if you knew him then

Jefferson Soul · 03-17-2010, 11:18 AM

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BABY BRUDDER HAKU.

He'd taken too long to make a visit to Dahlia de Mai. With the war raging outside his packlands, Jefferson had been hesitant to leave Phoenix Valley at all, fearing he'd return to ashes and ruins. Inferni was unpredictable, and although they were clearly distracted by the war and putting all focus into it, the cyclops couldn't help but worry that his home would somehow end up involved or thrown into the mix by a stray coyote looking for a fight. Jefferson had been lucky to free Addison from Halo way back when, but now that his daughter had up and moved to Dahlia, the cyclops could only worry he wouldn't be able to the next time it happened.

Geneva had assured him that the pack would be fine, and ultimately he had to trust her. There was no point endangering her or his fellow members by dragging them along. Besides, the cyclops was a decent enough fighter -- he'd taken Gabriel head-on and managed to win despite his handicaps and whatnot. It was well and good the cyclops was left alone most of the time, as fighting took a lot out of him though when he was given the opportunity, the brute was deceptively good. He wasn't expecting a fight when he arrived at the Dahlian borders, but with the tenseness of the war, Jefferson was expecting a tense scout or two ready to question him.

He was prepared for their pressure. After all, he led Phoenix Valley with all the confidence he had -- and the cyclops had an obligation to ensure the welfare of his daughter. No, he couldn't drag Addison back home, but he could find out what she knew. Rolling his shoulders, the brute briefly pulled at the sling over his shoulder to make it more comfortable before lifting his head and sending a calm, non-intimidating howl to the wind. It was warm, sunny. He posed no danger being here.

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Haku Soul · 03-26-2010, 04:24 PM

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Oh, hello, this be odd post!

Oh, well hello, who could this be? The twisted man turned his twisted frame and wandered through light vegetation in the direction of what he supposed still could be considered his half sibling of sorts. Perhaps his big brother wondered about Mew Sadira’s whereabouts. The Dahlian king was certain that the green eyed woman was dead, and he loathed the fact that her children still lived and burdened members that were better off out there battling and wasting their lives in the service of their king. Today Haku’s frame held one more hue than it usually did: Blood; his own, Gabriel’s and a loner’s still clung to his fur, staining muzzle, chest, paws and back. He looked much like a madman as he approached the Phoenix Valley wolf, but that was pretty much the truth anyway. He could not hide behind the mask forever.

The large secui paused on a comfortable distance from the other, bared his teeth lazily at the Cyclops, not at all intent on granting the optime special benefits for being kin. Maluki was a fool for coming here. Every living being was, yet the chocolate, cream and crimson male quite enjoyed having visitors for dinner. A few worthless lives had already been taken by the Dahlian King, and he had feasted eagerly on their flesh until there were mere bones left. Cannibalism had turned out to be a wonderful way of gaining even more power, and the madman truly believed that by devouring their flesh he also devoured their souls. ”What do you want, Maluki?” the hoarse voice of the demon commanded.

Jefferson Soul · 03-26-2010, 07:38 PM

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Crap post is crap. D:/

How much had he been expecting what he saw? What Jefferson had predicted was a disgruntled, bad-tempered half-brother with little patience to see him, and to some extent the cyclops was right. The Valley leader took a hesitant step back at what he was met with: He had known Haku to be unpredictable especially as of late, and had been told more than once that the war raged due to his half-brother's madness. At first, Jefferson had been willing to argue, having been led to believe that no good came of Inferni. But as the stench of blood filtered through his nostrils and even his scarred, colorless eye opened slightly in sheer alarm at the sight of his unabashedly dripping, malevolent brother.

His tattered ears twitched, but they did not flatten in submission. Rosea or not, Haku held no control over him, and the cyclops established himself by standing tall and undaunted. "You've been busy," the brute observed, eye thinning in suspicion. What had he just walked into? Whose blood was that? Was Addison safe? Mew? And why would either of them submit to such a leader? "Haku, this needs to stop," the cyclops growled. "This war is good for no one."

