resuscitation, in sedation.

Hybrid Holocaust · 08-18-2010, 09:19 PM

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Set in Hades Beach, at Amblelick Penninsula. (307 words)

The charred remains comforted him. It was somehow comforting to Hybrid to know that Inferni was in no ways invincible. Although it might have seemed that way and they strove to project that image, it was a relief to know it was only a projection. It was a relief to know he was still needed here and that without his services – whatever they may have been – things could have been much worse. Hybrid frowned at the strange feeling bubbling up in his chest, unfamiliar with it. It wasn’t happiness or anger, and it was not annoyance. It had to be pride: pride that Inferni could be broken.

And pride that Inferni, like Pilot, his wolf prisoner from many years ago, could develop Stockholm syndrome just the same. He wondered if the lands had come to love their torturers: did the grass breathe a sigh of relief every time a coyote trampled them and every time a wolf shed blood? Or, perhaps, the grass preferred its abuse at the hands of a wolf; Hybrid could never know. You could not ask the grass, after all.

He stared across the sandy beach and then let his gaze sweep across the water as he continued to travel back to land and the rivers that surrounded him. He was encased by water in a land that had been burned by fire. He smirked at the thought – that was coincidental humour; he recognized that.

He stretched his limbs out as he pushed himself to his feet. As always, he was in his Secui form: his awkward almost-there-but-not-quite form that gave him just enough height and mass to have the edge on a wolf in their lupus form. Hybrid was small, yes, but not where it counted. And it was a good thing, too – he knew many encounters would have gone differently otherwise.

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Spyridon Russo · 08-28-2010, 01:31 PM

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Sorry this is crap

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It was bitterly cold by the ocean. The man spent little time by the sea during his travels. Still, he wore no clothes in his optime form though the winter-like wind ripped across his bare shoulders. Gaze tearing across the horizon, the male’s amethyst eyes finally rested on the ashes. There were piles of black mounds dotting the pale sand along the shore. The thought made Spyridon shiver and he crouched inward, shifting to lupus. The wind buffeted his red hued fur as he continued on his search. He felt in his own travels again, wandering through Inferni territory like a pup.

Picking his way through the ashes, Spyridon caught a glint in the faint sun light. He trotted up to the source and searched the rubble. At first his brown paws were lost in the mass of black flakes but as his claws found the sand again he bumped into something cold. Puzzled, the man continued to dig until a small, rusted dagger became visible; sticking into a plastic flask. The container reeked of gasoline, strong and thick. Spyridon looked up for anyone that the items may have belonged too.

Hybrid Holocaust · 08-31-2010, 04:28 PM

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Hybrid is a huge misanthropist, so he will just sit and glare. :|

Hybrid watched as an unknown coyote-hybrid picked its way across Hades Beach. Hybrid squinted as he looked directly in to the sun, which was slowly declining. The setting sun! Had Hybrid an ounce of appreciation for the finer things in life, he might have commented on the beauty of the scene before him. The sun was casting long, soft rays of light across the beach so everything was illuminated. The fire-torn trees swayed gently in the distance; they still stood despite the damage from the last Dahlian war.

Again, Hybrid’s gaze returned to the unfamiliar coyote. He said nothing, waiting for the other canine to either speak or wander off. If nothing happened, Hybrid would begin a border patrol. Although he was more likely to find a wayward coyote in need of a home, he still preferred to examine the state of the territory first hand.

Hybrid took a few steps closer to the other creature. While he knew he should care about the other members of Inferni, socializing had never been too high of a priority unless the clan member was a warrior. Hybrid tended to have rather rotten luck with the other members of Inferni -- they were either too uppity or too stupid.

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Spyridon Russo · 09-04-2010, 01:53 PM

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He sounds fun xD

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It was odd. The stare wasn’t angry, but rather skeptical. A wolf still stood rather far away, but his travels had trained Spyridon to be aware of everything. While the crashing of the waves on the shore drowned out a large portion of his senses, the sable man found it easy to notice the other wolf. What he should do, the male didn’t know. Should he continue, walk away, or approach the prominent stranger?

Head still remaining near the accumulation, he decided to ignore the other male until he got near. It was gullible to think the peculiar wolf had not seen him, for he settled his icy gaze directly in the Russian’s direction. Spyridon wandered closer to the water though his fur bristled with the air he found distasteful. He had also noticed something else. The piles of ash weren’t just imitating along the shore, the scene of destruction was everywhere along the territory. Although months of rain had washed away the scent of fire, Spyridon could almost taste the distinct smoke of burning drift wood.

Burrowing his paws in the soggy sand recapitulated by the waves, he could see sharp rocks sticking out of the water a little ways off shore. Already his legs were dull and dank from the salty ocean water, so swimming was not an option. Out of the corner of his eye, the large Russian could sense the male was still there.

Hybrid Holocaust · 09-04-2010, 03:33 PM

I know right! 8< Also, just so you know, Hybrid's a coyote (mostly) and since the forest burned down in March, there wouldn't be any piles of ashes. :O A burnt forest looks more like this or this! :3 Also, since Spyridon isn't engaging Hybrid (and Hybrid's being an anti-social party pooper!), he's just going try to wander off. We can end the thread or continue it if you want! I left it open in case you want Spyr to do somethin'. :O

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The wolfish canine continued to gawk at him, but said nothing. Hybrid frowned as the familiar feeling of annoyance crept up on him again. Since the creature said nothing to him, Hybrid had assumed it was just another wayward Inferni member wandering by the beach. No matter; Hybrid wasn’t in the mood to entertain the newcomers so it was probably best the other canine said nothing. However, when the male looked at Hybrid and began to walk away, Hybrid found himself growling in agitation. He looked right at him! And then promptly walked away to stick his damn feet in the sand!

Hybrid shook his head, letting his low growl grow. With the wind, he doubted the other canine would be able to hear him, no matter who he was or what his intentions were. Whatever the reason, Hybrid was not impressed. He began to stalk away, more annoyed at the lack of attention than he would have expected. He supposed that he had anticipated some sort of acknowledgement, and when he failed to receive it, he felt snubbed. Well, it didn’t matter anyways – he hadn’t wanted to meet anyone or converse with them. This just gave him the opportunity to leave without a hassle, even if he still felt a little hurt.

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