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- Halo Lykoi - 01-04-2010 [html]<style type="text/css">#ásmundrdec29 b {color:#4b525d; font-weight:bold;} #ásmundrdec29 {margin:auto; width:455px; padding:10px; padding-bottom:150px; border:1px solid #fff; background:url(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... enshot.png) bottom no-repeat #8d9297; font:12px georgia; color:#bec0c3; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;}</style> Private, SSWM 453
The gun was thrown in under her bed. There was no remorse in the young woman’s heart. For the first time since she had been stolen away from her mother’s loving embrace she had met someone connected to her by blood. Halo had met her older half-sister. Mew had an ivory fur with hints of gray just like Colibri Soul. Although her unstable mentality had slowly started to let go of the unreasonable rage that could flare up for no reason at all, she was still not in mental balance. Chaos had been introduced to her a few months back and more had come rambling into the door to join in. Within Halo’s mind ruled turmoil. It was amazing how tranquil her outer features were though. There was no blood on her hands. Her large ruby orbs glittered with false innocence in a face that could not be called anything less than beautiful. She knew that her beauty was mostly skin deep, but she was improving. The world was not her to play with, she had realized this. She had been caught, chewed and spitted out and learned her lesson well. Instead of curling into a pathetic ball and lost her courage, Halo had acted. She had greater respect for the creatures that lived in her world, but her main quest was simply to make sure she would be more dangerous than her co-beings. It would take time and dedication, but she had already cut an adult wolf up good and she had shot a hole in Haku Soul’s sister’s head.
The girl was dancing down the stairs as she started to notice the new scent that she somehow had managed to avoid until now. Perhaps she had assumed it was Cotl’s, but this was definitely different and less burdened by Inferni’s smoke and salt. It was clear that it was a close family member. Just like Halo could sense her own blood in others she could sense the genes that tied other family members together. She was unarmed – had left both swords and guns in her room, for there was no reason for her to fear her fellow Inferni members unless it was Samael Lykoi. Thinking of her devilish uncle caused discomfort to touch her, but she handled the weight of his doings better than previously. Kaena was right. Time healed invisible wounds – she just needed to let time mend them. She lightly stepped along the hallway towards the room where Cotl lived; curious of whom this new scent belonged to. Despite her dark expectations she had found that she rather enjoyed Cotl’s presence, so hopefully he wouldn’t think she was too nosy. - Marik - 01-08-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 1232 words
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Marik knew his brother well. He knew that he would enjoy female company. Or well, that he only liked females. But Cotl was too much of a prude to do anything. To have the thoughts that constantly plagued Marik. But Cotl wasn’t around right now. It was only Marik there. Cotl had gone off to do whatever he was doing and Marik was being lazy and just laying around the room. He was looking over the drawing that his brother had been working on recently. He had no idea who it was of. Or well, his brother had told him a name but it didn’t explain much. He hadn’t met the female that this piece of work was centered around. He had to admit that his brother was good with detail. Had a fine eye for the female body. And what a fine female body it was. The sketching of the tattoo wasn’t bad either. Not something he would ever consider for himself but it wasn’t bad either. But then again he already knew his brother as a talented artist. After all Cotl had done all of the work on his body. Still this was an extensive piece. It would take some time. Perhaps multiple visits even. Just as the one covering his spine had done. But Marik had nowhere else to be and nothing else to do during that time. So he had just laid down and allowed for his brother to just draw on him. But then again he had always been Cotl’s canvas. He allowed his brother to experiment on him. Why else would he have so many tattoos and piercings? Because of the time they were fucked up and Marik would be the first to pass out which left Cotl bored and then the younger sibling waking up to find out that he had more work done. But then one along his spine he had consented to. He had actually happened to be awake throughout that one. Cotl had picked it out but Marik was pretty happy with it. But it made him wonder who had decided on this one. Did the female actually ask for this major piece or perhaps it was his brother’s influence yet again. Either way he wouldn’t mind seeing it when it was done. He was certain that Cotl would do it justice.
