We're all part of the same Sick little games The tattered goblin danced his way through the mangroves greedy entrails, dangerously dismissive of the pack scent that lingered atop the land. He could hear the nearby rivers speech of defiance, and the surrounding vegetation seemed to snap at him with enraged jaws when he drew to close; he did not grant the warnings his attention. "Can't get me," he playfully mocked the branches, "nonono, won't gobble me up and spit me high. You won't, you won't!" He giggled to himself, skittering away from the foliage's grasp. It was only an addition to his forever deranged mode when he spotted movement just a few trees before his nose. A brave little dragonfly had ventured quite close to the dangers of the ground, and Rasend was not one to ignore such a toy. He dropped his gut to the earth, shimming his way towards the airborne target. "The big bad wolf is coming to get you little dragon. Better hide, better hide." His voice taunted the insect with a peculiarly puppy-like trill. Seemingly unaware of the beast, the colorful creature drifted down to perch atop a misshapen branch. Rasend took the chance and surged from his stalking, bounding towards his prey and eagerly clacking his jaws. It was a quick little thing however, and it rose from its landing just as his jaws tore into the wood. His head sprung skywards, raining mutilated shards of bark. Bony hips were slung around him, and his muzzle lurched between his shoulders, biting at the air around him. By some odd string of luck, he found his prize; the desperate creature was caged within the confines of his maw. Its wings tickled his gums and a strange coo coursed from his throat. It was a pity the thing was so small, for it was not as rewarding to kill something so helpless. Nevertheless, he squashed it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. The surprises that oozed from the tiny body were not quite as delectable as what he had come to find within his own breed, and they slid down his pipes with a reluctant strain. Consistently he seemed to venture from a natural diet in hopes of finding something more fitting for his wrongful desires. Such restrictions really toyed with the health of his frame; driving his skin tighter against his bones and threatening to reveal their pale faces to the world. Although, he did not seem to mind his body's endeavors, or perhaps he just didn't notice. The thick veil of his coat did a rather fine job at masking his utter lack of flesh. "Speech" - Thoughts I need to get away ~Rasend~

The tasmanian devil had always been the sort to over-exaggerate his reports of the going-ons in Ludicael, so one could only imagine the thoughts running through both of their heads when he came shuffling nervously towards her, informing her of a raving lunatic dancing through the mangroves. When she found him, however, she realized that he was not lying. Celestial eyes of violet captured his fray with the dragonfly and an amused smirk crossed her features, chin raising and ears tipping back a little as she examined the thick-furred wolf with curiosity.



"What wraith is he that roams the mangroves of Ludicael?" she purred mildly, interest definite in her features. Her curiosity was infinitely piqued by this brute's behavior and she felt a familiar itch in her paws. Mercury had sat down obediently beside her and that alone was a little concerning--she'd expected him to be spitting and growling up a storm by now.



OOC: short post, sorry. DDX

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prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.

public enemy #1

crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.

because i like it when you're on your knees.

We're all part of the same Sick little games He pale orbs spun to encircle the she-wolf, his ears shoved upright by a sudden rush of excitement. Jittery paws carried the brute a few paces closer to the local. She was a rather marvelous anomaly, her fiery decor capturing Rasends immediate fascination. However, It was not long before he noticed the smaller mass that rested at her side. His skull tilted in curiosity, his muzzle stretching to snuffle at the air for its scent. He had never seen a creature of the sorts before, but oddly enough he was aware of it's title; perhaps from stories told in the past. "The devil, he comes. Run, run little wolfies, he comes." Youthful trills were etched throughout his vocals, something that had become a custom of his. The fiend shifted his gaze to look up at the female, before staring back down at her company. A sudden restlessness made the brute turn in a full circle and face the violet hued gaze of the female once again, as if he had come to an expeditive acceptance of her curious companion. Immediately he returned to his useless blabber; "the wraith is I, fire-pelt. Fearsome dragon-slayer, that is me". A playful grin stretched his lips, and his tongue swiped translucent wing fragments from his teeth as if in emphasis. "What is she who asks? What is she?" He teased the stranger, seeing as she did not seem pestered by his presence yet. The female had named this land as a part of 'Ludicael', which he assumed to be the group which she wore the scent of. It had been several moons since he had been in the presence of a pack, a fact which he had not given much thought to. Like most socially oriented species, he was drawn to the company of others by instinct. Perhaps it was time to forfeit his internal war with said drive. "Speech" - Thoughts I need to get away ~Rasend~

The brute was a flighty creature, quick on his paws and constantly jittery in an almost infectious and crazed hyperactivity that captivated her to an odd degree. A smirk played upon her features, curling the edges of her lips upwards and pressing her audits forth to drink in his lyrics. They were somewhat familiar words that she'd last heard leave the mouth of a now-dead man and a dark chuckle rumbled through her chest, bubbling up to ripple from her larynx. "The devil is deceased, sent to a place where not even the underworld can thrust him back. Those that die at my teeth do not return to the living," came her shadowed dialogue. Despite the obsidian cast that encased her tone, there was an odd humor locked within it that dripped slowly from its confines. The woman was past regret or contemplation of her permanent silence of the monster of a brute; the Sol had not the time for such wallowing. Even though his children and wife would undoubtedly one day come for her head, for now she had other things to care for.



