"Alpha, huh?" [P] Shawchert

Itzal · 04-10-2011, 01:15 PM

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Sorry for shortness, WC: 328

Itzal walked along, moving from shadow to shadow swiftly and with graceful movements. He did not do it intentionally, it was just instinct for him, it was how he moved. He had always stuck to the shadows, though he never feared stepping out of them to face what he must, he much perferred them. He thought better when he had the cool, calming presence of darkness in the shadows to help conseal him. He blended in well, fading at times from sight except for the very weak outline that could give him away to well trained eyes. He walked on two legs, which did not bother him. He was not one to cower from shifting to any of his forms, it was who he was, he had been born with the gift, and he used it. He thought of the dagger that even now hung at his waist, ready for use.

He looked around at this place, wondering why it seemed so much more...seperate, then the places surrounding it. It had a diffrent feel to it, one of calmness, but something underneath that, something otherworldly. Itzal glanced around out of curiousity, not fear. He believed that there was evil in the world, pure evil, like himself, he felt it there. It was in everyone, and if allowed, it would consume them, and the world. He was not a stranger to religious beliefs, he had seen some very odd ones in his time, but he was not sure what he believed. Good and evil existed, he knew, but nothing was entirerly one or the other, because without one, the other could not exist. He did not believe it was required to believe or follow any religion to be whole or complete, so he didn't.

Itzal stopped and ran a paw through his hair and bangs. He smiled to himself as he felt the wind pick up. He nodded to himself and kept moving, shifting from shadow to shadow.

Shawchert Menue · 04-11-2011, 05:40 PM

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OOC: Yes shaw must be craaazyy, Itzal won't be able to see nor hear Demetrius. WC:364

Skye had consoled Shawchert, and he wasn't going to go after Sky, but he was still worried for her. He wanted her back, to be in his arms. He wanted to know that she was safe and warm. That nothing had come and killed her like it had killed Demetrius.

"Where are we going dadda"

The disembodied voice of his son asked. Shaw knew that his child could not be seen nor heard by others, but it made him look around. No one was in or near the path he was taking, at least not that he thought. He looked down at the light colored spectral, and couldn't help but smile.

"We are just going for a walk son. I need to move, but I promised Skye I wouldn't look for her."

He said, not feeling he was talking to himself, but to a passerby they might think him crazy. Shawchert was finding himself a little further from his pack than he thought. That wasn't too bad for the large male, he knew he needed to get away every once in a while.

"Oh Demitrius... I wish things were back to before everything bad happened... when you were just born. That way I could share you with everyone."

He said quietly. He was regretting his son's death. Regretting not being there for them before ally this happened like he was suppose to. Was this karma saying he should have stayed with Orin? ... No he knew he couldn't he knew his love lay in that of Sky... but still he couldn't help but think this had been a joke gone awry against Shawchert. He stopped, and looked down where his son padded next to him. The spectral of his son was quite grown up compared t the infant he’d been when he was killed. Shawchert was glad that he had the boy next to him, though he wished he was alive, but it beat reminding himself of those lifeless eyes that he had seen the day he discovered his son’s death and his daughter’s and Orin’s disappearance.

Itzal · 04-13-2011, 05:51 PM

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Coding by Sie
Hey, first paragraph give kind of a shocking update on a plot. Oh well, and sorry, it is really long, but the stuff in Italics, it is all a memory, not really happening. WC: 965. Oh, and This has one bad word in it, and some slight violence. Do you think it is so bad I need a rating thing or do you think it can slide?

In Character

Itzal sighed softly and looked up at the sky, or at least the little bit he could see through the trees. It was hard to tell what time it was through the trees, but he thought it was about time for the sun to set. He sighed, and closed his eyes, going over everything he had just been through. He couldn't believe that it had happened. He shivered when the picture of her flashed through his mind. Pontiac, crazy, and insane. He remembered her cutting herself, talking about how he had disappeared. He would stand right next to her, and beg her to see him, but she couldn't. He remembered the crazied look in her eyes, and he just couldn't do it. He couldn't see that everyday, and stay on his knees, begging her to fight it, to push back the craziness and see him. He just had to leave, he had too. He tried to help her, but she just wouldn't stop, getting worse and worse with the cutting. Finally he just left, and he hadn't stopped running for a while, and now he was here, trying to decide what to do. He needed to decide. But he couldn't, he didn't want to think about this, and opened his eyes, pushing those thoughts away. He just had to keep moving.

