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p> Itzal walked through the tunnels under Anathema. He had just come back home yesterday and so much had changed it seemed. But the changes had been recently, so he wasn't the only one reeling from the leaders departure. But Itzal believe that Aeron had it in her to be a good leader, possible better than even Naniko or Alaki. But only time would tell. Itzal would be willing to help out any way he could. He would happily lend her his skills as an assassin, something he was going into a business for. Itzal found that he rather liked the idea of being paid in whatever way he decided to kill someone. It seemed like the perfect job for him and Eztli. Hell, Eztli would even enjoy the killing a lot. Finally Itzal had found a use for his other personality. And a use that could get him noticed at that.

Itzal had just moved into a den in the underground tunnels. The tunnels always smelled of random members of the pack all mixed up together. And if Itzal took the time he could sort them out and pick out the ones he recognized. He immediately recognized Axelle's scent under all of the others but she was a special case. Most people's scents Itzal wasn't quite as familiar with. He sighed, walking around the underground tunnel's hallways, his thumbs hooked in his battered jeans pockets. He shook his head with a sigh, tremendously bored. He hadn't seen Axelle much since he their last meeting. And he still had the stupid limp from where she had shot him before she realized it was him. His leg was bandaged, and the bandgaes needed to be changed, but he didn't know how to do it himself. They had fresh and old blood on them and his leg hurt like all hell. So Itzal was forced to limp down the hallway trying to find something to entertain him.

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Medusa was beginning to hate the pack she lived in. She had nothing to do, because of this 'zepar' rank. She had no job, no way to show her worth to the pack. And she kept getting lost in the caves. That was her present state, actually, lost and having no idea where on Earth she might be. All she knew was that she was in Anathema and the damn caverns that would either lead to the hell-nest of eagles or possibly the den she had decided would be her home.

That is, it would be her home if she were able to actually make it there. Alive, preferably. She wandered throughout the twisting and winding caves and tunnels until she no longer knew which was was up and which was down. The Narrator was blessedly silent, retreating to allow her to figure out where the hell they were. Not that, of course, the internal silence was helping. If anything, it was making her scared and a little more insane than she was.

Loneliness can do many things to a person, and Medusa was taking it badly. She looked around and dry heaved, clutching her arms around her ribs. She felt naked without her cloak, and shivered violently. Her legs moving and tangling together, she stumbled into a run and tripped. Falling against the side of the cavern, she dry heaved again, retching violently. Her eyes wide, tears spilling out and soaking the fur around them, she sobbed.

Suddenly, a low, guttural moan wrenched itself from her gaping maw and she ran blindly ahead. She'd be able to escape the crushing loneliness, throw herself into Ksenija's arms and -- her thought was caught short as she slammed into someone tall and warm. Their hands caught up and grasped at Medusa's arms as she recoiled back and almost fell. She looked up -- and up -- and saw it was a Man who had caught her. Terrified by her experience in the caverns, a Man was the last thing she wanted to see.

Overcome by it all, she shrieked loudly and fought like a wildcat to escape, to flee, to find somewhere safe.


oh did I mention she's androphobic? and does not take being alone that well. and slight pp of him grabbing her arms, I can change if it's not okay :o


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PP was fine. ANd lol, you convinently forgot to mention that?

Itzal's leg was very annoying. The black hybrid didn't like being wounded. If he were to end up in a fight he would be at a major disadvantage. And since the male's world basically revolved around fighting, he was in a pretty bad spot. Luckily for him he wasn't a loner right anymore, he had returned home. The chances of him getting in a fight were lower in the pack than they were as a loner. So Itzal was hopeful his leg would heal up before he had to really use it for anything other than walking.

Itzal stopped when he heard something that sounded like someone being sick. He listened again but didn't hear anything until he heard some kind of moan. Itzal took a step forward to investigate and then a female came running towards her and ran into him. Itzal caught her by the arms, trying to steady her. The female appeared to be having some kind of panic attack. Itzal had no idea who the female was or why she was freaking out. He swore when she bumped his leg and tried to hold her still. He could feel the scab on his leg break open and fresh blood come out. He swore again, this female was already irritating him.

