Boogeyman

Janos Russo · 07-08-2011, 08:41 PM

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How he loathed to leave the small male's side so he dreaded the time at night when he had to bid the world adieu and fall asleep with his master, knowing that in the morning there was a good chance that he would have to leave him in order to go and do what he had to do. It was his job to stay around and play the part of boogeyman, chasing off all those that came into contact with him based on his looks and his actions and he had to say that so far his sanguine nature had really begun to shine through, nurtured by his one and only master, the only one ever able to give him just the right hand of leniency and restriction. Gladly he would go into battle for his master and would never look behind him dreamily at the landscape, even if he called it home. Even though his home was in Salsola it didn’t matter where it was so long as he had his one and only with him. Ah how he missed Bastion in the times that he had to be parted from him but he had to go and feed and hunt for the two of them and besides, he had his hands full attempting to do what needed to be done about spying on other packs. He would show that he could make himself useful one way or another.

The morning bloomed cold and gloomy, earning a grunt from the furred male as he woke himself up, his clothing in disarray from sleeping the night previous. The scent of his cherub told him that Bastion was already gone somewhere and he was once again left to his own devices. Well this worked out well anyway. He would go and do some more exploring, allowing himself to see all that there was to see about the boundaries that he found himself in, seeing just what weak spots he could probe as well as seeing just what lines would behoove him to not go over. Standing up on his two hind legs as he was most comfortable with, he resettled the clothing around his body before he reached down to grab up his jacket that he had been using as a pillow for both him and the smaller male that he shared the space with. It smelled like Bastion and gave the more submissive of the two males a little easier time with being apart from him. He would just have to be careful about where he went and what he did so that way he could come home to the owner of the scent. Before he left, he made sure that his mark of his pack was covered but did nothing to hide the brand on the back of his neck. That he had no business or no want to hide.

The first steps away were the hardest before he seemed to gather up whatever courage was granted to him, leaving, stealing away from the home that he knew. Once he felt himself leaving the pack perimeter, something didn’t feel quite right with him so he went back, sniffing around the edge where the scent disappeared. Finding that there was nothing wrong, no strange scents that entered under his watch, he left, taking a slight pause well outside of the border to roll around in some flowers and rub his body up against a tree to take on more of the rogue scent before continuing on. He didn’t want anyone knowing that he was from Salsola unless he could help it and it wasn’t because he wasn’t happy to be there in the lands but rather because he didn’t want to be the cause for any sort of commotion that the leaders weren’t ready for yet. The arbiter wound his way out, the boogeyman nothing more than that, a wraith on the wings of the fog as it rolled in, blanketing the surroundings. The sun was just barely beginning to peep over the horizon, shedding yellow bars around, trying desperately and failing to break through the thick layer of low clouds that stubbornly clung to the earth.

Paws waded through it, the cold tendrils no more than that against his leg. He could barely even feel it through his fur anyways. Ears swiveled to catch sounds, the tattered remains of one of his ears doing far less movement than the other but still they did their job but nothing was alerted to him. Nothing was off, nothing was fishy and that in and of itself made him uneasy. For so long he had been living in fear so now to not have such a burden hanging over your head was something that was going to take some getting used to on his part. Lands yawned open before him and he carried on until he came to an area completely unbeknownst to him previously. It was a land that seemed to be lost in time, stuck in a time frozen but then again most places around here had the same uncanny feel to them. By now the mist had all but evaporated, leaving the green of the grass and other various plants wet with the condensation. It made his fur stick to his legs in a most uncomfortable manner but he didn’t have time to think about it, meandering his way down into the valley below. Coming upon one of the buildings that had been completely overtaken by time and nature, he forced his way through the shrubbery into the main hall and looked around, sharp eyes looking around but his head swiveled more to accommodate his weak left eye, taking in the sights and smells of this new place that he found himself in. Walking through, he found a set of steps and walked up them, claws helping with traction against the otherwise slippery moss. Once up on the rooftop, he looked out, breathing in deeply as he stood on the precipice, looking down at the green world below, the spot offering a good oversight to the ghost town.

Denver Mathis · 07-12-2011, 01:54 PM

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Sorry for the wait! :]

The morning had proven so far to be too cold for the thin-furred mutt's taste so far. It was spring, wasn't the weather supposed to be warming? With a frown, he gathered his only thick jacket around his body and wrapped his yellow scarf closer to his neck, hoping to prevent any and all heat loss. Today, Denver had a goal; he would find some sunlight and bask in it. Hopefully, no important duties would arise to prevent him from doing so.

