☽Ƞσт ϱυιтє Ҕυмαи☾ [Lit.][Accepting]

HEY? Who do you prefer?

Vampys!	41.8%	[ 33 ]
Aminals!	32.9%	[ 26 ]
Homo-Sapians~	25.3%	[ 20 ]
Total Votes:			[ 79 ]

[irken invader iris]

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Never had Cicero been defeated in battle. He had always been the very best at absolutely everything he ever did. He was the strongest. He was the fastest. He was the smartest. He was the biggest a*****e, and the most veracious lover. Cicero was always top dog, or rather cat; he was born to be Rex.
When his brother was born, he wasn't worried, he didn't feel threatened, he was excited. Finally a youngster to teach; to help grow and shape into the man Cicero had begun. Someone that he couldn't just call brother, but friend.
Cicero didn't have friends... there was a reason he was so great at everything. He beat everyone and didn't care who he crushed. He wanted to be on top, and that was it. He didn't care for anyone.
Until Calcifer.
He protected his brother at every turn. Calcifer didn't know, but there were a lot of lions out to get him, especially when he had just been born. They didn't want another Cicero, and the best way to do that was to either break him or kill him. Cicero grew stronger because of Cal; because he had to keep his little brother safe.

When the day came that Calcifer fell in love with a vampire, Cicero had been about to ask Nazaneen for her agreement on becoming his mate. They had all grown up, and despite her being a tiger, Cicero saw her as a lioness. He had first been friends with her, mostly because she was the only one who was nice to his brother, but then he grew to like her. She was so feisty, so dangerous... so amazing. Then when he got old enough to really understand female anatomy, she became even more.
Love didn't arrive until after he realized the tiny things. How she would protect not only Calcifer, but himself. It was surprising. No one had ever protected Cicero... no one ever had to. And if they tried, he tended to get pissed about it. He didn't need help, it only created weakness. But Nazaneen, with her hot temper and quick reflexes, cut off every judgement against him. She protected him when he didn't ask, not that he ever would, and at first he was angry. He was absolutely livid. Someone protecting him was one thing, but a female? Horrendous.
But... with time, he realized it was the one thing that he saw in her that no one else had. She had the, excuse the language, balls to stand up to him, and for him. She didn't worry over his anger. In fact, when he confronted her about it, she simply snapped back. As if he was any other lion.
It was ...amazing. It was exactly what he needed, and wanted. And it made him love her. He always would, and secretly he believed he always had.

Cicero had finally asked his father if she would be accepted as Regina. Being a tiger, he was worried the pride wouldn't be ok with it. He didn't care, but if too many disagreed then there would be a problem. But his father was sure all would end well.
But, on his way to ask her, Calcifer was brought back bloodied and bruised.

Cicero had been about to kill whoever had done such a thing, when he was told it was the pride that had done it. That he was a traitor, and therefore deserved it.
The news was a shock. It was nothing Cicero had ever guessed... it was impossible. It was heartbreaking. He felt as though he had been stabbed in the gut.
His brother... his red haired, baby brother, betrayed the trust of the pride. And as such, he had to be put to death.
Only a little while earlier, their father had died. Literally, minutes before Calcifer arrived, Colten Valentine had passed. Killed by the very vampires his lover had been associated with.

As the new Rex... Cicero had a duty. And the pride would hold him to it, no matter how much he disagree.

When he chained Calcifer and the blond vampire to the tree, he refused to look at either of them. He couldn't. If he looked into his brother's eyes, he would break. He would free him and then all would be lost.
But... as he walked away, listening to the screams of the vampire who was being set aflame, he wished as hard as he could as tears streamed down his cheeks, that his brother would somehow be freed.

Now, years later, he was glad his wish had been granted. But he wasn't entirely happy.
To deal with the pride, and his brother, Cicero convinced himself that he hated Calcifer. And because he tried so hard to do so, he began believing it. He truly hated his brother, and constantly wished for another chance to kill him.
But now that he had it, even with all this fury, he still wasn't sure he could do it.

Not that it mattered...
With the lion blood inside him, mixed with the vampire venom, Calcifer was stronger than Cicero. If this was a battle of wits and strategy, Cicero would beat the living s**t out of the hybrid. But this was a simple, all out brawl, and even back then it was Cal's strong point.

The most disgraceful moment in Cicero's life... surpassing absolutely everything that had ever happened to him, was when Cal purposefully twisted, missing the killing blow.
It wasn't just shocking, it practically destroyed Cicero right there.
And his mate, his love, his Regina... witnessed it.