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Haku Soul · 03-27-2010, 03:32 PM

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<3

A low rumble was present in the man’s throat as his vessel’s half sibling judged him with narrowed eyes and pointed words. ”Busy, busy, busy little bee.” Haku’s lips twisted and he barely kept that maddening chuckle at bay as he looked at Maluki’s lonely eye and wondered about the colours the two legged beast saw. Oh, there was blood everywhere these days; surely his brother could not have missed out on all the fun that had gone on here lately. The Dahlian secui tilted his head curiously and flashed those decaying teeth in a supposedly friendly manner, though as usual it came off as a terrible grimace rather than a smile. Something had happened, and the masculine beauty the Soul man once had been partly known for was falling off and getting replaced by knotted scar tissue and failing hygiene.

Perhaps the monster simply could not be bothered anymore. Ears flickered with curiosity at the growling voice of his hybrid half brother sounded. ”Not entirely true, that.” the man chuckled darkly at those words. It was good for the building madness to see his creation pulse and live and take life. Yes, it was magnificent and it would only increase and drag more and more souls along with it until the world turned quiet and died. The Rosen’s path held fire, blood and death. "They took my tail, you know. I was just a child and the coyote ripped off my tail and beat my mother's memory out of her." His half excuse of a tail waved gently as these words sounded. "Nasty vermin must be disposed of." Haku would dispose of them all. Ahaha, in the most horrible ways!

Jefferson Soul · 03-27-2010, 03:54 PM

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There was nothing but a frown at his brother's terrible excuse for a smile; Haku bared his fangs as trophies, and how many lives had they stolen away? How much flesh had been pierced, how many scars had he left? Jefferson could only picture bloodied, half-dead coyotes limping like he back to their sad excuse for a clan, scarred just as badly as the brute himself. He could see the mother bear before his eyes, tossing his limp body with effortless swipes. He felt the sting of her jaws against his breaking bone, and he felt the anguish and pain when she finally believed him to be dead and left. He remembered his last sight, one-eyed, of the bent and broken leg. It wasn't his. It couldn't have been his. Why had this happened? What had he ever done? He could barely hold his consciousness -- was he going to die? Where was he going to go?

Ears twitching, the cyclops bristled at the chill sliding down beneath the safety of the sling; his hand that hung so limply at his chest tingled and went numb. Had others seen what he had? More importantly, had Haku been their monster? Was he now the nightmares in their dreams, the pain in their aches, the shadows at every edge? Jefferson cringed at the thought. If he, partially numbed to such reoccurring horrors never spoken of, could still be affected by such nightmares, then surely others suffered more than he. Jefferson abhorred the thought. "You're no different than they," he accused, eye thinning. "You'll be the first to go if this doesn't end."

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Haku Soul · 04-02-2010, 09:36 AM

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The mortal seemed so content as he spoke, as if he was in a position to anticipate such a thing as the future. Oh, no, Haku had so many plans for these amusing creatures. ”I am something else,” the blood coated male claimed evenly, not about to let the one eyed lunatic’s opinions get in under the skin. It was of course given that they could not understand what he was doing here. He was the bringer of nightmares. The man’s short tail moved elegantly still behind the thickly furred beast, and he kept up that attempt on a pleasant smile altered by more than a touch of insanity. Maluki could sit there on his high horse forever if he pleased. In the meanwhile Haku would hunt down his members and feast on their flesh. He had done it before and he most certainly would do it again. ”Cross me and I will repeat the same procedure with Phoenix Valley when I’m done here.” the threat was as real as anything. ”I’ve already taken a liking to your flock. I remember a certain blue eyed female with brown fur and a foul mouth.” He had never seen her again. It was a shame, for he liked to harass his living victims regularly. ”She was delicious in many ways,” the man mused, as if to himself. She had been soaked with her own blood by the time he had taken her and had probably infected her with the luperci virus in the process. It had been a while ago, but he was certain the Valley had enough flesh that he could feast on.

