06-30-2008, 07:52 PM
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It was rare to see the Lykoi confined to his pack's territory despite a war raging between Inferni and the wolves. Their old territory had bordered close to the city, but here he had to travel quite a ways in order to find the utopia of urban decay. A hospital had caught his current attention, keeping the coyote within it's white-washed walls for the past few days as he explored in euphoric delirium. Medical books, doctor's tools, and the ward dedicated to the mentally unstable. The Prince had found a new addiction. Medical bag rapping gently against his hip as he walked, scalpel lowered toward the heaving, furry chest of a hare he'd captured and decided would make an excellent test subject. Beady eyes rolling in it's head, Samael made the first incision. This surgery would be beautiful.
Not that the creature was ill, but that the Lykoi was curious about the how and the why. What made this creature work? What would make it stop working? And what limits could he test on this mass of living flesh? Needle threaded, he closed the creature up and moved it back into a small cage where he began his observation. Brushing back his hair, he frowned lightly. Within the hour, his subject was dead. Notebook flipped open, he recorded his findings, packed up his belongings and locked up the room. This was his ward and his amusement. No one else would be allowed in, unless they were prepared to become his test subject.
Keys slipped into his bag, a florescent light flickered and popped in the ceiling. A backup generator illuminated parts of the hospital, but darkness veiled everything before him. Allowing his eyes to adjust, he headed down the hallway—claws clicking faintly against the linoleum floors and through the quiet corridors.[/html]
It was rare to see the Lykoi confined to his pack's territory despite a war raging between Inferni and the wolves. Their old territory had bordered close to the city, but here he had to travel quite a ways in order to find the utopia of urban decay. A hospital had caught his current attention, keeping the coyote within it's white-washed walls for the past few days as he explored in euphoric delirium. Medical books, doctor's tools, and the ward dedicated to the mentally unstable. The Prince had found a new addiction. Medical bag rapping gently against his hip as he walked, scalpel lowered toward the heaving, furry chest of a hare he'd captured and decided would make an excellent test subject. Beady eyes rolling in it's head, Samael made the first incision. This surgery would be beautiful.
Not that the creature was ill, but that the Lykoi was curious about the how and the why. What made this creature work? What would make it stop working? And what limits could he test on this mass of living flesh? Needle threaded, he closed the creature up and moved it back into a small cage where he began his observation. Brushing back his hair, he frowned lightly. Within the hour, his subject was dead. Notebook flipped open, he recorded his findings, packed up his belongings and locked up the room. This was his ward and his amusement. No one else would be allowed in, unless they were prepared to become his test subject.
Keys slipped into his bag, a florescent light flickered and popped in the ceiling. A backup generator illuminated parts of the hospital, but darkness veiled everything before him. Allowing his eyes to adjust, he headed down the hallway—claws clicking faintly against the linoleum floors and through the quiet corridors.[/html]
06-30-2008, 10:54 PM
Hope Samael likes puppy. :o (327)[html]
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He’d show Sirius. That little brat thought he was so high and mighty running off all the time and exploring everything on his own. He had even come back to Twilight Vale in order to brag about how he had run off to Shadowed Sun to live with their father. Apollo knew that was why he came back. There was no other explanation for it. Apparently he claimed to have been searching for Apollo to see if he was still alive considering he had been left alone, but Apollo knew better. His brother was an annoying asshole and he just didn’t know it yet.
But Apollo would show him. He had left Twilight Vale and traveled along the shattered coast alone. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. It was mostly boring and the scenery was awful compared to back home. Everything was rocky and made his paws hurt – not to mention the land often swept away into cliffs and caves and the only way out was down into the jagged shore below. He kept going past that place until he came to the old human city. He knew he was only about half way there, but already he was tired of this.
This place was no better. If the youth would have known any swear words, he probably would have used them in describing this place. It was a concrete wasteland and he didn’t see any glory in it. What was Sirius thinking? He brother was stoo-pid. He stepped around brush and trees that had long pushed their way through the cracked concrete. This street which once had been traveled by noisy cars and bustling pedestrians was now occupied by dead brush and dying greenery, not to mention the crumbling concrete and broken glass from buildings. And a lone white wolf pup with mismatched eyes. He looked up to an old hospital building and his lip curled in a sneer. This place sure was hideous.
