[M] Midnight Feeder, tell me again what have you done

p. Roman & Gypsy | Aelcrest Shore | BD to 10/25

POSTED: Sat Dec 12, 2015 9:17 am

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.


Please let me know if anything should be changed. Hope the scenario is cool ~ digging for bones wasn't really their thing. And while I scowled the Wiki/Questions topics, I wasn't able to find whether Luperci can tell the difference between species by blood... so I guess that's up to your discression! Marked Mature for blood/gore mentions. NPC: Izual

The waves crashed below and the bloody body lay broken among the rocks. A wolf, as it happened to be. His light-colored cream fur stained with the heavy stains of crimson, and even as the water washed over the corpse repeatedly, the stains still remained. His eyes stared upward in an empty, eternal stare. There was fear in them when he “fell” off the cliff, but such emotions melted away when his life force did. Each wave that came in, crashing against it, moved a limp as if he were waving back from his deathbed. Izual picked up on the joke and waved back, delightedly looking down from the cliff at the body of their latest victim.

”Do you think the rocks broke his neck or back?” Belial asked as they peered down the steep cliff at the dead Wolf.

Izual peered over the cliff too, but now his eyes scanned the Wolf, looking for a clue. The head floated in the water, in loose, unnatural movements. Yet, the wolf was planted firmly on his back even with the crashing waves. For all they knew, the rocks had gone right through him with the force. ”I say neck,” he answered. Then he stepped away from the cliff and started back towards Inferni.

The two of them had been covered in the Wolf’s blood, but there was no way to clean themselves unless they wanted to go cliff diving too. Izual, as usual, wasn’t too concerned with cleaning off before he went back. Then again, he was watched and scrutinized a lot less. Belial was the one who wasn’t trusted, yet the one that held a high rank in the pack. It made no sense. If anything, he should have been the one walking in, abdomen and chest stained with the life essence of anything. However, it was the opposite way around.

No matter how macabre the scent, the two Massacres headed back towards their home as they were. Not being a stream or a decent body of water around, they had no choice but to wait until they came across something. Belial doubted Izual would clean, but he wanted to wash the blood from his fur before it dried and crusted.

Suddenly, Izual stopped and froze, his ears swiveling.

”What is it?” Belial asked, looking concerned and straining to listen.

”Footsteps. Two pairs, and they’re coming towards us.”

But instead of a worried expression, Izual turned to Belial and smiled maliciously.

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POSTED: Wed Dec 16, 2015 3:58 pm

It had been a mistake to come here. Too much was familiar, and yet strange at the same time, and it left Roman feeling unsettled. The cold winter breeze brought on it sounds of home and warmth. The crashing of waves on a rocky shore and the distant cry of gulls, though the gulls were different and the shores were a million miles from home. The blood and smoke male felt his stomach churning, and it wasn’t with hunger. His normal stoicism seemed even more quiet than usual, and while his senses were vigilant for ambush or attack, whatever it was that Gypsy had been saying was completely unheard.

”I’m sorry beautiful wh-“ Roman began in their native tongue, but cut off quickly as he smelt the scent that trumped all others. Blood hung in the air, wolf blood, and it was fresh

The smells and sounds of the trees and the coast began to fade, replaced by a soft ringing which got louder. There was no scent of sea spray anymore, just the blood, and beneath that, the stink of charred flesh. Slowly the ringing resolved into screams of panic, yells for help and howls of pain

Roman shuddered and eerily all tension seemed to leave him. His eyes were alert and bright and yet somehow vacant. Roman’s movements were smooth and graceful, and more purposeful than usual. It was…odd though, he did not speak, growl or bark, and whispered no words of quiet comfort in Gypsy’s ear as he took hold of her, moving her behind him before starting forward, quick, quiet and cautious. Just out of sight, Roman let go of Gypsy, leaving her near a tree. He said nothing, but the inference was clear stay here. That done he drew his two knives and moved with that mechanical grace.