For once in his life, Cicero wished he had died.


He stood there, staring at where Calcifer had been moments before, eyes wide, fist still clenched. He didn't dare look at Nazaneen. He would fall apart if he saw her.
She probably thought he was weak... that if he couldn't handle his little brother how could he handle anything else? If only he had betrayed the pride, then she could have Cal instead. She would probably be happier that way... She was always doting on Cal, like he was a sick little kitten, but forever going against him. Sure she respected him, but it was out of fear more than likely... Nazaneen never wanted him, did she?

Cicero couldn't handle it. Everything came crashing down at once. All of his regrets, every single one of his doubts, his anger, his sadness, all the things he hated, loved, wants... they all came at him at once. Laughing at him, poking at him, telling him he was worthless and the love he thought he knew was no more than mud.
He was alone... completely and utterly. No one could ever love a scarred a*****e like him. They could only fear him.

The lion ripped out of him like a rock through wet paper. His red fur covered his entire body, muscles bulging, teeth elongating, eyes darkening...
He growled long and loud, the roar full of pain and anger, before bounding off God-knows-where.

He just couldn't look at her face... he couldn't see it. Not now...

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[Rocker Virus]

tab tab Razial indeed decided to remain silent while the two pink headed children conversed. Admitted, youngsters conversations were far more enriched since the world went downhill for the humans. But hell was a damn near apocalyptic state worth hearing kids talk about saving their families instead of the next thing to come out. Even as refreshing as it was, it still brought a sickening feeling to his stomach. Though his attention was brought from his own ill felt stomach once the girl began going on about their connection. But something was off, first an exorcism on a vampire, as far as he knew, science and everything involved, it truly wasn’t something you could simply exercise out of anyone. It was a sickness, a parasite.

tab tab Despite his doubt, Razial said nothing. Not until he found himself alone in the room. Both the girl and Meir had made their way to the streets above, abandoning the comfort of the reinforced bunker that offered up beds, food, water, and even shelter to the three. After a moment, Razial would raise himself from the bed and grab that massive case he risked all their lives for. And soon enough he’d find himself watching everything on the streets unfold. Before he could analyze the situation, Razial had already slit a finger along the DNA scanner along the handle of the case. A flicker a light trailed along the seam of either half of the case before it popped open and fell to the ground with a mighty thud. Within the case was a mystery revealed. Every item from every bit of lore, crosses, mirrors, holy water, stakes, artificial sunlight, vials of blood, needles, silver, charcoal, and so much more. If it was rumored to even hurt a vampire, he had it. Different vampires from different regions had different weaknesses. The entire case reeked like garlic, a stench that until it had been opened was completely absent. This sister of Meir, a lycan, that pink tinted wolf obvious as the sun in the sky. It seemed all of her secrets were coming out of the wood works all at once, she wasn’t his issue for now though, Leon would deal with her, if he ever showed his a**. And a handful of Vampires, the wolf had most of them busy, bouncing around with one locked head first in her jaw while the others tailed her in a circle.

tab tab Unable to help the urge to jump in, he couldn’t let the lycan kill them, as least death by the hands of a priest, he believed to save their souls. Though strange enough, the first thing he pulled out of the case was a small plastic gun, colorful hand translucent, something you’d see a kid playing with in the summer. With a squeeze of the trigger, water shot forth with almost unnatural accuracy and distance for the little pea shooter of a squirt gun. Smoldering, the two’s attention was pulled from their friend and to the human. The second they stepped towards him, without skipping a beat Razial pulled a cross from the case. Holding it out before him, he was unwavering, obviously the male had been faced with such things so frequently, he not only felt safe, but was confident enough in his abilities to get the job done that he had time to try the safest methods before lobbing heads off.

tab tab Taking to heart what the girl had stated in their room before, he spoke up, his voice eerily clairvoyant and booming with every word.
“Regna terrae, cantate Deo,
psallite Domino
qui fertis super caelum
caeli ad Orientem
Ecce dabit voci Suae
vocem virtutis,
tribuite virtutem Deo.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.
cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias
libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Benedictus Deus. Gloria Patri.”
tab tab Though as he continued, finished, the vampires were more dumbstruck by the perfectly executed Latin exorcism. After a moment began charging him once more. Sure enough even the human could tell they were fledglings, they couldn’t even run like one who’d been turned more than a week ago.

tab tab Giving it another shot, Razial began again. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus...
hanc animam redintegra...
lustratus!
lustratus!”