With a certain haste that only the uncomfortable, unwelcome cool brought, Denver pressed through the land that was now his home. His arms huddled tight against his chest, his head low as the breeze constantly kept him shivering. He had fallen asleep cool, but had awoken even colder. The small fire had clearly not been enough; after all, it had gone out after a few hours, and Denver had been left without insulation from the weather just outside of the fast-cooling cave he had found in the midst of Salsola. Soon, he would find better accommodations. The mutt was finally getting used to this place, and a suitable home would need to be found if he were to stay here.

Now, he emerged into a vast, fairly open field. It was littered with human garbage; dilapidated, ridiculously rudimentary homes that even he wouldn't want to live in. Snubbing his nose at them, he pressed forward. Pink nostrils flared, though, as his senses located a vaguely familiar scent. Following it, he found himself before one of the many homes overrun by foliage. Icy eyes fell upon the darkly cloaked, gray and white figure from meters away, someone he had recognized before, but hadn't yet spoken to. The sun was brighter, here, and Denver could guess the other man's reasoning for being on the rooftop; sunbathing was on his own mind, now, and as the rays danced across his bright fur, he took deep, relaxing breaths.

"'Ey!" he shouted from a distance, hoping not to alarm but realizing that his voice was surely surprising against the silent backdrop. "Catchin' all the good rays by yerself, are you?" He asked with a grin as he neared, pale blue eyes scanning the flora-covered building with a laugh. "How the hell'd you get up there?" Denver certainly wasn't going to climb the face of that structure, covered in who-knows-what (probably something poisonous). And going inside wasn't exactly something he wanted to do either; he knew too well that those old buildings had far too many insects and other small, creepy creatures.

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Janos Russo · 07-15-2011, 11:29 PM

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Perhaps the weather was a bit strange and perhaps it would be better all around if the sun came out more and warmed up the area but at the same time he rather liked it like this. The cold air was bracing and while it got down deep beneath his fur it was greatly appreciated, a welcome diversion from the normal temperatures that would get him all hot and would set him panting. No, this was much better and he felt that he could relax and it was rather wonderful. There was not much to care about from way up here where he was relaxing, the birds tweeting to him, calling his attention to them, his ears flicking in that direction, the sound hailing him enough that even his tattered ear moved to focus on the sounds. It was a wonderful sort of day though and he watched as that same bird wheeled its way towards freedom, the black dot of a bird slowly disappearing into the blue backdrop that it took part in all the time. Tugging his jacket around him more, it was half a move against the cold breeze that swept under the optime’s jacket but it was also a motion to hide his scar, the Salsola arbiter made sure to keep the material tugged down close to his body. He wouldn’t want anyone that wasn’t in his pack seeing it of course. It would be something that could mean trouble for him if that happened after all. Being his rank and what he did in the pack, he needed secrecy outside of the pack’s boundaries. Speaking of which, he would have to get on his co rank assignments soon if he hoped to get the recognition.

Here was where he could be himself without any fear of retribution from those around him. He didn’t have to be someone that he wasn’t comfortable about being and he didn’t have to act as though he were someone as big and bad as his looks suggested that he was even though his sadistic streak was slowly being nursed to a full on tidal wave with his cherub’s help but that would come later. Such things didn’t happen overnight for him. He was far too scarred with everyday life up until this point to be able to fully relish in someone else’s pain even though he had to say that there was a sort of macabre beauty to the way that blood spilled from a wound or the sound and look of intestines as they spilled from the abdominal cavity. But that was his master’s forte not his own. Even though Janos enjoyed a high rank in society, he was still nothing more than a peon but to him it didn’t matter because he loved his master and would gladly do anything and everything for him no matter the personal cost. And if it benefitted his master he knew that the other would love him in return and that was the entirety of what he could really ask for. Breathing in deeply, he felt the life-giving air filling up his lungs, making him feel as though he were on edge before he slowly exhaled, letting his half-blind eyes open after a moment of shutting them against the sun, still poised dangerously on the roof of the building.

