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- Gaël morte dre Soul - 05-13-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ltable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Private for Miriette, Heath, and Jefferson. Postdated to the 7th (their first birthday). Yes, I will post twice... Once with Gaël, once with Jefferson, after both of you have posted. Going to assume Heath came with Gaël and they met up with Miriette. Luperci forms. They'd found him. How many months had it been since they'd left Aube de Musique behind, left everything they knew and loved behind to search for a lost cause they couldn't even believe in? The decision hadn't been a sudden one; the three had been pondering it for a while, each of them smart enough to know that they were likely to find nothing and return home empty-handed and without answers. In the least, they'd all wished to hear of their father's likely and deserved death, which would have been enough reason to turn back and live out the rest of their days without the anxiety and constant worry that the one-eyed tyrant would somehow return. The thought terrified Gaël; he might have been the eldest sibling, arguably the most mature, but the image of the terrifying cyclops ripping their mother to shreds haunted him still, invading his dreams and tremoring his body at night as if he was hairless in the frigid cold.
- Miriette morte dre Soul - 05-13-2009 She had been sitting amongst the boulders that seemed to threaten to overtake the beach. She'd been there for almost an hour watching the tide beat against the rocks and attempt to drag them into the ocean only to fall away and repeat. She had known that the time at hand was getting close and she'd ventured to the edge of the pack's territory to think and to be alone. She'd observed the scarred beast that was suppose to be their father and yet she didn't know what to think anymore. The monster she remembered didn't seem to exist inside the packlands, only a steady leader who could be gruff and grumpy at times. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, her arms resting on her knees as she wondered what was going to happen at that moment when the confrontation rang out. She'd been sitting there for a while when the breeze brought the sound of her sibling as she sighed and lifted her head. If it was going to happen it was now. She rose from the rocky perch she'd been taking and stretched out her limbs, delaying as usual as she traced her path out of the broken coast and moved to join her two brothers. Her eyes scanned over to Gael as she spoke softly. "I said I'd be here and I am." She wasn't sure how she felt about their plans but she had given them the information to get to the lands and she had said she'd meet them at the border. She'd upheld her part, now it came down to Maluki showing up. - Heath morte dre Soul - 05-14-2009 [html]
- Jefferson Soul - 05-14-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The green-eyed Patriarch did not much care for cloudy weather. In fact, the cyclops typically found himself going on nature walks rather than border patrols on days when the sun was shining and the air was fresher, but the clouds' decision to overcast and block out the blue of the sky did a number on his mood (while he was always an asshole, perhaps he was just slightly less of one when the sun showed its face). The air felt thick, humid; there was a particular, almost eerie feeling in Phoenix Valley that day, as Jefferson observed, and for reasons unknown the two-legged Luperci was walking on edge. Something seemed... out of place. His underlings were busy, perhaps, else they found the means to stay out of his sight completely, for not a face could be found on the packlands. He hadn't had a decent conversation with DaVinci nor Geneva in quite a while, giving the brute too much time to think and be alone. He wanted to be alone, right? Wasn't that what he'd always said?
- Gaël morte dre Soul - 05-14-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ltable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Miriette was quick and prompt, as Gaël might have expected out of her, but it was obvious that she was on edge as the rest. The yearling was somewhat surprised their father was not already present--surely Miriette had something in mind, but didn't plan on taking her brothers romping through a stranger's packlands where they could get attacked or sent away. Gaël might have been anxious to find the man that ruined their lives, but he wasn't about to let his sister but he or Heath in deliberate danger. He was, after all, the oldest brother. He had a responsibility and an image to maintain.