07-05-2008, 11:47 PM
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Rain was still falling outside. He could hear the constant pounding of the droplets before he even reached the hospital door. Pushing through, he brushed aside a stray strand of hair that had escaped from the loose ponytail tied behind his head. With inspiration and vision came a new drive to the Lykoi. The broken creature he had been becoming, mind frayed and cracked beyond recognition and relevance would be replaced by a new madman. A true madman, and perhaps more of the creature he was meant to be. Samael was a prince and a savior. A fallen devil living in the shadows and devouring but the weak and the mice was far from the fate destined for such a being. Greatness was his purpose. Greatness was the reason his father had arrived from hell and combined with Kaena to create him. His father had been nothing—a vessel but for the seed to be planted and grow into a plague and a legacy. A monster and a maelstrom to wreak havoc on the world. To leave behind but burned plains and bloodshed.
It had been a vision. Light in the darkness, like a star in the blackened skies of nighttime that lead him toward his future. He had fallen prey to mortal affliction and become a disgrace. A prince turned whore—trash to be used and abused before abandon. A lowly prostitute with dreams of grandeur and a thing of amusement. A laughing stock. Hand rose out before him, allowing the raindrops to collect in his palm and drip down his wrist. Wrist and arm scarred with the marks of his betrayal. He was truly a thing of beauty. But this beauty was marred and scarred by thousands of marks that were carved into his flesh, leaving behind the knotted, twisted white scars of broken flesh and weakness. Crimson gaze shifted, noticing a small white creature peering up at the hospital. Crouching down, Samael watched the thing with interest, a smile growing on his lips. It was a kindly look. A fatherly, brotherly expression that belied his true intent. "Here, boy," he said lightly, extending a hand toward the child. "What are you doing outside, all alone?"[/html]
Rain was still falling outside. He could hear the constant pounding of the droplets before he even reached the hospital door. Pushing through, he brushed aside a stray strand of hair that had escaped from the loose ponytail tied behind his head. With inspiration and vision came a new drive to the Lykoi. The broken creature he had been becoming, mind frayed and cracked beyond recognition and relevance would be replaced by a new madman. A true madman, and perhaps more of the creature he was meant to be. Samael was a prince and a savior. A fallen devil living in the shadows and devouring but the weak and the mice was far from the fate destined for such a being. Greatness was his purpose. Greatness was the reason his father had arrived from hell and combined with Kaena to create him. His father had been nothing—a vessel but for the seed to be planted and grow into a plague and a legacy. A monster and a maelstrom to wreak havoc on the world. To leave behind but burned plains and bloodshed.
It had been a vision. Light in the darkness, like a star in the blackened skies of nighttime that lead him toward his future. He had fallen prey to mortal affliction and become a disgrace. A prince turned whore—trash to be used and abused before abandon. A lowly prostitute with dreams of grandeur and a thing of amusement. A laughing stock. Hand rose out before him, allowing the raindrops to collect in his palm and drip down his wrist. Wrist and arm scarred with the marks of his betrayal. He was truly a thing of beauty. But this beauty was marred and scarred by thousands of marks that were carved into his flesh, leaving behind the knotted, twisted white scars of broken flesh and weakness. Crimson gaze shifted, noticing a small white creature peering up at the hospital. Crouching down, Samael watched the thing with interest, a smile growing on his lips. It was a kindly look. A fatherly, brotherly expression that belied his true intent. "Here, boy," he said lightly, extending a hand toward the child. "What are you doing outside, all alone?"[/html]
07-06-2008, 02:42 AM
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Sirius was the only pup that was brave enough to roam the city alone...at least, that's what he had thought when he'd started off earlier. He liked to go to the city whenever his father was busiest--it meant that Pilot wouldn't notice it when he slipped away. Sometimes he asked Sirius where he'd been, but it was easy enough to just lie about it. Most days he went "to the border" to sniff for tresspassers. At least, whenever Pilot asked. Sometimes he didn't.
He'd gone to see his brother, in Twilight Vale recently, but hadn't recieved the kind of greeting he'd wanted. Usually Apollo was completely submissive to him, and followed him around everywhere like a lost little baby. But his brother had met him head-on. He'd tried to knock some sense into him, but there had been an adult around...so he hadn't been able to. He'd only been able to threaten him a little bit.
He approached his younger sibling from around the back of the hospital building, not seeing the adult for a few seconds. "Polly, what's a dumbhead like you doin's out here? I could smellz your stink from acrost' the city!" When his eyes fell upon the stranger he frowned. "And who'z you?"