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Cotl was probably the first member her that she had decided to give the title ‘friend’ that was outside of her family, though he was perhaps the first friend overall. Halo had met several individuals that could eventually have gotten on her good side, but there was little loyalty in many of the young creatures she had interacted with. Zana had been the first and only girl of her own age that she had met, and this immediately after she had been accepted by a seemingly reluctant Aquila that told her that Vitium Lykoi, her father, was nothing more than a traitor and a liar. Zana had helped her start off with her rodent project and today she had four full cages of insane rodents in the cellar and two – these not even half as populated as the killer rodent cages – for the rodents she trained for own use. Zana had left Inferni behind not long after the first rodents had been captured by the pair, and had only been the first of many, and her two brothers had been the next to leave her behind. She had kept from interacting with the majority of the clan because of her heavily muddled blood, and this was perhaps why it seemed like she had started to care about her pet rodents much more than she had intended to. They were supposed to be a mere tool. She had trained up her low speech and discovered that some of them were in fact very smart. Most of them understood her when she spoke in their language and even the simplest of them were able to understand and follow simple commands and retrieve items or gather information – though the more intellectual rodents would have to be sent if it was anything of importance that had to be gathered. A scurrying sound was heard far left and she knew that if there was a new member that intended to make the mansion their his or her home then Halo would have to explain what kind of rodents they were. They were not all that easy to train and she did not like the thought of having them killed off because an Inferni member was not aware of her hobby.
The young hybrid woman was quite certain that Cotl was somehow involved in the disappearance of several rodents since he had arrived. It greatly annoyed her, but she had yet to pick up the topic when they were around each other, for she would hate her possible tattoo to suddenly turn out ugly just because of some rodents. The smartest of her pets avoided traps with ease anyway, so what happened was usually that the dimmest of the animals were removed and replaced with brighter models. She had yet to see the flowers with their petals dipped in blood and was eager to check how far the male had gotten now when she was on her way to investigate who the newcomer was anyway. The young woman stopped outside of Cotl’s room and stood there hesitant for several moments. If the man had company of the wrong kind then she wouldn’t want to disturb. Rather, the fact was that she did not want to know about it in that case. It would crush her current opinion of him because of what had been done to her in the past. A grimace entered her face as she realized how nutty her thoughts were. It was amazing how far she could get with her bullshit before she realized it. Live and get over it; this she would as soon as Samael’s body no longer held life. She had her plan ready, and made an effort into not wondering what Kaena and Gabriel would think of her if they were to discover that it was her deed if she ever managed to fulfil her goal and take her crimson eyed uncle’s life. Things could definitely be solved differently had she only found the strength to tell her family what had been done to her, but the sad fact was that the girl was certain that they would have called her a liar and taken Samael’s side in the issue. Then what would have happened? She still feared that the Lykoi man would come to the mansion in the middle of the night and take her life.
A hard accented voice broke through the door and her hackles rose for the moment when she was caught by surprise. So they had heard her silent approach? She hesitated for another long moment before she slowly reached out of the door handle. Before she had managed to reach it, the door cringed away and was opened from the inside of the room. Crimson eyes rose to take in the form that should have been Cotl, but was not. There was less coyote in this male and the unexpected sight made her lips want to shy away from her fangs. She quickly grasped who he was though by both scent and accent and so managed to stay clear from displaying hostility. She had not been aware of strong dog blood in Cotl’s family, but apparently there was quite some. Inferni held more hybrids than pure blood anyway and she wondered why her first reaction had been to bare her teeth at the guy. Her surprised face quickly smoothed out into that lovely smile and peaceful expression again and she hoped her eyes had not revealed the fire that had wanted to flare up before she had recognized him for what he was. Ears perked curiously as the man already had started to speak and even seemed to recognize her as ‘Cotl’s muse’. She was unsure of how she felt well knowing that other people knew about her short modelling for the other German member and she felt a light blush gently pinch her cheeks as his compliment sounded, but her copper tones were too deep to display the touch of embarrassment. She who had always wanted others to adore her body seemed unable to settle with such a thought now. On the other hand though, did this mean that the tattoo sketch was done? Eyes lightened up at that thought and she discovered that Cotl’s brother had the same unique eyes where each eye bore not one, but two colours in two rings around the pupil.
