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POSTED: Mon Jan 02, 2017 6:33 am

(368) Well what do ya know!? The most violent Coyote in Inferni has a soft spot for sheep. Come gawk at Izual or join him or question him ~ whatever works!

He stood at the edge of the paddock watching the sheep graze gracefully in the paddock. Their coats were getting bushier again, but he assumed Inferni chose not to sheer them because it was winter and it was cold. They all had to fend for themselves when facing the weather, and it would be plain cruel of them to sheer the sheep and leave them out in the cold all naked like that. Plus, he preferred them fluffier. They looked like little clouds when their heads were bent towards the ground. Little dusty clouds that moved around every once in a while with the slightest breeze.

They were dreamy to him. Watching them made him want to crowd surf on their backs, only he knew that would last about five seconds before they dispersed like fluffy cockroaches and he fell on the cold, muddied earth. He wondered if they’d fear him. He wondered if they remembered that he had killed off one of their elders. He wondered if they had a complex hierarchy like Inferni had.

He wondered so much about the sheep and none of his questions were being answered at the edge of the paddock.

He stretched, reaching for the gray sky as snow flurries drifted around him. His shoulders popped, his neck cracked, and he elicited a great yawn that startled a few of them enough to bleat baaa!

”Don’t fear me, my quilted ones,” Izual purred as he climbed through the paddock fence and joined them in the middle of the field. Much to his surprise, they didn’t care that he approached and proceeded to walk through the herd, raking his claws over each sheep’s back, combing through the very fur that padded his bed in the mansion.

He waded through the herd, allowing his fingers to graze over their plush, oblivious to their suspicious stares. Once he reached the other side of the group of them, he plopped down in the snow to watch them. Instead, a young sheep broke away from the herd and butted him in the chest gently, nibbling on his fingers and shaking its matted, cotton tail.

"Hey there, buddy," Izual crooned, allowing the sheep to taste his fingers.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 07, 2017 2:42 pm

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*writes philosophical metaphors* What did I learn? Sheep can get nose bleeds.

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He too entered the pen, slowly, quietly nudging the gate open after lifting the latch.

There was so much that could be learned from sheep. Virue's questions were philosophical, and pivotal to the purpose of life. Where was he headed—where were things headed? Only the rise and fall of the sun would truly tell, but he wanted the comfort of holding the future.

Like a humble secret he could know and bear with pride—a candle whose light he had the noble duty of guarding. Yet, who wanted to shield those from a light so tempting to see? Virue said ‘I’ like a devoted soldier of peace. Maybe he was self-righteous, maybe he cherished light more than most.

Virue walked with a limp through the moving bodies. He searched for a rhythm in their steps, so that he could adjust his own. Maybe he would find a way to assimilate himself, and the actions he presented to the ones that were all around. But was that ever the goal? Wasn't there grace held in the ones who danced differently within the herd? Virue believed this to be true.

The hybrid continued his journey.
Moving through the sheep felt comfortable, like he was already at home.

Questions again came like rain to a lively forest. Was he an explorer—a visionary—or a fool—a perversion of sense. His mind scattered around, like the sheep confined. Except—unlike the sheep—his thoughts could sift through the broken air, the cold and the fences to wander and bleat off in the distance. To speak of realms, yet only see the one he could feel.

Without justification, there was one of the flock that cried louder than the others, circling back around over and over off to the side, like it was calling the sheep to attention. It's nose leaked blood, and it’s eyes were heavy, yet they moved with the speed of fire. Virue figured it knew something that the others did not—the lonely dancer, transcending the tired feet of the others. Maybe it was warning them about their fates, their captivity, how it could all be changed with courage.

It bleated and carried on, blood sloping along the gentle white chin, and now it came to him—the conclusion that this singular sheep must be mad. It was a frayed messiah, led by the actualization brought on by it's own renegade thoughts. Another conclusion, this one sending his mind into a state of memorization. Now he could recall; it was the ones who danced differently outside the herd that were put down.

Soon he came to a stop upon discovery of Izual, sitting in the snow, a sheep keeping him company. For once, Virue saw compassion in the man who had given him nightmares for two nights.

The boy did not greet him, only an advent of the eyes could tell there was acknowledgement to his large presence. Virue came to his side and sat, his eyes wading off into the sea of raw wool. A sea of sick lullabies from the labyrinth of his imagination. There was always some form of truth to his chimerical thoughts, and he knew someone would have to sort through all of these celestial songs to make sense of it. One day, he may even sing one of these songs himself—when he is gray-furred, and finally just intelligent enough to know why it is he lives. When he has it all figured out, yet bitter-sweetly behind him. He will be but one in a shared effort of reading these laden scripts, and finding some sort of meaning—like the only clarifying chapter in an unending book.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 11, 2017 9:23 pm

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The flock stuck together like bits of wools that clung together in the sacks, only instead of materials, they were attached to bodies. The young lamb hung by him for a while, nibbling on his fingers and bleating at him, but eventually the young creature wandered back to its pack and became lost in the bodies of the sheep pawing at the ground. Izual remained seated in the snow, staring at the sheep until there was something that caught his eye and took his attention away from them for a moment.