Then she only made it worse by freaking out. She started shrieking and struggling against him. Itzal didn't have a choice but to push her up against one of the tunnel walls and hold her arms at her side. He did that while keeping himself as far away from her as he could. He figured he would just have to hold her like this until she calmed down enough to realize he wasn't trying to hurt her. Itzal didn't have a problem restraining the smallish female other than the fact that his leg wasn't liking how much weight he was putting on it to hold her. He had to resist the urge to growl out of frustration, knowing that his growling would only prove to frighten her more. "Listen! Listen to me! I'm not trying to hurt you." He said, trying to reason with the girl. He wasn't sure why she was freaking out but he couldn't just let her go running through Anathema's tunnels like this. So he was stuck her until he managed to calm her down enough to talk.

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Medusa screeched and fought and was shoved against the cavern wall for her troubles. One of his legs was forced between hers and she started to sob. He was going to hurt her like she was in the church. He was going to take what was hers and leave her for dead in the cave, feeling used and dirty. Shudders wracked her body, shaking her form wildly.

Eye wild, her pupil dilated and dazed, she shoved her palms against his chest. Incoherent, broken sounds broke from her chest, half-growls and sobs. She was terrified. Medusa cried and asked why in Serbian, calling for her father and wanting him to make it better. But her father was gone, dead, burned in a fire when he gave her the last of his glassblowing knowledge. His last words were telling her he loved her.

Medusa sobbed wildly and beat upon his chest. No hurt! No hurt! she cried loudly, finally managing words. No want! No want this! she whimpered. She slid down the wall, wrenching her arms out of his hands and curling up. Her knees rested in front of her and she covered her face with her hands. Her ears twitched as she heard his words, finally, and she peeked out from her hands. No hurt? she asked warily, a sheen of unshed tears in her eye, an expression of wary distrust upon her scarred face.


well of course I'll not tell you until it's important. it makes threads funny Big Grin


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Itzal forced his leg between hers to try and help himself get better control of her. But that just seemed to make the female freak out even more. Itzal wasn't sure what her deal was but he held onto her. He could tell she thought he was going to do something bad to her but he wouldn't. She was a fellow packmate and Itzal wouldn't hurt his pack. Unless he had too. Eztli on the other hand, would kill anyone. Anyone at all. So this female was lucky it was Itzal she was dealing with and not his alter ego. Itzal could be civil. Eztli could take days to torture you before he finally killed you. They were the same and yet so very different at the same time.

Itzal sighed as she pushed against his chest with her palms. But Itzal was stronger than this female, even with his injured leg. So her palms did nothing to help her get away from him. Itzal felt bad when she started sobbing but he still forced himself to hold her until she was done with her freak out. Itzal was confused when she started shouting words in another language. He didn't know what to say or do in response, thinking that this was the only language the girl possibly knew. If so, then he was screwed, cause all he could speak was English.

Itzal was trying to think of what to do if this girl didn't speak English when she started to actually talk English. Itzal took this as a good sign, since at least now she was forming words he could understand. When he heard what she was saying he loosened his grip on her arms, realizing she was scared he was going to hurt her. Maybe even something worse. But Itzal wasn't the kind of person who would do that, no matter how evil he was. He had no need too, he could get it if he wanted through charms.

When he loosened his grip she was able to jerk her arms out of his hands and she slid down the wall. Itzal took a step back and sighed, stepping back to the opposite wall and sliding down it as well. He glanced at her when he heard the question in her voice. He took in her single eye, the other gone and in its place was a nasty looking scar. Itzal shook his head and sighed, "No hurt. If I had wanted to hurt you, you would be hurt already. And chances are you would be dead already." He said in a matter of fact voice. He looked at her, trying to judge if she was done freaking out or not. It seemed like the worst of it was over. So he could relax a little. "I'm Itzal." He said, grinning at the female and laying his head back against the stone wall to look up at the ceiling. It was a dark color that made Itzal think of his fur. And his soul.

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Lol turns out I actually need 11 IC posts now hahaha.


