Devil's Thunder

Minos Lierrah · 02-15-2010, 08:52 PM

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in Berwick, for Larkspur.

The white pelted male wondered through the village. It was not the sort of place he frequented, bringing memories of a frightful day back into his mind. His leader had called him the last day he had been here, and even though Minos had replied and came as quickly as he could just like he had been told the leader had taught him a lesson Minos still did not understand.

Paws traveled lightly around one of the houses, using its structure for cover in hope of staying hidden. The day was just beginning, his stark pelt standing out against the shadowed snow and the dawn’s dim light. His instincts told him to keep low, stay in solitude and be weary of all those that might appear around each corner. Yet… the small voice that told him that companionship was written in his core spoke just as freely as his submissive omega center. Even if he had been given rank he could rarely pull himself from the lowest of the pack.

That small voice wished for the sort of interaction that he had with the coyote, his scent still lingering in Minos’ nose when he thought hard enough about him. Just the other day they had roamed and played and just simply enjoyed each others company without the pressure of social stature. Bright yellow gaze looked up at the door of the small house, eyeing it before moving backwards towards the road the line of houses sat before. They all looked the same to the simple wolf, and he had yet to determine why they were here.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-17-2010, 01:46 PM

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In Character

Haku had heeded his warning, but Larkspur was aware that something had changed in the air. He sensed it, as certainly as he sensed all things, and it had kept him wary. Still, he believed he was where he was supposed to be—why else would his fur become white in so many places? Perhaps the way to enlightenment was through the darkness, where his world belonged to Tak and the whispering can tah. Though he did not feel entirely comfortable in doing so, Lark had found an empty house with a large fenced in yard and chosen it for himself. For the past few days he had been making sure the horse was cared for. His sleep had become normal again, but this would not last long. It rarely did.

A normal sleep pattern, however, meant Larkspur was up before dawn. He had been up a long time, and was returning from a successful hunt. The rabbit had been swallowed nearly full, and while it was not a lot, it was enough to keep his belly full during the morning. White paws (the front ones had turned white, he had noticed) trotted through the snow, carrying the large black and white male back towards the houses. While he would have turned solitary by nature, Misery’s warning to blend in had demanded otherwise. Now, too, Larkspur knew how to lie. He knew deceit.

He smelled the man before he saw him, and diverted his path in order to follow this. As he turned a corner, he found himself face to face with a white wolf. Almost instantly, and without warning, his lips pulled back and the fur along his neck rose. Larkspur had long ago learned that wickedness came from the White, and he hated the coat without needing a reason. Still, he hid his teeth and forced a calm mask onto his face, though his eyes were burning embers that showed nothing but a deep set hatred. “Mornin’,” his deep voice rumbled, advancing without fear of the equally large male.

Minos Lierrah · 02-21-2010, 05:13 PM

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Perhaps he was in need of a den, a place to hide during the daylight hours. It would keep him out of sight, and away form those that might take advantage of his sensitive and submissive nature. These wolves seemed harsher then other he had met in the past. Minos thought it was the blood they held, but his leader said that was his blood too now. It was to make him stronger, and yet Minos felt nothing change in him and only noticed that he was more articulate It meant little to the silent wolf, willingly speaking a few more words was odd yes, but in these lands the language of his form did not take him far nor make an impression on anyone.

Rounding the old house Minos found the face of another. In an instant yellow eyes took in the message sent by the other male. White teeth shown in the sun’s light, and Minos leaned backwards though his paws did not move. It was instinct, to stay still and in his place. He always feared awakening the predator and calling it to chase him. Ear flattened, his own lips rising to show that he was aware of the other’s hope to intimidate and that he would not be broken too easily. A front to cover the fear that likely laced his normal scent.

The other’s face softened, and Minos gave a thin lined frown. His word meant so little, a greeting that Minos did not read as pleasant as the male perhaps wished it to be. The white coated wolf took what was spoken in his body far more serious. He wanted to say nothing in reply, and there was a silent pause that spoke of Minos’ real response. Ear flat, body tense and lowering slightly as the time passed. Still he was forced by recent experience to speak. “Hello.” It was right to say, though the whine that was hiding under they syllables was easily heard.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 02-25-2010, 12:33 PM

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In Character

Almost instantly, Larkspur read and judged the unfamiliar wolf. He was not a fragile creature, but one who knew his place in the world. Once, a long time ago, Larkspur had been much the same. Now he answered to no creature. Haku was a front, a figurehead, one that had earned his respect but not his undying loyalty. If this war was lost, Lark would not be lost with it. His purpose was much greater, and once the winter was over, he would realize what fate had for store in him. Though Addison had spoken of a relative, Naniko, there had been no attempt to find her. Not yet. The path laid out before him was as of yet unclear.