A noise startled him suddenly and one of his paws shifted as if he were entering immediately into fight or flight mode, sending a couple loose pebbles from the roofing down to the world below. With the descent of the rock, his gaze followed it down to see that a figure was standing there and was calling up to him. He was ignorant of this man’s name and from so far away he was lucky to even be able to tell that it was a creature rather than some sort of statue, much less be able to recognize him. His eyesight really wasn’t great, half-blind eye or no and this just rather proved it. The accent coming from the newcomer was one that he hadn’t heard before and it was intriguing to say the very least. This man seemed jovial, something that Janos wasn’t used to. Why was he so cheery? Was there such a reason for being so happy? Perhaps this man new more than he did, a thought for him to chew on during the odd breaks. With the question, he knelt on the edge, easily holding his balance despite hovering over a precipitous fall. ”There are stairs on the inside,” the arbiter explained, looking back towards the door that he had come from. From where he was squatting he didn’t know who this man was, his pack affiliation or anything of the sort but he didn’t seem to be mean and evil and if he really was, well that was something to take care of later. "Did you want to come up?"

Denver Mathis · 07-23-2011, 08:44 PM

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I am sloooowww... ><

When Denver called, the man started, sending debris tumbling down as his feet shuffled on the roofed home. One small, stray pebble managed to peg the Associate on the nose, and he screamed a short, startled noise. "What the hell, man!" he managed to growl, disgruntled and staring up at him, a hand shielding his eyes and head from more trauma. Sighing with noted frustration, he swept his hands over himself, turning to relinquish the grip of any other foreign bodies from his woolen clothing.

From the closer distance, it was noticeable that the two-toned man was covered in scars; some particularly nasty ones littered his face. Denver grimaced obviously and turned his gaze away for a moment to recover. He said something about stairs, but truth be told the haughty dog had no desire to enter that disgusting home. He had even less desire to sit on it's rooftops. The only thing that could be said was that it did look like a great place to lay in the sun. Barring that, though, it had no appeal. Denver fervently shook his head.

"No, I think I'm just fine stayin' right here, thanks," he mumbled with accented tones, still curiously peering up at the cloaked wolf. "I don't think we've met... You weren't at the dinner, hm--?" he asserted upwards, interrupting himself with his own thoughts. "I'm Denver." Speaking up to the darker wolf was strange; Denver attempted to will him into coming down to this level. He stepped back further so that the angle was not quite so great, and folded his arms across his chest as he gazed at the man in continued appraisal.

#433

Janos Russo · 08-12-2011, 07:27 PM

OOC: Not as slow as meeeeee lol sorry for the wait x.x Life got in the way

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He honestly didn’t mean to send rocks tumbling down on the man but that was what was happened when a man was startled. It just…kind of happened that way. But the screech was interesting and both his tattered ear and his one better ear perked forward with the sound, intent blue eyes seeking out the other man to see what exactly ailed him. It didn’t necessarily mean that he cared about the man below him but he did want to know what danger was down there and that was meant with no respect towards the other male who was down there and was looking up at him. For a long moment Denver seemed to be brushing off his own jacket before looking up at him. The next sign of disapproval was one that he was used to but it no less stabbed him harshly. He knew that he no longer bore the handsome beauty that the Russo line was known for. Had it not been for the scars he would have been an extremely appealing man but now for all intents and purposes he was a monster transposed from a beauty’s body. But in a way this worked out for him. He kept all those that he didn’t want to see away from him while keeping close his pack that he worked to get a rank in and he was able to more effectively do his job since people flinched, moved away, or worse openly stared at him and his old wounds, reminding him painfully of what once was.

The other male spoke and Janos gave a snort; contemplating staying up where he was but curiosity was getting the best of him. Waiting for the other to finish his talking which he did when he questioned him and then named himself, he went back inside the house and exited the front, the true horror of the nightmare visible now. He was cloaked in scars and tattered parts of him, the one remnant of his ear flopping around much worse than the other which had cartilage in it to at least help it retain its original form. ”Is this better then? No I was not at the dinner, someone had to keep patrolling,” he said with a shake of his head and it was true. He had to do what he had to do and besides things like that were never his cup of tea after all. ”Janos,” he introduced himself after another moment, his eerie eyes looking straight at Denver and yet his partially blind eye seemed to be seeing through him rather than seeing him. Judging by the other’s scent as well as his mentioning of the dinner, he could guess where the other came from. ”Why have you come to such a deserted place?” He asked the other questioningly. It wasn’t like he was there to judge him he was simply curious as to other peoples’ reasoning for coming out here.

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