Sirius was the only pup that was brave enough to roam the city alone...at least, that's what he had thought when he'd started off earlier. He liked to go to the city whenever his father was busiest--it meant that Pilot wouldn't notice it when he slipped away. Sometimes he asked Sirius where he'd been, but it was easy enough to just lie about it. Most days he went "to the border" to sniff for tresspassers. At least, whenever Pilot asked. Sometimes he didn't.
He'd gone to see his brother, in Twilight Vale recently, but hadn't recieved the kind of greeting he'd wanted. Usually Apollo was completely submissive to him, and followed him around everywhere like a lost little baby. But his brother had met him head-on. He'd tried to knock some sense into him, but there had been an adult around...so he hadn't been able to. He'd only been able to threaten him a little bit.
He approached his younger sibling from around the back of the hospital building, not seeing the adult for a few seconds. "Polly, what's a dumbhead like you doin's out here? I could smellz your stink from acrost' the city!" When his eyes fell upon the stranger he frowned. "And who'z you?"
07-06-2008, 09:34 PM
Hi James. Apollo is totally going to be a rebel, rarr. (382)[html]
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This rain sucked, and yet, somehow Apollo didn’t find it to be so bad. With some proper training and a few more months to hone his skills, he would find that tracking would be oddly easier in this type of weather. Instead he found the scent of rain clinging to every breath he took, and his vision obscured by the falling water. It sucked because he was cold, but he didn’t mind all that much that he was getting slightly lost.
The voice that spoke to him was unfamiliar, yet strangely welcoming. He looked to the coyote and found the crimson gaze that peered at him through the falling rain. This stranger terrified him. It was the way he held out his hand, beckoning Apollo forward, and the air that surrounded him. It intrigued the pup to move towards him – to find out more. Something about this felt wrong, yet strangely justified. He wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, but he didn’t care. No one could tell him what to do anymore. He didn’t have a father, even if Sirius had gone to live with him. He didn’t need anyone anymore. He would show his brother. He wasn’t going to be the one to cower behind his brother’s legs and follow him around. He was going to be a free soul. Apollo wanted to be like this coyote – strangely frightening, yet so intriguing.
Before he had the chance to say anything, a familiar rust colored blur entered Apollo’s peripheral. His brother’s voice came, loud and obnoxious. Apollo scowled at him for having ruined his adventure alone. So much for making this trip by himself. Sirius couldn’t help himself. He was always showing up to ruin the day.
"Va a casa, Sirius." Apollo hissed, rolling his mismatched eyes as he looked back to the coyote. "My brotha’s stupid," he informed Samael, before brushing past them both and wandering closer to one of the hospital’s doors. He really wanted to go inside. This place had the same malevolent feeling that the coyote did, and Apollo wanted to explore it’s darkened hallways. "Lasciarlo solo!" He called back to Sirius as he stepped closer to the building, and managed to find some shelter from the rain where a window ledge stuck out further than the wall.
08-15-2008, 09:00 PM
[html]mall-caps;color:#660000;">there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead
The puppy moved forward, intrigued by his presence and the hand extended toward him in a welcomg guesture. But before anything else could happen, another child came around the building, speaking loudly and arrogantly toward the first boy. Eyes narrowed, afraid for a moment his potential victim would be chased away, but the pale child turned toward the other, speaking in a language foreign to the coyote. The prince smirked at his words, watching as he moved past him toward the hospital. "Samael," he offered simply to the rust-hued boy. Then, turning toward the first, "Are you not frightened?" he asked quietly, regarding the white wolfling. He could see the look of longing in his eyes—the desire to brave the shadows and explore the depths of the building, and this caused a faint smile to curve the edges of his lips. He would walk willingly into his hands and not even know it. Curiosity killed the cat, or canine in this case.
The puppy moved forward, intrigued by his presence and the hand extended toward him in a welcomg guesture. But before anything else could happen, another child came around the building, speaking loudly and arrogantly toward the first boy. Eyes narrowed, afraid for a moment his potential victim would be chased away, but the pale child turned toward the other, speaking in a language foreign to the coyote. The prince smirked at his words, watching as he moved past him toward the hospital. "Samael," he offered simply to the rust-hued boy. Then, turning toward the first, "Are you not frightened?" he asked quietly, regarding the white wolfling. He could see the look of longing in his eyes—the desire to brave the shadows and explore the depths of the building, and this caused a faint smile to curve the edges of his lips. He would walk willingly into his hands and not even know it. Curiosity killed the cat, or canine in this case.