He gesticulated over towards the bed and she immediately discovered the piece of paper resting there. Was it her finished tattoo? She did not linger by the paper though, and her orbs had just started to wander in search for Cotl when the small luperci revealed that he was out right now. She shrugged and let her gaze return to the male’s face. Both of the males seemed to share the love for body art, though she could not understand what was so marvellous about body piercings. All she could think of when she watched them was how it would be to have someone grab hold of them and rip them off. An invisible shudder ran through her and she decided that the male should know that she had a voice too. ”I’m here because I was curious who was staying with Cotl,” she started off, thinking it would be just as good to just announce the original reason why she was where so that she could fish for some additional information about this newcomer without having to be too obvious and nosy about it. She took a light breath and stepped into the room since he had so generously invited her to come in and wait. Her ruby eyes were drawn towards the piece of paper once again now. ”I did not know the tattoo sketch was finished yet,” she commented and turned to face the canine by the door. ”Mind if I take a look?” of course she could take a look, it was her body on the paper, but she had no idea if Cotl had intended to show it to her himself or not. Probably not if he let it lie around like that. The girl kept back a snort and turned to gaze down at her slender back and a field of blood soaked flowers. She did not recognize the flower’s name, but she found that she actually liked it.
Again she turned back to the man and she placed her hands behind her back like a shy schoolgirl on her first day. ”I see we’ve sort of met already then. I’m Halo Lykoi.” She had fully intended to learn how to socialize with the clan and since Cotl had been her first ‘friend’ then perhaps his brother wouldn’t turn out so bad either. Compared to his brother it seemed that whoever this guy was he had no speech problems that caused profanities to echo through the room. While it was just a matter of practise to filter the words out as Cotl spoke, she found that she sometimes was left with a headache. It was not his fault though for she knew that he could not do anything about the second shouting voice that always interrupted him. She thought of her other words though had decided not to answer them directly. They were sort of answered already when she had said that she had not known about the finished drawing. She looked over to it again and carefully picked it up. She thought it was attractive, but the size of it was intimidating. It surely looked better than she had expected it to though. The same scurrying sound suddenly returned from when she had been standing outside the male’s door and she turned to see number thirteen leap into the room and set course for her. - Marik - 01-23-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 1588 words; sorry for the wait, had things going on lately.
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Marik’s friends remained in Germany. He hadn’t really made any here in Canada. At least not the type that he was used to. But then again his focus had been on other things. Like getting reacquainted with Cotl. Especially since they had been arguing off and on since Marik had gotten here. He had been working on a project to make up for some of the harsher words said and the musings to return to Germany. He had finished up the little doll earlier but had yet to find the right time to give it to his brother. It was nothing too impressive. At least not to Marik whom had some perfectionist issues on the things that he crafted. He found that it looked similar to himself but he couldn’t get it to look like an exact replica. That bothered him. And was a reason why he hadn’t shown it off yet. He was tempted to just throw it out and start over again. But then that would have been a week of wasted work. And he doubted that he would ever find a pelt that contained the exact color combination that he needed. That meant that the gray and white abomination would just have to work whenever he decided to finally bring it out of hiding. Perhaps their next fight would bring it out. He could use it as an apology gift. If Cotl would even accept it. Actually he didn’t know if his brother would even like such a silly little thing. But there was only one way to find that out and he was reluctant to do so. Especially since Cotl didn’t know he had it in him to create such things. It was impractical and so their father wouldn’t allow for it to be practiced. But the things their dad wanted him training in Marik had no interest to do so. He didn’t want to know how to fight because he didn’t want his father to end up pitting him against his brother as he feared would happen.
