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Kai Aiolos · 01-11-2010, 09:13 PM

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For Sie, backdated to 1/7. Word Count: 811

In Character

Kai had been left alone after joining this new pack, and spent the next few minutes exploring the area immediately after the borders. He was finding that the area was a combination of thick forests and wide, open areas—places that no doubt bore flowers in the summer, given the dull and dry stalks his feet were kicking up as he went. There was certainly a spring in his step; Kai was elated! He had come out of the unknown are behind him, scarred and lacking any sort of purpose, and now he was in a place he intended to call home, following a strong man and knowing for certain he would be able to find both his purpose and greatness in this place. War made heroes, and it could make a hero out of exiled, useless Kai…who no longer considered his family a part of his world, and made the resolve to erase them from memory. The scars on his haunches could be related to anything. A bear, maybe…yeah, they could be from a bear. Big bad Kai managed to escape from a bear. Or maybe some wolf that looked at him wrong and ended up dead. Something cool like that, yeah.

Of course, his first night had been unpleasant. Unfamiliar with the area Kai had eventually found a small abandoned fox den and forced his still lanky body into it. His body just managed to fit, and he ended up falling asleep and dreaming of nothing. The cold did not manage to break into his small sleeping space, and until he woke the next morning he was not at all bothered by it. Of course, once he managed to crawl out into the snow he was greeted with a blast of freezing wind and winced, baby blue eyes shut against it and he let out a faint whine. Though this cold was not entirely unfamiliar, it was still unpleasant to wake to. The arctic fur his father had left him was enough to keep his body warm, and now Kai was intend on finding himself breakfast. Shaking the sleep from his coat he made his way back to the wide opened area, deciding that it would be the best place to find something small and fast. He could not take down a deer on his own, and he knew this fact was something that made him less then an outstanding hunter. Rabbits were more his style, because they were easy for him to take down in one snap as opposed to wearing himself out chasing a long legged deer that could, no doubt, get out of his reach long before he caught it. Though stamina was no problem for the young wolf, he intended to keep his strength up for the necessary fights that came when chasing off coyotes from their kills (which were no doubt scavenged, given their natures). Besides, if it came down to a coyote eating or Kai eating, well, there was no option at all.

For the next half an hour Kai stalked around the open area, following rabbit tracks. There were well over a dozen, and he was working on tracking down the freshest one of these. There was a youthful impatience in his walk, something that was apparent given the fact he was so hungry. Kai needed food, and he needed to eat soon. Luckily, soon was this morning. As he crunched down on the cold snow, a large hare suddenly sprang out of the drift, and began rushing away from him. Without hesitation the timber wolf took off after it, large paws spread wide in order to carry him over the snow, rushing towards the frightened animal. Their chase did not last long; Kai sprang onto the scrambling animal and pinned it, jaws clamping down with a sudden ferocity that had not displayed itself in his body before. Blood rushed into his mouth, and doggishly, the wolf shook his head, loving the sensation of bone and cartilage cracking under his grip. When he was satisfied with this, he began tearing the fur from the skin, ripping this off of meat and looking for the hot organs that he intended to consume. He ate quickly, and ate everything he could, leaving behind only scraps of fur. With the taste of victory in his mouth, Kai cleaned off his face and made his way away from the murder scene.

His legs took him away from the field, moving deeper into Dahlia de Mai’s territory. As he went, the scents became more varied; there were well over a dozen unique scents here, but none quite as prominent as Haku’s. Deciding that his best bet might be to move towards where the mass of these originated from, the tawny wolf picked up his pace to a steady trot, nearing the inner sanctum of the Dahlian territory.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 04:20 AM

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Morning came, and with it Sicarus rose. He was almost strictly diurnal—asleep at an insanely early time and waking practically with the dawn on most days. Though he preferred the daylight, the Italian wolf was not above slinking around in the shadows of night. It was infinitely easier to stalk one's prey, and they tended to be out and about far more often, as prostitutes and whores generally preferred to walk in the evenings. So great was their crime they chose to hide it and cover it up with shadow—such a thing did not matter to Sicarus. He could smell it in their blood; most women were just barely a step above a prostitute to Sicarus anyway. There were none worthy of even the air they breathed; for all he cared they could all burn for eternity—and if he had his way, they would.

