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Scowling as always, the boy stalked along the sands, tail whipping in anger behind him as he went. His paws left perfectly formed prints in the light dusting of snow, but he didn't care what was happening around him; what he did care about was the healing scrapes and bruises from the fight with Arkham. It wasn't a pride thing that wounded him, but his need to be superior, coupled with his love of sadism, did not believe in admitting defeat. He had not, of course, but there had been an intervention, one which he would remove by force one day.
That day was not today, he reminded himself, and attempted to brighten his expression just slightly. Andre needed to keep up some form of, "happiness," in order to trick others into falling right into his hands; he would only keep them until they were all used up, and then he would drop them where they stood.
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[html] He had never, of course, been familiar with winter before, and he had no reason to see the drastic disappearance of snow as a blip in the data. However, the young boy was captivated by the sudden changes in weather and precipitation that occurred this particular winter, in this particular place that was new to him (evidently) in nearly every way. As he casually wandered his way around the territory, he found himself not feeling the slightest twinge of lonelines, as he was beginning to understand the positives of spending time alone, but when he discovered the scent of another boy on the breeze and caught a glimpse of him, he felt a raise in spirits. Jesile rolled his shoulders a little and sprung into a graceful trot, approaching the other boy who appeared scuffed. When he closed to a comfortable distance, he came to a full halt and regarded the other with a docile expression. "Hey," he offered. |
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His first reaction on being addressed was to turn, snarl, and leap on the other boy, but he held himself in check; it was possible that he would solely benefit from taking one of his first used fools. He turned, fixing his expression into one of passive pleasantry, and even managed to smile at the boy in a very convincing manner. His yellow eyes were as dead as ever, but he attempted to make himself look warm and welcoming, and was surprised at how easily he managed it, even when the monster of him was snickering in his chest.
Well, hi there, he said sweetly, cringing on the inside at how that sounded; would it really be worth it to use others, or to simply slash their throats out? Best way to know, he supposed, was to try it. You new here? As if he gave a shit in the world; he at least sounded the part of interested puppy.
it says, "hangman, i'm on to you"
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"Yeah. I came looking for my Dad, but he'd already been here and gone." It was useless information, nothing but small-talk, but the boy would have told anything about himself or his past to anyone, it didn't matter who they were. Telling this boy seemed like nothing more than the natural thing to do, as he had asked about an interrelated topic, and so very pleasantly. "Faolin invited me to stay," he added as almost an afterthought, but it meant a lot to him then, and still meant a lot to him now.
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Even holding up that illusion was difficult for the aggressive boy; in time, he knew, manipulation would come naturally. He would have preferred to have been given the skill over his murderous intentions any day, but it had all been fun while it lasted; Inferni wasn't much to him. It never had been, never would be; he could find a number of places to live by himself, with the occasional by passer to kill and maim, and be far more content with life. Still, there were perks to hanging around the clan's lands, so instead, he simply acted as if he had a place there; everybody who knew him knew otherwise.
Oh. He doesn't know you're looking for him? So sweet, so innocent sounding, a casual question that hid the bubbling desire to rip apart this other child without a second thought. He held himself in check; this would be the perfect start. He would rack up allies, doing nothing for them but promising them things he would never hold to, and he would never make a friend out of them, but if he played his cards right, they wouldn't know his intentions. On occasion, he might help one of them, just to keep the illusion alive.
But Andrezej was going to teach himself quickly, beginning with this boy, how to properly play them all for suckers.
Do you like Faolin? She's a fucking idiot. She's nice, huh?
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S'all good. :3[html] "No, he doesn't. He...lost his memory. Or something." Faolin had said it herself. His brow knitted with a lack of information to back that up, and information on what that would be like to lose one's memory. It didn't matter much in Jesile's case, because his father had no idea that his son had gone out on a childish rescue mission, but still, it would be nice to know what was going on with him right now. He felt in his heart, however, that the time would come when he would be able to ask his father about everything that had happened first-hand. Maybe Faolin would, too.
"She's kind of like...well, she's my sister." It felt natural to say that she was an adopted sister, but it felt just as natural to drop one word of that and say it like he meant it. To him, she was a sister, just like Tshepiso was. It didn't matter to him that they didn't share blood.
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Oh, he mused quietly, his inner self sneering at the thought. He was, in a way, a relative through Faolin, who went through Gabriel. No blood flowed between them, but nonetheless, he was closed into the intricate web that was the Lykois and Mogotsis. He smiled at this information, (masking it as an understanding simper) though he attempted to look sad about the father thing, and failed. He decided he'd simply let that sit; no harm done.
