I've Been A Bad Boy

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-14-2011, 06:20 PM

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So he had learned from his aunt that he had family over this way. Not to mention there was also that dark goddess that was living here as well. If not for his pledge then he may have just moved over here as well. But he had given his loyalty to another and so he didn't give up on his loyalty. He didn't run from his responsibilities but upheld them. Since he had said he would help out another pack he would remain there until he was no longer allowed to be there. Though he greatly missed his family. That just meant that he would have to travel between packs time and again. Though it wasn't as if it seemed that any from the pack that he was in ever noticed when he came and went. They didn't seem to care if he was around or not. It just made him miss the cult even more. The close and tight knit structure that they had there.

Ouija explored the borders of Anathema since he had learned that family was here and that made him curious about the area that had been claimed. He had walked through the trees and followed the scent of the border on down to the coast. From just the one side that he had walked along the area seemed to be great in size. If he had to chance a guess he would say that it was larger than where he was living. Clearly his family was much better off than where he was living at. Not that he was jealous or anything. No, he was legitimately happy for them. He was simply glad that they were alive. Right now that was enough for him. He had spent months thinking that there was a possibility that they had died. Though it wasn't like he could go back since there was nothing to go back to.

Once he reached the shoreline he sat down to rest a bit. Though of course he wouldn't mind a bit of company and so had sent up a howl for any that might be in the area. From what he had heard the chances were that most likely it would be some sort of family that answered him. That was if any should choose to even answer. But of course he couldn't sit idly by, he never could stay still for too long if he had nothing to work on. Since he was at the coast he decided to fish just to have something to occupy himself with. Of course this had to be done the old way and entirely by had. It entailed wading out into the water and waiting for the fish to get close enough for him to reach out and grab to toss up onto the shore. Not that he was exactly doing so well it that. But that didn't quite matter to the male as long as he had something to do to bide his time with.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 01-25-2011, 11:11 AM

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While not entirely as aggressive as some of his compatriots, Larkspur knew well enough the duties that came with belonging to a pack. He pulled his weight without complaining, focusing instead on the more important task at hand. Eris and his children outranked all things now, for it was his children that he had been sent to raise, as prophesied, and these children who would make waves amongst the non-believers. Larkspur would ensure their education was one that would serve his purpose well.

An unfamiliar howl rang out towards the coastline. Larkspur turned his horse towards the sound and rode in that direction, moving at an easy loping trot. He found the strange looking man in the sea, knee-deep in the cold water. The black wolf dismounted with a grunt and pulled off his horse’s reigns. She would not stray far, but he did not think it wise to let her get tangled up. The leather and metal thing in his hand did not make much sound as he approached the waves, stopping before the water could reach his feet. “Hey!” He called out sharply.

Ouija D'Angelo · 02-10-2011, 07:22 PM

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He wasn't exactly catching anything but at least he had something to keep his hands and mind busy and amused. He had something to do to pass the time with at least. He had managed a couple of the slower swimming fish but that was about it. Clearly he wasn't any sort of fisherman. No, someone else had done that task within the cult. Still he didn't have anything else to work on at the moment so he allowed his time to be consumed by attempts at fishing.

After awhile his call was finally answered. He wasn't officially a part of this pack but he was an honorary member, so to speak. He had enough family here that he could come and go as he pleased. Of course he was considering getting the symbol of the pack placed on his body somewhere. Though he hadn't settled on the placement yet. Of course he already knew the design with all of the visiting of the family that he had been doing. He just had to figure out the best place to put it.

He glanced backwards at the call. Noticing the other make he gave a wave and came up out of the water. "Hey there." He returned the greeting as he walked over to the other. He picked up the fish that he had caught along the way and offered them over to the other. "Hungry?" He knew that it wasn't much but it was all that he had with him at the moment. And he was willing to give over both morsels should it be desired. He could always wait to eat later so it wasn't too big of a deal for him. Besides, what better way to start a conversation than with food? He certainly couldn't think of anything else.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-14-2011, 08:22 PM

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There was a multi-colored wolf in the water, a younger looking fellow with a facial build that reminded him of the majority of the D’Angelo clan within the pack. Larkspur had been finding that a large portion of his kin looked alike, either because of their white fur or the bone structure of their faces. They were leaner than the D’Angelo’s he recalled from the Khalif. Larkspur had taken after his large father, who stood even taller than his broad-shouldered son.