Thanks to spending the night curled up at the base of a tree shivering, the wheat-colored wolf sought to further explore his new homeland, and hopefully discover some kind of permanent residence. He did not wish to endure another night of freezing cold, and he grumbled to himself as he wandered amongst the trees, already sour from having a poor night's sleep. For one who had grown up in a world of books and beds and candlelight, the cold darkness of a night spent in the wilderness was absolutely nerve-wracking, awakening instincts Sicarus did not even know he still possessed. Even during his wanderings the male was far more used to sleeping in an alleyway rather than the open forest. There was a certain familiarity to the city's din—this wild place held he could recognize.

There was something, though—the coppery scent of blood came to the wolf, wafting over the icy winter's breath. Sicarus was something of a shark; he could detect that smell anywhere. It drew him like bait, quickening his gait into a fast lope. Disappointment crowded him when he saw there was nothing more than a spindly yearling licking the last of his breakfast from his lips. In a moment Sicarus had assessed him and found him unworthy, and almost kept walking in the other direction, but a pressing need to know his clanmates drove him nearer to the stranger, slowing down as he approached. There was a good chance this wolf had been here a great deal longer than he Sicarus himself, and whatever information this weakling might provide could come in handy—maybe.

"You there," the man called out, already arcing his tail, his head held upwards in the cocky expression of dominance that came to him so instinctively. In his Optime form, Sicarus was rather short, but he towered over the Lupus, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. This was not Haku; this man deserved nothing from Sicarus de Ericeto. The off-gold man caught up to the other canine. "Have you lived here long?" Sicarus did not even realize the great fault of wolf hierarchy he might have committed here—were the other canine actually ranked above him, the tawny Gazon's showy arrogance would have earned him a quick smack to the head and a nice trip to the frozen dirt.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 04:37 AM

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In Character

By all accounts, and though he would not wish to think of himself as such, Kai was nothing more then a follower. He belonged low below those who were his superiors in strength and wisdom, knowing instinctively that the best means of survival would be making sure those who could defend him—those who could defend whatever home he currently inhabited—were in charge. He was young and inexperienced and green. No part of him was tailored for survival, much less war, and he had no education outside of the knowledge of how to hunt and how to kill, and these were mediocre at best. Still, it had kept him alive, and that was all that really mattered.

It was only at the strangers voice that Kai became aware of his presence, turning sharply, like a fawn startled by an unfamiliar noise. The man that was approaching him was not Haku, but nearly as impressive to the young wolf. He stood tall (comparatively), broadly built with a coat a few shades darker then Kai’s own. His eyes were a startling copper, and held no humor in them. Though he did not know it, the stranger was as new as he was. Instinctively, though, Kai believed that the way he carried himself suggested a higher rank. Taking one step back, ears fanning towards his tail, the tawny boy shook his head. “No, I just joined.” Yesterday, to be exact, when he had found Haku Soul. Unsure of how his newcomer status placed him in regards to this man, Kai obeyed the wolfish instincts that told him to submit, not willing to risk his health against someone who had a height and weight advantage over him (currently, though all accounts Kai would outweigh and stand taller then the much smaller Italian wolf).

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 04:58 AM

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The answer to his question brought about a disappointment, and the tawny-furred werewolf could not lift his lip in a sneer of disgust. What had this thing done to deserve Haku's good grace? Sicarus could not see any outward indication of strength from the other canine; there still seemed to be a gangly look of adolescence about him, a sweetness in his pale blue eyes that was so different from the glinting sapphires of his Rosen's gaze. There was infinite hardness and strength in the chocolate-furred leader's eyes; there was only weakness and a girlish softness here.

"Oh." The word was said with some amount of disdain, that same look apparent on the Gazon's face. He crossed his arms and appeared rather irritated, considering for a brief moment whether or not to simply whirl on his heels here and seek a more pleasant company—Haku, perhaps. Something in the creamy-furred wolf told him, however, that the Rosen had better things to deal with than his petty questions. If this was the best company he could find, however, Sicarus thought he was probably far better off alone.

