[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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POSTED: Thu May 10, 2018 10:52 am

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The flash of steel in the night was unmistakable and thrilling. Here, O'Riley thought, he could see a vision of death from the age of his forefathers – a living relic who shed blood and killed like a hungry ghost.

Itachi did not engage, however. Puzzled by this, O'Riley hesitated. The stranger had found his own arms in the process, and stood once more. Over a span of breaths, O'Riley looked between his elder and the Outsider and finally realized that the inaction was not without purpose.

A sudden flash of irritability rippled through him. Did the old man think this was some sort of test? If he had not wanted the Outsider dead he would not have drawn his blade, but why the wait? O'Riley bared his teeth with a great snarl of frustration and saw the man spin towards him again, torn between which threat loomed the largest.

O'Riley resolved himself to a decision and rushed forward again. Relying on the knife, the loner slashed out at the wolfdog as he rushed forward again, but his swing went wide and exposed his forearm. Seeing this, O'Riley jerked his head to the side and snapped again, feeling a satisfying crunch as the man yelped from pain and shock. He wouldn't drop the knife, and set about trying to free himself by beating and scratching at O'Riley's dark head.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 07, 2018 6:15 pm

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A moment was not to be reaped immaturely. It mellowed and deepened like a shadow-wine, gaining its fullness from the colour of screams and blood, freshly drawn from bellowing veins and leaping hearts. Had O’Riley asked, he’d answered yes and no. Battle was beauty and death a siren song to those who listened. Itachi had lived a long life of necessary cruelty tied to the dark entity within his heart, He didn’t feel the urgency as others might.

He blinked at the blade in the stranger’s grasp, soon after followed by the delicious crunch of bone beneath living flesh. The katana’s form could easily slice through along the wrong flesh in the turmoil, but his dear blade was a natural extension of his arm, and he stepped forth with silence roaring beneath his feet, grace and elegance formed from true confidence.

It wasn’t a fair exchange, but trespassers weren’t met with equal opportunities in this place. While the stranger was occupied with O’Riley, the lonesome twin-blade darted forth, slashing neat lines of angry crimson between the man’s left shoulder and armpit to sever the tendon, then stabbing in an angry motion into the man’s muscular thigh.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 14, 2018 5:45 pm

The tension against his jaw made his teeth ache – his head hurt each time a fist or claws came down for it, but he would twist his neck and avoid the worst of these as best he could. The knife was more dangerous. Disarming the man was most important.

So when it happened in a most greusome fashion, O'Riley barely realized. He stumbled backwards against the sudden slack and released the limp-arm with surprise.

He heard the man screaming again, cursing, begging. The noise made him crazy.

O'Riley snarled in fury and rushed forward again. Without concern for Itachi, who had now wounded their opponent to near incompetence, without concern for the knife on the ground, the wolfdog hurled the whole of his weight into the stranger and sought to drag him down. He climbed this falling body and set his sights on the softest, weakest parts of the Outsider. His belly, protected instinctively even as he fell, took the worst of these blows as O'Riley sought his throat.

When the screaming stopped, O'Riley finally stepped away.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 08, 2018 5:28 pm

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Acute melodic agony pushed against his conscience, and would once have roused any sleeping creature coiled within the pits of his being. Pale ears pushed forward, drinking in the pain and inhaling the sweet, sweet warm life’s blood that could’ve been his. Scarlet spewed forth from wounds drawn by blades and teeth alike, and even Itachi felt his lips draw back with the ghostly whisper of a snarl.

He pulled his blade back as the large secui moved, casually concerned the thunderstorm eyed man would toss himself against the sword if the struggle went awry. Two of them danced, and he stepped back once more because were a crowd. Scarlet eyes watched as claws and teeth dug into the softness of the man’s abdomen, and the man learned that he was a mere animal of flesh and blood and innards just like any other.

Once silence returned, it roared.

Itachi crouched beside the broken body of what’d been a man and looked upon the mess the young male had made. A crushed windpipe had turned to be the final nail in the coffin, but he would’ve died a handful of death by the damage done. Good. For the first time, Itachi felt weary at the sight that he’d seen hundreds of times. The hunger was still there, somewhere, but it was changed and terrible, and his belly tumbled awfully at the mess O'Riley had made. Perhaps age finally had settled his inner demons.

”They all look the same when it’s over.” Eyes clouded and unseeing, breathless chest eternally still. The smell, the sight, the colour. Fetching a rough cloth, he started cleaning the red-dripping katana.

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