He wasn't going to hurt her? Medusa didn't understand that, but decided she'd try to trust him, just a little. It didn't seem like he was a type of person who would let her leave their encounter together unscathed, but she noticed that he had a wound on his leg. He probably didn't want to risk hurting his leg worse by beating her or using her. She lifted her lips a little in a threat. If he got near her again, she'd be forced to take action. With her claws. And maybe her teeth.

As he sat down opposite of her, she wrapped her arms around her legs and stared at him warily. She didn't trust him, believed she never would. At that point in her life, Medusa wanted nothing more than to not trust him. So she wouldn't trust him or make any attempt to. Her eye widened and she blanched as she heard what he said, so she scootched away to as close to the wall as she could possibly get, as far from him as possible.

His name was Itzal? What kind of excuse for a name was that? Medusa held back derisive laughter. "I Medusa," she spat at him. The only reason she would tell him her name was they were pack members, a sort of family as it were. Though she did not want to be family with him, the semi-literal black sheep of their family. He would easily hurt her, and could do so at any moment! She did not want to trust him.

She gave him a stink eye and sniffed haughtily. She wasn't going to ask why he was there, with her, in the caves, because she figured he'd say something about finding a victim to use. She wasn't going to be a victim. She was strong and didn't need anyone to help her with anything. The person she wanted to help her though, seemed to stop caring about helping Medusa, though. "I tell on you to Ksenija she said, but she care no longer," she finished sadly. Ksenija was falling out of love with the Serb.


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Lol, how did it go from 3 to 11?


Itzal didn't need to move a muscle to hurt the scarred girl. He had over 4 throwing knives with him in his pouch. Which was three more than he would kneed to put a knife between the girls rib cage or right through her throat. Or, if he was feeling particularly cruel, her last eye. So the fact that his leg was wounded wasn't what was keeping him from the girl, it was the fact that he didn't feel the need to hurt her right now. She was pack which meant she was family. Itzal wouldn't hurt his family unless they forced him too.

Itzal laughed some when the female lifted her lips at him. He just grinned at her in his cocky way. He was still grinning when he saw the effect his words had on her. He saw the fear in her eye and he liked it. Itzal was a predator, just like most, if not all, wolves were. And Itzal saw everything as his prey, even other wolves. He liked the fear she showed and so did Eztli. When he saw her fear he began to whisper in Itzal's own mind. Eztli wanted this one. Let me have her. I can make her beg for death. It would be so easy, imagine seeing the pain in her eye. The fear as she knows that death is so close. You want it too, it calls to you. Eztli said, his voice cruel and sweet at the same time. If Itzal wasn't use to having the monster he shared his body with talk to him, he would have broken. But Itzal's control was good right now. Even with Eztli growing more restless everyday since Axelle had survived him, Itzal could still control him. Eztli hadn't been talking much lately. He knew just as well as Itzal that they couldn't go out hunting stronger prey, the kind Eztli would enjoy killing, until it had healed. But Eztli was willing to settle for her.

Itzal just smiled at the girl, who had no idea of the inner battle going on in Itzal's head. One that could very well decide if she lived or died. And her survival all depended on Itzal's control. Itzal smiled at her as she introduced herself. He wondered about her weird form of speech but then recalled how she had spoken another language earlier. It was very possible English wasn't her first tongue. "Medusa? That's an interesting name." He said, cocking his head to the side as he wondered where she came from.

He smiled at her, and leaned his head back against the wall again. He listened to her talk in her weird way. She was going to tell on him and the way she said it reminded him of a little pup. He had to hold back a laugh. Instead of laughing he looked at her, opening one eye to look her in hers. "Tell on me for what? I haven't done anything to you yet. And we won't hurt you." Itzal said, slipping into plural in the last sentence without even realizing it. He did that sometimes, when Eztli was close to the surface. Sometimes, like now, he never even noticed. He was use to having two people in his head. "And who is Ksenija?" He asked, not recognizing the name. This female was proving to be very strange. But then again, this was Anathema, strange people were the normal here. And normal was strange. So maybe, by that logic, this female was turning out to be very normal. Itzal closed his eyes and thought about that, trying not to confuse himself in the process.