It was Virue. The Coyote that asked the obvious questions.

Izual stared blankly after him, watching him enter the paddock and make his way towards him. Fuck. The Massacre man wasn’t really into answering twenty-one questions today and might have even been a little irritable to the man. However, much to his surprise, instead of the stream of conversation he anticipated coming from Virue’s mouth, the Coyote Hybrid sat silently beside him in the snow. Both men looked out towards the sheep, and Izual noticed droplets of red in the snow.

He rose in his position and noticed a lot more of it in the snow than before. His orange eyes focused on Virue at his side as he rose to his feet. ”Did you bite one of them before you came here to sit? Why is there blood in the snow?”

But Izual didn’t wait around for an answer. Instead, he circled the flock and easily found the one with the blood smeared face skirting the outer edges of the group. His comrades had smears of blood in their wool, but they were oblivious to the problem. Grabbing a bit of its wool, he led it as gently as possible away from the rest and kneeled before the sheep. He wiped the blood from its snout away, licking it off his fingers in between, and used the snow to clean the fur around the animal’s nose.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:21 pm

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OOC here

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Virue watched the mass of bodies which intermingled and shuffled with dull ignorance. He did so with Izual for a few moments, and his body coursed with nervous energy the entire time.

Virue had befallen to nightmares based on the feelings he'd had when he first saw Izual. It was an odd mixture of potent anxiety, and a grating suspicion for lack of detail that had made him uneasy—still made him uneasy. Izual didn't seem normal, not in a stereotypical sense, but in a sociological sense rather. It was these thoughts which made him nervous—just imagining the way he might think. However, they might think on a more parallel basis than Virue could ever expect, but he would never know what went on behind the scenes. Behind the natural wall everyone possessed.

There were some things that would be better off hidden from the world; promptly placed beneath the surface, just out of reach. But Virue always had a knack for digging deeper, and sometimes his prying eyes would search in places they didn't belong. He wanted to dig around in Izual’s head, just as much as he wanted to within the bloody sheep. Perversity interested him; possibly because he himself had a mind which ran on heterodoxy: odd as well as compulsive habits, maddening dreams, wild visions and ludicrous everyday thoughts. Virue just wanted to understand.

The boy watched Izual bring the sheep away from the group with unexpected subtlety. Izual began to tend to the blood, and Virue focused on the white fur around its nose as it was cleaned. There was something about the animal that still wasn't quite cohesive, it was just “off”. Maybe it was the animal's eyes, which searched the frigid air with a certain alertness, the sudden, dodgy movements it's body sported; rampant and episodic in nature, like a bird with a marred wing.

Virue shook his head, still sitting where he'd originally sat upon arrival. “Nothing has...changed.” He said quietly. He said this not in spite of Izual trying to fix the problem—but rather to communicate his lack of surprise. His eyes looked to Izual longer than intended, before saying “That one th-there, it's mad I think.”
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POSTED: Thu Jan 12, 2017 2:11 am

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As Izual sopped the blood from the sheep’s face – albeit not without a struggle – a sickening smell wafted up into his nostrils. He had remembered the smell on a woman he and his brother had killed and almost been bitten by, but the sickness was not the same in these creatures. It was the same tainted scent, but different in type. Izual stopped licking his fingers and instead washed them off in the snow. Blood still leaked from the sheep’s nostrils, staining his white face once more. The sheep bleated and wandered away from Izual, still separating itself from the herd and still leaving a trail of red droplets behind.

Izual cast his gaze back towards Virue, and there was the faintest hint of sadness in his eyes. He couldn’t leave a sick sheep with the others. There was a chance that the others would get sick. He couldn’t let this sheep’s ailment get out of control…

Oh, well…. Time to get bloody.

”Virue,” Izual said with a grin. ”Want to help?” He grabbed a handful of the sheep’s wool and carefully led the creature towards the paddock gate. He unlatched the gate, but didn’t open it yet, waiting for an answer from his four-legged friend.