The other canine's submission was not lost on Sicarus, and he gloated over it for a moment, his tail lifting higher and a sort of smirk settling over his coal lips. Maybe there was a use for this canine after all? Anything that inflated Sicarus's ego was a good thing. "At least we've got a smart leader," the wolf said, shrugging as he delivered something of a rather under-handed insult to the other canine. He had meant to exalt his leader, anyway—the added benefit of insulting the other canine had only occurred to Sicarus after the fact, though it was certainly plausible one might consider his speech as merely intended to spur conversation.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 05:15 AM

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In Character

There was distaste in his companion’s face, but Kai barely caught it. His eyes did narrow slightly, but it was not a malicious thing, instead only a perplexed sort of expression that suggested he wasn’t quite sure what was wrong with the stranger. Perhaps he had eaten something sour, and his stomach had begun to bother him. If that was the case it certainly sucked for him, but Kai had no knowledge of healing. Kai didn’t really have knowledge of much at all, but he was going to make a point in order to learn and learn quickly. Haku had asked him—no, ordered him to kill, and Kai would do his best to make sure he did not disappoint his all too worthy leader. Haku Soul was a man worth killing for, if only because he was such a might to be reckoned with. No part of that had been overlooked by young Kai here.

Oh sounded peculiar, as if the words couldn’t make their way out of his mouth without catching on his teeth. Still, the malicious tone was missed by the two year old, who continued to look up at his companion with those baby blue eyes and no sense that he hadn’t been what the wolf had wanted to see. Once he was satisfied that they had crossed the strangers border, and begun a conversation, his ears lifted and he focused his eyes on the Italian’s own, finding their color interesting but not as remarkable as Haku’s had been. Every wolf he had seen up until this point had either carried yellow, brown, or a muddled mixture of these shades. His own blue eyes made him unique, and he knew this was a sign of something special. “Oh yeah,” Kai said, suddenly perking up at the mention of their chocolate alpha. “He’s really something. Have you lived here long? I’m Kai, what’s your name?” His voice, that light boyish tenor, was smooth and pretty, but unfit for the terrible darkness that lived in Dahlia de Mai.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 06:20 AM

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There was still that creeping desire to up and walk away from this other canine; he wasn't worth enough in Sicarus's eyes to be considered friend. There was barely enough substance here to call this wolf packmate—it was only by virtue of Kai's size that Sicarus did not laugh at the other canine in the face. For his malice and arrogance, Sicarus was not an incredibly stupid canine most of the time, and he realized that the simple advantage of size and strength might prove overpowering, even if Kai had no idea how to fight other than to flail his limbs around madly. Sicarus was a very slight, almost waif-like canine, and he did not laugh in the face of clear advantages.

The other Dahlian spoke, his voice still sounding rather young. It would seem they did have something in common after all: a mutual liking for their leader. That was something. The smirk on Sicarus's face turned slightly more reverent and less sarcastic, and the wolf nodded his head almost solemnly at that, though the rapid-fire speech of the other canine immediately following his statement about Haku caused the look on Sic's face to again twist downwards, annoyance beginning to show on his features. He was regretting coming over to this canine at all now—what was the difference between this man and a woman?

"Sicarus," he said simply. Last names were apparently unnecessary here, and Sic wanted to meld in with the crowd as best as he could. There was no point in drawing attention to himself. "I just arrived, myself," he responded. "Have you seen Haku?" he asked, feeling somewhat awkward about requesting information from a canine such as Kai. Sicarus should not have been asking the other Gazon anything, much less anything relative to their leader. Still, if Sicarus wanted to find his leader, this seemed about the best way to do it. It was better to have some kind of starting point rather than simply wandering around without a purpose.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 06:45 AM

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By all accounts, Kai was indeed young. Two was hardly an adult, and it showed in the way he moved and his still light, airy voice. In time, this would deepen, and his wide eyed visage would turn cruel and wicked with the wear of war. These days were coming, but he knew not of them. For now, there was only the need to find home, to find others, and to make himself useful. While he did not believe he would be able to do much, something was better then nothing and at least doing that would make a name for himself. The stranger, now identified as Sicarus, did not seem to share his enthusiasm. This was peculiar, given how he had previously been so interested in discussing their mutual alpha.

This man was new as well, which gave the Gazon hope that he was not the only stranger in the area. He could not tell, but he wondered if Sicarus had managed much exploration yet. Hopefully he had, and could point the tawny wolf in the right direction. If not, he would follow his initial assessment and trace the scents to where they were most powerful. “I haven’t,” he admitted, and then shifted his weight on his feet, suggesting he was intending to move. “But I figure he’s probably busy, so I was going to see if I could find anyone else. Would you like to come with me?” Bright eyed and bushy tailed, Kai’s face was asking for the companionship now more then ever. He wanted to make friends, and more importantly, he needed to make allies. They were, after all, at war. Sicarus looked like he could handle himself, and this was the image that Kai wanted to be able to send out to the whole world.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 07:02 AM