Jefferson Soul · 04-04-2010, 10:39 PM

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What went on in that head of his? It was as if Haku was suddenly incapable of thought, of conscious decisions of a right mind. There had been a definite change in his character since they'd first met; he and Jefferson had been aware of their places as head of neighboring packs, but the two had never made any progress as half-brothers. The two had never bothered to learn about each other, and Jefferson hadn't known what slow decline his brother had fallen into since then. No, he wouldn't have been able to stop it, and he felt no need to. There was no regret, no guilt in feeling that he could have been the difference between sanity and madness for his brother had he tried -- there was no point in a guilty conscience worried for what could have been. It was too late now, and Haku was already long gone.

The Patriarch's tattered ears flipped back, his eye thinning. The brute would not accept threats, empty or otherwise, against what he so heavily guarded and protected. He bristled, a low growl erupting at the base of his throat. Jefferson searched quickly for a face that matched he description his brother recklessly gave. He'd known many brown wolves. Iskata, but it couldn't have been her. Faler? The blue-eyed wolfess had not spent long in Phoenix Valley, but the cyclops had been her rescuer off-territory when he found the poor girl collapsed and near death. The cyclops had never been told why, and the whole event had been carelessly thrown into further depths of his mind.

Nostrils flared. He had his answers. "This is between you and I," he hissed. "You fuck with my pack, you fuck with me -- and my fucking won't feel good. I won't hesitate to rip your pretty head from your shoulders, little brother." He hadn't come here to fight, but he hadn't come to Dahlia without knowing its plausibility.

Green eye glowed. "Finish it now, Haku."

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Haku Soul · 04-13-2010, 06:28 AM

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Unexpected twist, this :o

Only terrible things. There was nothing left except for death and decay. The man deserved death and worse, but instead he was the one taking lives. The world was cruel and unfair, and Haku was the mad dog that had managed to get out of the yard. A slimy grin was spread across his indelicate face when he saw recognition spread. Oh, the older male looked so angry. Fangs peered gleefully out beneath dark lips and he was amused when the Patriarch of Phoenix Valley decided to take it personally. Why the hell not? It mattered little all in all, didn’t it? Threats were delivered right back in his face, but his half-sibling used such ugly words as he boasted. Lips curled further and the chocolate brown man accepted the invitation he was given.

He glanced at the sling in the man’s hand, wondered if the optime wished to cheat. Most of them tried to cheat life and death, so why shouldn’t he? The invitation to finish the hybrid before him was so very appealing though. His large secui body suddenly twisted; shooting at the other with a speed that was not generally expected by such a robust form. Haku had embraced his secui stage. It was only a matter of time before optime too was an unreachable form to him. His wolf form had vanished the year before and soon his two legged life too would be at its eternal end. He intended to let his mask fall soon; wanted them to see the hellhound coming for them.

Jefferson Soul · 04-17-2010, 10:05 PM

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It had been that time, if any, that if Haku would attack. Jefferson had prepared himself for the possibility with his prior, finishing words; it seemed some thought occurred behind those baby blue eyes, some gears turned for a few precious seconds and then he lunged as if all thought had been abandoned altogether. The cyclops' green eye widened just briefly, alarm settling in time for the scarred beast to stagger back and out of his brother's dive. If it was a fight Haku was looking for -- and there was no doubt in Jefferson's mind -- then it was a fight he would get.

As he dived past, the cyclops ducked out of his way but, as immature as it may have seemed, left a foot in place. Moving too far would send Haku spiraling over it, and Jefferson would gain an advantage. For now, however, the green-eyed beast felt a snarl rise from the depths of his throat, his marled arm left its sling, and the knives of his good arm swung at whatever they could reach in his brother's brush past.