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She peered at him in the darkness he seemed to blend into. She wanted to kill him. Her fingers itched to wrap around a blade and quietly slit his throat. She hated him, saw him as the epitome of why Men were not to be trusted. He was large and dangerous and could kill her at any moment. She knew it, and she knew that at some point she would have to kill him. If she didn't, she knew he would come after her and hunt her down.

Hunt her like a puppy would hunt down a rat, like a wolf pack would a deer. She smiled grotesquely behind her legs, out of his sight. They were a wolf pack, a pack of wolves, of coyotes, of dogs, of monsters. They were all monsters, each and every one of them. He was going to kill her. She would have to keep herself safe. At all costs, she'd have to keep herself safe.

He was a monster especially, she thought, the man Itzal, the monster Itzal. He was a night monster creeping out of inky darkness to ravage the women and eat the children. One had whispered to her from the doorway, unable to get in and take her as a child because of the freshly slaughtered lamb in front of the door. He had whispered and whispered, little oily hisses slipping into her mind. He wanted her to go outside so he could eat her sweet flesh and break open her bones to suck out the rich marrow.

The man in front of her was not a man, he was not a wolf. He was a monster and he was going to kill her or worse and he was going to eat the children of the pack. She stared at him, her eye glowing slightly in the darkness and ignored his questions, watching him, making sure he wouldn't attack.


Sigh, Rose stopped posting for the night.


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rawrarar

Itzal was a monster with control. He kept control of his inner monster the best he could. But he was a hunter. And fear made him hungry. And this female was afraid of him, or at least she was at first. It had made him hungry for her blood. Itzal felt the urge to tear out the girl's throat and lap up the blood as it stained her fur. It would be too easily, injured leg or not. But Itzal forced himself to suppress the urge, because this female was pack. Which meant she was family. And Itzal was trying to learn not to hurt his family.

Itzal waited for some kind of response to what he had said. He raised an eyebrow at the female, but she appeared to be unwilling to answer him. So he repeated himself, "What are you going to tell on me for exactly?" He asked again as he looked at what little of the female he could see.

"And who is Ksenija?" Itzal asked, laying his head back against the wall. He had repeated the questions to see if this time he would get an answer. Or maybe this female would just sit behind her pulled up legs and hate him. Maybe eventually he would get tired of waiting and just decide to go ahead and kill her. Maybe he would get to taste her blood after all. He could rip the meat from her bones. Or maybe he would just sit here and imagine what her flesh would taste like.

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whoo tables I haven't used in forever, HO


Medusa stared at him with her eye glinting in the darkness. She was wary. He was a monster out to kill her and she knew it. If she had children -- thank the Kraljica she didn't -- he would kill her in front of them and then eat their flesh. Or worse, as one monster did back home, to her mother's sister, keep her fat with child and eat the babies he forced on her.

The reasons the Serb didn't trust men were myriad and complex. Her father had made a pair of daggers for her, deliciously sharp and made of fine glass he had tempered somehow -- a secret he told her she'd learn for herself in time -- and were hard to break. She wished she had them, her fingers twitched as she imagined having them with her. She silently promised to herself that she'd create a new pair of daggers and mix Armani's caustic venom into one to kill silently and Eszter's in the other to torture.

She tilted her head as the man, Izzle, or whatever, repeated his questions. She didn't like his tone. He spoke as though she was stupid. He spoke as though she was a child, one who had no inkling of his language, the pathetic English they spoke here, so inferior to her native Serbian. For want of kill me I tell. I know you how think. She was not stupid. She knew exactly what he was thinking, had seen it in his eyes, had seen it in the eyes of many before him.

She looked up with a sneer wrinkling the fine flesh of her muzzle, twisting her scars to a more grotesque expression of sheer hatred and violent urges. She not of concern to you. She know nothing. Medusa smiled insanely, her eye gone vacant as she spoke for both the people inside her head. He up here, she whispered, crawling forward slightly and tapping the side of her head, He know you not hurt us. We know you not hurt pack. Her voice got deeper and guttural as the other being spoke for her in clear English. I have no such concern, pathetic creature.

Medusa blinked and shook her head wildly, further tangling her hair, and leaned back with a shiver.