tab tab To no avail as they still advanced on the elderly male, he’d whip the wooden cross, with the skill of a veteran, the stake like base of the cross found itself ripping through ribs and into the vampires heart. His hand almost instantly went back to the case, blindly leading himself through as he kept eyes on the other vampire, pulling out a rosary with a charcoal cross. If crosses and incantations weren’t enough to put one down, purity of nature and the sun itself would do the trick.

tab tab Whipping his arm up and wrapping the rosary around his wrist, Razial’s other hand would grab one last gun mental sphere before charging the blood thirsty monster. That dumb leg still not letting up, but the man was determined not to let that stop him. As the vampire lunged for his neck, Razial’s hand found itself catching his forehead. While no human could even fight off the strength of a fledgling, that pure mineral charcoal cross zapped every ounce of strength granted by the evil within them. Quickly maneuvering around into a variation of the rear naked choke. One arm wrapped around the man’s neck and hooked into his other arm. The other, still pressing the cross to his forehead as he tugged his head back. Smoldering ash and smoke erupted from between his fingers as the vampire began screaming and cursing in pain.

tab tab Quickly releasing the arm under his chin, his hand slid across his dried blood coated lips, forcing the now glowing gun metal ball. Hooking his arms under the vampires quick to restrain him once more. “My Lord, You are all powerful, You are God, You are Father. We beg You through the intercession and help of the archangels Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel, for the deliverance of our brothers and sisters who are enslaved by the evil one. All saints of heaven, come to our aid.”
tab tab By now the bomb had gone off with in the man’s mouth. To a human, it would feel like nothing more than a bottle of hot sauce being drank in one go. But this was literally burning the poor guy from the inside out.

tab tab “From anxiety, sadness, and obsessions, We beg You: Free us, O Lord. From hatred, fornication, envy, We beg You: Free us, O Lord. From thoughts of jealousy, rage, and death. We beg You: Free us, O Lord. From every thought of suicide and abortion. We beg You: Free us, O Lord. From every form of sinful sexuality. We beg You: Free us, O Lord. From every division in our family, and every harmful friendship. We beg You: Free us, O Lord. From every sort of spell, malefice, witchcraft, and every form of the occult. We beg You: Free us, O Lord.”
tab tab With nothing left but a withered husk and a skeleton, Razial released the body and gently lowered it to the ground.
“Lord, You Who said, "I leave you peace, my peace I give you," grant that, through the intercession of the Virgin Mary, we may be liberated from every evil spell and enjoy Your peace always. In the Name of Christ, our Lord. Amen."


tab tab With that, all were taken care of but one, she stood out. And hell, if she was living, and he wasn’t a priest, wowzers. Shaking it off, he tugged down the brim of his hat once more. Clearing his throat, as he ignored the comments Meir made, he obviously knew the vampire.

tab tab “What did you do to the girl?” He asked. Whatever the situation, Vampires were untrustworthy to the elderly drunk. Had anything she said been the truth or not, he’d take it as a lie. With the care she took to hold the girl and keep her from harm, surely she could have been helping her, even saving her. But a vampire co-existing with a human, that was purely unheard of, impossible. More like she was being so delicate as to have a flawless meal for her creator, or master of her coven.

tab tab His other hand moving to Mier’s shoulder. “Boy, step back, she’s just another monster.” His eyes, hidden under the shadow of the hat, but locked to the blood dripping from her maw. There was no doubt in his mind she was just another violent animal. No better than the lycans they were in a never ending war with. His free hand on hilt, ready to strike he gently pushed the boy to the side as he drew the blade. “Release the girl, and I will end your suffering quickly and with the minimal amount of pain in which God deems retribution for your sins.”



[I don’t feel as through this was the greatest, but I am happy to have my length back :3]

[SeeleWolf]

⊱ Cicero's sudden transformation forced Nazaneen to take a step back. His deafening roar of anguish echoed through the air and she stared after his retreating form with wide eyes rimmed with tears. Nazaneen was filled with a sense of confusion and loss. To the eyes of all the others, Cicero had won. Calcifer sparing his life would not have been noticed by the rest of the pride, for which Nazaneen would thank him, but then why did the Rex run? His parting roar had caused goosebumps to surface across her skin. Nazaneen had never before heard so much pain expressed in such a way. But why did he run?

⊱ Her thoughts scrambled for understanding. Cicero ran rather than letting Nazaneen tend to him. Why? Was he ashamed? And it clicked. I grew up watching them fight. He knows I saw Calcifer intentionally miss the killing blow. But why would he run from me?

