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Post by Koro on Sept 29, 2019 23:13:43 GMT -8
"I didn't ask to end up out here on my own. It just happened. I don't have family... anymore... and, well, it's better to strike out alone than stay with the rogues I've been with for the last few months." Koro's brow furrows slightly in concern as he wonders how someone so young ends up with so many problems. Sure, the young one hadn't explicitly listed off any recent tragic happenings, but Koro knew these words hid a history, most likely recent. The fact that he was out here alone and thought it was the best option for his current situation made Koro feel sure he could not let the pup continue on like this. "Well, maybe you should consider joining a pack." Koro pauses before the next bit, as if he has to mentally prepare himself that this could be his life for the next few days. "I can take you to one. I'm sure some borders are open, and they'd be glad to have someone so young to take in and teach to hunt and defend." He shifts his weight a bit, hoping he is making the option sound enticing enough, because he squirmed slightly at the idea of the little shadow living out the rest of his life like this. "If you do that, maybe you won't end up as lonely as me when I'm older," Koro jokes, hoping to reinstate the feeling that the little one could trust him. He knew if he didn't take this boy somewhere where he had others to protect him, he could get snatched up in a heartbeat and life could hit a dead end. "By the way, my name's Koro," he says, a slight awkwardness lingering around him as if he was a young one trying to make friends and be cool. He was tired of dancing around this pup's name, as well, and figured offering his own name would give some sort of ease of mind and feeling of acquaintanceship. It wasn't as though Koro was exactly great at socializing or comforting, but he knew the basics of what he could do. Besides, if the pup accepted his offer, they would only be together for a short couple of days, until Koro could drop him off at the borders and wait for a patrol to come. Then after that, Koro could go on his way and live out the rest of his life alone once again. Varian |
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Ignasia
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Apprentice
Male
6 months
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25 Posts
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Post by Apprentice Mutt on Oct 1, 2019 11:36:55 GMT -8
Yvaine darted forward an excited tone taking up in her voice as she answered his question, “Did you do alright? More like you did more than alright! That was perfect!” The she-wolf in front of him said, her head darting underneath his own as she licked at the blood that now covered the pelt of the young male. “Your first wolf kill and you haven’t even reached a year old! I’ll make an assassin out of you yet! Just wait until he hears about this,” Yvaine didn’t state his name, but Mutt knew who she was talking about, it wasn’t his father, it was someone bigger, someone who could actually decide his fate and who could ultimately change it. Mutt’s tail was wagging faster than he had ever allowed it to in front of anyone other than Hound, he basked in the attention Yvaine was giving him, and the smile on his face was wide and covered in the blood of the now dead she-wolf. The young male paid no mind to Yvaine’s attention shifting to Yona, instead his red eyes met those of Crimson’s as the large black male turned to look at him. "I know how you can do even better." Crimson’s words caused Mutt’s head to tilt slightly, questioning the black male, even without words it was obvious Mutt was unaware of what Crimson meant. The large male was net in turning his attention away from the young male and shifting it to the cowering she-wolf that had been left alive so far, and who also appeared to be having a mental break, that would be hard to deal with for whoever ended up finding her, as Yvaine obviously had no intentions of taking the she-wolf. Crimson moved around the she-wolf as his eyes once more landed on the cream-colored teenager. "Bring this one back to the superiors. Through her you can give our alpha the proof needed to become one of us." Crimson’s voice turned into a growl, further serving to send the young she-wolf into a manic state. Mutt’s red eyes narrowed getting the female to come with them would be a definite challenge, she had seen two wolves she was bonded with die, and at his and Crimson’s doing, but the she-wolf seemed to respond well to innocence and kindness, as shown by the young black wolf who Crimson had killed and the cream colored she-wolf Mutt had torn the throat out of. The teenager nodded slowly, his entire disposition changing into the innocent wolf that he rarely showed to those in his pack as they valued psychopathy and maliciousness over his kindness. Mutt shook his fur out from nose to tail tip, and the hard, attention seeking eyes from before turned down in an innocent, gentle stare. No one ever saw through his facades not even his brother, his ability to completely change himself and become the wolf that he wanted to portray himself as was almost flawless, and this shift was easy, a side he often reserved for his