The shouts and yells were louder now, and as the wreak of blood got stronger he knew he was getting closer to the intruders that had invaded their home. As the pair came into view, Roman saw they were already looking his direction, congealing smears of blood across them. For a fleeting moment he thought he scented something that didn’t belong here, but it was drowned in the stink of charring meat. His body held perfectly relaxed he felt his muscles bunch, prepared to lunge forward and strike, he would protect or perish.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 04, 2016 6:09 pm

OOC - Sorry for my slow dearies!!!

Both lost in their thoughts, the odd coyote pair journeyed along, only fragments of their surroundings making it past the memories Gypsy tried in vain to recall, but there seemed to be a mental fog that overtook it all. She ached to slow down and pull her journal from the heavy pack she carried, yearning to reread the pages of the days that had gone by, bits and pieces of everything she’d written down so she could remember it all, too fearful to let the weeks slip by without some sort of concrete reference. They couldn’t stop now though, they’d only recently broken a temporary camp for a little lunch and the mountains in the distance would be their shelter for the night when the sun expired far too early for their light coats.

Caught in a moment when a wheeling gull cried overhead, Gypsy turned her head to ask if Roman remembered how the coast had smelled back home, but from the look on her companion’s face, she knew he was somewhere else at the moment and she only half heard his mumbled and delayed response when he suddenly took her arm and moved her behind him. That’s when the scent hit her keen snout and her overly long ears pricked to catch even the slightest of sounds. Blood. Her heart leapt into her throat for a moment when Roman repositioned her by the trunk of a tree and stalked away from her, his weapons drawn and his entire body on high alert.

Ten cuidado, she whispered to the towering coyote’s retreating back, reluctant to move away from the place he’d left her in case trouble truly was up ahead, but scared for her friend. She wanted to have his back just as much as he had her own, but knew if she followed him, he’d only worry about her safety even more over his own.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 05, 2016 9:21 pm

No worries!

They paused for a moment, listening. If it were up to Belial, he would have skirted around them to avoid them seeing him like this. However, he couldn’t leave Izual by himself. He had to watch him and make sure he didn’t get into trouble or cause any trouble. Izual insisted that they push forward only by his mere movements. He continued walking straight; straight towards the coming footsteps. For the moment, as Belial strained his ears, he only heard the footsteps of his brother and one other. The secondary pair had dropped off somewhere in the woods.

”Izual…” Belial began, warning him. ”Be careful.”

But Izual was past being careful. He sauntered into the trees, using his nose to scent the others through the thick scent cloud of blood that covered both of them. Knowing that someone was somewhere in the trees, he began looking around for them. There weren’t many places to hide in the trees and soon Izual spotted the gray and brown coyote with his unsheathed swords.

Placing a hand on his heart, Izual spoke sarcastically, ”Do we really smell that intimidating? I’m touched.” A malicious smile stretched across his lips and he stopped before the other coyote.

”We ran into some trouble up ahead. It’s nothing to worry about anymore, though. Sorry for causing you any alarm,” Belial spoke smoothly, coming into view. He was better at lying and being believable than Izual was. Izual was just good at being intimidating.

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POSTED: Mon Jan 11, 2016 2:57 pm

The stink of smoke and blood choked his muzzle. The shrieks and cries seemed to have gone on for so long that they’d faded into the background. Before him now were two of the enemy, and they were just standing there weaponless. Blood spattered them both, he could smell it, he would protect his home from these invaders, but he’d be merciful, he’d not do what they’d done, he’d not torture.

Doubtless there were pretty knives than the ones he held in his hands, more ornate and elegant. Roman’s were long and simple, but well-made and well-tended. He made sure they were kept sharp, and he never let them out of his reach. Once more the blood and smoke male changed his stance, the strike would be swift and…

The feeling of a hand squeezing the knots of scar tissue at his hip brought him back with a disorientating shudder. The shrieks and smoke vanished, although the smell of blood still lingered stronger than ever. Roman could feel the blood pounding in his head. His stoic visage remained almost intact, the slightly ragged breaths and as he turned one eye upon the reason for his life, a muscle above his eye began to spasm. How close had he come to fighting phantoms, using these to strangers as the replacements for enemies long dead or victorious. It had been so real, he’d been about to change the tide, to change history. Perhaps this was the dream? Perhaps if he could just wake up he’d be fighting again and there would be just two more enemies standing between him and the safety of Las Setas.