Itzal raised his foot to take a step, and froze. He put his foot down and sunk farther into the shadows, listening. He glanced around, trying to see if he noticed anything. He had thought he heard something. A voice coming from somewhere. He was about to relax when he heard it again. He turned to face the direction it had come from. He started to move forward, shifting from shadow to shadow again, this time on purpose, and he moved silently. As he moved forward he heard the voice better. It sound like it was a male's voice, and it sounded like he was talking to someone. Someone Itzal hadn't heard speak yet. Itzal approached catiously, though he was grateful for the distraction, he wasn't sure if he was up too this. And he need to know if these strangers were going to be a problem, one he would have to deal with if it turned up. He moved closer, cloaked by the shadows, until finally a large man, a very large man came into view. Itzal stopped and a memory surfaced, one of a large wolf, one that looked like this man, only a lot more white. Itzal closed his eyes as the memory played as if a film, the man laughed, glaring at Itzal. "So little puppy thinks that he can take on the big bad wolf." The man laughed and he took a step forward. Itzal looked down and smiled to himself, a smirk spreading across his face. This man was a fool, caught up in his own little fantasy world where he was the ruler, and everyone else were his toys. Itzal was willing to play along in his world, until he felt it was time to teach this man that his world, wasn't the real one. The man growled. "Say something little mutt, or are you to scared to form words. Are you going to tremble at my feet like a little bitch." Itzal laughed in his head. They were both in Optime, and the man had a good height advantage on Itzal, but that did not intimadate Itzal. He looked up at the man and smiled, a soft, predator's smile. He wasn't this man's prey, he was this man's hunter. "You really should learn that life, well, in life, you shouldn't call some people names, and you defintly shouldn't get on their bad side. If you do, it could get you killed." He said it in a clear voice, with amusment in it, as he smiled up at the big man. The man took a step back in surprise, and then growled. "What did you say, you little mutt?" The man reached for Itzal, and Itzal smiled, pulling his dagger out of his pouch, where his hand had moved too, and ducking around the mans arm and shoving the dagger through the man's throat, as blood spilled out on his hands and arms. He side stepped around the man, and ripped the dagger out, sliding it around so it came out the back of the man's neck, cutting it so it was cut in half from front to back. Itzal smiled as the man stumbled forward and fell to his knees, his eyes wide with surprise, before he fell forward and breathed his last breath. Itzal laughed and kneeled next to the man, patting him on the back of the head. "I said, you shouldn't get on people's bad side, it could get you killed." Itzal laughed, and the memory slipped away.

Itzal sucked in air that he hadn't realized he had been holding, but it came in silently. He was still sneaking, and as he looked up, the man finished talking. Itzal waited for a response, on edge from the memory just had, but it never came, and the man just sat there. Itzal looked for whereever he had been talking too, but he didn't see anyone. Itzal finally looked at the man, confused, and wondered what that had been about. He wondered if the man heard voices, like Itzal had. But he doubted it, the man did not have that air about him. Itzal waited and then sighed softly. "Were you talking to anyone particular?" Itzal voice floated out from the shadows, light, and emotionless. He was numb, and he had missed that feeling. But after the memory, it had returned, to protect him, like it always had, from whatever feelings that would have brought.

Shawchert Menue · 04-14-2011, 05:18 AM

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WC: 304 OOC: He's been caught! :O

“It won’t be the same daddy, but I still have you and you have me. We are together.”

His son answered him. It was as though the boy held a vast amount of knowledge in the tiny little body. He didn’t know where it came from, nor how he kept it, as he was a ghost and had no functioning brain, but Shaw did not dwell on this for too long. He had expected to be alone, at least as alone as a man could get with a ghostly child walking around with him, so when the man spoke to him Shaw nearly jumped out of his skin. Turning he saw a black man behind him. He wasn’t sure the intentions of the male, but he could see so far little to no aggression. Thinking about how it was no one could see Demetrius he wasn’t about to say anything to this guy about him. He hoped that this man didn’t hear his whole conversation or his lie would be seen right through as he spoke.

“No I was just thinking out loud.”

He said, hoping the lie would at least hold for now. He had not explained to anyone about his dead son’s appearance. His ghost wandering the realm of the living.

“My name is Shawchert Menue, and you are?”