brother. Mutt slowly stepped forward, head lowering to make eye contact with Yona taking the she-wolf’s attention off of her dead friends, “Hey, are you ok? I’m sorry about your friends, I wish things could have turned out differently, but there’s a reason for everything, this happened because you have a purpose come back with me ok, I’ll make sure you have a place in our pack.” Mutt may have been lying harder than he ever had before, because there was nothing the teenager could promise and make happen in Mortiul or Ignasia, but Yona was unaware of that and by the time she found out it would be too late and Adramalech would already have the she-wolf in his grasp. Mutt’s sweet eyes turned up in a gentle smile, trying to grab her attention and keep it, entice her to move away from the horrid scenes of her friend’s death, and if he could get her to start walking, the shock she was in would probably keep her legs moving after him in pure instinct rather than actual desire to follow him, but whatever it took to get the she-wolf to come with him was what he would do. ~Exit~ Assassin Crimson Mercenary Yvaine Yona |
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Rogue
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Rogue
Female
2.5 years
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99 Posts
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Post by Yona on Oct 3, 2019 22:33:07 GMT -8
"You touch her, I kill you," Yona heard Raja growl behind her. Her heart began thumping at an erratic pace, skipping beats as her fear took hold upon the realization that the teen would not run. She let out a small growl of annoyance, upset that he would take his bravery so far that he would be willing to sacrifice his life. Suddenly, a distressed growl sounded behind her as a black brute rammed into Raja. Yona whirled around, watching as a brutal killing took place before her eyes. She stood stunned, unable to react. It had happened in a flash; so quickly that her mind didn't register it-- her mind wouldn't let her. It was filled with too much grief. She let out a yelp, silently begging for this to be a bad dream. “Still feel like standing your ground?” Yona snapped her head towards the maned wolf, only being able to whimper in response. The villain lurched forward to attack Yona, eliciting a flinch and a sharp whine. She watched in horror as the villain made a meal out of her deceased friend, her ears flattening to her skull and her tail becoming glued to her underbelly. A flash of cream brought her attention to an attempted attack on the black brute. Her heart caught in her throat, leaping as if running from her fears of what was to come. Her fears came true when a tan teenager dashed forward and gripped Cersiren's jaw in an iron clamp. Fresh blood poured. Another would die. No. She needed to stop this. She needed to do something... But how, when she was just a useless nobody? A useless nobody who couldn't even protect her friends. A pathetic pup who just stood there, paralyzed, as she watched her friends die. No! She had to do something! Her paw raised weakly, swiping forward in a useless action. "Stop..." Her voice came out in a shaky breath, tinged with tears and filled with grief. It was so quiet that she might not have been heard. Not that it mattered. Her eyes glazed over as she watched her friend be turned into a bloody, mangled corpse. A sob caught in her throat, and she felt so numb that she barely felt the stream of hot tears rolling down her cheeks, pooling on the ground to mingle with crimson blood. She suddenly realized that she wasn't breathing, and a gasp of air quickly led to hyperventilating. She began to feel dizzy, her pounding heart aching and her throat strangled and sore. She finally moved, though only in the form or a flinch when a warm spray of blood landed on her chest and muzzle. She recoiled as her breathing became faster, coming out in short, frenzied hiccups. The pain suddenly became too much to bear, and her knees buckled under her. Collapsed on the ground, she threw back her head in a silent scream. Her mind was too overwhelmed to have any strength left to shoulder her grief, and her body went limp as the stress broke her. Her world faded to a dizzying black, before she woke up in a peaceful realm of silence. However, the universe decided to be cruel to her that day, and she couldn’t even escape into her dreams. Her chest swelled with hope when she saw the happy faces of her friends, but no matter how fast she ran her legs couldn’t carry her over to them. She ran until her limbs and joints became achy and numb, and her hope slowly dwindled as she realized that she would never be able to join them in the warm, inviting light. Suddenly she was forced to stop in her tracks as her friends joined her in the darkness, appearing out of nowhere to stand before her. Before hope could spark once more, their faces twisted into distraught frowns, and their mouths and eyes became gaping holes that oozed blood. Yona watched in horror as they melted into a pool of the crimson liquid before reforming into the mangled corpses she had seen outside of her dreams. Her mouth opened to scream, but she made no sound. The darkness was suffocating. Quite literally, she couldn’t breathe. She needed air badly. She