[M] Don't they know you're full of pain already?

p. Max; Burnt Church Mountains

POSTED: Fri Aug 28, 2015 10:00 pm

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(600+) NPCs: Izual Massacre. The body is at the base of Burnt Church Mountain. They walked to the Miramichi Waterway real quick (brb) lol. Night-time. For Max.

The woman they targeted reminded Belial a lot of the witch they found in Wolf’s Peak. Meness. Her name sounded like a hiss, and the look in her eyes (while she had them) made her look like a coiled snake waiting to strike. Of course, between the two of them, she never got the chance to strike. They struck. They struck her and eventually, with bleeding sockets, she was crawling away blabbering about “don’t kill me please”. But she should have realized that they did her a favor. She would have stumbled around the forest until she bled out. She would have been lucky to come upon someone who would end her misery.

The white wolf they targeted today was a lot like Meness, though she wasn’t a witch and the innocent fear that reflected in her eyes right before their killing blow was nothing like the one in Meness’s. They had not gotten as far as subtleties. Izual wanted to act fast, so Belial didn’t even get a moment to introduce himself to the young woman. Instead, Izual lodged a nice-sized rock into the back of her skull.

But she was a fighter though. Of course, a lot of action went down before Izual made the killing blow. She punched him in the face and kicked Belial in the groin, and even after Belial accidentally shaved off a good portion of the skin at her thigh, she continued to fight for her life. Like Meness, she begged for her life; and like Meness, she would have likely bled to death or died from infection if she had won, so as Belial saw it, they did her a favor.

Izual never needed a reason to kill. He enjoyed watching other suffer, especially women. He enjoyed getting blood on his hands, smeared across his abdomen and sometimes even sodomizing the bodies when he was finished – though that was rare. He preferred his meat alive, and that was only unveiled in stories.

Belial, on the other hand, killed for his own purposes. Mostly for sacrifice to his Lord, Abaddon. He required sacrifices in order to remain faithful. Belial wasn’t strong enough to kill like Izual did. He was only able enough to trick his prey into a trap or drug them so that he could do what he wanted with them before they died anyway. He never saved any of his victims. He let them die from the pitiful state they were in.

A lot of blood stained the ground, the white fur of the once beautiful woman, and their coats. Izual didn’t care about looking like he had just slaughtered something, but Belial preferred to be subtle, secretive about his actions. Izual was a true Massacre; he lived up to his name.

The brothers hadn’t spoken to each other through much of the woman’s torture. Now that she was dead, blood-soaked and exposed, Belial looked up to his brother who, too, stared down at his handy work.

”Come get washed up with me. Then we’ll come back and figure out what to do with her,” Belial suggested, waving him to follow him towards the Miramishi watersource.

”Can’t you use her blood or something?” Izual asked, never looking up from the corpse.

”Nah, too much of it’s on the ground,” Belial answered, turning back to look at his brother. He wondered where he was going with this.

”Can’t you do the ritual here?”

”My Lord prefers his sacrifices to be killed on spot, during the ritual. He doesn’t like leftovers.”

Izual looked up finally, knitting his eyebrows as he looked at Belial. "Just leave her there, then." Then he stepped over the body and followed Belial to the nearest stream. Though, deep down inside, he knew Belial couldn't leave the woman there. He'd do something macabre with the body before the night was over.

Last edited by Belial Massacre on Thu Sep 10, 2015 6:15 pm, edited 2 times in total.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:01 pm

Max was a peculiar man. His features were golden like the sun but his eyes cold and lifeless. He was dead inside. He remembered the stories other scholars told of him. A phantom skulking the earth attempting to learn what emotions were. He had emotions. He was a loveless being that ripped off his arm to produce his daughter. He mated with another and loves both Chrys and Rue. He had no blood but a thick black ooze of decomposing fluids. Again incorrect. He hated those rumors. But yet his movements were elegant but haunting. His voice sent chills down people's spines as if he spoke to them from another plain.

Rue joined him on this plain of existence as did his daughter. Shaamah and Killer were two whom defended the gate of Barnet. Mounds of raging flesh loyal to them. Each was brought to the plain. Each remained their. Today though Max wanted to do field examinations since dead bodies don't go over well within his pack. He needed a strong reason to investigate a body. He wanted to examine diseased creatures. So far he had encountered a raccoon a few weeks back that had rabies. The brain looked like an ants colony was set ablaze.