She's my half-brother's mate, he said informatively, as if either of them cared about him, or were of his concern at all. In reality, Andre wouldn't give a second thought to their deaths, but to muse on how much they deserved it, but it wouldn't do any good to tell the other coyote boy this.
Where do you think he went off to?
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[html] He hadn't actually met Gabriel, and he did not know much about him other than what Faolin had mentioned. He was the leader, the Aquila. He was Faolin's mate, and apparently as he had just learned, was this boy's half-brother. He was also important to Faolin (of course), and that meant to Jesile that he was implicitly important to him, as well. He would trust him just as he trusted Faolin, and yet had never met him. Only Jesile could have predetermined this without any first-hand experience with the other male, blindly following someone else's approval. He had no reason to doubt Faolin, just as he had no reason to doubt this boy's seemingly authentic disposition. Lack of doubt seemed anything but dangerous.
"D'no. Guess he could be anywhere by now, but I hope he's gone home." Because that might mean that he would discover his son missing, and perhaps set out to search for him with a mate and two other offspring close behind, in tow. Jesile could only hope.
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I hope so, too, then. Not really. Andrezej could really care less whether the boy ever found his missing father, or if he starved to death or something, though dearest Faolin would certainly not allow that to happen. Whatever. He wasn't so much focused on this one's life than on what he was good for, and it was a good time to find out. Without giving away his own bloodlust, his preference for torture over life, his love of maiming and killing, he could possibly gauge Jesile's worth.
Do you like hunting? The question seemed entirely out of the blue, and really, it was the way it seemed; sprung from the mind of a child with wandering thought tendencies. There wasn't anything else to talk about, and while he was struggling to make proper conversation, he knew that keeping the topics coming was the best way to do it. It would keep Jesile talking, and might give him the chance to decide upon how useful the other coyote would be.
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Was it a question of whether he liked killing the creatures or simply a wonderment of whether he enjoyed fending for himself? He was just like any other coyote, and would kill without a thought to feed himself... but did he like it? Then again, there was the adrenaline involved, the sheer rush of the chase, and the capture that would follow close behind if he was successful. Afterwards though, he would simply eat and be done with it. Did it mean that he enjoyed it in another sense, aside from the survival aspect of the concept? Thinking about it seemed ridiculous, really. Instincts just said "yes". So it didn't matter.
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Like all Lykois, Andre was recognizable by a few different things. Firstly, all of the Lykois had some form or other of insanity in them, and his was as clearly represented as anything else about him. Secondly, all Lykois were born into bloodlust, and even those incompetents such as Arkham who fought it, there was a calling in the desperate squeals of an animal held in their grip. All Lykois had a particular fighting style, one similar to that of all their other siblings, but one also individual, separating them as individuals.
He upheld all three of those, and his ears shifted when he heard the other coyote's answer. Very good... came the calculating murmur, eyes narrowing just slightly with the thin smile that wrought itself across his lips. He could use this one.
Tell me, would you want to help me catch something? We can share it, and talk about our lives. Sure, that's exactly what would happen.
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[html] Yes, that sounded like a fine idea to Jesile. At least the part about catching something and sharing it, because he couldn't think of a single thing to talk to the other boy about. He had been getting more and more accustomed to being alone, and had become quieter than he had once been. He was slowly coming toward the verge of adulthood, or feeling as though he was, and the questions he had were fading into the background while a slightly more reserved, thoughtful disposition was beginning to emerge. It was the era of discovering things for himself rather than seeking the outlook of someone else. Still, there was nothing wrong with talking, but then again, he had no idea he was being played either.
"I'd be happy to help," he replied with a smile, his enthusiasm admittedly just a little restrained.
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Awesome, the boy said in an all-too effusive tone. It struggled to remain as sweet and innocent as it could, as the real demon fought for control, but the hushed voice in his head was very good at soothing it. Hush, now, don't you cry; your time is drawing near. Perhaps if this had been war, he would have been more inclined to strike down those he would never trust without a second thought. For now, though, the young Lykoi would play them and strike them where he saw fit, and become a dangerous entity.
We'll go into the trees, there, he explained, gesturing with his head to the cover hiding over there, and see if there's anything bigger than a rat we can nab. He paused a moment to allow Jesile to absorb the knowledge before, with a chuckle that was a little more wild than need-be, the hybrid slunk forward toward the undergrowth lingering off the beach, paws churning the sand behind him as his pace increased to a jog.
Or maybe you can be the rat that I hear screaming. His smile grew wicked and twisted, and for a moment, he was glad his first little pawn was behind him.