was desperate. The world lit up around her as she suddenly awoke. Her head shot up from where it was buried in the ground so she could gasp in breath. She gulped in air, and as soon as she had her fill she went limp again, her cheek resting against her leg. She wanted to bolt but, she was too weak to even cry. All she could do was temple as an icy jaw gripped her body, her head pounding as blood struggled to fill it. Despite how sore her throat was, despite how raspy her breath, her vocal chords were loose enough to be able to cry. As she trembled, she wailed all her sorrow to the earth, her head throbbing as the tears sucked away her hydration. Her sobs drowned out Crimson’s words in her ears, and her eyes closed to shut out the world. As her mournful howls faded to nothing, a growl that reverberated ated in her ear silenced her abruptly and completely. As she felt canines brushing over her scruff, a chill was sent down her back, as if the icy grip trailed a claw down her spine. She shuddered and shrunk away, attempting to make herself as small as possible. She watched as the brute was replaced by the teenager, who wore a painfully kind face. “Hey, are you ok? I’m sorry about your friends, I wish things could have turned out differently, but there’s a reason for everything, this happened because you have a purpose come back with me ok, I’ll make sure you have a place in our pack.” Yona gaped at the teenager, her heart aching to believe him, to accept his offers of a place to belong. Any situation other than this would be a haven. She was so weakened that she would have been willing to believe anything, if not for a few shreds of torn up dignity and intelligence left. Instead of letting his words manifest in her fragile heart, she built up the strength to shut him out. She began to tremble, quaking with anger that he would take advantage of her in her fragile state. She built up enough courage to start a growl, but abruptly stopped when she realized that it could put in danger. After all that had happened, who was she to fear danger? Didn’t she deserve to follow her friends, after not even putting up a fight? In fact, more than anything, she wanted her suffering to end. Her head sunk to the ground, her eyes closing so she couldn’t see the teenager leave-- couldn’t realize that only the black brute was left to hear her plea. “Please,” she whispered, her hoarse voice trembling like a leaf dancing in the wind. “Please just kill me now.”
Apprentice Mutt Mercenary Yvaine Assassin Crimson
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6 months
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Post by Varian on Oct 9, 2019 20:42:50 GMT -8
There was good reason why Varian tried to keep his history to himself. In the first place, he didn’t like to think about it. In the second, his past had taught him better than to trust others too quickly. And in the third place, he knew from the few times he had opened up that most rogues were hardened to misfortune, dismissing everything that had happened to him as his own fault. And maybe it was. Maybe he should have know better. But all the same he’d found himself sharing the story with this stranger, despite every reservation he had, despite everything that told him not to do it. Something drew him, inexplicably, to this male, and he had no desire to keep any secrets that could potentially drive him off. He waited warily for the other wolf’s reaction, bracing himself for the same cold, careless response he’d received so many times. But to his surprise, the older male’s brow furrowed in concern. “Well,” he said slowly, “maybe you should consider joining a pack.” Varian’s eyes went wide. “I...” He trailed off. Of course he had considered the option of a pack when he first started out on his own, but he’d ultimately decided against it. It would have surprised him if there was a pack out there that would spare a glance for a battered pup with little skill to offer. Besides, what if he ended up with a pack that behaved like the rogues who had done him so much damage? A pack would be harder to escape than the two rogues had been; there would be no way to know what he was walking into. Joining a pack meant trust, and he doubted if he could ever trust anyone again. And yet something in him wanted, needed, to trust the stranger in front of him. He listened silently as he continued. “I could take you to one. I’m sure some borders are open, and they’d be glad to have someone so young to take in and teach to hunt and defend. If you do that, maybe you won’t end up as lonely as me when you’re older.” The last words were said in an almost joking tone, and, tentatively, Varian allowed his mouth to curve up a little in a small half-smile. He’d almost forgotten how to do that. Somehow the prospect of joining a pack didn’t seem as frightening now; this stranger wasn’t anything like those who had betrayed him in the past. Maybe the rest of the world wasn’t either. “By the way,” the male said, “my name’s Koro.” He seemed awkward, ill at ease even, but the revelation of his name suggested something more to this meeting, something lasting. “Mine’s Varian,” the onyx pup offered, ducking his head shyly as he tried to figure out how to phrase his next question. “Do you know any? Packs, I mean, that would...want me?” Once again he felt a flicker of doubt that any self-respecting pack would even look twice at his scrawny self, but maybe Koro knew something he didn’t. Koro |
