sinister she-wolf wasn't going to get all of Leo's flock, if any, if the wolfdog could have his way. Then he noticed Dawn, still lying without any sign of movement, apart from the bleeding of her back. Leo wanted to cover her wound, stop his dearest friend from fading like she was. But any movement away from the fight right now would mean worse injuries for Leo, and the shepherd might not even make it over to Dawn.

Leo's hope was all but lost, just like his own crimson blood, until the shepherd caught a glimpse of brown and white. Two grey horns appeared in Leo's vision, dashing right passed the shepherd and picking up speed, before ramming head on into his attacker. The attack gave Leo the chance to lower his arms and back away, sea-toned eyes then staring at the daring actions of his ram. "T..t-taurus, n-no!" Leo barked, his desire to see all of his flock safe and distant disappearing before his eyes as the ram refused to back down, and instead continuing to stand off against the wall of teeth and claws.

PP is all still confirmed, feel free to end poor Taurus or have control of what the ram does :)
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