09-06-2008, 11:02 PM
I'm going to continue as if James had Sirius leave. If this thread it too outdated and you want to close it, fine by me. I thought it was rather interesting. 
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Apollo stood beneath the ledge, gaining a bit of shelter from the rain. All the same, he wanted to go inside the building and see what its hallways had to offer. He was surprised when he saw the rust colored figure turn to leave, almost baffled that Sirius had actually done what Apollo had told him. Good, Apollo didn’t want his brother around anyways. He was just an annoying brat and the white pup knew he would have found a way to ruin his adventure in this strange place, with that wicked coyote.
"Kinda," he answered honestly, watching this stranger as if waiting for some sort of instructions. He turned his mismatched gaze on the door, wondering if there was anyway he could open it. He didn’t think so, and returned his gaze back to the frightening prince. "Will you open the door?"
09-07-2008, 05:16 PM
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whatever works. :]
The pale child longed for adventure and exploration. This amused the coyote. As a child, Samael had been his mother's blind little soldier, doing exactly what she told him and listening only to her words. Her words were law, her teachings the truth. She was his world, the way and the light. She taught him everything he needed to know and molded him into the perfect killing machine. Oh, how he missed her so. He could weep with his longing. This child was blind in a different way. His eyes were open, filled with curiosity and longing, but he didn't know. At least, not yet. The world was a cruel and vicious place, and one could never trust a stranger. They'd all turn on you and kill you in an instant anyway at the first chance given.
He smiled his angelic smile, looking for all like a benevolent angel of the light, rather than the prince of darkness he truly was, sated in bloodlust and murder. This boy could sense something of his darkness, though he gave no signs of recognition. A foolish choice on his own part, for it gave the coyote a chance to ensnare him. He watched the rust-hued child turn and walk away, turning his attention back toward his target. He admited his fear. Samael's smile grew. "It's alright to be afraid," he said softly. "Only fools, or those who truly have nothing to fear are not afraid. I doubt you fall into either category." Boy's gaze moved to the door and Samael rose, pushing it open and standing aside for the child. He gave the boy a small nod and a bow, guesting him toward the darkness within.[/html]
whatever works. :]
The pale child longed for adventure and exploration. This amused the coyote. As a child, Samael had been his mother's blind little soldier, doing exactly what she told him and listening only to her words. Her words were law, her teachings the truth. She was his world, the way and the light. She taught him everything he needed to know and molded him into the perfect killing machine. Oh, how he missed her so. He could weep with his longing. This child was blind in a different way. His eyes were open, filled with curiosity and longing, but he didn't know. At least, not yet. The world was a cruel and vicious place, and one could never trust a stranger. They'd all turn on you and kill you in an instant anyway at the first chance given.
He smiled his angelic smile, looking for all like a benevolent angel of the light, rather than the prince of darkness he truly was, sated in bloodlust and murder. This boy could sense something of his darkness, though he gave no signs of recognition. A foolish choice on his own part, for it gave the coyote a chance to ensnare him. He watched the rust-hued child turn and walk away, turning his attention back toward his target. He admited his fear. Samael's smile grew. "It's alright to be afraid," he said softly. "Only fools, or those who truly have nothing to fear are not afraid. I doubt you fall into either category." Boy's gaze moved to the door and Samael rose, pushing it open and standing aside for the child. He gave the boy a small nod and a bow, guesting him toward the darkness within.[/html]
09-09-2008, 03:54 PM
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Apollo was certainly not a fool. At least, he wouldn’t admit it. He eager trotted past the open door as that sinister coyote held it ajar. Once he got inside, he felt the darkness snare his throat. What on the outside had seemed so intriguing was now terrifying on the inside. He had thought his curiosity would drown most of his fear, but he could feel it rising in his throat like sour bile. He turned, finding that crimson stare, and hoping for some comfort. He found nothing, and so he took a few steps forward. He needed to show Sirius that he was brave. He wouldn’t let a little fear of the dark stop him from going further down the hall.
"What’s in here?" He asked, surprised when his voice sounded hollow as it echoed on the empty walls. The smell inside was strange, and Apollo couldn’t quite determine what it was. It smelled old – almost bad – if that was even possible.