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Mortiul
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Assassin
Male
4 Years
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18 Posts
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Post by Assassin Crimson on Oct 10, 2019 16:00:10 GMT -8
The black male could not stop the smirk that spread on his maw as his deep growl he expressed beside the female did the trick to break her free from the crying fit she had given into. Had he not been desensitized by Mortiul he might have felt bad for her, watching all of her friends die but be the one that is spared, the soul survivor, the soul witness, that is besides the perpetrators of the very acts they had committed. Those days were long gone now, a stranger to the Assassin who had given himself to a cause. Dedicated in mind, body, soul, every fiber that made him, though he was not brainwashed, his thoughts remained his own, he had simply given into his lust for blood and carnage, the one he had tried to bury deep inside, Yvaine had unearthed it and helped it to grow, helped it to overtake him, he was reborn and now he lived by a different set of rules and answered to a higher authority. His crimson eyes watched as Mutt attempted to persuade the female, using his honeyed words and innocent looks to his benefit, however the act was not accepted by the heartbroken female. She simply gaped at him, beginning to tremble. Crimson's black ears pinned back against his cranium as he heard what he believed to be the beginnings of a growl before it stopped abruptly, she had not fallen for Mutt's charms, there was only one other method Crimson would employ then. As much as he wished to grant her wishes of death, after-all it was his craft, he saw more in this situation, he saw an ability to exploit it, to Mutt's benefit nonetheless. "Kill you?" came his usual charming, deep voice, fitting for such a sleek bodied male, handsome in the face as he, part of his illusion. "tsk tsk tsk. Don't you want to meet the rest of our pack? Tell them what happened to your friends?" he questioned, muzzle coming closer to her scruff and ear. "Relive it for the rest of your days?"He growled into the orangey hues of her pelt before biting into it with his ivory canines, easily breaking skin before pulling up, bringing her up with him and using his weight to slam her back down, listening for any indication she was still conscious after such impact, she certainly shouldn't be. Crimson kept hold of her scruff and began dragging her back to Mortuil, Yona was to be a present to Adramalech weather or not she liked it. Yona -Exit to: Mortiul Common Grounds- |
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Rogue
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Rogue
Female
2.5 years
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99 Posts
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Post by Yona on Oct 15, 2019 17:58:16 GMT -8
"Kill you?" The deep-toned voice drizzled a chill down Yona's spine. She plastered her tail to her side, whimpering quietly as she tried to make herself as small as possible. She couldn't keep from trembling, for despite the fact that she had been bold enough to ask for death, she was still afraid of losing her life. It was hard for her to fathom the loss of her existence. All that she was; all her memories, feelings, and aspirations would be gone from this world, as if she were just a speck of dust moving through space and time only to be demolished in an instant. However, it was a fear worse than death that chilled her to her very core. She had a feeling from the implication of the black assassin's tone that while her future would not be complete and utter darkness, it would be far from bright. And to her horror, she was right. "Tsk tsk tsk," the bass voice teased. "Don't you want to meet the rest of our pack?" No! she screamed inside her head. "Tell them what happened to your friends?" NO!! She wanted to scream the words aloud, but was too terrified to dare make a sound other than her pitiful cries. She shrunk away from his hot breath as he brought his muzzle next to her ear, as if he was trying to engrave the horror on her brain forever. "Relive it for the rest of your days?"Suddenly, her survival instincts kicked in, sending a rush of adrenaline through her veins. She raised her head, daring to glare into his eyes for a terrifying moment, and started to scramble to her feet. Her heart was pounding in anticipation of her escape, but before she could get two paws under her a sharp pain pierced through her scruff. She yelped, the sound jumping as she was slammed into the ground. Her vision grew blurry instantly. Her mind felt so numb that she could barely feel the agonizing pulsating in her head, and a loud ringing in her ears drowned out all thoughts of fear and escape. She suddenly only wanted to rest, for the pain to end and open a doorway to a peaceful sleep. Her wish was granted as a sudden wave of nausea spun the world upside down and covered her in a blanket of darkness.
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