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There was effortless arrogance in every facet of Sicarus's being; he was right, he was absolute, he was convinced and certain in everything he did—it was not possible for Sicarus to make a mistake. He would be absolved of all of his sins so long as he asked that forgiveness; whatever acts he committed that God might frown upon, he committed them to better His earth. Prostitutes and whore scum did not deserve the soil and air He had made for mankind, and each night as Sicarus prayed for his forgiveness he ranted and raved at his beloved god and told him of these horrible deeds, endless words and paragraphs and novels falling from his head silently as he filled the void with words. Of course, there never was an answer, but Sicarus required none. He did not need reassurance to know he was right, after all.

The monastery was a distant echo in the wolf's mind, but their training, the way they'd ingrained into every fiber of his being what he was and where he'd come from, that had not left him so easily as memory, and he found himself acting in the very same ways he'd kept his whole life, though whether this was out of comfort or simple programming Sicarus could not say. He was educated but he did not consider things in such abstract terms, nor did he consider philosophy very much. Such was the beauty of faith—he was utterly, completely blinded by it, driven to act for a blended Leader-God figure that he could not discern from the sky or Haku himself.

The other canine was speaking again, and Sicarus forced his attention, still hopeful the other canine might contain something useful. With his first sentence, the Gazon had discerned there was virtually nothing good about this other canine. His youth made him moldable, but Sicarus was not a leader. He had no desire to shape and make someone into something they were not—then again, if Kai were to force himself along for the ride, there was nothing Sic could do about it. Bright orange eyes flickered to the other canine's face, a look almost like confusion appearing briefly on the tawny canine's features. Who else is there but Haku? he wondered to himself. From the scents around the pack the male had determined it was mostly women around here. Perhaps Haku kept them as his harem, which, although disgusting to Sicarus, was within his right as leader. Haku could do no wrong.

"Ah. He should be busy, a leader is always busy," the wolf said, once again that reverence creeping into his voice. "Though if we'd be so lucky, he might deign to stop for just a moment and deliver instructions to us." Coming from anyone else, the words might have been sarcastic—Sicarus meant them wholeheartedly. Who was he, who was Kai compared to Haku? To even speak to these lowly Gazons, their Rosen was lowering himself and granting a favor onto the subordinates. "I think I'll seek him out myself," the wolf said, still with that sniffing tone of condescension about him. He turned, and found he had no idea where to stomp off to. This caused him a moment of hesitation, vexing Sicarus. He was not used to uncertainty.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 07:22 AM

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No part of Kai’s history mattered here. He had come, absolved of all past mistakes, and found his purpose in a blue eyed man that could lead him to glory. Like all boys, he was quick—he read the man before him and while he had found power in his initial form, the moment he saw doubt, he saw weakness. A terrible and cruel smile broke over his face, parting his jaws and revealing white teeth that had, just weeks before, cut into his own family’s flesh and blood. His worthless brother and whore mother had both tasted the same; like cowardice and fear. They had been terrified they would loose their power and their lives. Kai was not afraid of these things, not so long as he would die in a blaze of glory so the world might know his name.

His eyes, too, darkened considerably—almost an entire shade. It was, truly, as if something dark and devilish inside of him had been stirred by that singular act. Doubt. It was a weakness and unforgivable. As much as Sic had shown his contempt, it was nothing compared to the sudden ferocity that rose into Kai’s long legged body and pushed forward. He bumped one shoulder roughly into the darker timber wolf’s leg, slapping this same body part with his tail as he moved, snake like, to circle in front of his companion. That wicked smile clung to his face as if it had been carved there. The boy was all but gone; there was only a wicked little monster who had no patience and no sympathy for weakness here. “You don’t know much about tracking, do you?” He asked, contempt rising in his tone. His eyes were twin topazes, glittering with a dark fire that barely looked alien on his boyish face.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 07:28 AM

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It had taken Sicarus a very long time to come to this far side of the world. He had roamed over Europe, darting from city to city and avoiding the hell out of Itality. There was no point in heading back there—whatever home he'd once known in the monastery was dead, and his brothers would find him a complete stranger, even the very canines whom he'd grown up with. There was no sadness in this for Sicarus, for he had hardly felt an emotional connection to those canines. They were less his brothers and more just heavy, snoring voices in the night, really. Sometimes he could not even tell them apart, especially when just their muzzles stuck out from beneath their hoods, obscuring even the brilliant reflections in their eyes from the candlelights.