He asked politely, standing up to his full height, only because he didn’t feel right sitting while the other man was standing. He would offer him a place to sit, but he was not sure if the man was just curious about Shaw’s ability to talk to himself and would pass on or if their conversation would grow . He did know that he wanted to at least be polite.

Itzal · 04-16-2011, 11:10 AM

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OOC: Yep, now Itzal is on the case. > Big Grin WC: 472

Itzal

Itzal did not completely believe the man. Itzal had heard some of what he had been saying, and Itzal could have sworn he was talking to someone else. He listened, trying to hear if anyone else was around, but he couldn't hear anyone but himself, and the man infront of him. Itzal did not know why the man would have a reason to lie to him, but he would keep it in mind that something seemed off. Right now Itzal did not want to question what the man said, first he need basic information, then he would try and get the harder stuff. Itzal looked at the man who said his name was Shawchert Menue. Itzal tried to focus, wondering if he had heard the name before, but it did not ring a bell. Shawchert seemed friendly enough, but Itzal knew not to trust someone based off of what you see and hear. But Itzal wanted information, one of his many flaws was his constant curiousity, that had potential to get him in trouble. So he would have too be nice for now, which was fine by him, he was not really up to a fight right now, and would only fight if it was necessary.

"My name is Itzal." He watched silently as the man stood. Itzal noticed he was actually taller then the man Itzal remembered from his memory. This man was probably use to intimidating people with just his appearance, but Itzal was not scared. He had lost his fear of others a long time ago. He did not believe he was undefeatable, though he did believe it would be hard to beat him, he just did not fear losing. He would die when there was no way he could stop it, and as long as he did not just accept defeat, as long as he tried his hardest to survive, he was fine with death. Itzal smiled at the man's polite tone. He seemed civilized, and he had manners. Itzal believed respect had to be earned, but that you did not need to respect someone to treat them like an equal. This man seemed to be willing to treat Itzal like an equal, even though Itzal hadn't earned his respect.

"So, Shawchert, this is pretty far from most packs. Are you a loner, or are you just trying to get away for a while?" Itzal asked him politely in return, curiosity an undertone in his voice. He knew what it was like to want to get away, he had been doing that himself, hadn't he? Itzal again glanced around, looking for any sign that they weren't alone. He would be on guard until he found out exactly what that conserversation he had over heard was about. But for now, his body was relaxed and his posture was neutral.

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Shawchert Menue · 04-19-2011, 04:51 AM

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WC: 376 OOC: Catching up again, <3

Shawchert did not try to use his height as an advantage over anyone, in fact he somewhat hated it. His bulk made him slow to respond, in which caused much of his newest wounds that were still fresh on his face arms and legs. Even Kesho had gotten a hold of his neck, which had been a big mistake, and Shawchert was lucky to be around at all. He was big, but he knew he looked less like a leader right now with his stitching and more like a beaten dog. In any case unless he was in a fight he did not try to intimidate anyone, it just came with his physique, and many assumed he used it to do just that.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Itzal.”

He said pausing, and giving a smile, though it still could not last long, for the new stitching on his muzzle was pulling on his wound, which hurt just as much as anything. Demetrius moved to get a better look at Itzal, leaning on Shaw’s leg, though the pup was a ghost, he still seemed to have weight on him.

“He’s funny looking daddy, you think he’s bad?”

The boy asked suspiciously. Shawchert couldn’t help but not answer, and felt bad, unless the boy actually showed himself to Itzal Shaw wasn’t about to speak to thin air like that... unless he was home but at the touch he couldn’t help but look down at his spectral son who was staring up expectantly at him, but as his defenses were breaking and he was about to answer Itzal spoke again, with a question and Shaw gave this as an excuse to speak to the older man.

“I’m actually from a pack myself, but yes getting away in a sort, lots of things on my mind really.”

He said, almost distractedly. He was out here in hopes to find a glimpse of where Sky went, but he must have gone the wrong way because he hadn’t smelled her, but he knew he wasn’t suppose to be out looking for her, he promised Skye to let her go do what she needed to do.