Orange eyes focused on the strange looking fellow, bright and piercing with their intensity. He did not need to fear the splotched wolf, who approached and offered the fish in hand. Shifting the bridle in his hand, the black and white male eyeballed the boy. “Sure,” he grunted. “Mind tellin’ me who y’are? Y’ain’t from Anathema.” That much he could tell by scent, though he was certain the man was kin.

Ouija D'Angelo · 02-16-2011, 12:41 AM

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Yes, most of the older D'Angelo's in this pack were from outside of Khalif. Actually they were related to an outsider that had infiltrated the family. And from those loins others had sprung up and brought with it yet another generation. So it was the genes of an outsider that showed itself within the numbers of D'Angelo's in this pack. Those that Larkspur refused relations to. The line being polluted with non-D'Angelo blood mixed in with D'Angelo blood. And from that union the D'Angelo's that were present in the pack were born. And then the next generation that was produced lacked D'Angelo blood being added back into the mix. So yes, the differences were easily notable.

He handed over the fish as the other agreed to taking them. He certainly didn't mind if the other was able to use them. If the other wanted them and intended on eating them. Just as long as the fish didn't go to waste was all that really mattered to him. He didn't like for anything to go to waste. He firmly believed that everything could be used in one way or another. That nothing should ever be thrown away. Or well, barely anything at least.

"Name's Ouija, and you?" He gave up his name easily when it was asked for. He didn't feel as if he had anything to hide. Why should he be ashamed? He didn't know who this other was or what prejudices that he might or might not have. "You're right, I'm not. I'm from Cercatori D'Arte but my family and the Goddess is here." Actually he had recently learned of his family being around and Eris having moved to Anathema from Inferni. So he had plenty to come visit and enough reason, at least in his opinion, to linger around even though he wasn't an official member.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-16-2011, 11:35 AM

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Much to his surprise, the man all but thrust the fish at him. Larkspur grunted at the movement, but declined to carry the slimy things—his other hand was still holding the bridle, and he did not want to be without one working hand in the event this stranger turned hostile. “Y’can carry ‘em,” he said, shifting his weight in the cold earth. He was much taller than the boy, but this was not a surprise. Larkspur was made after his father, and while he did not understand the difference between a gray wolf and an arctic wolf, he did know his bright father had been taller than anyone else in the Khalif.

Ouija. It sounded like a D’Angelo name. Especially given the odd names that this new branch of the family made. Larkspur’s odd eyes kept their gaze on the younger man, tracing the subtle shifts in his face. He was very perceptive when it came to expressions and body language, and saw a slight change in the way ‘Goddess’ was said. Clearly, whoever she was, this painted fellow adored her. Perhaps even was almost as devoted to her as Larkspur had been to Misery. Such commitments came at a price. “So what’re y’doin here? Visitin’?”

Ouija D'Angelo · 03-04-2011, 07:09 PM

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The other had said that he wanted them so Ouija was handing them over. And honestly he thought that the other was going to eat them right then and there. "Carry them where? You going somewhere?" After all he had asked the other if he was hungry so he thought consumption would take place right then and there. But now it didn't seem as if the other was hungry any longer since he wouldn't even touch the fish. Was it really possible to get over hunger that quickly and easily?

"Yeah, visiting. Had to drop off a promised package. What about you? You live here?" He would assume as much at least. Then again the other male could be a curious visitor as well. Though that was entirely doubtful. He couldn't smell any other scent on the other male except of that belonging to the pack of Anathema so it would seem that Ouija was the only outsider here.

"So what are you doing way out here? It is a bit of a distance from the caves where you live, isn't it?" Was the other just answering his call? Or did he have some task that he had to get to which had brought him all of the way out here? "And you know you never gave your name?" After all he had given the other male his name when he had asked for it though the other had never bothered to introduce himself. It wasn't really that big of a deal he supposed. Still it was just a common courtesy to give your name when you have asked for one. But then again the other's customs could be different from his own and he could respect that. After all not everyone understood his beliefs. They didn't get the runes that he had placed upon his body or the gris gris worn about his neck.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-05-2011, 12:23 AM

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The boy talked a lot. He did not wish to hold the fish, and had no desire to yet eat them. Perhaps he’d take them when he found out what the painted wolf’s purpose was, but for now he was wary. Orange eyes narrowed slightly, listening as the strange fellow explained himself and continued to talk, asking more questions than Larkspur had time to answer. When the younger wolf finally stopped speaking, Larkspur snorted bullishly.

