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- Anselm de le Poer - 08-24-2008 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 08-25-2008 [html]
Just barely got a reply in, whooh! i heard they say the boy's missing What... was that guy doing. Hybrid had been watching him for a short while, having noticed him when he was on his way somewhere to do something. What had he been doing again? It must have been important, but he had long since forgotten. Perhaps he hadn't really wanted to do it anyways-- that was certainly possible. If that was the case, it was also possible that his momentary forgetfulness was a good thing. Or wait, perhaps it was bad he had forgotten. Hybrid grimaced, then shook his head. Whatever. He trotted closer, not bothering to conceal his curiosity, or whatever you might call it. He didn't think he was curious, just... wondering what the fuck the guy was doing. "What the fuck are you doing?" There you go. You want an answer, you go and fucking get it. Hybrid stared-- what a weird guy. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-26-2008 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 09-07-2008 [html]
I have no idea why it took me so long to reply to this. i heard they say the boy's missing Sit ups; so they had a name. Hybrid supposed it was descriptive enough-- Anselm was in fact sitting up, multiple times. Hybrid suspected he had heard of these things in the past, or at least seen someone do this before, but was not inclined to try and think back to see if he did. He glanced from Anselm, to the tree, and back again, slowly feeling himself losing interest in the entire situation. Now that he had a name to call the strange, repetitive movements, they didn't seem as strange (or interesting) as they had before. He had not been all that interested in the first place, so the other male's answer was disappointing to say the least. "Oh," he replied dully. He flattened his ears slightly, then glanced away. He stood there for a few moments, not sure what to do. He had a word and a minor explanation, but it didn't mean his boredom had been quenched. In fact, Hybrid found himself growing more and more annoyed at the wolf, peeved that he could be so uninteresting. Gabriel was interesting enough. They killed things, ate things. Well, mostly just killed things, like that one weird wolf that thought they were gay together, or something. Hybrid smirked, letting his gaze wander back over to Anselm. "You want to fuck, or something?" He was bored and this Anselm fellow didn't look too bad. A bit more like a wolf than a coyote, though, he supposed it didn't really matter anyways. Sex was sex-- it didn't have much more of a meaning then that. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-09-2008 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 09-09-2008 [html]
372 i heard they say the boy's missing He shrugged, nonplussed by Anselm's reaction. "I guess, if you want to call it that," he replied in a bored tone. It wasn't so much that he was gay than he was not fond of females, period. They were weak, disgusting, snivelling creatures that didn't have many uses aside from bearing puppies. All the ones he had met in the past had been stupid and foolish, perfectly willing to be dominated by a male figure, and in some cases, forced to be. He had seen enough of his father's late-night escapades to know what sex between a male and a female was like, and it wasn't all that exciting or interesting. In many of the cases, the female wound up dead, just lying there when the deed had been finished. Males on the other hand, well... they were a little more exciting. None of the high, annoying chatter you'd get from a female, and there were all sorts of... anatomical goodies to make things more exciting. In fact, as he'd found time and time again, most of the males he'd come across put up a rather amusing fight. A show of bravado before he claimed them, digging his claws into their flesh as they came. It was all rather fun, nothing like what a female might do. It seemed as though all his partners had been male, but it had never surprised him. It seemed only natural that if females were so... female, he would turn to males as his only choice. Vitium had been the second he'd slept with, though, he supposed the term was a little light for what they had done. Fucked like rabid animals, was more appropriate. Hybrid still had a scar from Vitium, and that had been before he had wanted to kill the male. Samael, too, was fun enough, even if he did have a 'thing' for his mother, and that wolf boy-- what had his name been, Jasper or something?-- had proved to be rather entertaining as well. He put up a decent enough fight, and Hybrid had always found it amusing to toy with the boy. Perhaps Anselm could be his new toy-- a new adventure, something he'd never come across before. "Are you?" - Anselm de le Poer - 09-15-2008 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 09-18-2008 [html]