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She nodded and thought it only to be natural that the brothers were to live together for a bit. If this male had just arrived it would only make sense to start out at his brother’s. She did not understand why it was necessary to live in the same room though, as the mansion was large and still stunningly empty if one took into consideration how many people it could fit. Halo liked her peace and quiet though. It had been sort of hard for her to accept Cotl before they had gotten to know each other better because the girl had been so used to living all alone with her rodents. She would have to show more caution with them now, for she could understand if the rest of the clan members did not share her excitement for the rodents. The man’s words of her supposed beauty brought her fleeting mind back to the present and she could feel the blush spread rapidly. Knowing well that she would be unable to hold her gaze at his face, she did not even attempt to look up at him now. Lips curled slightly upwards in mild embarrassment and again she found herself wondering why this was. She knew very well how she looked. A light sigh passed through her slightly parted lips and she pushed his flattening words aside as she mumbled a low ”Thank you.”
Whether or not she would be able to pull it off with such a large decoration would remain a mystery for now. She shrugged lightly as the male spoke and introduced yet another problem that would rise if she went through with the tattoo. Cleaning it. It had not been particularly hard to care for her blistering red Chaos star, but this would prove much more difficult as it would cover a large part of her back where it would be hard for her to reach. She liked the tattoo that was pointed out that was located on the shorter male’s throat. She was unfamiliar with those associations a human likely would have, and therefore she could freely appreciate its simplicity and design. ”Hmm, what an interesting offer,” the girl said and flashed a light grin at the other. If she was to go through with it though it was more than likely that she would ask him to do her that favor. If she found the courage, that was. Although she did not shy away from every touch, she had quickly realized after the rape that she had difficulties with males that had not been present before. Whether or not she would handle this male’s hands rubbing away on her was hard to say. She felt so horrible for feeling that way, but the fear had been forced on her. Maybe just jumping into it would be a way to cope with what had happened.
Now was the time for him to present himself and she nodded lightly and kept her light hearted smile glued on her delicate face. ”You two have the same strange eyes,” she commented, putting light pressure on the word strange in an attempt to make it sound positive, as the word could be taken both ways. She quite adored their unique shades of red and blue. She had never seen anything similar before, that was for certain. ”Yeah, I imagine getting the whole thing would take quite some time. My chaos star took an hour or two if I’m not mistaken.” She let the hand rise to the tattoo that had truly made her a Lykoi and stroke it lovingly. She had no idea how long the tattoo had actually taken, for the seconds had passed slowly as the sharp needle had injected dye into what had felt as her flesh.
Her eyes grew cautious when the rodent was inside the room, for she knew that for some it would make most sense to try to stomp on it or kill it in some way. She squatted down and produced a light whistle that sped up the well fed rat. Number thirteen obediently settled in her offered palms and she rose again and gently patted the well behaved animal. Ears swiveled back towards her skull and she let her gaze dance over to the doggish male. Her eyes were apologetic and she shrugged her shoulders a second time. ”He doesn’t, this one belongs to me, I’m afraid. One of my hobbies is training rats and some of the well trained ones I usually let run free as they please.” The woman frowned lightly, but she would not go as far to feel ashamed for her love for the rodents she held. They were useful and not at all as horrible and dirty as everyone thought them to be. ”I loved alone her in the mansion for quite some time, so I’ve developed some bad habits, I guess,” she added, sort of apologizing for letting rats run around. Obviously Marik had yet to take a peek into the basement where the cages of her killer rodents were kept. ”This is Thirteen,” she sang out now, introducing the rat and its number; holding it out somewhat if he ever felt the need to take a closer look. - Marik - 02-03-2010 [html] OOC: table code, image, and Filler © Jacoby; 1003 words
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Cotl wouldn’t let him leave the room. At least not yet. His brother would complain about it being too cold to be alone during the winter. So he wasn’t allowed to live alone until the cold slacked up. But he didn’t particularly mind. It was a little known fact that Cotl actually liked to cuddle at night so Marik got the touch that calmed him. So it actually worked for them to live together. It was just another aspect of their strange relationship that others wouldn’t understand. Besides, Marik wouldn’t feel right leaving his brother alone. Not after the male had been forced to be alone for so long. So others might question the relationship but it worked out for the brothers. Besides, it wasn’t like everyone had to know about their sleeping arrangements anyways. It wasn’t the whole clan’s business if they snuggled at night or not. It was their own private business. It didn’t affect anyone else in the clan.