He hadn’t come to the sheep pasture with the intent to kill, so he hadn’t brought a blade with him, but he was bound to find something sharp enough in the barn nearby. The sheep hazily stood, tugging at Izual’s hold on him here and there, but not very hard. He bleated out towards the fence, but the other sheep seemed to ignore him almost completely. The young one he had been playing with before had become lost in the herd.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 12, 2017 3:18 am

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He was silent to watch the sheep meander about in a sickened daze, the red-stained snow marking its movements in grim fashion. Virue had seen blood before, and was not sickened by it—as it was a part of life—but this perceived madness troubled him. He felt like he was making the mistake of looking at it as if it were some kind of tumor of foreign origin; the belief being it must be cut away and removed from the healthy. Virue caught the man's vibrant eyes, and somewhere he might've received the miniscule amount of sadness that was being sent. His voice reflected this emotion, no, amplified it in the form of scared curiosity.

“Izual, what are you going to do?”

A part of him already knew the answer. He had memorized it: it was the ones who danced differently outside the herd that were put down.

The thought entered his mind that he could be just as queer as the sheep itself, and if logistics were stripped to barren standards for but a moment, he might share the same fate—Izual might share the same fate. But they were the gods, they held the power, because they knew where the knives were kept, and knew how to use them.

For some reason, he lifted himself up from his seated position, and worked his way over to the awaiting Izual. There was no sense in being ignorant, or even taking pride, he already knew what had to be done. The “off” sheep would be “offed” by the large brown wolf who stood, clutching it's wool. The latch was already lifted, there waiting for him like Izual was, and he pushed through without hesitation—his head bowed almost as if in premature mourning. “I - I'm not much, but tell me...what I need to do.”

But he was already hesitating, regretting what he'd said he would do. Why couldn't Vicira do this? Wasn't she in charge of the sheep? It wasn't his intent to kill when he'd come to the paddock either, he'd only come to admire the sheep, and be alone. Only one of these things had been accomplished—and not for long.
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POSTED: Fri Jan 20, 2017 5:43 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.

(373) They’re gonna fucking fire him LOL Every time he’s had a sheep thread, he wound up killing one of them. Also, hope you don't mind I PPed and FFed a little

It hadn’t taken much prying to get Virue to follow him out. In fact, the Hybrid opened the gate for him as they both left the paddock with the sickly sheep in tow. Once outside of the paddock, Izual let go of the sheep’s wool to fasten the lock on the gate once again. The sheep wandered in the new snow still with a dripping nose and chin. Virue stood nearby looking as though he was already in prayer.

”Say a prayer for this guy,” Izual suggested, turning away from the paddock and using one of the ropes hung on the fence to collar and lead the sheep away. The mindless creature – whether that was due to his kind or sickness – followed, occasionally having to be tugged back on course again. ”Find me a sharp knife.” They were nearing the barn now, and instead of having to go inside with his little friend, he rather Virue found him the tools he needed.

Izual led the sheep to the back of the barn where he could smear the snow in blood and have plenty of room to cut into the sheep for succulent cuts of meat. Izual took the rope from the sheep’s neck and stood with it held between his legs, similar to how they did it when they sheared them. There were droplets of dark blood that already dotted the snow’s pristine surface, though.

”Thank you,” Izual said, taking the knife from Virue once he brought it back. ”You might want to look away now.” Thinking the Hybrid was a little bit of a pansy, Izual’s eyes lingered on Virue a minute. To catch one’s prey was one thing, but to watch another slit a lamb’s throat was another. Izual readied the knife in his hand and held the sheep’s head with the other. Swiftly, smoothly, he cut a line in the sheep’s throat, keeping the animal from struggling too much between his legs. Warm, sickly sweet, crimson blood sprayed out over the snow and Izual wanted to reach out and lick it. However, remembering the animal’s sickness, he refrained. The sheep thrashed as first, but as it’s body drained and its brain suffocated, the sheep’s body eventually softened as it died.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 20, 2017 11:48 am

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I guess it's time to harass Virue?

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Virue entered the barn. It smelled of must, and by the time he'd found a knife, his head was swimming. There was a knife on a workbench inside. He hopped up, his paws on the edge, his bad leg floating out under him, before reaching out and pulling it towards him. Off the surface of the table it slid, and he quickly pushed himself back to avoid being cut. Virue of course knew that if anyone were to accidentally cut himself, it would be him. In front of him the knife rested, and he initially recoiled away from it before picking it up carefully between his teeth. Virue imagined his breath was fogging the steel, and that if he wasn't careful, it might bite him back.

When Virue left, he found Izual straddling the sick creature. It took him a moment, before he made his way over, visibly hesitating in his task to bring over the knife. Finally, he did. He thought of dropping it at Izual’s feet, as if to assign responsibility to the earth which he would take it from, rather than him. But in the end, he stood still, and held the knife out for Izual to pluck it from his maw. Once the weapon was removed, and he felt a wave of guilt unfit for an accomplice, he backed away and watched with half-shut eyes.

