Mystery of the Cross
04-12-2014, 01:02 AM
Head tilted the slightest, the strangers turn now to feel confusion. Jinxx could see it on his face as plain as the sky above them. If this was indeed one of their own, then perhaps...Did mother and father have more then just Lunatik...? Why didn't they ever tell us about another brother? Hackles would lie flat, sensing now that this male was genuinely real about what he said. "You...you really don't know anything do you? Where did you come from? Why have I never heard anything about you?" He would inquire, wondering why indeed he had never heard about him. The Black Clan were a tight knit community. Always there for one another, always there to take care and protect each other. He shook his head slightly. If he didn't know Lunatik, then there was a story to learn from him as well. But first, he would recount the tale, the history of the Legion's downfall and separation. He moved closer to the cross marked male, feeling more relaxed and sure that this was a brother he had not known about. He sat, ocean blue optics trained on his older sibling. "Lunatik is my--our, older brother. Born of the first litter to Mother and Father, Deviant and Mystic. He was the only one of that litter...but, it seems not. I don't know why we were never told about you, but...anyway. After the first litter, there was a second litter with me, Ashley, Christian, Paradox, and Paradoxus. The year after that, the third and last litter containing our siblings Crucifix, Angel, Divinity, Prophecy, Khaos, and Beau." He would shift his position slightly, watching the other male for a reaction, and he continued his story. "Everything seemed to be fine, but we would soon find that darkness had fallen upon us. Lunatik had grown power hungry, a chaotic creature that was bent on destroying everything. He had always been different...but nobody expected what happened next..." He would swallow back what had gathered in his throat. The memories washing over him as he remembered the day that the Legion was destroyed. Their lives, changed forever. "Lunatik took it upon himself to wreak havoc, so one night when the Clan was asleep, he would strike. He brought a band of rogues, the most malicious creatures I'd ever seen. He started it with a child, torturing the girl before slowly ripping her throat out...the scream...I'll never forget it. It woke the entire pack, everyone jumped into action and couldn't believe what they saw. Before we knew it, we were falling. One by one. Lunatik's band mauling and killing children, and adults alike. Didn't matter who they were, they were not spared." It was at this point, his legs wold begin to tremble. Ears flattening to his head as he turned slightly to look at the ground. Teeth grinding together. "And then...Mom and Dad challenged him. They went after Lunatik, but he was bigger, stronger. We don't know how he got so powerful, but...he was too much. Mom and Dad were a formidable team, nothing was ever able to bring them down. Until that day...Lunatik killed her. She tried to go for the killing blow, but he was too fast. He knocked her to the ground, and he stood over her with that smile...that unforgettable smile of hatred...Father tried desperately to save her, but Lunatik's henchmen held him down, made him watch. He...he tore out her throat. I'll never forget the sounds..his laughter. Father watched helplessly as it happened. I was so enraged, I turned away from getting Clan members away and went to aid him. I slammed into one, and while distracted he tore the throat of the other. I tried to challenge Lunatik, but father knew I wouldn't win...so we ran, and salvaged those that we could. I hated leaving Mother's body behind like that...I hated that we ran away, leaving our life behind to be destroyed by our own kin!" He barked loudly at the air in front of him, teeth snapping together as his body trembled, unable to contain the tears of the memories that were still so fresh in his mind. He could hear it all, everything had come back. The screaming, the laughter, the roar of the fire that Lunatik's band had used to confuse and trap them. Tears fell, the male weeping for what had been lost. He missed his mother. His family, friends, the ones that had been lost to merciless claws. He remained silent for a moment, trying to gather himself though failed. Voice trembled as he spoke again. "He killed everyone he could in cold blood...and so, we became scattered. He's looking for us, he's not done. He's going to come, and he's going to finish what was started...I have to find everyone, we have to band together...otherwise he'll pick us off one by one, and everyone else associated with us. He's a monster! And he's not to be trusted." Cold fury began to overtake him, it became apparent in his voice and eyes the more he talked. The memories of what his brother had done out of cold blood, angered him. Was Pulsus like that too? Talk like this |