Haku Soul · 04-30-2010, 04:25 AM

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Jefferson’s movement was expected (they all did the same when his body rushed at them), and while the foot was not, Haku elegantly broke off in his run and danced a few feet to the side, snapping after the limb as he went past. Then the daylight was reflected in sharp metal and the hybrid’s snarl was picked up by sensitive ears. He slowed down and let some distance fall in between them before he fully turned again to glare at the arrogant man that thought he had rights on another man’s property. If Jefferson refused to play fair then Haku thought he could as well. He did not have time for this. He did not wish to deal with this one eyed gimp when there were larger monsters he needed to take down first. He had dealt with optimes wielding knives earlier and done so well, but it was a risk he thought was unwise to take when he needed strength to crush Gabriel’s skull. The large brute tossed his head up and let a call rise up to reveal to the rest of Dahlia that there was a threat by the borders. The alpha refused to be an easy target if the foolish half brother decided to practise his throwing skills, and started to move in an uneven half circle, watching Jefferson’s jugular with sincere desire.

Jefferson Soul · 05-03-2010, 09:42 PM

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I am really terrible at fighting threads. @_@ Perhaps we could close it soon, too.

Haku danced away and created distance between them--managing to nip the edge of his arm just lightly in doing so, drawing blood--and although Jefferson poised himself for another sudden attack, it did not come. Instead, his brother's blue eyes streaked in the air and he released some cracked, wicked sound into the sky: a false emergency, to summon his pack to back him up. A snarl rose from the base of the Patriarch's throat, eye wheeling with rage. "Can't fight me on your own, Haku?" Jefferson hissed, the talons of his teeth maliciously exposed. "That pack won't fight for you!"

He knew he could have been wrong. Jefferson knew that at any second he could have been jumped by countless Dahlian fools, those that had fallen to Haku's manipulating hand. His half-brother began to move again before Jefferson could act upon this, however, and the cyclops was busied with defending himself once more. He drew the knives of his fingers and growled once more, but as his brother neared the cyclops reared back, forcing a blunt, unrestrained kick directly towards the head.

Haku Soul · 05-05-2010, 08:58 AM

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Oh aha, i didn't read your ooc text before now! Sorry about that pm then XD

The cruel beast let it be with that, circling the intruder with the subtle taste of the first few drops of crimson staining his yellowing teeth slightly pink. A salmon tongue quickly darted out to take in the taste of his hybrid half-brother. It tasted of mortal vanity. The piercing words of the optime brushed against deaf ears. Haku was long dead and replaced by this twisted being that refused to follow such silly things like moral and honour. It was in the Dahlian beast’s best interest to have this nuisance disappear and he was certain it would. Phoenix Valley’s handicapped alpha could choose life or death, but death was coming closer with every passing moment.

Haku’s terrible blue gaze focused only on those knives. He would not bluntly charge again before backup was here. Perhaps he could force one of them to take the hits instead. Testing their loyalty could be fun. The Rosen was never afraid of wasting away lives – this was the reason why he was here, right? The secui instinctively reeled backwards when the man kicked after him a second time. He resisted the urge to shoot against the large optime form the moment the kick had reached as far as it could get, but he resisted it and continued to circle the male on safe distance and waiting for either a large mistake from his half-sibling or reinforcements. It would do good to have a few witnesses to see Phoenix Valley’s hostile leader. This pack was definitely the next one up on his list.

Jefferson Soul · 05-15-2010, 09:57 PM

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Aaaaand run awaaaay!

He knew the risks he was taking by staying. Jefferson was aware how wicked, twisted ruler Haku had become, but his place in Dahlia still stood strong—he would have been forcefully removed by now had his members found it appropriate, and yet he remained. The concept of reinforcements, though they would be terribly misguided, was not an impossibility. It was dangerous for him to be there, as seconds ticked on, and increasingly so as his brother circled him like a hungry vulture. It was a cowardly thing to do, to call on back up rather than fight alone. Jefferson scowled. Haku was nothing but a coward.

"This isn't over," the Patriarch hissed. Fighting now was useless; with the possibility of dozens more at his throat at any second, he couldn't risk it. Had he still been a loner, working on his own and killing to survive, then there would have been nothing to lose—but Phoenix Valley needed him now, and wouldn't survive without him. He still had things to live for, things to accomplish. He wouldn't give it all up this easily.

Green eye flashed, and with the utmost caution, he ducked out of the circle his brother walked and disappeared. He couldn't stay there any longer.

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