⊱ As cubs Cicero had been quite aloof around Nazaneen. While Calcifer took as readily to her as to another sibling, Cicero seemed to keep his distance. Even on their regular mischief-causing adventures, Cicero seemed to only tolerate Nazaneen, since his little brother was so fond of her. Nazaneen could only guess that it was because she was not a lioness. If she looked in a mirror when she was feeling particularly emotional, she could see those dark, telling stripes across her face and body. When she got angry, she could feel him staring as her stripes started to show. She had reasoned that without those stripes, she would look like a lioness, and then Cicero would like her more. She even once tried to cover the cropping up of her stripes by smearing mud on her face. She had been quite proud of her handiwork until Calcifer ruined it. Seeing the dirt on her face, he had tackled her and dunked her in the lake because she "needed a bath". Cicero had simply looked on with a grin on his face while the two floundered in the shallows. But despite his distant nature, Nazaneen could see his soft side anytime he was around Calcifer. It drew her to him, even as he seemed determined to keep away. Many years later, when Cicero asked her to be his mate just after the passing of his father, Nazaneen had assumed it had been at the suggestion of the dying Rex.

⊱ She had accepted for more than the sake of the pride. Years worth of longing would be answered. Nazaneen, her insides squirming with butterflies and hiccups of excitement, had forced her exterior to remain calm as she agreed to their union. Cicero would have been freaked out if she had been too happy about it, she was sure. After all, it was just supposed to be an arranged mating, the dying wish of the Rex. Cicero would never have chosen her of his own accord.

⊱ But after all they had been through, Nazaneen had thought they had built a level of trust between them. When she had reached out to him, to feel his presence, to reassure herself that her loved one was still warm and alive, he had run. He hadn't even looked at her. Nazaneen felt her confusion seep away as a tear ran down her cheek. Her empty insides filled instead with a hot, clawing sensation. As her skin heated, she knew her stripes were flushing across her face. As irrational as the reaction was, she grew even more angry as she stood still, watching where the Rex had disappeared in the trees. She had turned to a lion standing next to her and was speaking before her awareness caught up to what she was saying.

⊱ "Make sure Calcifer gets back to Fallen Wing and make sure he is tended." The man frowned, opened his mouth to voice his dissent, but as he caught sight of the fire in her eyes he quieted in fear and instead nodded his understanding. Then she was running, and her clothes split and fur erupted from her skin as her bones shifted. If Calcifer had looked up then, he would only have seen the blur of an orange and black tail as it disappeared between the trees.

⊱ The tigress's paws pounded the earth beneath her, claws extending and retracting rhythmically for better traction. Cicero, as a large male lion, was fast but as a tiger, Nazaneen was faster. It was easy enough to follow the path he had taken, as his scent was strong, and the damaged foliage easily revealed his reckless passage. He had made a fair amount of ground before Nazaneen caught up to him; they were both well away from any of the pride now, deep within the trees. With an extra burst of energy, Nazaneen leaped through the air to land on the Rex's back as they broke into a clearing. Cicero skidded to a stop, effectively throwing Nazaneen from his back. She twisted in midair and landed on her feet, facing him. Cicero's muzzle had been wrinkled back in a growl at his unknown opponent; but, when he recognized the orange and black visage of Nazaneen his growl faded. Nazaneen panted from the exertion of the run and for a moment they simply stared at one another.

⊱ Now that she faced Cicero, her passionate anger began to fade. There was pain in the eyes of the great lion facing her, and she could feel her chest aching for him in turn. Slowly stepping forward, Nazaneen padded toward the thick-maned red lion, never breaking eye contact. Once within reach, Nazaneen chuffed the classic tiger greeting, and rubbed her cheek against his. In the subtlety of feline body language, she conveyed her concern and love. Slowly, her body shrank and her fur disappeared. She twined her now human arms through Cicero's mane and pressed her face into the thick fur. If anyone had looked into the clearing, it would have been a strange and ethereal sight to behold. A naked woman, skin practically glowing in the moonlight, her curly hair long and wild, embracing a huge red lion. She hugged his great neck for a long while, softly stroking the fur with one hand as she held herself close to him.

⊱ "Please," Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she spoke to the lion whose mane she had tangled herself in. "Don't ever run from me."