He hoped to find anymore carriers in the area. Not long did it take for the phantom man to locate a body. It was brutally beaten. The rock used on the woman was a few feet away. What a waste of life and energy. He sighed chewing on his thumb. Would it be safe to touch her? Yes, he had his whole kit in the satchel. He could clean himself after. He gently tilted her limp chin. Still limp huh? She was a young kill. Beautiful too. Such nice fur. Yet the bald patches around the chin and ears were off putting. The stench on her ears was terrible. Wax seemed in high amount even.

His hands gently held her paw. It was inflamed. He quickly opened the maw. Saliva spilled quickly from it. Foamy. White. Thick. He was beginning to get the feeling whoever bashed this woman did her an unexpected favor. He was excited. This could be another case! He retrieved a small paint kit from his satchel. With black paint on his wooden tool he marked her. He lined the top of her head and back of the base. Slowly he retrieved his scalpel. He cut along the lines. He went back over several times. Soon the skin and fur peeled away. A bashed skull was visible as blood leaked out. He used the blade to pop off the plate of bone pre-crushed.

Inside was very interesting. It was red even in places that shouldn't have been damaged by the crack. Very interesting. Very Worrisome.

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POSTED: Thu Sep 10, 2015 6:35 pm

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(000) Sorry for the crazy wait!

The Massacre brothers quickly found a stream and washed their bloodied fur, tainting the stream as it continued down the current. They took their time washing away the red taint in their fur, and only stepped away from the water’s edge when they were clean and ready to face the world again, without looking so crazy. Belial and Izual hurried back towards the body, not at all worried about anyone touching their “massacre”.

However, what they came to find when they reached the dead femme was another hovering over the body with one of those extremely sharp knives Belial had in his basement… a scarper? Scalpit… ”Is that a scalpel?” Izual asked aloud, a smile widening upon his lips almost instantly. He was most intrigued by this wolf, cutting into their kill like she was a science project.

Belial, on the other paw, was silent. His orange eyes fixed on the body and the light-colored wolf, wondering how the hell they were going to crawl out of this one. ”What are you doing?” he growled, unable to contain himself. He had an issue with ownership. His kill, his cleanup. He didn’t appreciate others who moved on into a body that was his that was left behind. He planned to do more to this one… though now those plans were crushed.

”Please, tell us,” Izual chimed in, wondering whether the wolf had been as sick as they were… or did he have other reasons to be dissecting the body that they had just put down?


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POSTED: Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:01 pm

The edge was cutting a picture perfect incision into the once beautiful woman. Max would have enjoyed a lovely violin to give an atmosphere beyond the dreadful squawks. Still he was a man who found excitement in his work. When the brain was uncovered he nearly shivered with joy. He loved the complex mass of tissue. To think this is what many called the soul. It was hilarious in a sense. It all began and ended with the brain.

Hunters always returned to the sight of their kill. If they had any sense of true understanding they would. And it seemed behavioral studies proved true. Two being came towards him. One smiled like one of his younger students back in Oxford. The other seemed hurt by the display. A carnivorous grin formed on Max's maw. A flash of demonic life that could send a rabbit scurrying disappeared when he stood up to discuss.

"This is a scalpel, and I dare say that you two did this woman a favor she was foaming with madness," He knelt down to cut out a bit of her lovely brain that displayed a small brownish spot. "She was dying slowly, rabies based on what I can see so while I enjoy dissecting and investigating bodies this one was a must especially since she could have gotten from a raccoon dissected prior." Max spoke like a being from beyond. All wise. All knowing. Never flawed. Only lacking in soul. Yet he was not all knowing. He was flawed. Although he was on a high level of wise he couldn't be considered all wise.

"My name is Max I'm from Sapient and you caught me in the middle of studying."