He had seen a lot, but there was something still very inexperienced and young in Sicarus. For his training, he knew nothing of being a real canine, living in a pack, anticipating and reacting to others' emotions. There was only the golden wolf's rolling arrogance and the complete certainty that at all times he was right, right, right—didn't matter now. He didn't know where to go, and that was apparent to the other canine. In a moment there was a rough tough against Sicarus's fur, one he very nearly recoiled at. He was not used to being touched; he generally did the touching, and it was never pleasant for those on the receiving end, and it usually ended in blood.

The strange creature who appeared before him was nothing like the child he'd turned his back on; there was some strange underlying strength to the other canine now, some different light to his eyes that had seemed a puppyish shade just moments before. Now there were reflections of Sicarus's leader, and as the tip of the other wolf's tail whipped against that same spot now Sicarus did flinch, surprise evident on his face. The words were even spoken differently, and a quivering uncertainty entered the Gazon's face at the question. "I've never needed it before," he said defensively, still clinging to the notion that he was the dominant canine by mere virtue of who he was.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 08:10 AM

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Kai did not know wickedness as he knew the world. There was no realm for good or evil, only those who were weak and those who were not. Weakness was evil to him—it was unforgiveable and belonged to subordinates and those who would bow their heads in the presence of greatness. Haku Soul was a great man; he radiated power, much as this man before him had. Except for that slip up, he might have been considered someone who was superior to young, untrained Kai. But Sicarus did not know how to track, and this told Kai he must not know much about anything at all. Without any trace of an accent, without his robes or history to speak for him, all Kai knew was that this arrogant little man was not so mighty after all.

His face remained serene, as undisturbed as liquid glass, showing no hint of malice or anything to suggest he was at all uncomfortable. Kai looked pleased, and certainly looked as if he was not at all considering what it would take to displace this wolf from whatever his position was. Likewise, Kai’s world had no room for weakness in leaders; the moment he saw it, he would overthrow it, unless an even greater will demanded otherwise. His brother had been weak, a sniveling coward who only managed to worm his way to the top courtesy of their whore mother and her favors. She had no room for Kai in her heart—Kai whom did not resemble his bastard father and instead looked like a true wolf, like he had been born of earth and bough and belonged not to some barren snow desert but instead to the forest, where they belonged.

Sicarus’ tone betrayed him. Predatorily, like a vulture circling a dying animal, Kai’s feet began to move, scenting the air around them. He did not smell fear yet, but he had heard that vocal pitch before. His brother had used it, right before Kai had turned and tried to rip out his throat. It was a damned shame he had missed. “So how do you intend to find Haku then, hm? Gonna wander around and cry like a lost pup lookin’ for your mommy?” It was a vicious jab, and Kai’s tone had taken the air of a mean spirited child, intent on causing as much harm as possible with his silver tongue.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 08:24 AM

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It was not often that Sicarus was confronted with his own weakness so blatantly—there were few he associated with to begin with, and generally he acted so damn brotherly toward those he did consider worthy of his attentions they would hardly stoop to point out the tawny wolf's flaws. The strange creature now circling about him in an aggressive manner was almost a stranger from the canine Sicarus had met just moments before; the tawny-furred wolf hardly knew what to make of this canine now facing him down. The other canine's words were more than enough to spur Sicarus to rage, and he petulantly crossed his arms again, folding them tightly against his chest and growling softly in his chest.

"I don't know about you," Sic sniffed, leveling his orange-yellow gaze at the Gazon, pausing to add emphasis to his words. "But I don't have a mother," he said, crowing over this fact as if it were a jewel in his crown. As the basis for his beliefs, it pretty much was—there was nothing more important to Sicarus than staying free of the taints of womanhood, and lacking a mother was the foremost thing in this. It occurred to Sic suddenly that the other canine might just be implying he had a mother. This was enough to send him to rigidity for a moment, the hair rising along his spine. "I really don't have a mother," he said, protesting as if Kai had actually verbalized the insult.

The implied insult prodded and twisted at Sicarus's innards until he jerked visibly, staggering into motion once more and whirling around to take off after the other wolf's hindquarters, fluid after that moment of freezing up. He didn't have a mother, he never had a mother, and he'd make damn sure prove it to this jerk. How dare he imply that Sicarus de Ericeto came from woman?