”I thought I left you further back.” he said to the raven head princess in their native Spanish tongue. It was the closest to a thank you he’d give her here. He returned his attention to the two strangers, saying nothing, letting Gypsy’s more diplomatic words ease the way.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 13, 2016 2:11 pm

OOC - WC - 361

Instinct tugged the Chanterelle princess from her moorings. The two had always had each other’s backs and the heavy scent of blood was enough to push her into action. The nymph followed after Roman, nimble feet finding the softer places to step in order to make as little sound as possible. Not that it mattered, the Cremini would soon find out that she’d disobeyed him and it wasn’t like the strangers up ahead had to follow any kind of orders either. They’d probably be just as curious of the new scent within the wash of blood, it was why Gypsy couldn’t linger by the tree, they’d be safer together instead of parted.

While her fingers itched to shrug out of her haversack and retrieve the coiled bola within, Gypsy focused on catching up with her companion and soon came into sight of the two strangers splattered in the blood that had raised their attention in the first place. She was immediately distrustful of the pair in crimson, but her eyes returned to the back of her towering friend, noticing in an instant that he was still on some other plane.

She swiftly moved to his side, keeping her eyes on the others while one dainty hand found the place on Roman’s body to touch and reel him back to the present. She simply nodded her head in response when it was clear he was with them again, gaze taking in the male with the threatening grin while the other explained away the gore on their hands.

Hopefully the trouble can remain behind us all? Her accented voice suggested, sunflower eyes moving towards the one she’d already begun to consider the more reasonable of the two, and flashed a small unthreatening smile. The stink of wolf was enough to draw our attention, she admitted, relying on the age old bias their own coyote kind seemed to be born with against the larger canines. I’m Gypsy, this is Roman...and you are? The Chanterelle asked, hoping her companion would sheath his knives for the time being, as she spoke.

desert rose

POSTED: Thu Jan 14, 2016 8:36 am

ooc chat goes here

Izual’s manner, his demeanor never worked in favor of letting those around him feel comfortable in their own skin. It hadn’t surprised Belial that his kind excuses had not been heard by the brown-tinged, gray Coyote. The Coyote gripped his knives and looked onto Izual with the eyes of a killer. He had not made his move, but his eyes read that he had been intending to.

A beautiful woman appeared at his side, bringing him out of whatever thought process he had been reasoning with. Izual’s life was spared today, but even with the good news, the sociopathic Massacre seemed disappointed.

”Of course,” Belial answered, nodding at the beautiful Coyote woman. The "trouble" was nothing to worry about any longer anyway. His body was busy being thrown around on the rocks below. Belial noted her prettiness, and thought about meshing her coat colors with his own, resulting in a new version of each of them, if he were ever to become that lucky. ”I’m Belial, and this is my brother, Izual. We’re from Inferni,” he responded. He was confident enough to share their home with the duo because of one little phrase that Gypsy had said: “the stink of Wolf”. It was a phrase that only those who were seasoned for Inferni living knew about. Why else would these strangers be in the area?

For the moment, Izual was quiet. His eyes lingered on the one the woman called "Roman" and he made sure the male put his knives away.

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POSTED: Sun Jan 24, 2016 1:47 pm

Doubtless to Izual’s disappointment, and certainly to Gypsy’s, Roman did not sheath his blades. He held them relaxed, not in the same position as they were before, but something had him on edge and he wasn’t quite ready to relinquish them. Perhaps it was the quietness of Izual or the way Belial seemed to stare at Gypsy, his thoughts clear, or at least clear to Roman. He didn’t trust the pair, which was not saying a great deal as he trusted very few people in the presence of Gypsy.

As the gentle diplomat spoke, Roman drew himself to his full height and began surveying the area, listening for others and doing his best to detect an ambush. The wreak of wolf blood made his sense of smell almost useless though. It was only when the one called Belial mentioned Inferni that Roman’s ears swivelled back to him and he listened.

