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P. Haunt

POSTED: Tue Jan 05, 2016 5:57 pm

ooc: Japanese is in <Brackets>

Yata found it easy to shrug off injuries, he burned in sunlight, which had happened enough times for Yatagarasu to not care much for pain. But Totoro wasn't the same. Whilst the ache to his legs was ignored, when extra injuries were on top of those, it made Totoro a lot worse. Today Yata's brother couldn't even move, his legs had cramped up after a short rest, and now Totoro was just trying to get them moving again to join Yatagarasu in hunting. But Yata refused to let Totoro hurt himself further. Yata's brother had been left in a old building, it connected to the disappearing, hard roads that were frequent around these lands, and whilst very broken down, it offered the brother some shelter for peace of mind.
Yata would still worry about Totoro though, he feared like their father, that Totoro would need sticks to help him walk one of these days, which would make it even harder for the brothers to explore. Yata was really drawn towards that pack, Anathema. He'd met a few of it's members, some kind, some less than kind. But it was the most interesting pack Yata had been told of so far. A place for misfits, it sounded almost perfect for Yata and his brother.

But Yatagarasu needed time to figure out if he could trust another group of people. A family was what the Misfit wanted, but he didn't know if he was ready to make that risk again. It was a fragile subject for Yata to think about, brought back memories, so the Coydog focused on looking for food. He and his brother failed many times to hunt, both used to fishing more than chasing prey, but during these cold winters, the waters were more barren, plus the fish here weren't as satisfying as Japanese fish. So Yata trained himself to hunt, being armed with only a Katana didn't help, but Yatagarasu found more help in his avian companion. Whilst Borudo made the skittish prey run, Yata waited for them to cross his path, before slamming down with the blunt end of his sword, snapping their neck. Using this method, Yata had caught two average rabbits, tying them to his belt as the small boy made a turn to head back to Totoro, brushing his hands across the cold bark of the forest trees, all painted with the blue-ish tinge of the night's moonlight.

POSTED: Wed Jan 06, 2016 7:01 pm

OOC - +300 words.

Haunt and her brother seemed to be doing quite well for themselves. Tak had not done anything to burden them, so their scarifices must have been well received. Every bit of effort they put into their work had been paid for, and let them continue to live for another day. But even with that small blessing, the pair still needed to be prepared. Tak's hunger, while halted from offerings, was never truly gone. He would have to be given something to eat again soon enough. With the new month beginning, it would be better if they were able to get someone to burn, but they had to live with what they could find. Soon enough, they would be able to send Tak what he truly wanted, but for now they would have to do their best to be patient.

The black and white woman led her brother from the mountain and further down south. The two siblings needed to branch away from where they had made their home. Although Haunt lived for the hunt, it didn't seem like that was the matter that was on her mind for the day. If they came across something, then that would just make the day better. While they had been spending a lot of time around their home, they needed to see what the rest of the area was like. They would need to know who was where. While Haunt knew they could take care of themselves, she reserved her harsh nature for those she could see was weak, not the unknown.

Haunt stopped as they moved, catching the scent of something in the distance. Heavy paws carried her in the direction as Horror followed at his sister's side. As they came closer, they noticed the man brushing himself up against the tree. From what the black and white woman could tell, he didn't belong to anyone that she had smelled before. The two lingered, their eyes glowing in the darkness as they watched him.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 14, 2016 11:00 am

ooc: Japanese is in <Brackets>

Borudo swooped down to land on Yata's shoulder, beady eyes inspecting the haul that Yata had around his waist. Icy blue eyes watched the large crow, and Yatagarasu chuckled a little. <You'll get your share, once we get back to Totoro.> Yata promised, and Borudo lifted his beak, pressing it against the boy's chin. Brushing the bird feathered breast, Yata focused on moving, watching the movement of the trees, seeing if he could remember any of them to put him on the track back to Totoro. If there was one thing, only one thing that Yata liked about these new lands, it was the sight of trees again. Someone with a fear of Sunlight, and a curse that burned them in it's presence, having cover was everything. That was what made growing up on a ship such hell for the small Coydog. He'd longed to see trees again, when sailing across those exposed oceans back in Japan. And now, here trees were everywhere. They were a natural comfort, one of the only comforts Yata could always rely on.

They were also so different here, giants compared to the smaller, more beautiful if fragile Japanese trees. The trees of these lands were built to survive harshest winters and weather, Yata could respect each for that at least, as well as offering him a constant supply of shade. He touched many trees as he passed them, feeling the cold bark that lit up against the moonlight, sighing loudly as he recalled a certain tree that he then passed. Sure enough, this slightly deformed trunk had been seen by the young Coydog not long ago, and going North, it pointed to the hardened road towards where Totoro was resting. Almost smiling to himself, Yata patted the tree before marching forward, a little more speed to his short steps. But very close to his ear, Borudo suddenly screeched, cawing and pushing back into the air. Frantically getting higher as he continued to call out, loosening some dark feathers as the crow circled his master. Yata knew that what Borudo meant to say, his strained cawing and movements, he said 'Danger!', in his avian speech, that only the Coydog could assume from knowing the bird for so long. Tensing up, Yata looked around the dark forest, hoping to find the source of Borudo's unsettled behaviour as soon as possible, before it got the boy frustrated and just as panicky. <Who's out there?> Yata barked into the air, hissing as he realised how he spoke.