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 08:40 AM

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Kai’s own brother had tried to point out his flaws—the fact he couldn’t hunt very well, for one. Still, this was nothing as compared to his brother’s constant babying. Their mother had always considered him the favorite, to the point she cleaned his fur! Who did that, honestly? They were two years old, it wasn’t like they were helpless infants anymore. Oh the very thought of it made Kai sick to his stomach, horrified that he had ever been related to such a spineless, wormy wolf. Even when his brother had tried to fight him (and he had managed to strike a blow, scarring the high part of his thigh) he had cried for their mother, who like the doting bitch she was jumped right in without question. It was horrifying and frustrating and oh man oh man they were sick!

They locked eyes, and in that moment, Kai’s lips pulled back at the corners of his mouth in a smirk. He had managed to hit a nerve. Wonderful. Guess Mister Fantastic wasn’t quite as awesome he thought he was after all. The fact he was getting so defensive about his mother made Kai wonder just what the hell this guy’s problem was. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t have possibly not had a mother. Even Kai knew how sex worked. But Sic seemed to think otherwise, and to prove his point, as Kai passed him, suddenly jerked and rushed towards the two year old. Of course, Kai had been expecting something, and the sharp motion was enough to get his muscles moving. The boy rushed out of the way of the blow, and ran a good several yards out of reach from his companion. “Whoo!” He barked, laughing loudly. “Strike a nerve there, momma’s boy? What’s a matter, she ugly or something?” Another loud, barking laugh broke from his chest, and playfully, as if it was a game, Kai dropped his body into a play-bow, tail wagging like a taunting flag above his rump.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 08:52 AM

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Anger rose in the canine's chest, bubbling up from somewhere deep within Sicarus. The idea that he had a mother violated every principal he held dear; he was not from a woman. He had not come from one of those things, those less-than-canine things that hardly who hardly even deserved the crumbs that fell from men's faces as they gorged themselves. They deserved nothing, they needed nothing—and Sicarus had not come from one of them! Still, despite these raging ideas that surfaced from in him, he knew somehow that he did have a mother. He had always known this; the denial was simply so deep and so all-encompassing it devoured everything else, forcing the memories of her face, murky and barely there as it was, down into the depths of his brain, only surfacing now and again to plague him. He did not love her. He did not revere her. He cursed her, he drove her back to the cage she occupied only in his memory. He was above her.

The other wolf's words cut and sank deep into the tawny-furred man's psyche. Fire burned behind the Gazon's eyes and the growl was more than a soft rumble now. He sped up after Kai as he darted away, enraged by the game of keep-away this fool was playing. Sicarus would rip his tail off for implying that he of all canines had a mother. "I do not have a mother!" he repeated, roaring the words as if increasing the volume would make it more of a truthful statement. The other canine's posture taunted him, tormenting him and goading him further. Sicarus took several wide steps toward the other canine, stretching his stride as far as it would go, his tail arced in annoyance and an expression of utter rage plastered across his face. Sicarus was not terribly attractive to begin with, but now the look on his face was purely ugly, marred by the hatred he felt for women as a whole and especially that ghostly mother figure floating in the deepest reaches of his brain and memory.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 09:07 AM

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The fact of the matter was Kai did see this as a game. If it had been anything further he would not have taunted and played, cat-like, with his companion. He would have turned and rushed headlong into battle, taking out his opponent quickly. Sicarus no doubt had the size advantage, and by all accounts the skill, but Kai was younger and not blinded by anger. He was acting purely on instinct, playing as he had with his brother long before they had finally fallen out in a mass of blood and vicious words. Besides, this was fun! If war was anything like these sorts of games Kai was elated for it. He’d just need to bulk up, and learn how to fight better, because this wasn’t combat. It was something far more basic.

At the shout, Kai’s tail wagged furiously. Boyishly, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, and as the darker man made his advancement, the coils tensed in Kai’s legs suddenly released. He moved with the speed and dexterity of a two year old, not missing a step, not failing for the unfamiliar ground under his feet. He rushed nearly headlong towards the other Gazon, and only when he was in arms reach did he cut wide, using his tail like a rudder in order to keep his balance, and ran a near complete circle around the older man before he leap into the air, slamming his paws as high as they could reach, sending the pair crashing down into the snow in a heap of brown-tan fur. Triumphant, Kai’s body found itself seated on the darker wolf’s upper body, where he was quite content to stay. He laughed again, blue eyes no longer malicious and instead twinkling merrily, as was apparent by the tone of his laughter.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 09:19 AM

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There was something positively infuriating about the other canine, perhaps arising from his playfulness where this was concerned. Sicarus was not playing around. He could not hurt this wolf, he could not fight another of Haku's loyal warriors, but he really, really wanted to. The tawny-furred wolf wanted blood, and the darting, laughing canine refused to give it to him. The other wolf wouldn't even properly engage Sicarus; instead he danced outside of the golden-furred man's reach, dipping about and rolling with laughter the whole time, his eyes sparkling playful mischievousness.

