[M] Heimebane

POSTED: Sat Apr 07, 2018 11:57 am

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Itachi is creeping up on an intruder nearby the easter pack borders. Come join the... fun... >:D

The earth had become soft and moist underneath the occasionally glaring gaze of the spring sun in-between fat clouds full of downpour. It made for a sour and bitter day, but it was useful for many things. Like tracking a fool’s footprints.

Western winds did not dance in his favour today, but the loner’s stench clung to grasses and twigs, and the stranger had left deep footprints in his wake. The man that had briefly crossed the Kingdom’s borders wasn’t large according to the tracks, but heavy by the look of them, and that suggested that strength and muscle would have to be taken into consideration.

A challenge was never to be turned away, and though Itachi Lykoi walked alone, his years of mild madness had helped him to develop an explicit taste for strays. The hunt helped him forget, and violence cleared the head and brought him down to flesh and bones and muscle memory.

The Warden moved swiftly, scarlet eyes alternating between the ground and the forest where the intruder likely lurked just beyond his line of sight. He could feel the old ache settling in his jaws, saliva gathering keenly as if he looked upon a fine meal. He swallowed deeply, anticipating, his lips near curling into an unkind smile.

Eventually, the tracks looked fresher, and the invader’s scent danced brighter in keen nostrils. The sword was a silent weight against his back at this point, waiting patiently, for it was not yet time to draw its sleek metallic form. He stalked low, blending well enough into the lightly forested environment, and he saw the tall silhouette in-between the trees far ahead.

Black as the deepest crack in the earth and an uneven gait that suggested that the intruder was either deranged or under the influence of something. No matter, Itachi wasn’t a selective monster. He accepted what was offered.

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POSTED: Sat Apr 07, 2018 7:05 pm

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Hunting was more an opportunistic thing for O'Riley, who came upon chances for meals and often seized upon them. He had never known hunger beyond this impulse, for Salsola provided plenty of places from which protein could be gathered. They had more than enough to feed the pack as its numbers now stood, and the number of children suggested this was the case.

He felt called to action sometimes even though he was not titled for such a thing. A spy, he thought he would become, while lesser people quarreled over who was the strongest – the power was more complex than that.

Yet undeniably he had been blessed by the conception and design of his making, and was among the largest of the pack's wolves. This was both a blessing and a curse – he was spiteful about the latter, which felt like a terrible injustice he did not forgive easily. The options now presented to him were not lesser, but more restrictive, and this irritated him greatly.

Even in his lupus form, he was a large animal. This only made him less noticeable for such a size, for against the dark woods his coat blended well into the illusion that he was, indeed, hiding in plain sight.

It put him lower to the ground and made the trail he followed – of two men now – easy to find.

As best he was able, stepping carefully and slowly, O'Riley moved to be alongside Itachi – it was a terribly old hunting technique.

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POSTED: Sat Apr 07, 2018 8:21 pm

With eyes and ears open to the murmurs and shapes of the environment, Itachi did not lose momentum when a different creature crept up alongside him, hues of ashes and early evening horizons; not terribly unlike the monstrosity of his black nightmares.

But he feared not the foul creatures of the night, and once his blood red gaze washed over the silhouette that had joined him, he recognized him as the son of the Helsi daughter that had been raised with China's children. The sight of the young man opened a new can of bitter regret due to many things, but he pushed it into the darkness of his mind to be dealt with later.

Riley was a larger man than Itachi, and sizable even in his primitive skin. It suited them well. The blonde Warden never hunted this particular kind of prey in his four-legged form, for perfectly good reasons -- terrible reasons.

The Lykoi remained still and glanced at the lupus form with a slight nod; giving the go. It was, in ways, unfortunate that company had found him – he would likely have to show restraint now, something he was enthusiastic about. But he was a seasoned creature, highly adaptive to change.

It might be a fine thing to see how the Helsiboy seized the opportunity, and there was no chance the intruder would get away either way. Itachi knew himself and his own competence, but not the lilac eyed boy. Far ahead, the dark stranger muttered towards a tree, gesticulating aggressively to no one in particular.

Seemed they were all mad here.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 15, 2018 7:59 pm

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His grandmother had told him about her father – this man now, still living and working under the cover of night, a relic of a time O'Riley did not recognize well enough to fully grasp. He could not reach this far back to weigh what had been done, only what he had been told, and what he saw.

Like Salvia, the swordsman was fading – he looked the way the Boss looked at night. Like a ghost.

O'Riley opened his mouth to test the air, but his eyes lingered on the dark-cloaked figure. He remained still, attentive, and did not move until he was told. The lessons of his youth had been refined with conflict, though the first war had passed him by untouched. It was the second where he had cut his teeth, beginning and ending the conflict with all the self-righteousness his existence allowed.

Swift and certain of himself, the Apprentice lurched forward. He was nearly upon the man when the trespasser smelt or heard him coming and turned.

The wolf went for his legs, and knocked them out from under the stranger. The man fell hard, but had enough sense to lash out, snarling, for his assailant. O'Riley skirted away, showing his teeth.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 23, 2018 4:45 pm

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Beasts of dark intent in motion were beautiful things to behold. The sizable form of thunder and dark clouds pushed forth into the scene, leaving rotten leaves and dirt swirling in its wake. Blackened pupils within their unfathomable depths of crimson contracted as he looked to the man ahead. The Warden rose with grace, stepping forth like a mortal reaper in the burning wake of the unleashed hellhound, intent to dig their claws into forlorn souls that they could drag down into their abyss.

The ghost of the blade sang brightly against his spine; its weight insistent and urgent as the air rippled with dusky anticipation. The large wolf knocked the trespasser down onto earth and the stranger snarled, lashing out for the four-legged beast. Itachi’s jaws shifted and he felt that good old ache that spread like poison through his veins. A lifetime of patience had taught him the mastery of self-discipline and he contrained himself easily, quietly basking in the sensation of being alive that bubbled and steamed underneath his skin.

He reached for the blade, and it whispered its metallic hymn as the daylight danced upon its reflective length, seductive and sweet with the gallons of blood it had shed together with its master. The hilt felt comforting against his calloused palms – the weight right and true as the blade became the terrible extension of his arm.

Yet, Itachi waited, and he watched, his narrow pupils emptily trailing the Helsison’s movements as he turned his path into a slow arch to circumvent man and beast. The stray was on his feet again now, a knife materialized in his coal-black hand. The Warden’s umber ears leaned back at the display, but he stayed his hand without trouble. His curiosity held the upper hand with desire for the Helsi’s demonstration.

Rumours were fickle things and quick to paint false works of art, but the way the boy moved suggested the hushes whispers had not been mere low-spoken lies.

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