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Itzal wasn't sure what was going on in the girl's head but he could sense her hatred for him. It went a long with the fear she had felt before. He acted as if he was unaware of her loathing him, giving her a smile. He felt like he was on the hunt. She was the prey and he was the hunter. It would be so easy. So very very easy. You know you want too. She is nothing to you. Who cares about pack and family, none of that matters when you have the chance to kill. Lead her to death's embrace. Or better yet, let medo it. You just have to sit back and watch. Eztli said, his words sweet in Itzal's ear. Itzal smiled at the thought, a cold, predatory smile. His eyes were probably a light yellow in the darker cave. They always seemed to be lighter when Eztli was close to the surface. Or maybe that was just something Itzal's mind came up with.

He didn't do what he wanted to do oh so badly. He wanted to leap across and rip out the girl's throat. But he didn't, he stayed sitting where he was, watching her like a cat watches a mouse. A very cautious mouse. When she finally spoke he didn't really understand her. Something about her knowing he wanted to kill her. Was it really that obvious? He wondered, taking a deep breath to calm himself. When he looked back towards her he noticed the expression on her face. It had changed.

There was something different about the female now. Like she wasn't truly here. When she spoke, it was in third person. When she moved Itzal's eyes followed her. She talked as if someone was in her head. Just like there was someone in Itzal's head. Itzal realized, with a cruel smirk, that the girl had a voice in her head. At least, so far it seemed like a voice. Itzal didn't know if it could take over her body like Eztli did his. And Eztli was close, him and Itzal were almost in sync when the girl called them pathetic. Itzal growled, low and menacing. "You think you know us. You're wrong. We try not to hurt pack. Doesn't mean we never do." Itzal said, showing his teeth with a growl. He hadn't realized he had slipped into plural again, "There is a part of us that doesn't care about family. Itzal ran his claws on the ground and smiled. "Be careful not to make us lose control." He said, waiting for the crazy girl's reply.

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IT'S SHORT BECAUSE YOU WERE MEAN. and used a scrolly table.


She wished she had a knife, any knife. She could easily just lash out and slit his throat without a thought. She had done it so many times, playing defenseless terrified woman only for them to die at her feet while their blood soaked her pale fur. She was quick, faster than the average wolf, and agile, too.

He leaned towards her and whispered menacingly and she leaned forward as well, her eye wide. She grinned lazily at his threats and laughed shortly. Of much funny, of much funny! You are for entertain me. I think this... she paused for a while, searching her limited vocabulary for a word. I think this entertain, she said, settling on an already spoken word. Medusa didn't care if she sounded smart or not, she knew where she sat on the scale of idiots and geniuses.

She laughed some more at Izzle's threats and wiped her eye that had started to tear up at her mirth. He was a funny man, she decided, despite the fact that he was obviously going to try and eat her children. She would just slaughter lambs, if she ever had a baby. That would keep him out unless she invited him in.



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Itzal watched as the crazy girl started to laugh at his threats. Itzal was tempted to growl at the female but then he stopped and thought about it. This little thing was laughing at him, he thought with a smirk, he, who would kill her without remorse if it came down to it. He leaned back and laughed. It was cold and hard, but still real. She had guts, he had to give her that. And Itzal could respect that. Staring death in the face is a hard thing to do. Maybe it was because she was crazy and didn't understand that if he honestly wanted her dead, nothing would stop him. She could laugh all she wanted but if he honestly wanted her dead, she could laugh until the moment he decided to end it.

He looked her over once more and shook his head, but gave a rueful smile, before saying with that smile "Glad I can entertain you. You have some balls you know. Most people who laugh at me end up being my dinner. But you..." He smirked, "You amuse me. You are as crazy as me, maybe." Itzal said as he laid his head back and laughed again. And just like that, Eztli was forced down below the surface. He was also amused that the girl had laughed. But he was amused because he didn't think she believed he would kill her. He wanted to prove to her that he would. Itzal could feel that his relationship with Medusa would be tedious as best. Eztli would always want to kill her now.

"So Medusa, who is Ksenija? You never told me." Itzal talked as if he was talking to anyone else, even though the girl seemed to have a hard time understanding the way English worked.

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