Icy eyes continued to look around, as Yata's lips curled up and he spoke the more common tongue, "Who is out there? Show yourself now!" The boy growled, relying on his experienced vision in the dark to find whoever stalked him. He assumed he was being stalked. Borudo wasn't spooked by many, only those the bird knew were a threat, and from scents Yata could also pick up nearby. He'd yet to draw his sword, just in case Yata needed both of his hands for whatever was going to approach him. Seeing what in the dark, looked like a faint flash of white fur, Yata snarled, stepping closer to the movement. "You've picked the wrong stranger to stalk, fool." Yata snapped, using whatever intimidation the small Coydog could muster.

POSTED: Fri Jan 15, 2016 2:36 pm

OOC - +300 words.

The two continued to follow him, watching him as he moved about the lines of trees to wherever it was he was heading. His eyes seemed to linger on the trees as he passed along, though they could not understand why. What was so special about them? There were plenty around the area and back along the mountain. It was nothing new to them. What was new was the language that he was speaking. They had learned a different one while living in Khalif, but this one was strange. Where could he have come from to be speaking like that?

Green and red eyes followed the crow as it shot into the sky, circling above the man and made a noise. It seemed that the skull covered man had tensed, speaking out in that language again. The black and white woman assumed that the animal had been the one to spot them and was now making its master aware of them. It wasn't anything too much to worry about though. The man wasn't that much of a threat to Haunt. She could take him on if things decided to go that way.

English soon came out of the stranger's mouth. So he too knew another language, and one that the siblings could understand. So he was aware of them, but didn't know where they were watching him from. Didn't take him long to figure it out though. His body turned in their direction, he now stalking closer to them. Haunt could see the weapon that he carried, but made no move to grab a hold of it. That was good for now though. The man made his threat, and now it was the woman's turn to make her own. She pulled her cloak closer to her as she stepped out of the shadows, standing tall above the coydog. Green eyes narrowed down to him as she stared. Horror lingered among the shadows, watching his sister. There was no need for him to get involved in this. It would be much more fun for him to watch anyways.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 22, 2016 9:08 pm

Dark feathers fell around Yata like a personal rain cloud, his flustered feathered friend above was shedding them in his hasty retreat into the skies, and it gave the small Coydog a rather ominous look. He didn't like being stalked, more than just being approached by strangers. Those who thought they had the nerve to watch Yata from the shadows, lurking like rats in the dark, were just as repulsive as the very rodents Yata compared them too. Yatagarasu's eyes didn't move from where he'd seen the movement, but his hand did finally move over his Katana. It just felt safe to keep a hand there, ready to lash out with the lithe weapon the moment Yatagarasu saw a fight coming. He assumed this would be yet another fight, the coydog forced to defend himself again the many things in these new lands that he didn't like or thought were an immediate threat.

This case seemed to be the first to actual be a correct assumption by the snappy boy. The first instance where Yata was right to be defensive. For the lurker didn't remain engulfed in shadows for long, soon approaching Yata and presenting what he'd be up against. The stranger, a she-wolf from what Yata could guess, was a hulking figure of height and muscle. Yatagarasu had seen many wolves, and didn't like them for their natural height compared to his, but this woman towered over the small coydog more than any he'd seen before. And for the first time in a long while, Yata's hands shook. The one resting over his Katana clenched around the blade, but was too shaky and fragile to actually draw the weapon. For another first, Yata also drew his gaze away from the woman, down to the ground near her feet, and the boy took a few steps back. His first instinct was living, getting back to his brother, finding that life he'd stubbornly refused to lose in his sister's behalf. Yata certainly couldn't die here, and he knew any attempt at combat against this woman, and whatever party she had with her, wouldn't end well. For once in his bratty life, Yata knew to act against his snappy ego.

Lost of all of his confidence and aggression, Yatagarasu eventually glanced back up to the stranger. "What... do you want?" Yatagarasu eventually managed to say, spoken with frustration, towards this whole situation.

POSTED: Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:46 pm

OOC - +300 words.

Haunt stood unmoving, keeping her gaze down on the skull wearing male that was in front of her. She could tell that she was not what he was expecting. His posture changed, shaking as he moved his hands towards his weapon. She could sense the fear that was growing inside of him. She always loved to see the mistake that others made in challenging her to some kind of fight. It seemed now this male was seeing that for himself. Horror couldn't help but utter a chuckle from his hiding place. Not that the male was finally realizing who he was up against, he knew that he wouldn't have to worry about anything. Even if he decided to make any kind of move towards the red stained man, then Haunt would be sure to end his life before he could even do anything. His lean body moved up, joining the bulky woman at her side.