Mercury was one of those things. She shifted her weight with a false but convincing radiant of nonchalance as the stranger eyed the normally vicious creature. Before Jupiter could even raise further suspicion, though, the certainly unique individual seemed to find peace with Mercury's presence and Jupiter drank the wraith's dialogue once more. The lad reminded her of Kaios but at the same time in a vastly different way and the sensation was thrilling, almost. It was as if she stared death in the face without being in immediate and danger of it. Well, it was what she liked to think.



"Never have I laid eyes on a slayer more competent," she replied, observing with growing interest as he swiped the thin, papery remains of a wing into his maw. "Ah, but the slayer comes to meet another wraith--that by the name of Jupiter." She paused briefly, celestial optics holding a glint of playful mischief as they swept over his form. "And what should the plight that a mighty dragon-slayer be called?" Perhaps Jupiter was dancing with the devil, yes, but the heat upon her soaring paws was an invigorating feeling and the Sol sought idly to dip her toes into the fire once more.

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prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.

public enemy #1

crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.

because i like it when you're on your knees.

We're all part of the same Sick little games A violent fire flashed beneath the glaze of his optics in response to the she-wolfs claim. For a moment she seemed cloaked in shadows; that familiar darkness that spoke of demons and blood and nightmares. There were fairer tracings about her dialogue however, and she appeared to find whatever amusement there was in declaring the killing of satan himself. Hyped limbs lifted from the earth in rhythmic prancing, perked ears snatching the remainder of the females vocals from the air. Her name struck his fancy, and he stowed it away within the confines of his memory; though he knew he'd rarely use it. "You killed the devil, fire-pelt? You did, you did." A giddy smirk continued to play at his maw, mangling his words as they drew into pitchy lyrics, "old Abaddon, he is dead. Dead and gone; falled by the lady who walks in fire, the she of the fifth planets calling." His tune faded with a crop of hushed giggles drifting off the surface of his tongue. He stood there in a moment of shifting and twitching -unable to hold himself stationary- before presuming to answer the dames question. "Rasend, I am known as such. Rasend, yes indeed." Fascination bubbled to the surface of the lads conscious, and he padded towards Jupiter again. Confidence raised his nose as he lessened the space between them, his ears strained forward curiously. Waves of liveliness coaxed his knees to an unnatural height, leaving him skipping as he veered to circle the local and her companion. Assuming she did not create an event that would stall him, the brute completed his investigation and traveled to his previous location before her; sitting himself with a contented huff. "Speech" - Thoughts OOC- My apologies for the shortness. -.- I need to get away ~Rasend~

The woman was not a demoness nor a murderous wraith. Though her darkened paws were stained with the crimson memory of blood and itched with the faint crawl of violent wanton she still considered herself a being of relative good. Even though her teeth had ripped through the flesh of Kaios' throat to tear away his very essence in a successful attempt to end his life, Jupiter wished to believe that justice led her paw and not the greedy fire that blazed within her gut--the one she still denied with every fiber of her being. Her form quivered with chuckles as his words drifted into her seeking audits, tipping her head downward and examining him with celestial optics, the corners of ebony lips of leather curled widely upwards in a sort of grin.



"Slayer Rasend, would you like to dance in the embers the fallen devil has left?" she inquired smoothly, pausing her words and saving them until he had circled about her, his legs lifting high in a trotting skip. She remained of stoic posture but humor-laden countenance as he moved, only her peripheral vision training upon him as he maneuvered in his own odd ways. Mercury shifted uncomfortably in the wake of the situation, pressing against Jupiter's leg with a stubborn frown, finding no reason to escape from his insecurity but also discovering no motive to be anything but silent. The seemingly-apparent instability of the brute in which they were associating with set the Tasmanian Devil on quite the edge. His cautiousness was contagious but not enough so to sway Jupiter.



OOC: I apologize for the late reply! Homework and birthday parties suck sometimes. XD

TABLE + CODING BY TIFF

prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.

public enemy #1

crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.

because i like it when you're on your knees.