[Maverick Meister]

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It was only when Nonaka pointed out the wolf who'd jumper into the fray that Meir actually turned and looked at the creature. At first glance, the boy nearly did a spit-take, staring bug-eyed at the bizarrely colored wolf. Pink. The creature's pelt was pink. He'd never seen a wolf with fur of that color, animal or lycan. Not that the beast's pelt couldn't have just as easily been any color. He couldn't help but feel a creeping suspicion, and if nothing else, a sense of bewilderment. In his travels, it was not every day that Meir met other folks with pink hair, much less animals of the same shade.

Trying to deny the unsettling picture beginning to form in Meir's head, the boy refocused his attention on Nonaka and her companion. His eyes met with the young girl's and Meir frowned. She looked so young and innocent. It had been forever since Meir had seen anyone with such naive eyes; the war hardened everyone. Nothing was simple anymore. He wondered how someone so fragile could even survive in such a world. It looked like Nonaka was protective of the child, holding her close --she kind of had that almost-maternal thing going on. Meir attempted to smile at the young girl, an awkward expression that looked more confused than friendly. "Friend of yours?" he asked Nonaka. "Er... hello there," he said to the little one, trying not to sound too moronic, but still less calloused. What was this, high school?

The sound of a terrible screech made Meir turn his eyes to the battle, still waging on. It was funny how some fights weren't even worth avoiding. There were always shadows lurking close by, eager and willing to steal all the action. One need not even pay it any mind, even as a gory fight goes down less than fifty feet away. The old man from before seemed to be jumping in as well, and Meir felt a knot form in his stomach. That old priest was a loose canon; a catalyst for constant ********. He started wailing off some ancient Latin and Meir rolled his eyes. An exorcism, really? Really? Who even believed in that stuff anymore? "Religous nut job," Meir muttered under his breath, only loud enough for Nonaka to hear.

"Anyway... if you're looking for someplace safe, I know a few spots around here," Meir said to the blonde vampire. "You helped me once. It'd be the least I could do." While Meir had his hang-ups when it came to social graces, and to be honest, was a bit apathetic when it came to the subject of ethics, he still had his morals. Kindness was a rarity, and one he believed in returning when offered.

Before their conversation could go any further, however, Raz approached them. He demanded what Nonaka had done to the young girl, which instantly pissed Meir off. ******** prejudiced humans. He shot the man an irritated glare. Raz had saved his life, so really, he couldn't hate the guy, but Raz seemed to have a natural talent for getting on Meir's bad side.

Meir's eyebrows furrowed with confusion when the old man set his hand on his shoulder. “Boy, step back, she’s just another monster.” Nonaka was probably many things, but she'd done nothing so far as Meir had seen to deserve being called a monster. The boy was still weak from his collapsed and easily stumbled a few steps back when Raz shoved him, which only pissed him off even more.

Now. Meir was not the sort to lose his temper often. He was not a hot-head, or violent, or out to prove his manliness to anyone. But on the rare occasion that someone truly struck a nerve, and the circumstances were just right, or perhaps Meir was just cranky enough, the pink-haired boy could throw one hell of a fit. Or at the very least, show a far more aggressive nature than he usually did. Without a second thought, he reached out, hooking his fingers into the back of the collar of Raz's coat, and yanked the man back as hard as he could. As far as body builds went, Meir was on the lean side, but what meat he did have on his bones was almost purely muscle --garnered from his tedious traveling.

After he'd jerked Raz back by his collar (bum leg or no bum leg), Meir placed himself in front of Nonaka defensively. He casually unsheathed his sword, holding the blade up horizontally so that he could briefly flip Raz the bird. "No offense, Raz, you've been nice n' all, but seriously man. You pick a fight with her, you pick a fight with me." Meir stared at the man with a dull expression, hoping the old priest would listen to reason. A fight would be inconvenient. "She's a good person. If your God disagrees," he said, pausing briefly. "Both you n' him can ******** off."

O O C ;; I know this is out of order. Silver wasn't feeling up to posting so she said I could go ahead.

[irken invader iris]

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Shame. Disappointment. Annoyance. Fury. Frustration. Hurt... All of these must be running through her mind. Everything that Cicero felt he was positive she felt ten fold. He was her mate, her Rex, her king. He was the one who was supposed to protect her, to love her, to keep her fed and healthy. He was the lord of the lions, and the strength of the Pride. He was supposed to be the one everyone looked up to; the one that when you were in trouble you shouted his name. And he would come running... No matter the facade he put on, Cicero would always come to a person in need. Granted, if they were family. All the lions were his family, and no matter how weak one was, he would always help. Even though he outwardly proclaimed if you couldn't save yourself, you weren't worth it.
It was wrong... Cicero cared. He really, truly cared about his lions. They were his family, his friends: brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers. But to admit it aloud, to tell them all that he cared for them and would die for them, was to admit weakness. And that was something he would not do. Weakness led to nothing but misery; people could grab onto it and tear apart everything you built up. By pretending all he cared for was strength, no one went for those he loved. They went for him.