”You appear to have been very lucky. The blood on you both seems to be mostly that of the wolf.”

The lack of wounds suggested to Roman that the creature was dead already, or perhaps the pair had acted very quickly and ambushed the creature. Neither option sounded like a reason to lower his guard around them.

”Are there many members of Inferni that actively seek out wolves?”

His question was asked in a different tone, making it sound unrelated to the first statement. There was not enough evidence to accuse the two and even if there was, so what? There was no law to stop them doing whatever they wished. Until he knew, really knew what had happened, Roman would remain wary. Were Gypsy not here, the situation might have been different, but it was her safety that was paramount, not his own.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 27, 2016 5:18 pm

OOC - So sorry for the wait!!!

Perfecto, she smiled at the one named Belial, slow to turn her sunflower eyes towards Izual but when she did, her head slightly dipped in the friendly manner of a greeting. Inferni, she repeated, trying the peculiar name out on her tongue trilling the ‘r’ and rolling the ‘n’. It had a Spanish sound to it, one she decided that she quite liked. It’s a clan then--of other coyotes? She asked, though could easily see the hybridization in both of the brothers’ coats. Pure blood clans were a thing of the past, something she’d already begun to accept overtime, especially with the death of Las Setas. While Roman remained on high alert and refusing to put his blades away, Gypsy continued to flex a sense of calm into their encounter, all pleasantries and smiles though she was extremely aware of the weapons in his hands and admittedly on edge with all the blood in general.

She laughed softly at her companion’s comment, agreeing with him and giving their newfound acquaintances a nod. The Chanterelle could see no visible wounds on either canine and thought much the same as the Cremini male. Some unfortunate wolf had either met his end at their doing or perhaps they’d already come across someone’s mangled body. She had no reason to accuse them of murder after all, as that would only bring ‘trouble’ back into question, so when Roman continued to comment she had to work to keep a look of indignation from her face.

Another laugh left her, sounding a bit more forced this time perhaps, but her pretty mouth covered up the slight, accustomed to keeping things light when violence could be avoided. Wolves have never been our amigos, Gypsy explained a new amused look forming on her face. Our clan law forbade any extended interaction as it brought little good. Is this the same here? She asked, referring to Inferni and their customs.

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POSTED: Wed Feb 03, 2016 6:46 pm

Italic black text is Izual speaking, non-italic is Belial :)

Belial’s orange eyes flicked to the brown-tinged Coyote, down to his knives, back up to his face, and then focused back on Gypsy. It didn’t make Belial any more comfortable that Roman refused to sheathe his weapons, but he observed that the female’s presence seemed to keep the male in line. And for now, that would have had to be good enough.

Lucky, yeah. They were lucky alright. A smirk stretched across Izual’s face at Roman’s comment, but he didn’t say anything. Roman had no idea. Neither did his girlfriend.

Hearing Roman’s question, Izual’s smirk turned into a foxy smile. ”Depends on who you ask,” he began, thinking of the contrast between asking Basilio and Vesper that same question. ”I like to think that the average Infernian wouldn’t pass up a gold opportunity such as coming across a malignant Wolf.”

”Yes, it’s a clan of Coyotes for Coyotes,” Belial confirmed, nodding once to show that he was serious. While Izual played with words with Roman, Belial intended to do what he could to lure the female to his “clan”. ”Inferni’s rules are a little more relaxed than your old clan…”

”The recent leaders, Vesper and Myrika, were a little soft on the ‘Coyote Supremacy’ thing. In the past, so I’ve heard, the rules were much stricter and a lot like what your old clan enforced, now they’ve grown soft. We have a dog allowed in our ranks, and if asked, I’m sure our Aquila, Vesper, would hesitate to tell you she hates Wolves.” Izual’s eyes fixed onto Gypsy’s because this topic was something he felt strongly about. If Vesper and Myrika had endorsed killing Wolves, he would be freer to do as he wished.

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