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POSTED: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:11 pm

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As the two came upon the man, Belial had instantly become uncomfortable. He hated finding wolves, especially those from Sapient, dissecting bodies. There was something about it that was offsetting to him. Izual seemed delighted at the situation they faced, but Belial was less than amused. The man used Izual’s favorite weapon – a scalpel – and cut into the woman’s brain like he cut a piece of pie, and handed it to them. Izual took the piece and examined it in his hand, squishing it between his fingers and continuing to play with it while he engaged the Sapien again.

”That’s unfortunate,” Izual responded with a large grin. He continued to play with the piece of brain, though at one point began picking at the brown spot. He wondered whether it was just discolored or actually rotted. The feeling at his fingertip told him that it had been just discolored for now.

Belial’s eyes remained on the Sapien, ignoring whatever Izual had to say, ”Like Marne.” He had met Marne who had done the same, only she killed her own wolf and began to study the corpse. She didn’t cut into someone else’s kill and start blabbering about doing the woman a favor, rabies, blah, blah…

”Studying indeed,” was Belial’s ice cold answer. He lingered there, standing awkwardly while watching the man turn back to the woman and continue cutting away into her.


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POSTED: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:44 pm

These hunters were very different. He seemed to captivate the leader of this small union. The follower had less joyful thoughts. Max cared little. If the lead was pleased the other would fall in line even if they snapped along the way. If they snapped too much Max would gladly cut him open to see if his aggressive mind would be different from the average man's. This thought nearly caused a gleeful giggle from max. Laughter from Max was like hearing death call you to your grave. Even if it was innocent it made your heart grow cold.

Max's grin was almost unnoticeable. He could care less about what these two thought. The male toyed with the still yet to truly rot brain. The other looked like the savage beasts that Killer used to bash with his club when they got too rowdy during transport. Max would then have to stitch them up. It was a disgusting process. That process on the upside provided Max with decent knowledge of how much a creature could be broken before it died. These two though were obviously experienced. Simple logic.

He would give them credit. "I suppose despite not knowing the woman you speak, I should meet with her sometime." Max sighed looking at the pair. Even with a cold answer he enjoyed them. Such fun boys. "I will say you two did an efficient job killing this woman although I would have aimed towards the plate here," He gently ran his behind and slightly above her eye. "If you hit it right you can kill in one blow although if you hit anywhere on the head hard enough it can be fatal." Max found himself pulling out his jar of alcohol. He gently removed the lid plunking in several chunks of the brain. Each one with bluntly obvious brown spots that seemed to be exaggerated through the glass.

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POSTED: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:15 am

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Belial and Izual watched the man in silence over longer periods of time. He seemed to have no regard to what he had just done. He just continued to cut the woman’s head open and cut pieces from her brain. Belial didn’t particularly understand all of what the canine was saying, but it didn’t matter. It seemed the Sapien didn’t know Marne, but still carried the same pack scent. ”Marne was from wherever you live. You smell the same,” Belial remarked, narrowing his eyes at the other has he continued his medical blabber that was familiar, but way too intellectual for the Massacre’s to understand.

At some point, the man cut away several pieces from the woman’s skull and pulled out a jar full of alcohol. They knew this because they could smell it. Then the man, called Max, continued to plop pieces of tissue into the jar. The brain pieces floated around in the clear liquid as he placed the jar at his side to work on.

Izual threw the piece of brain aside and stepped toward the stranger. ”Can I have a sip of that?” he asked, pointing to the clear jar. He didn’t know if the jar was tainted with the disease. Still, he’d ask anyway because why not? He could listen to this man’s medical gibberish all day if he had some liquor in his system.

Belial stepped up and growled, ”Izual, let’s leave. He has already ruined all of our fun.” Plus, Belial wasn't about to stick around with some wolf that felt the need to congratulate them on their wrongdoing. Belial knew well enough that it wasn't "normal" to kill their own kind... yet, here he was being congratulated by some strange man who took liberty in dissecting the corpse's brain.

Izual glanced over his shoulder, hurt, ”Not yet. I want some of that alcohol. Plus, I’m sure our friend here has a lot more to say about this bitch’s tainted brain, don’t ya smartass?” Izual’s tone was offensive, but playful. He hadn’t advanced on the man any more than the couple of steps he initially took, but wasn't willing to give up on his jar of brain matter just yet. Alcohol with diseased brain pieces in it didn’t faze him. Alcohol was alcohol.


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