Cicero winced when he heard the all too familiar sound of the most important person in his life trailing him. It made him angry more than anything... First the Rex of Fallen Wing gets beaten by his little brother, now he can't even outrun his wife?
Weak.
He snarled, telling his inner self to shut the ******** up.
Weak!
He growled again, teeth baring.
WEAK!
A body crashed into him, and for a moment, for a sliver of time, Cicero thought about rolling over and just giving in. To allow whoever it was to kill him, break his neck, slit his throat, destroy his life and everything with it.
So very very weak...
Cicero roared, spinning around and preparing to attack whoever dared crash into him- and stopped. Nazaneen, the love of his life, in all her striped glory... staring at him with the kindest eyes he'd every seen. They brimmed with tears as she fell back into her human self, and to see those eyes filled with sadness because of him broke his heart. It tore his insides to see her looking at him like that.

He grew still when her arms wrapped around his thick neck, digging into his tussled, tangled mane. His thoughts whirled and his emotions swam.
Comforted... he was being comforted.
"Please," even with his hearing it was hard to understand her. "Don't ever run from me." Cicero gulped. Not just comforted; he was comforting as well. It was exactly what couples should do; comfort each other in times of need.
It had never happened to him before.

The Rex lost control of his beast, and the fur flowed under Nazaneen's arm until warm flesh was felt underneath.
Cicero buried his face in her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her in as close as possible. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes, but it didn't help. The first tear rolled free; it made Cicero more angry, and even more saddened. Which, in turn, made more tears.
Weak.
Cicero suddenly shoved away from the love of his life, pushing back until he was a good few feet away. He glared at the ground and grew more and more furious with each drop of liquid that broke free.
"How can you stand to look at me?" He murmured, eyes rolling up to meet hers. He got to his feet and balled his hands into fists, "I have been disgraced in the eyes of all who saw, and all who they will tell." He scoffed, "By morning I will be the laughingstock of the lycans." Cicero started pacing angrily, stomping hard with each step. "Cicero Valentine, Rex of Fallen Wing. Beaten by his traitorous, younger brother." He came to a halt and looked up at Nazaneen. He opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but stopped and looked back down at his feet, still not able to meet her eyes. To see the disappointment he knew had to be in those perfect eyes.
"You would have been better off without me," Cicero said in a voice so hushed even he could barely hear it. But it was true. If she hadn't been with him, she would have found a mate that could have taken better care of her. Would be willing to show his devotion in public... One that wouldn't be beaten by any foe, especially in her presence.
Someone like Calcifer.
In fact, if she had ended up with him, the Pride would be stronger than when it started. Cicero would still be Rex, but Calcifer would be his second. He wouldn't have ended up with a vampire, he wouldn't have become a hybrid, he would be weaker than Cicero... and Nazaneen would be so much happier.

Weak.

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Skittles groaned at the noise in the area; it was pretty loud with all the growling and snarling and blood smacking... and shouting from the man who looked like a drunk religious nut.
It took Nonaka only a few seconds to realize that that was exactly what he was. It made her groan in annoyance. In all her life, she had dealt with pissed off, murderous vampires. Cruel, war-loving lycans. Humans that believed she was a monster and set out to treat her as such. But religious men who tried to say she was evil? Monster, she could deal with... evil. That was crossing the line.
Getting angry was not her way, however... and she had only responded with anger a handful of times in her entire life. One of those times had already happened that evening, and she wasn't sure if she should do it again. The first time had made her feel terrible... like something had dug into her gut and ripped out everything through her throat, dragging her heart with it. Would she feel like that again? Probably not... seeing as it wasn't Calcifer; it was a man that she had never met and now that she had she couldn't wait to sink her teeth into his neck.

Meir came in then... he surprised her, actually. She was used to being defended and fought for, that wasn't the problem. It was just surprising that it was a boy who was more frail than she looked. Not that she would tell him that... that would just be mean. Plus, he could fight. Any human that could hold their own against the supernatural was as strong as any vampire or lycan in Nonaka's book. Oh, and the pink hair. She just loved that.

"Nonaka..." Said blond looked down at the squirming Skittles. She had barely realized she was awake, even when Meir greeted her with a little wave and everything. Was she distracted tonight? Probably... A lot of s**t happened, so yeah. Definitely.