“Y’talk a lot,” he said flatly. The reigns in his hand jingled as he advanced, coming closer to further observe the scruffy male. “Larkspur D’Angelo. This ain’t that far out, n’I heard y’call.” A pause, in which he eyed the bag around the wolf’s neck. It was familiar to Naniko’s and the rest of their odd tainted family. “Y’another of Naniko’s brats?” Larkspur asked snidely, ivory teeth gleaming against his white muzzle.

Ouija D'Angelo · 03-13-2011, 12:54 PM

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Did he talk a lot? He didn't think that he did but maybe so. Or maybe the other talked very little and so it would seem that Ouija was talking a lot in return. He couldn't really say one way or another since he didn't have others to judge it by. He had no basis to judge this other male by. He didn't know how the other acted and responded around others. He didn't know if he was saying too much and not allowing the other to get a word in edgewise. He really hoped it wasn't because of that but who knew. And because he couldn't really judge it all he could do was to shrug off the comment.

He watched as the other came closer but made no movement of his own. At least not until the snide remark and then he only chuckled. "No, but she is my aunt." He spoke the words with a shake of his head. "My mom is Selene." He had added on the words as he tilted his head a bit to stare at the other. He had stated himself to be a D'Angelo as well but he couldn't even begin to place who he was. He had never heard the name before and certainly had never met the other before.

"I know you aren't my brother so a cousin then? Naniko? Pontiac? Helios?" He named off the only family members that he knew. Or well the ones that this other guy could possibly be a child of. There were no other names that he could toss out. After all he had no idea how extensive that the family actually was. He had heard of Tak before but never of Khalifism. That wasn't to say that he wasn't interested though. He most certainly was should he be informed of it.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-16-2011, 11:12 PM

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More names he didn’t recognize. More filthy blood. He hated that they were so proud of themselves, ignorant of the truth of their heritage. Larkspur almost wished there were more of the Khalif here to beat sense into these ignorant wolves. The Brandts would without a doubt. They had loved doing so to him, especially once they had learned to shift. Most of his childhood had been spent running from gradually increasing violence—they had begun by throwing dirt clods, then sticks, and by the time he had been a yearling it had been stones. Abuse had turned him inward and turned him cruel.

This was why his aggression came out most apparently when dealing with white wolves. He saw those faces and despised them. Even his father had treated him like he was a blight to be ripped from the earth. To consider that they were related was something he found disgusting. Even Naniko, as his alpha, had very little respect from her gruff subordinate. He did so out of a duty to remain for his children, and for Eris. He could have survived alone. He had for years. “Naniko’s my cousin's daughter,” he said flatly, finding this was the easiest way to explain it. “She let y’just waltz in here, hm?” Another example of her weakness. It was deplorable.

Ouija D'Angelo · 03-22-2011, 06:58 PM

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"Yeah, pretty much. Though I didn't come for her. I came to see someone else. Had a promise to keep." He was family among family so he wasn't sure why this guy seemed to have that much of a problem with it. They shared the same family yet this guy didn't seem too thrilled with it. Of course he didn't know for certain to say anything on it. But simply that the other hadn't relaxed any at all when finding out that they shared the same blood. He still seemed rather standoffish.

"I'm family and grew up around her so why would it be so strange? We all lived together in the cult. I simply promised my services elsewhere before I found out that they were here." Why was he even explaining himself? The other had already complained about him talking too much already. This conversation wasn't the easy flow that he was used to. There just wasn't that relaxed air and atmosphere that he was used to.

He sighed and dropped the fish to the ground for the guy to take whenever he got ready. If the other really wanted them then he would get them himself and if not then oh well. "I'm not doing any harm so you can go about your day without any concern." He turned his back on the other and headed back for the water. He was done with the conversation and trying to explain himself. It wasn't going anywhere anyways. He was tired of it and through with it, promptly ignoring the other. Instead he had taken to focusing his attention out on the water once more. They were obviously at an impasse and so it would remain. The other was going to think what he was going to think and that was that.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-26-2011, 08:27 AM

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This boy continued to speak, answering his question with more useless dribble. Larkspur watched him silently, orange eyes full of a detached hatred. It seemed his painted companion was unused to the dark wolf’s manner of speaking. Good. The Tuyul disliked idle chat and the tone he heard within it. A low growl rumbled from his chest, but outward aggression was otherwise held back as the stranger went back into the water.

Naniko might allow such weakness in her borders, but Larkspur was not fond of it. He snatched up the fish with one hand and returned to his horse, bridling and mounting quickly. With that the wolf was off, finding no further use from the fool-boy who had provided the fish he would hand over to his children.

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