Itzal · 04-25-2011, 08:23 PM

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Hey, sorry I'm replying so late. My computer got a big virus ( >< <- annoyed face) and I just got it fixed like 2 days ago, and then I had easter and all, but I got it in as soon as I could after that. Anyways, let me know if you want anything changed. WC:424

In Character

Itzal smiled a curtious smile and nodded his head. "And you as well, Shawchert. I'm glad to see you treat others with respect. I've meant some people that seem to forget that other beings are not lesser then they are, just because they do not know them. I'm glad you aren't under the same illusion." Itzal spoke with sincere feeling in his voice, and as he spoke, the man's face from his memory flashed in front of his eyes. Shawchert seemed very diffrent from the nameless man, something Itzal was more than happy with. He noticed the stitching on Shawchert's face and wondered about it, but he filed it away for later investigating. He took things slow, better to establish a bases then to just jump right in with question that we a little too private maybe. So instead he watched Shawchert.

Itzal was good at observing and gather information. Body language was the most revealing. And paying attention to people's actions, no matter how small, could give away a lot. Itzal watched Shawchert with interest, and noticed when his eyes dropped to look down at his feet. It was almost as if he was expecting something to be there, like something had appeared at his feet while he had been talking to Itzal. Itzal glanced down and saw nothing, and then looked back up at Shawchert. Shawchert kept looking down, until finally He answered Itzal's question. Itzal couldn't help but sweep his eyes down again, just to make sure there was really nothing at Shawchert's feet.

Itzal looked back up at Shawchert, and he understood when the man mentioned he had many things on his mind. Itzal's own mind was filled with thoughts of Pontiac, and what had just recently happened, what had happened to bring him to this place, before this male. He knew he would not want those problems and thoughts poked and prodded by Shawchert, so he in turn did not poke and prod at Shawchert's. Instead he would just keep it simple. "I know how it feels to need to..get away for a while. What pack are you from, if you don't mind my asking?" Itzal asked in that some curious tone that he had used before. As he spoke, he glanced around the clearing again, his eyes hardning to ice, as he looked for any threat. He hadn't dropped his guard, and still remembered that Shawchert might be hidding something, like who he was talking to before. But Itzal figured it would all be revealed in time.

Shawchert Menue · 04-26-2011, 03:35 PM

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OOC: Om nom nom I had an ooc thing to tell you.... but i forgotted it.

Shawchert gave a shrug tilting his head a little.

"We are all canines here, there is no need to treat someone with disrespect. I learned to treat others with the respect you hope to have from them. I may not always do it, but it isn't intentional, and I try to be observant to my actions."

He could feel Itzal watching him, and Shaw move his eye's elsewhere, though he had that feeling Itzal knew something was up, but as the man asked about his pack, Shawchert shrugged that thought off and smiled.

"I am from Cercatori D' Arte. It's fairly new, and small but sucessful enough pack, it's over near Beasts grin penninsula. Have you ever been there before?"

He asked nodding his head in the direction of his pack. He wasn't sure if the other man had been in or near the area either before or after he established his pack. He knew that the penninsula itself was not accessable without actually having to go trhough is packlands, but it had been non existant at one time.

"How about you, what pack are you from? Your smell is not familiar to me."

He said shooting the question back at the man, letting him know he was willing to get to know him and ask the same questions. Shawchert wasn't ne to be mean, but he could tell the man suspected Shawchert was at an awkward moment, making the leader quite vulerable.

Itzal · 04-30-2011, 09:56 PM

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Wc: 344. OH ok, well if you remember, Pm me or something if it is important. ^^

Itzal

Itzal nodded slowly, giving Shawchert an approving look. "Those are some very wise words. Good to hear them from another's mouth." Itzal found himself liking this male more and more. Itzal could find himself respecting this man. But Itzal would not truly give Shawchert his respect until Itzal knew what Shawchert was keeping from him, like his earlier converstation.

Itzal found the news about Shawchert being from Cercatori D' Arte intersting. Something about that named seemed familiar. But Itzal had never been there before. So why did it seem familiar to him? "No I have never been there...but it sounds familiar." Itzal sighed, still curious where he had heard that name. Itzal glanced around, wondering where he was right now. He had no idea, and he still was new enough to feel lost in the vast area of Nova Scotia.

Itzal tensed as Shawchert asked him about his own pack. He wasn't sure if he still belonged to Anathema, and he knew for sure he didn't belong to Inferni. He didn't want to think about either of the reasons why he might now be packless, it might involve thinking of Her and that was just to painful right now. "I use to be a member of Inferni, but then I move to Anathema, though I'm not entirely sure if I'm still a part of it. Things have gotten..complicated for me." Itzal shrugged like it was no big deal and glanced up at the sky.