- Miriette morte dre Soul - 05-16-2009 She had known that Maluki would appear, she'd watched the male from a distance time after time, day after day as he'd done the patrol, almost every time he'd come upon the edge where they'd been standing about this time of day. Granted, DaVinci seemed to patrol every once in a while in place of the Patriarch but she had been willing to bet that the man they were looking for would be the first form to stumble upon them. Her eyes trailed over the forms of her two siblings as they stood there restlessly waiting. She hadn't given them any reasoning why she'd chosen the spot to meet them and she didn't feel she would need to. Settling in beside the two she turned her gaze away towards the break where she'd always spied the Patriarch's figure right before he appeared along the stretch of the beach. Like clockwork the flash of the monster's pelt was caught just before he moved into the open and moved along the same line he patrolled. There was a path carved into the lands after the constant treading the leaders and border patrol had made to cross the lands. Her tail lashed nervously against Heath's side as she held her breath. Now was the moment where there was no turning back and she caught the eyes of the leader as he moved to confront the trio at the lands end. Miriette could excuse him not realizing who she was alone on the borders but the words he threw at them made her misty grey eyes flash as she raised her chin proudly to meet his fierce gaze. There was silence from her siblings, something she hadn't expected. She'd assumed that Gael would have been the first to speak but instead his rage seemed to boil inside him, some personal battle being fought as she took the lead instead. "Maluki, you do not.. recognize? No?" she asked, her words taunting, as she often used upon Heath when she wanted to get him in a fit just for amusement. This was not amusing, perhaps warped, but not amusing. "Ow astonishing.." She lowered her gaze, a soft bitterness feeling her words. "Must be.. blessing.. to..to forget." She was silent a moment before she let the last words linger. "but.. we remembers." - Heath morte dre Soul - 05-16-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... athban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
He was uneasy, just standing and waiting. It wasn’t his style. Heath walked in, took a tour and then answered questions. He wasn’t afraid of the fight that might ensue, he wanted it. Following his brother’s lead meant that he stood at his side on the boarder, though he itched to move forward. The frustration began to build and with it that unstable anger that he was all too familiar with. The situation was a breeding ground for his rage, multiplying as the second ticked. Waiting for it to be set off.
Maluki's entrance wouldn’t be forgotten in the thin male’s mind. A memory that would forever be engraved in his brain, settled just beside the very bloody first meeting they had. Gold eyes stared at the battered and scared beast, green eye peering at them. His voice was heavy and rough, but held none of the insanity that Heath had expected and prepared for. Eyes went to Gael, before falling back to the male that had sired the three. Back furred paw shifted uneasily, as he wondered when the fighting would begin.
Miri spoke as the silence surrounded them, mocking him as if he was nothing more then another one of their siblings. The small male looked to her with the same annoyance that he felt when her efforts were directed toward him. Inhaling sharply Heath felt his stature rise, eyes watching him with ferocious intensity. Waiting for the moment he broke his stance, waiting for the moment when he made his first mistake. Bringing his voice into the game Heath spoke. Its tragic when a father doesn’t recognize his own spawn. A snarl filled each pause, and Heath took a threatening step forward. The ridge of hair along his back stood on end, showing that he was not scared, but ready.
table by erin [/html] - Jefferson Soul - 05-18-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The eyes he was met with contained sparks like no other, as if his presence had set off some sort of fuse. It was strange, how the three glares were somehow reminiscent of a something he could not fully perceive; something within their eyes was familiar, and that eerie presence put the scarred cyclops on edge. Jefferson could see now that they were the siblings that Miriette had originally spoken of, as the three seemed to bear a few similarities, but for the most part the Patriarch was hesitant on how to approach them... that is, until the newly-accepted Loas girl spoke up. His single eye widened at the use of his former name, that which had been given him at birth so long ago and had since fallen out of use. Few knew of that name: Haku was one, but his younger step-brother didn't dawdle in the Patriarch's business. The others, Iskata and Laruku, were long dead.