The two siblings had noticed that the male turned his head down towards the ground when he had finally gotten a good look at Haunt, though now his gaze returned to the pair. He demanded to know what they wanted. Horror nudged the bear woman gently and grinned, "Why don't you go ahead and answer that one?" Haunt flashed her gaze down to her brother before back to the other man. Her tone was serious, much like the woman herself, "We came here to hunt. You just happened to be in the way." More so that he was found before anything else, not that Haunt cared enough to mention that.

Given that they now had a better look at the man's face, Horror had a bit of interest as to why he was wearing a skull over his face. It seemed odd. Horror and his sister of course knew the meaning of that word all too well. Khalif was a place that few could understand, especially when it came to the worshipers of Tak. Horror's body leaned up against his sister's hands moving along one of her arms, "Why do you wear that skull over your head? To try and make yourself more intimidating?" Not that he was to begin with. Haunt was proof enough that accessories were not needed to look scary.

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POSTED: Thu Feb 11, 2016 7:46 pm

ooc: So sorry for wait on this! :S

There really were two of them, not just this hulkish woman and her shadows, Yatagarasu flinched as someone else walked forward. And if they were alone, he'd feel much less pressure at facing this male. Although his prominent features were a blood red, setting off warning signs in the young Coydog's mind, this male didn't seemed to compare to the larger woman. He was tall, but Yata had bared his teeth against many a tall wolf in the past, height was never the issue. It was when the mass added to that height, and truly made Yatagarasu feel like a boy amongst giants. Yata didn't know their names, all he knew was that these two were two against his one. He'd wish for Totoro to be here too, but Yata was glad his brother was away resting. He didn't want to picture Totoro being gutted by these borderline monsters. Even though having his brothers back press against his own in combat did build up Yata's confidence tenfold, he still didn't see that as much improvement in this situation. Yata was at a loss of how to think. Of all the annoying canines of these lands that Yata had looked down upon.. theoretically, these two were the first to remind Yata of what a real threat looked like. Like his witch of a mother, but even her Yata was able to brave fighting again, right now he didn't dare attack these two wolves.

Yatagarasu hadn't even realised he was simply staring at them, small icy eyes looking through the sockets of his skull mask. He began moving his tongue and swallowing quickly to ease the dryness of his mouth. "What is it that you hunt?" Yata dared to ask, pushing back on his feet to slide back a few feet. "If it is food, then you can take these..." Yata added, picking one of the rabbits from his belt, throwing it forwards to land in between the two parties. "Just so that I am left alone." The boy muttered, teeth clenching up. He just wished he didn't have to act this submissive, it made Yata almost sick to think how he'd been bested by two wolves before even meeting them in combat. A first, and something Yata loathed doing. The male asked about his mask, Yata's ears pulling back a little. Although it would hardly stop a lethal blow right now, Yata didn't want to remove the mask, it gave him at least a sense of being protected from harm, the cool bronze seemed to somewhat sooth the boy, even in this situation. "No, it is not for something so pathetic as that, baka..." Yata replied, muttering the last word, a simple Japanese insult that made Yata grin internally. He had a good feeling these two weren't aware of his native tongue, enough for Yata to use it to at least comfort himself by insulting them in a way that wasn't completely reckless and stupid of him. "It is just a... symbol... of my name, and also a gift." The boy eventually replied, edging back just a little more.

POSTED: Sat Feb 13, 2016 2:51 pm

OOC - +300.

While the shorter male might have not been quick to notice, the two siblings were quick to pick up on his staring. It was as if he had never seen someone like the black and white woman before. All of his confidence had vanished when she came into the light, not that she was at all surprised. It was just to be expected. Both of their ears turned as he finally caught on, speaking to the two of them. After he did, their eyes followed to the rabbit he had pulled off his belt and tossed between the two of them. While they were not opposed to having some free food to take home with them, it was not the purpose of their hunting trip. No, most of their hunting required the prey to still be alive. Haunt narrowed her gaze to the man, "A dead animal is useless to us."

Their stares lingered on the man as he began to make some distance between them. The two siblings didn't plan to entertain themselves with him for long, not unless he gave them a reason to. Haunt's attention became more focused when the man addressed her brother to answer his question. She had caught onto the fact that he spoke in a language that the two of them did not understand. Did he think that would make him think he could say whatever he wanted? Her teeth flashed to the man. She wouldn't give him another chance.

Horror was a bit more attentive to what he was actually saying rather than focusing on one word. He explained that it was a symbol of his name and a gift. He moved back again, but the two D'Angelos remained as they were. It wouldn't take them long to catch him if he decided to try something. Gifts though, were something the siblings only shared with each other. Anyone else from the mountain would rather curse them than gift them. Haunt was his greatest gift. What more could he want or than her? He inclined his head in a nod to the smaller man. Nothing more had needed to be said on it.

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