SKY! That was it. He reached up to feel the piercing in his ear. " Sky, that is why your pack name sounds familiar to me. I have meant a female named Sky from that pack, she gave me this piercing. How has she been?" Itzal remembered the girl, and he remembered he had enjoyed her company, she was easy going and had a good sense of humor. He remembered their joke about cloning him and everything. She had even given him some facts about piercings. He wondered if she was ok, and looked at Shawchert for an answer.

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Shawchert Menue · 05-04-2011, 04:11 AM

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WC: 444
OOC: Shaw's at conflict with himself if you haven't noticed lol

Shawchert couldn’t help but smile at the mans words, yes Shaw has some wisdom in his four years of life, not a lot, but enough to know how to live. He wasn’t about to give up now though, and that smile, though small as it was, helped him immensly, he’d forgotten what it was like to truely be happy and even proud of himself, though he knew pride lead to an early death, moderation was always good. He listened as the man mentioned his own home, his own smile disappeared. He felt bad, he knew how it was for complications, all he had to do was look on his own life.

“If you need a place to stay, you are more than welcome to my home, we are understanding of others, maybe even if you need some time from your own pack... to make things... uncomplicated.”

He offered. He wouldn’t normally offer this especially after the recent events that had happened within his pack, but he thought he could trust this one to not kill and eat any of the puppies that lived on their land... if there were anymore. Though the whole situation was forgotten when Itzal mentioned his mate to be’. He perked up thinking Itzal had seen her recently, but that died away as he asked her how she was

“I wish I knew, she went looking for one of our members and my children... only leaving a note. I do hope she is ok. I know that my children are safe somehow, but if she gets herself in trouble for something I should be doing...”

He said, he even told her that he could help though they would be split up, but she negated him saying he was needed in his pack lands, and it was true, he couldn’t leave Skye in charge of such an unsturdy pack.

“I hope she … they... come back safely.”

He said sullenly, He missed her dearly, he missed his children dearly, even Orin, though she’d treated him badly lately, mostly from her pregnancy, but he could afford to understand why she didn’t care much for him, but to leave as she had... if only she came to him when Argul had killed Demetrius...

“Daddy, don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault, You didn’t know.”

Demetrius seemed to know his thoughts, and he nudged Shaw’s let a little, his spectral tail wagging a little in hopes that Shaw would cheer up, it some what worked, a slight smile came to his face for a second, before it disappeared.

Itzal · 05-09-2011, 05:17 PM

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WC:458 sorry for the wait.

Itzal

Itzal was surprised the man was so generous, offering his home to Itzal. It made Itzal smile some. He had forgotten that some people in this world weren't as tainted as he was. He had forgotten it the moment Pontiac showed the craziness eating at her. He had figured if she could be corrupted, then no one could be untainted. But here was this complete stranger reminding him there was still hope, that he could move on. Eventually. That was one of the hardest parts of his life. Itzal had to fight what part of him was, had to resist it, and at the same time, he had to remember that not everyone was so selfish, so cruel. It was hard to keep that balance, and he had to work at it still. And Shawchert's generousity had helped him start to get that balance again. It would take time, but he would find it. But, even though he was appreciative of Shawchert's offer, he couldn't accept it.

"Thank you, that is very kind of you. More kindness then I deserve from someone I have just meant. I don't mean to be rude, but I can't take up on your offer. I have to go back, I'm not one to run, and that is what I did that brought me here. It was a mistake, one that I might have needed to make. But now I have to go back and face these complications. If I don't, then I can't honestly be happy again." As he spoke, Itzal looked back towards where Anathema was, looked back at the place he ran from. He wouldn't go back right away, he would stay away for a day, sleep in the forest. But he would go back, he wouldn't stay away for more than a day. He looked back at Shawchert after a moment.

Itzal listened as Shawchert told him about Sky, and her mission. Itzal was instantly worried about her. Though he had only known her for a few minutes, he liked Sky. She was someone he could see himself trusting. He noticed Shawchert's obvious worry for her, and the blame he seemed to hold on himself. "If there is anything I can do to help, let me know. You have already proven that you would help me, so it is only right that I help you. I'm not sure where you stand in your pack, but I think I might be able to leave my pack for a few days to try and search for her and help her. I would be happy to try and find her if you want?" Itzal would search for her the best he could, and he would not give up until he found her.

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