-had been pondering over how to reply to this for the past few days- i heard they say the boy's missing Disappointment; he had been looking forward to having a new fuck mate, and Anselm was fit enough. He supposed if Anselm wasn't gay, that would be a problem of sorts. Hybrid supposed he could always try convincing him, or somehow turn him gay, but he didn't think that was even possible. Could you even turn someone gay? That would be like... turning someone straight, like some female trying to make him swing her way. He grimaced; that was disgusting. Hybrid laughed at Anselm's question, amused the other was even curious about it. For Hybrid, it was the obvious choice-- if females were disgusting, loathsome creatures, and he happened to find males physically attractive, the answer was simple: kill the females and fuck the males. Though, he supposed he didn't do much of the former, as it was equivalent to hunting game (well, when they were wolves, at least). He had found that female coyotes were generally less stupid, but still just as disgusting. The shape of their bodies was unappealing, the sound and pitch of their voices annoying, and even the way they walked was irksome. "Well, they don't make me want to vomit, for one," he replied, wrinkling his nose slightly. "They're not weak like most females are, so it makes conquering them all the more fun in the end." He smirked. "Maybe I just like the challenge. And the fact that they don't break when I hurt them," he noted, or fuck them," he added as an afterthought. He shrugged. He had a number of reasons, but he doubted Anselm would want to hear all of them. - Anselm de le Poer - 09-22-2008 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 09-24-2008 [html]
405 Your reply made me laugh. And it is probably the best analysis of Hybrid I've ever seen. <3 i heard they say the boy's missing Everything was a battleground; nothing was sacred, and there was no sanctity. Peace and security could be damned, for it was all a simple little lie to intrigue and confuse you. Hybrid knew it did not exist, for it could not exist. There was no reason for it to. There was always a battle- of words, thoughts, physical strength, and endurance. Hybrid had waged many wars, won his fair share, and seen a number of them end in defeat. He was not all-knowing, but he was (arguably) decently educated in the art of war. He could easily be classified as a thrill junkie, preferred to throw his life on the line just to feel alive, for his dallied with Samael, there was always the possibility of death. It was slim, but it was there, and it existed in a degree that comforted him. It made sex feel more real, more vivid. He knew he was alive when he felt the tickling of worry in the back of his mind, knew he was alive when he saw evidence that others were, too. When Samael bled, Hybrid knew he lived, and thus, was alive as well. It was a strange and twisted logic, and came back to the origin of war. In this respect, Hybrid never really 'relaxed.' Or at least, not the way others might-- his idea of relaxation was just as twisted as his idea of fun. "I've always found killing wolves to be extremely soothing," he joked with a smirk. He snorted, almost laughed even, to show that it was in jest. Yes, killing wolves was enjoyable, but it was not relaxing. What was relaxing? The scent of lavender? No, only to a bottom. What about the sound of running water, the quiet serenity of a brook? Perhaps not-- it made him need to take a piss. Perhaps his definition of relaxing was a little different. "I don't know," he replied. "I don't think I relax much," he mused. Sure, he might take a nap on a rock in the sun, but that wasn't relaxing-- that was just sleep. Sometimes, he might stare at the clouds and ponder the meaning of life, but that wasn't very relaxing, either (and he knew his purpose in life was to kill wolves, so that was easy enough). He supposed his honesty only betrayed how little he did, aside from sex, killing and, well... that was it, really. - Anselm de le Poer - 10-14-2008 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 10-25-2008 [html] 429. I think this is the most Hybrid has ever said at one time. :> i heard they say the boy's missing Hybrid had never given any thought to the origins of the feud between coyotes and wolves, and Anselm's words made him pause for a moment to consider it. He had long acknowledged and accepted that coyotes were superior to wolves, having drawn his conclusion from past experiences and independent research. It had not been difficult to deduce, as the answer had been glaringly obvious. Wolves were the antagonists, and had been, and would continue to be for years, or at least, until he eliminated them all. "I suppose it's resent on my part. But wolves would attack and kill coyote pups on sight, and as a result, we would do the same. When we were just normal coyotes, no shifting abilities, the only way to overpower a wolf was with numbers. Now they can't use their size to their advantage. We can fight back." He frowned. "And of course, we're all hunting the same food. They steal our kills and our prey. There's no reason not to resent them. It's natural," he replied evenly. It was simply how things were. In the past, coyotes had to contend with a wolves larger size, and rarely came out of a fight with wolves unscathed. But now? They could fight back and they could win. Even if the Dahlian Wars had ended in a draw, the raids against Syemv had been effective, and the Syemv War had been a success. That had to say something for their evolution. The next time Anselm spoke, Hybrid just laughed. Perhaps Hybrid was too much of a rationalist to believe in drugs or such substances. Sometimes, he really did wonder. What was purer? The mind or the body? If it was the mind, such drugs could only cloud one's judgment and detract from their very being, contorting how they perceived and understood things. If the body was the purest, what was the point of throwing his time away for such useless hedonistic desires only to have nothing in the end? Hybrid had never been curious about drugs, and had never seen the point. They did not make him stronger, smarter or faster. They wasted precious time that could be spent patrolling the borders or killing wolves. In essence, they would only weaken his resolve and would distract him from more important things. Useless. "I don't have anything to hide from," he replied. He had nothing to escape nor anything to push away. He would accept his enemies with bared fangs and sharpened claws, and with a stick sharpened on both ends waiting to fulfill its duty. |