A blur of movement drew the tawny Gazon's attention immediately, his head snapping to where Kai had been a moment before. He tried to whirl with the four-legged wolf as he spun around, but Sicarus's two-legged form made him clumsier and slower; two legs were simply not as well balanced as four. Perhaps that was the price to pay for a humanoid form. Though Sicarus felt he was all wolf, in truth there was a certain human quality to his werewolf form, standing tall at full height, hardly a crouch to his posture as other, more feral types.

Before he knew it he was down and on the ground, crushed into the snow. A heavy, warm weight fell over his shoulder and Sicarus was quite aware that he had been sat on. Sat on! Another roar of rage escaped his throat and he flailed hard against the other canine's body, throwing himself upwards in an attempt to rise and stand, to taste the blood that he so desired. It was for nothing, and the tawny Gazon found himself thoroughly trapped beneath the other canine. The weight difference meant nothing if Sicarus couldn't get his arms up for leverage. "Get off of me!" he cried, growling still. "I'll tear your eyes out!" he threatened, unable to come up with anything more insulting or dangerous, too angry to even think straight.

Kai Aiolos · 01-12-2010, 09:31 AM

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There had never been a real need for his Optime form while living in the wild. In fact, Kai didn’t really know what the purpose of having it would be. His pack had been living much like wolves, aside from his mother, brother, and one or two others. His mother only used the form because she felt it made her pretty, though Kai had found nothing appealing about her constant primping and desperate flirting. This had rubbed off on his brother, who was just as awkward and just as fussy when it came to keeping his white fur clean. Kai had always taken a particular joy in “accidentally” getting mud (and sometimes, a lot of mud) in his brother’s fur. He had been very proud of managing to dye it green last summer with the help of some algae. Until then, he had never known a boy could scream as high as that.

Fortunately, Kai was neither primped nor proper, and had only his base instincts and a lack of concern when it came to anything more. He wanted to survive and he wanted to be someone special. Outside of that, he cared less about the scars on his haunches (they were badges of courage now, gained from fighting off THREE coyotes out for blood) and it didn’t matter to him if snow or dirt got in his fur. It was just fur, after all. He wasn’t looking for a girl, having been raised with the tradition that the alpha alone had the right to breed. Haku was the best candidate for siring children, as opposed to a two year old whom had never touched a girl romantically, much less took one to bed. But it wasn’t about feeling good, it was about survival, right? At least, he thought it was.

Under his butt the darker wolf began to squirm furiously, but his arms were extended peculiarly and pinned under Kai’s eighty some pounds. He tilted his head doggishly and narrowed his eyes, knowing he was sitting atop a time bomb. While he did not fully believe Sic would actually attack him, he did not wish to take the chance. “Hey, hey. Settle,” he said firmly, frowning deeply. “I’m just fooling around. S’nothing personal, Sic.” And it wasn’t. He had no problem with Sicarus—especially now that he had proven himself the mightier of the two, even if it was through surprise and childish aggravation.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-12-2010, 09:47 AM

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The tawny-furred wolf flailed and struggled, through all his weight upwards. He couldn't move his arms; Kai's weight sat on him in just such a way that he simply couldn't lift them. The cold bit into his fur and dulled his senses, though the rage burned no less furiously for it. It roiled and bubbled in his chest, a steaming explosion ready to fire at the slightest squeeze of the trigger. Sic was mad, he was beyond mad—but as the moments ticked down and his struggles came to nothing, the werewolf simply found he could not get himself up off the ground. Kai had him thoroughly pinned.

Even Kai's words barely registered on the other canine's ears as he struggled and thrashed against the other canine's weight. As the werewolf contemplated his current position, he began to lose steam. It was, of course, possible that he'd mistaken Kai for a weakling. Sicarus was not wrong too often, but it had happened before, as much as it pissed him off to admit it. Slowly, the wolf began to grow still, ceasing his struggles against the larger wolf who most certainly had him pinned. His ears dipped low and he sighed very softly, a just barely audible thing that was the closest he'd come to admitting defeat.