The white wolf remained still, and it was Larkspur who approached first. He carried himself well, but there was no arrogance in his walk. There was a simple knowledge of a difference between the two. Doggishly, Larkspur stuck his nose out and began sniffing the male, reading the multitude of scents on him. Haku’s was enough to speak of rank, though this idea was something unfamiliar to the D’Angelo. Satisfied that this man was not his enemy (save spiritually, as he believed) the Bluet settled back, giving the man his space.

Despite the placidity now covering his face, it was apparent that violence lingered in his heart. “You got a name?” Larkspur did not ask, but demanded.

Minos Lierrah · 02-25-2010, 05:29 PM

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There was a distinct part of the yellow eyed male that did not favor the stranger. At times it was easy to know those he might enjoy spending time with, this was not one of them. Minos had know right away that he liked the coyote male that he had chased and played with in the forest, and he had not liked the small dark child that once lived among the pack. This one, his patchwork of lights and darks, he fire tinged eyes, it unsettled Mino in a way that his leader made him uneasy. Though there was always a sense of comfort, security, in the presence of the alpha. Even if Mino could not be saved by the wrath brought by the alpha himself, he could be calmed in knowing that he would be safe from the pain of the outside world, protected by his leader.

The other examined him, just as his own nose worked to break his molecular aura down. When he sat Minos felt a sigh of relief escape him, calmed by the more passive posture. The white male did the same, a follower by nature, but also turned his head away. A sideways glance caught the male as he spoke, a question and a honest one Minos supposed. Averting his gaze from the clearly more confident of the pair the alabaster creature spoke. "Minos" He wondered what the other was called, though he needed not know, nor could he promise to remember it.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-07-2010, 11:38 PM

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In Character

Play was as foreign to Larkspur as the idea of friendship. He did not have time for such things, nor had he ever been exposed to them. Even as a child, he had been singled out and abused. All for his fur. All because he came from a world that devalued those who were different. Such teachings had followed through with him. Now, though, he was strong—he was no longer a starving child stealing food from his elders. Now those in power did not hate him, but respected him. Such a thing meant that the D’Angelo had finally found his place.

Minos might have sounded powerful once before, but it fell short with Larkspur’s upbringing. He could not overlook the white coat, and even now, it infuriated him. Though he was not intent on striking any of Haku’s useful members, he could not let that anger go. “Y’creepin’ around for a reason, Minos?” The last word came with a nasty snap, and once again, a baring of teeth.

Minos Lierrah · 03-08-2010, 12:40 PM

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There was something that mattered more then just the things the dark and light male said. There was something that poured from him, it was easy to read for one in-tuned to the currents that radiated from any living body. Minos found that many of the canines that he had met were lost, immune or desensitized to the instinctual unseen patterns that flowed from one to another. The yellow eyed male found that too many relied on the spoken word to convey their message. Not this fire-eyed male. No, Minos could see that there was a certain anger that could be felt from him and it made is ears fold back against his head.

The question didn't need to be said, for Minos was wondering already what it was that he was doing here. Why had he been right in this spot so that he could get caught by this unnamed male. The crack at the end of his sentence was another warning, another push for the pale pelted wolf. His head dipped, eyes not even hoping to steal a glance at the more dominant male. Even a small passing gaze could provoke a reaction that was not wanted by the speechless male. His mind raced, trying to mind the answer that would please him. If it had been the alpha Minos would have lay on his back in response.Yet his time here had taught him that knowing that you were above another creature was enough. No, they always wanted an answer.

"I belong here." He reassured the other pack member. He belonged, he was no threat and he could be here by decree of their leader.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 03-30-2010, 11:16 AM

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I suck and I apologize. :[ Larkspur is probably going to snap at him in the next post, that could trigger his shift?

He had no reason to hate a stranger, but he did. Larkspur could not disassociate his anger at the white members of his family with anger at all white wolves. Only one figure would be granted pardon, and it was she that had saved his life. There was something terrible about this disease. Larkspur was sick, but he would not admit such a thing. He was drunk on power, unsure of what he was able to do now. Orange eyes narrowed, focusing sharply on the pale man.

A grunt was the furthermost response from Larkspur. He studied the wolf, assessed him silently, and could not justify any reason to hate him. But he still felt anger, and it felt it was righteous. “Haku chose you,” he said flatly, more a statement then a question. Rising to his feet, the wolf advanced, hackles rising slightly. He needed to push him. He needed to. “Why’d he do that if’n yer so scared?” Tail rose highly, white tip a flag, a warning. Fight or flight.