With the lycan not too far away, the priest threatening to kill her for doing absolutely nothing but existing, her best friend lying nearly unconscious in her arms, and another ally preparing to attack this priest that had come out of nowhere, Nonaka was getting a little frustrated.
"First off, Skittles?" She looked down at the girl in her arms, who was glancing about at the scene in front of her, probably confused out of her mind. "Why are you with me?" For a moment, Skittles blinked at her, not sure what she meant. Nonaka rephrased... "Why are you, a human, with me, a vampire?"
Skittles understood immediately; "You saved my life. I owe you everything," she smiled, "Plus, we're friends. You don't leave friends."
Nonaka smiled back and looked up, not yet letting her down. She would later, but not right now... she may have to still run. If it was just her, she would stay and fight. But she had Skittles to think about.
"Second; I have a question for the trigger happy priest. What have I done to deserve your hatred?" She let her annoyance show through, "Would you like to know how I became a vampire?" Whether or not he did, she didn't care. "I chose it. I chose to become a vampire because I was too weak to fend for myself; because I wanted more, because I needed to be able to protect myself from humans." She wanted to take a step forward, to impose herself, but forced herself to stay still. "Humans. Not vampires, not lycans, humans. Humans are what we all start out as, and humans are still the cruelest creatures of all. But that's not the most interesting part," she paused, "I regret my decision with every, not needed, breath I take." Her lip quivered, and she knew she wasn't in the right emotional state if she was already about to cry in front of a man she'd only just met. "I am not some evil demon that kills people for pleasure. In fact, I have never killed anyone that was not in self defense." She took a long look at him, from head to toe, and wrinkled her nose. "And I'm not so arrogant in my apparent strength that I would take on a vampire armed with nothing more than a bear belly and some fancy words."

Skittles shifted in her arms, taking her attention off the two men in front of her. Nonaka set her down, but kept an eye on her, not sure what might happen.
"I was simply taking a stroll and happened across these fledglings. I have done nothing wrong, I certainly do not deserve to die for walking down the street."

[[ Bleeeehhhhh ]]

[irken invader iris]

〄 ℍaru ℬ. ℝudwin 〄 ✖ ✖ ✖ Padma

✖ ✖ ✖ That's why the room felt empty... There weren't many of them in here. Or at least, all of them weren't. A few were still missing, the most obvious being Celia. Haru knew that she had been attacked, and with the distinctive smell she always carried with her, he figured she was in her room resting. He couldn't blame her in the least; in fact, he was glad she wasn't here to hear the news. News that everyone knew about now anyway... But still; Celia wouldn't like war, especially seeing as it was partially her fault.
Not that Haru would say that.

The other one missing was Aurora, and again, Haru wasn't entirely surprised. Aurora did things at her own pace and didn't give a damn if anyone didn't like it. She was brash and brave, and almost always late. Haru wasn't her biggest fan, but he did like her. Not as much as a certain someone... but she was a friend. At least he hoped so.
Although, seeing as she had been sleeping for months, probably hadn't eaten just yet, and awoken to find out there was a war... Soon a fight would come. Most definitely.

Despite the missing vampires, however, Thanatos began the meeting. Haru wasn't sure if he was glad or not for that; he wanted it over with, but then he didn't really want it to happen in the first place. He didn't like fighting... Well, ok, he liked fighting. But he didn't like the moments when he royally screwed up and people laughed or died because of it.
Yes. Laughing and people dying fell in the same category for him.

“My rather rash declaration has already made quite the impact on the lycans. It’s rumored that they have formed an alliance army to ward off any attacks.”

Rash is a word for it. Haru pursed his lips and thought about what he had just heard. At least Thanatos admitted his decision hadn't been at all thought out. But he had no obvious plan for taking it back; in fact, it sounded as though he had every intention of continuing the war. On that note; alliances?!
Lycans weren't hard to defeat on their own; destroying a clan was difficult, but get a small pack of animals alone and all would be well. Vampires were much more stealthy hunters, where as lycans fought like, well, animals. But if they were forming together, they were going to have a serious problem. Numbers overwhelmed much easier than strength. And if they all banded together, they would have to get some serious numbers themselves or they were done for.
And where did vampires get their numbers?
Haru smirked at his own thought, but it fell when the sound of the jar screamed in his ears. He knew Thanatos wouldn't have made a sound when placing the jar of blood near him, but the female across the table would.