"I don't have a mother," he grumbled, repeating this sentence rather sorely. He was willing to admit Kai had bettered him; he was not willing to concede he had come from a woman. That was one bridge the other wolf could not beat down physically, one mental blockade which would plague Sicarus for the rest of his life—which might not be very long anyway, but hey. One never could tell. Twisting his head back to look at the other canine as best he could with his fiery eye, Sicarus awaited his fate. It was in Kai's hands now—whether or not he wanted to snap Sic's neck or deliver a command for him; it was now clear who was the dominant wolf of this pair, and it certainly wasn't the one stuck beneath a butt in the cold snow.

Kai Aiolos · 01-14-2010, 03:29 PM

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The man under his body settled, finally, and Kai was glad for it. There was no need for him to act like such an uptight ass. They were packmates, after all, and that meant they had to be partners and friends in order to best serve Dahlia de Mai. If they didn’t, well then what good were they? Haku would expect them to work like a well oiled machine, to be able to fight together and die together if the time so called for it. This was why he had to eliminate weakness. Even though Sic had shown him this, and now under his butt, the tawny wolf knew that this man was no faulty choice for a fighter. His strength would work well against coyotes, given their size. Kai was satisfied, and clambered off the older wolf and into the snow.

Turning on all four paws, he faced his companion, blue eyes once again boyish and light. “All right, all right,” he gave in, exasperated. “You don’t have a mother, sheesh. You just fell out of the sky one day if that makes you happy.” Rolling his eyes, finding the whole thing ridiculous, the boy yawned widely, white teeth flashing in the light before his jaws snapped shut sharply. Smiling once more, all trace of any wickedness all but gone from his body, the boy wagged his tail in a friendly manner. “But hey, I don’t think we should bother Haku. He’s probably really busy, you know? Alpha and all? I was going to go see who else was around, and find somewhere to sleep. I think they must all stay around the same area, it smells like there’s a bunch of them this way.” He gestured with his nose, and then looked back to his companion nearly anxiously.

Sicarus de Ericeto · 01-16-2010, 03:17 PM

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He had underestimated Kai. Sicarus had seen nothing more than a punk kid in Kai, and he had been mistaken. It was not the first time; Sicarus was very, very quick to judge and slow to learn from his mistakes—his age meant very little in the way of actual experience. He might as well have been the same age as the other Gazon, since the first two years of his life were spent in extreme shelter. Sure, training and education had occurred within the monastery, but of what use was the ability to read and quote the bible here? These lands were utterly feral; there were no missionaries to these lands for damn good reason. His brothers in the monastery would have run screaming from someone like Haku—they would have felt he was a damn godless heathen beyond saving. Sicarus did not view him in the same way; strength was strength regardless of the particular flavor, and Sic would have followed Haku whether he was a light-emitting godly man or a dark and dreary harbinger of death.

Kai freed him, and Sicarus sat up, brushing the snow from his coat with a hint of anger and bitterness. He did not like being wrong, but he was not so dense as to continue to push the issue. Kai had bested him once and proven his strength; Sicarus was his subordinate. When he'd brushed himself off to the point of feeling better about his own sorry hide, Sicarus's fire-orange eyes turned to Kai as he spoke, listening. "Maybe I did," the wolf ventured. It was entirely possible—maybe he, Sicarus, was a fallen angel! A few angels had chosen to leave heaven permanently; maybe Sic had just smashed his head on the landing and couldn't remember. Yeah, that made sense—he was just an angel in disguise. Satisfied with that, he listened to the other canine continue, his words ringing quite true on the Dahlian's ears.

Sicarus did suppose Kai was right. Haku was a leader; leaders were always busy dealing with the bullshit generated by the lower echelons of the ranks, of which Sicarus was sorry to say he was a part of. The tawny-furred wolf stood up, dusting himself off once again, though this time it carried much less agitation. Sicarus was quite complacent as a follower, and it made him feel worlds better already to know that Kai would lead. Sic had been assured of the other man's dominance and he was not concerned with the struggle for superiority any longer. "You're right. Haku is busy. If he needs us, he will call. And so long as I don't have to sleep under a tree again," the man said distastefully, taking a step forward to follow after the other Gazon.

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