[m] Revenge is a bloody dish

Itzal · 09-03-2011, 11:53 AM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language , drug usage, graphic violence , or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Okay, so there is obviously going to be fighting in this thread. I would like who ever comes in to play as Itzal's uncle. He is a pure grey wolf, with scars wrapping around his left side. He is luperci, you can play what ever form you want. He is very muscled, with crystal blue eyes. He is cruel, and hates everything but pure wolves. If you want, you can play it like he is having his pack beat someone, or he is just in his den/house, whatever you want. I think I'll have Itzal take care of the lesser pack people pretty easily, like sneaking up and ripping out their throats or slitting it, until he gets to his uncle, then the real fight will start. Thank you whoever joins and plays along with this, if you don't know a lot about Itzal here is a link to his profile. http://www.soulsrpg.com/ipb/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=2271

In Character

Itzal had left Nova Scotia and headed south. Back towards the Central U.S. That is where he thought he had come from. When he left his uncle's pack, and went to live on his own, he wasn't sure where he had come from. But now he had picked up rumors, he had heard things. His uncle was still alive, and he still ruled the pack. He heard that they still tortured and beat all but the purebred wolves. He growled at the thought. It had been 3 years since Itzal arrived at Nova scotia. He was four years old now. Four years of living with this desire for blood, for death to everyone he came across. Even now he could feel his darker side's thirst. Eztil spoke to him, through its special way, he could feel its hunger. Eztil was his evil side, the side of him that needed to kill, that craved it. If it took control of him, he could almost never get it back. All he would live for then was the need to kill, the thrill of it. The feeling of power as he crushed those weaker than him. All were weaker than him in Eztil's eyes. Itzal smiled. Soon Eztil, soon. We shall spill the blood of our uncle soon. And when we do, we will get to feast upon his flesh. The thought brought a smile to his face, as he felt Eztil's approval.

Itzal increased his pace. He had been traveling for about 24 days, having to travel farther than he thought he would. But he was close, he could feel it. It was funny to him. Getting to Nova Scotia took him 6 months. Because he didn't head straight there, he stopped along the way, changing direction every so often. Killing, and killing all the time. He thought of how it was actual his uncle's fault he was this way. If his uncle hadn't killed Itzal's siblings and mother, if he hadn't tried to get his pack to break Itzal, as he was the only one to survive, passing as pure wolf, then he wouldn't have had to kill, he wouldn't have had to survive on his own. This had all started with his uncle. And now, Itzal was coming for him, and the only thing that would have made it better, is if his uncle had known he was being hunted. Itzal smiled at the thought. Itzal didn't like hunting weak prey, this was the types of hunts he liked. Hunting a predator, hunting the hunter. Eztil pushed for control, but Itzal didn't let him have it. Not yet. but when the times comes, you will get what you want, and we will both be pleased. Itzal laughed as he closed in on his uncle's pack.

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