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Her sweet smile hovered again when the man insisted that his offer was sincere. She did not doubt it and was quite satisfied knowing that her tattoo would be in good hands. Both of the brothers seemed to possess knowledge about body art. She knew very little. She had been terrified when she had received her crimson star. First she had feared that Kaena’s hand failed, and then when the perfect star had shone for a moment on her chest, she was afraid to ruin it as it healed. As her skin had swelled up and turned red she had feared for the design to suffer, but it had turned out beautifully. A larger design covering the majority of her back would not be that simple though, and she would probably have worried herself sick if Marik had not offered his assistance.
”I’ll remember that, then.” her light voice stated with appreciation. He drifted over to respond to her comment about the similarity between the brothers. With such stunning eyes there really could be no doubt despite Marik’s strong hint of dog in his features. Again a compliment rose and she felt her face redden slightly again. Intelligent? The girl had obtained a certain amount of self insight as she had grown from an arrogant snot into a damaged woman, but had never thought herself to be particularly intelligent. The eyes too were commonly seen in Inferni, though she did agree with the beauty of the deep scarlet colour. It bothered her that her face turned hot again – she never would have felt this shyness in the past. Was she anything like her old self anymore?
Ruby orbs widened in surprise, then flashed with fear as the man suddenly reached out to touch the star branded beneath her collarbone. Her mind reminded her who had last let his hand run down her body and she could not keep the shiver from shaking her body gently. Her hand rose swiftly to partially cover the tattoo, clearly unwilling to let him touch her. Disappointment was sour in her mouth at herself. Marik was not dangerous. Samael had always possessed the aura of danger, but this man was kind to her and only showed interest in the art displayed on her chest. Her hand sunk again and she grimaced slightly, though reluctant to share with him the reason why she was so jumpy and unwilling of such a simple thing. She too adored letting her fingers run over scars and brands, so she fully understood him despite the reaction her body had forced on her.
Her soft gaze was apologetic, but instead of stammering an excuse, she jumped on to answer his question. ”It is the chaos star, the mark of the Lykois.” She was so fucking proud of her star, one of the things that truly had allowed her to settle in and feel like a member of the family. She had been conceived through rape and half raised by her ivory wolf mother, half raised by her lying bastard father – she had never known the feeling of belonging before the first time Kaena Lykoi embraced her. Her smile was back again, though not as secure and sincere as it had been before she had made a fool out of herself.
Now, with the rat, she was relieved that he did not award her with a frown. Her ear twitched gently when Cotl’s traps were mentioned though – strangely the other male had failed to mention such a fact despite knowing that the woman let some of her better behaved rodents run free. Some of her rodents less gifted with brains than others had disappeared and she had guessed why, but it saddened her that Cotl had kept from mentioning his own hobby. ”First I trained rats to kill off wolves,” she sincerely confessed, wondering how he would take that as she seemed anything but bloodthirsty at her current state. She had her moments still, though.
“But I realized that they are intelligent creatures, not filthy and as primal as everyone seem to think.” they were extremely useful creatures and they had also kept her company when the large house had been hers alone. Her smile brightened when the doggish male reached out for the rodent and spoke directly to it. His acceptance and reaction to the rodent was unlike any other reaction she had seen. Irritation came over her at once though – she was not the rodent’s mommy. The intention of the rodent training was to use them, not love them. She would not openly admit it, at least not yet, but she actually did feel for and appreciated her rodents. ”They are very useful.” she finished and let a finger gently stroke the rodent’s surprisingly soft fur. |