Minos Lierrah · 03-30-2010, 06:02 PM

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no worried at all <3, and that sounds great!

The white coated male had been called upon by their leader, changed and made for a purpose unknown to him. The brown male had seen something in Minos, loyalty perhaps. Blind loyalty that would allow him to follow without question, without a single thought. That was what made Minos different then some other, he had so little to loose and he was a mold-able creature. He had been made into the sniveling thing that he was, and could be easily be taught to be a sniveling killer.

Words came forth, things that Minos should have cared more about before. Never were the words as important as what the body spoke, but here that was so very different. Coming to this pack had turned his world upside down and now there were things that he still didn't understand, and one that did could have talked his way out of the inevitable violence that would ensue. "I said I would follow him." And such a thing was true, he had said it and he would, yet the things that he said with his body. Tail was raised like the banner of his alpha, poised for the kill that was not rightfully his. Minos belonged to their leader, his life his. His death as well. A growl escaped his throat, a warning to stay way. It was hollow, but still his form was tense and poised for it what he thought was to come.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-06-2010, 09:58 AM

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Loyalty. Devotion. These were things Larkspur understood. Yet he saw weakness, and weakness was something that drove Larkspur to doubt. He was a simple beast, one that understood the laws of the world in white and black. This was unsuitable here, and though he would not admit it, Larkspur did not belong. He was destined to live in a world outside of this place, a world in the mountains that was as simple and as mad as he himself was. This was why he had been chosen. He and Haku were kinfolk though the shadow that clung to them.

Larkspur saw the darkness as strength still, and could not stand to see a that his truth had been wrong. The growl was a warning, but to Larkspur, it was a challenge. Hair rose along his spine, making his body seem larger then it was, and his muzzle crinkled, revealing off-white fangs. This could not stand. Something in his mind flipped, a trigger was thrown, and it was no longer a stranger he was facing but one of the Kahlif, and they were many and without names. His family sought to destroy him, and he had been given a purpose to survive. Orange eyes turned hollow, focusing on the figure before him alone, and then he rushed forward. Jaws parted wide, and the D’Angelo snapped at Minos, seeking his face.

Minos Lierrah · 04-09-2010, 12:54 PM

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Could he not see? Was he not satisfied with the display that the white pelted creature gave? Minos was simple, simple minded and though his blood was no longer the simple thing that it once had been he still knew not the possibility of it. And his display hid no intension that was wrong; it was transparent and as clear as his coat. Still the other male was not satisfied. The growl was wrong, but Minos had not been able to stop it. It was only a warning, a small hope to show that the dark patched wolf should stay away. The snout was close, the teeth filling his yellow eye’s view, and making the fur along his own spine rise. The tension was tangible, but the tension in Minos’ form was even tighter, weighing him down into a crouch.

It came from his gut, a gnawing knotted feeling that he only assumed was the powerful fear that came to him at moments such as this. But, it began to fill him. Cramping his muscles, turning them to fire and causing him to cringe with a thicker meatier growl rattling from his throat. What was happening was unknown, his mind wrapped entirely around the mouth that was reaching for his yellow eyes. Minos backed away, turning his head and closing his eyes for a mere second. Light shown behind his eyelids, his skin stretching and sending the pain to every inch of his lean body.

The change happened, beneath the jaws of the dark wolf, whose teeth scrapped across his turned face and touched the sharp edge of his jawbone. It was fast, though brewing ever since the other had approached him with such hostility. It hurt, but the male was not new to pain. Mino grew, and a howl came from his maw as he swung his now larger head towards the other male. He stumbled back, breathing heavily and yellow eyes blazing.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-15-2010, 11:43 AM

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End?

Larkspur was blind. He was blinded by his hatred, by the things that had been poured into his eyes as a child. All of his senses were shutting down, fueled only by four years worth of hatred and the whispering voice which now demanded blood. He had moved, but his body was no longer his own. Vaguely, there was an awareness of something changing in the air. Until his body collided with the man, teeth scraping against thin flesh and bone, he knew nothing. Even as this happened, the thing he had attacked was no longer there.

White paws dug into the earth, and the black wolf lowered his head. This Minos, this wolf, was no longer what he had been. Larkspur understood the magic of their blood, and he understood now that he had missed his chance to destroy that white smudge. Ears pinned, tail brush-bottle, the orange eyed D’Angelo stared at his fellow packmate, his opponent, and was still. Around his neck that voice whispered, and reminded the man of his place in the world. The snarl on his face twisted into a terrible smile, and Larkspur bared his bloody teeth in a grimace. “Because yer life is his,” the black wolf spat, and stalked off. He understood the way of the world.

Larkspur could not claim a life that had been given to another.

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