It was mayhem. The blood escaped the sheep's throat in a morbid spray which frightened him beyond measure. Virue's ears thudded, and soon he realized that it was in rhythm with the pulsing red tide which painted and melted the snow below. Virue's gentle eyes quickly stole away, only to find Izual’s expression. Although it was a look Virue himself could not understand, it was a state of near romantic passion which filled the orange eyes—that of which hung supernally above the dying animal.

Finally Virue turned away, his eyes wide, his body trembling in fear. Guilt ran it's way through him, further and deeper than it ever had before. Never. He had never.

Virue remained like this. His tail partially tucked, his body shaking. His back facing the blood, and the casualty he had caused. Virue began to take more control over his breathing, slowing things down to keep himself from descending too far. He couldn't blame himself forever; the reality of it was far more complicated than the retrieval of a knife. What it did boil down to, however, was difficult to say.

The boy turned back around. With a slow, unsure nod, he gave the sheep his send-off. Another death in a world which brimmed with black and white. Unlike the others, it had learned before the rest how to be still. With the knife still in Izual’s possession, the events reminded him of something, and it cast a shadow over his mind. But he dared not mention it aloud. Keeping Rialu’s life private was one of the things he'd sworn to do, and he knew Izual wouldn't be any help dealing with such a difficult topic. There was always a presence that came along with Izual that bothered him, and Virue knew it was this presence which would make self harm a blunderous mention.
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POSTED: Mon Jan 23, 2017 5:52 pm

(372) There’s your nightmares! LOL

As Izual killed the sheep, spraying blood into the snow and grass, and feeling the creature’s life force fade away, he had noted Virue’s hopeless look in the background. For the moment, he had been in the moment and had not said anything. But when he finished and the deed was done, and he found Virue turned away from the death and cowering in the corner, Izual couldn’t keep the criticism in for much longer.

”Do you do this kind of shit when you hunt?” Izual snapped, finally looking up at the visibly frightened Hybrid. He couldn’t imagine why the canine would be so hesitant to see a creature killed. What the fuck did he eat? Plants? Did he cry when he accidentally killed a bug? Did he sob every time he had to kill something to sustain himself? ”Are you gonna run into the woods and cry yourself to sleep now?”

Perhaps Izual was ignorant to a past that the young Hybrid kept from everyone, but the way the Massacre thought was mostly to do with nature and how they were supposed to be used to this from birth. Did someone hunt for him and cut his meat away from the body and bones and feed it to him like that? Was that why he couldn’t handle death and the natural form of it. The sheep that now lay limp and stained in the blood grass will be cut up and separated for resources. Not that Izual knew what they’d be used for, but the bones would go to weapons and jewelry-making, the meat would go to storage for food and for processing jerky for the rest of the winter, the fat would go to candles for lighting the mansion, and the wood would be cut away, cleaned, and saved for bedding and other uses.

”It’s the way shit goes. He was sick, so he died. It’s nature.” Izual released his gaze from Virue and began skinning the sheep at his feet. He would then cut the meat from its body, bring the skin to someone who could clean and tan it, and prepare the skeletal remains for other things. He would love a bone dagger if Inferni had a craftsman...

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POSTED: Tue Jan 24, 2017 11:37 pm

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I can honestly say this is a weird, if not bad post. I dunno :/

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How could Virue explain to Izual it was the behaviour he exhibited which made him fearful?

A door was unhinged, a screw was loose. It clattered along in Izual’s head, and made a ruckus. The sheep had been dazed and diseased no doubt, but there was a look in it's eyes like that of a vicious crackle. What made Izual any different? What quieted the crackle, and made the clatter so difficult to hear?

The boy shook his head slowly. “No,” He answered. “I kill and I eat.”

But why did it seem like there was more to it for Izual? He took a pleasure in blood and death beyond that of reason or utility. It brought him joy; pure and wicked. He liked the taste of blood.

Nature was simply a construct, never really a set of rules that must be followed explicitly. The natural state of things could tell you about that of which that are closely related—like flowers and grass. Maybe Izual was a maniacal diversion from the norm; a spiky pick in a bed of daisies. Some of the nearest might curl and dull in the predatory presence, leaving no choice but to pick it away like the mad mutton he had so brutally killed.

“I'm sure it is.” Virue said quietly. However, Virue thought that the way in which the creature had been sent off was perverse. It could have had something to do with the perverse creature who had held the knife, and the way in which he'd performed the presumably righteous task.

At this point, Virue left to view the sheep once more as they wandered in the paddock. They were probably confused, wondering when a profound prophet would descend and provide context. Little did they know that their world consisted of limited space, and time only permitted by the coyotes of Inferni. Of course this was all the spurious thoughts of an adult who'd never grown up.
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