- Gaël morte dre Soul - 05-18-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ltable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> His siblings reacted as he might have expected them to, wasting no time to getting to the point. Gaël found it hardly tragic that their father no longer remembered them, let alone knew of their existence: he'd raped their mother and run off immediately, thus he would never have heard of her pregnancy or their birth. Gaël wasn't sure why he had returned that day when they were just a few months old, but the boy did know that their mother had feared the situation to repeat and attacked off reflex. Perhaps he'd known she would attack, perhaps not; Gaël didn't know how cunning this man could be or if he had simply lived off coincidences. Either way, he'd still killed their mother, and her dead, mangled body suddenly flashed before the boy's furious turquoise eyes.
- Miriette morte dre Soul - 05-22-2009 She couldn't help but laugh as Heath cast in his own taunting words to the male as the three of them stood facing off to the scarred up beast before them. The silence of their other brother should have struck as a warning but they were so obsessed with this thing that was finally presented right before them, finally they could destroy his world like he'd done to theirs. Miriette's ears pinned back as a dangerous smile flashed across her maw. She liked the expression she saw wash across his face as she used his birth given name outloud. Her smile played once more as she asked. "What? Maluki.. it's the name you screamed to our mother as your raped her.." She narrowed her eyes as she bared her deadly fangs to the male. "It's the only thing she passed on to us, the only thing you allowed her." A growl played in the back of her throat as the words seemed to echo all around them. It was the truth they'd grown up knowing, it was what had made them who they were today and what would possibly shape them further down the line as well. She took a step forward, her eyes flashing as she asked. "Why did you change your name then.." her eyes studying the male as she threw out suggestion. "To forget your dirty deeds? The blood on your hands? To hide from your past and everything in it?" She grinned as she laid the laws down right before his eyes. "You can't deny the truth Maluki, the product of your sins, reborn by the blood you spilled.." Perhaps they could have stayed simple, innocent in some ways had he not murdered their mother but once the deed was committed they'd been reborn, washed in the darkness by the twisted fate of their father who lived as though he was pure and holy now. A leader none the less. - Heath morte dre Soul - 05-23-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... athban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Denial, it made him grin. Shaking his tawny furred head, his cynical smile not leaving his face. Miri’s words mocked the male, but Heath was beyond words. Speaking of the past made it even more real, reminding the crowd of what the monster before them had done. Heath pictured his mother, and as her saw her beautiful blood spattered face a low growl emitted from the depths of his throat. Bright white teeth shown as he felt his lips quiver. Heath even tried to calm himself, compose his features as he stood among his kin, but there would be nothing that could stop the anger from showing.
He was a caged beast between his siblings. He was not the control that Gael emitted or the pure unrestrained bitch that his sister was. Heath wanted blood, pure and simple. The urge was almost overpowering. He wanted the male to scream, and beg for forgiveness that Heath would never allow. He wanted revenge. And he wanted to taste the sweet air of death as he stood over the body.
table by erin [/html] - Gaël morte dre Soul - 05-25-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ltable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Doo de doo, switching order with myself. Gaël peered on as he watched realization and horror slowly cross the face of his scarred and worthless father, wrought on only by his younger sister's cruel and merciless words. She had the tongue of a viper, hissing and snaking this way and that with her eyes always set on the prize and fangs bared and at always at the ready. But she continued on, and on; the eldest brother hesitated to stop her, to tell her that she'd made her statement and that the poor man needed to think, but something held him back. Maluki wasn't a "poor man", he was a monster that killed the triplets' mother! He was scarred and useless, remember? Stop trying to give him excuses, Gaël, the growls inside commanded. He ruined your life. Miriette went on, digging herself deeper and deeper with every caustic word that dripped from her lips. His bright, turquoise eyes shifted away from their father to glance at her almost quizzically, an authoritative but questioning look on his face: What are you trying to prove? Words meant nothing. Gaël himself hadn't said a thing. Telling their father what he'd done wouldn't be enough; he'd simply continue denying it until he ran them off the lands. And that was exactly what he did: he denied it once more.