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[html] Had he been more experienced with the behavior of others, the coyote might have been able to pick out the details that the other was unable to contain. As it was, he felt that Andrezej was rather pleasant, and in all likely hood, that was precisely what he might tell others if asked. It was better, in his opinion, to believe the best in everyone unless there was something truly sinister about them, or otherwise tantamount to danger. Little did he know, there was brewing potential in his new companion. He could not see it.
Jesile nodded, carefully striding forth and using smaller stature to his advantage, careful to be particularly sneaky in order to ensure that he would not disturb any creatures lying in the bush, and so as not to disappoint the hybrid. If his legs got in the way of himself, it could be disastrous. Today though, he felt different, as though grace had instated in his legs rather than the clumsy, blundering step he had not all that long ago. He followed the other boy with ease and awaited any last words. One of them would have to flush something out because of the tree growth, and the other would have to be right there to expertly snag it. |
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The slightly smaller Andrezej stalked carefully after Jesile, no plans unfolding in his mind that caught his particular interest, but all of those which did form being as interesting as anything else. He kept his body low, paws making barely any noise on the soft sand as they trod towards the undergrowth, and it was in this moment that he decided what had to be done. There would be no masking Andre's sinister hints, for he had been born into a world where they had come to him easier than anything else, a world where his family disliked him, where his father was nonexistent to him, where his mother abandoned him. Each of these events had shape Andre into the coyote he was, but unbeknownst to him, for he denied any sort of caring.
He didn't not know that he had cared, once upon a time, about them all so easily disliking him. He did not realize, either, that any of it would have made any difference. All he knew was what he'd learned, and was learning, and it was all violence; self-taught, seen, demonstrated. It all involved bloodshed but there was no quelling the thirst in him for the smell that drove him crazy.
You wanna flush it out? It would make sense if the older Mogotsi boy didn't want to. Andre was playing it safe, for the moment, all sweet, boyish grins and nice attitudes, but nobody knew for sure how long it would last in him. Could be mere minutes, could be days; could be no time at all before he turned.
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[html] Jesile did not respond as his instinct took hold of him, but headed carefully into the trees, alert for any movement or scent that he might catch on the air. He made certain that his feet did not disturb the undergrowth and debris that cluttered the vegetative floor, slinking his way between trees and over bits of wood, his eyes taking on a sharper look, his reflexes tuning into the task at hand. Soon enough, he came upon scent he recognized as prey, bigger than a rat. His ears flipped toward it, his muscles tensed slightly, and his nose zoned in on the creature that lay unsuspecting. That would not last long though, and the boy knew it. Quickly, he seized his opportunity.
He sprang, leaping toward it. The rabbit immediately took action to evade, heading in one direction and then another, attempting to confuse the coyote and successfully reach its burrow. Jesile drew back and lunged, skidding a little ahead of it, herding it toward the tree line where it would be exposed, and where Andrezej would be waiting. With one final skip and blocking of its most effective escape route, the creature was clear of the trees, instantly vulnerable. |
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On any other day, in any other lifetime, Andre would not catch the hare. He would, instead, wait for Jesile to burst forth and would attack the older coyote. However, it was not compassion or sympathy that made him reconsider, but rather, a need to have allies. They wouldn't be his friends, and he would turn on them in the blink of an eye, but as long as they thought he was their friend, it would work to his advantage. His toes flexed on the sand, ears swiveling in the directions of all of the sounds of scuffle that came forth.
One... Two... Gotcha!
The hare came flying out of the trees at the same moment Andre lunged forward, and his jaws snapped shut around the creature's scraggly neck. It squealed, nearly silent, kicking and struggling for an escape, but he held it down with a paw as easily as if it were a crab without claws. His body screamed at him to torture it, to removes its limbs while it still lived, but the fact that Jesile was almost out was enough to make him stop. He lowered his head and closed his teeth around the creature's neck, growling as he literally squeezed the life out of it.
It stopped kicking at about the same time he stood up, hare secured in his jaws. To one watching, it might've seemed like Andre actually cared enough to be friendly, but his intentions were never concrete, and it was all a ploy, anyway. He dropped the bloodied corpse on the sand and turned, ready to head off, but before he did, he turned his head and made sure Jesile knew it.
I need to go help my brother— Gabriel, the scumbag, —with something at the house that I promised him I'd do today. You can have the rabbit; you chased it out and all. And without another word of explanation he was off, loping away with the sinister smile on his face once more.
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[html] Emerging just as the rabbit gave its final kick, Jesile made his way calmly toward the other boy and the successful kill. When Andrezej spoke up about needing to help his brother, so suddenly, the champagne-eyed coyote gave him a look of curiosity, but shrugged it off, and as the other left, he snatched the neck of the dead animal up in his jaws and carried it elsewhere to eat it. |
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