- Jefferson Soul - 05-25-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Yes, I'm god moding myself. You want to fight about it? :I What left the dark-hued femme's tongue next shocked the one-eyed man beyond words. He, Maluki, had committed such an atrocity that the beast could hardly find thoughts to try and clarify; the girl staring back at him had the most gruesome of smiles, but one that Jefferson knew he recognized as his own. Their eyes, the color that burnt within, was the same rage and fury that lit like a fuse and burnt continually within himself, from the day he'd woken up clueless and scarred to the moment he stood in time then. He knew that anger to be true: their fury was his, they'd inherited it from him. The girl and her cruel, crooked smile, the boy with the ashened arm that reminded him of his own useless one, and the last boy with the eyes of tainted ice, whose silence suddenly chilled the brute to the bone. They all burnt the coldest of fires as one, and it was directed to the perpetrator, the criminal, the rapist.
- Miriette morte dre Soul - 06-01-2009 Miriette just laughed at the male that had no claim as their father yet had been the one who made them. Her cold silver orbs glared at him as he tried to deny it all. Her voice like ice as she stated simply. "You can't deny the truth.." Not when the truth was looking you in the face atleast. She straightened her shoulders as the male seemed to suddenly begin to break down. The male she'd thought was so strong and lead the pack like a leader should was soon bringing her to believe that perhaps her beliefs of the male were all wrong and he was just a fake all along. She shook her head and had been about to turn to Heath to throw a disgusting remark about their father when out of the corner of her eye she saw Gael's form lunge at their mother's rapist. "Gael!" she shrieked as she realized just what was going on. She pulled herself back as she watched the two struggling, finally her brother was dumped into the dirt as she let a snarl erupt from her throat at his words. "We won't or we can't?" she growled as she sized up the bastard. "You don't deserve te live.." She glanced towards Heath, not knowing if she actually wanted to attack the male or not. He was their father, but he was also their mother's rapist. - Heath morte dre Soul - 06-02-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... athban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
It all so very convenient for him, to have lost all memory of the devilish deeds that had had committed. Heath knew it was a lie, knew that everything that they had witnessed was within that males mind, if he wanted to acknowledge it or not was another story. There was nothing about the male that Heath could, or would trust. He was monstrous, his one eye a token given by the deceased father figure the three held, a prize that Thomas had left for him and something that Heath wanted to rip from his face. It enraged him further, as if his anger had no limits. It wasn’t until he saw the actions of his brother that Heath prepared for his own. In a moment’s time, what seemed like less then a second Gael was on the ground again. The beast looked to the rest of them, and Heath almost saw it as a challenge, his words and the unspoken ones that were written on his body. Heath postured himself, his tail and ears high. Moving in front of his snarling sister, Heath did not prove to protect her. He only wanted to show that he was ready. The scars he bore were ones that he had collected for him, just for his father. He wanted only a bite, a taste to know the power that his older brother hadn’t even seem to touch. You deserve no mercy either. You took her dignity and then her life, both without mercy. Maybe they should rape him first, a cruel smile teased his lips at the thought. Who would scream then? His jaws snapped at the male threateningly. Jaws he had inherited from his father, along with the killer instincts. His sense came from his mother, and pushed him passed the hate and anger but only briefly as he saw Gael on the ground. It was obvious who would win this fight. But there was something else that he wanted to give him, something that he could injure no mater what form they were in or how strong he might be.
Hope this new conscious will let you sleep at night, knowing your pups remember the moment you killed their mother. he spoke with as must rage and control he fought with. As easily as he rose to anger Heath fell from it, or at least enough so that he was able to turn his back on the male. He didn’t care what became of him, or at least for this day. He would live, and Heath could not control the guilt that may or may not touch his soul, if it existed. Lets get the fuck out of here. He spoke to Gael, slightly disappointed in his brother.
table by erin [/html] - Jefferson Soul - 06-14-2009 [html] http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... ntable.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> In the end, he somehow believed.
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