Fighting the intense desire to thank her, despite knowing exactly where the jar had been the entire time, Haru reached out and took it, determined to pour himself a drink without spilling.
It wasn't hard, he had, after all, been doing this for years. He poured the blood into his cup, wincing when a drop landed on the hand that was holding it, and took his first sip. Haru licked his lips multiple times to be positive there was nothing left on his face before finally turning his hearing back on.
His eyes, hidden behind the blindfold, remained directed towards the cup on the table. There was no point in looking at the person talking if you couldn't see them.

When Thanatos brought up the fact that the lycans wouldn't just accept him as a peace offering, Haru had to fight not to scoff. It had crossed his mind the moment he declared war. As well, it was painfully obvious that it would not happen. Perhaps the lions would accept it, they were traditional if anything else, but the leopards were far too bloodthirsty to even care about Thanatos' death. The wolves were too angry to even consider it: With their Ulfric dead, as well as other friends, they wanted more blood than a Master.
Besides, it would only create more problems for the vampires. Other covens would swoop in for a chance to take over Fate; Celia would be otherwise screwed or dead, and the rest of the vampires would fall under the reign of some stronger a*****e who only wanted power.
No... offering the Master was not the right plan.

The next thought out of Thanatos' mouth was an interesting one, though. Wiping out most and enslaving the rest? Not a bad idea. Keeping them as pets would ensure their own hold on the world, plus keep the delicious blood on hand at all times. Haru didn't hate the lycans, though. In fact he was glad they existed. They sorted out the strong from the weak and kept things interesting. Without them, vampires would be made left and right. They were strong, fast, and deadly. As much as the vampires, some even more.
No no... they couldn't be enslaved, at least not completely. It would mess with the order of things far too much.
Haru opened his mouth to respond to his Master in as snide a way as possible, but stopped when he felt the air move. Thanatos had prepared for his comment, apparently.

“We did fail at this before, our ancestors, Zeal, fell victim to the comfort of power, they left their guard down. We will not supply them with that opportunity again.”

If they had failed at it once, why try again? There's always a first for everything, Haru guessed, and if anyone wanted glory it was Thanatos. He had his father's footsteps to follow in, plus he had just made a complete a** of himself. He needed to regain the honor he had, he needed the respect of the vampires back. Haru understood that, and figured, why the hell not?
But there were a few things to be made sure of...

Luce spoke up, then, and it surprised Haru. He was getting kind of tired of feeling surprised, but he would deal with it to listen to her voice. So rarely did he hear it...
Plus, he was grateful that she pointed out what he was thinking as well. He only had to further it.
"Enslaving them is an idea that could potentially work out well. If we treat them like beasts long enough, they'll eventually act as such. In fact, if we keep them in their animal form they will soon be unable to change back." Haru wasn't sure he liked pointing out that bit of information; he really did like the lycans... he felt weird about exploiting their weaknesses. "They are a rebellious lot though, that we can all agree on. If we enslave them, they will either fight constantly, or die trying. And then where will we be? Just a world full of vampires and a few humans." Haru shook his head, "Dimming down their numbers is exactly what must be done," he was careful to word his idea, not wanting to make it seem as if he was taking charge. "But perhaps enslaving them is too much. We could instead let them roam free throughout the forest; allow them to keep their precious lands and clans, but... make sure that they know we are the leaders. We own them, and we allow them to live. We just have to broaden their knowledge to that fact."

He paused, thinking it all over once again. "We must kill the leaders, all of them. Malic and Saya, along with all of their underlings. Cicero and Nazaneen, including theirs as well. And of course ...the new Ulfric and whomever he chose for his mate." Haru leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table. "Anyone with too much spirit, too much fight, and too much love for their leaders. They must be stamped out, or we will regret it in the future."

Oh, and: "We will also be needing to be very clear on everything, or Chaos will spin off their own ideas and try to take over everyone. Not just the lycans."


(((( Sorry for taking so ridiculously long... Dx ))))

He was the congregation's vagrant,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWith an unrequited love.

When your passion's exaltation,

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Oh Memories!

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How I miss yesterday!xxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHow'd I let it fade away?

Where'd you go?

[Rocker Virus]

tab tab Razial was shocked, not only did the stubborn boy refuse to step aside, but he was defending her, and insulting the god that put him here. Stepping closer, he drew the blade, giving a few practice swings in their direction, sending mists of holy water over two. While all vampires were victims to the same weaknesses, but four out of five in the region were effected by holy water, anywhere from a little sizzle to a barbeque. “Boy, just ‘cause I’m a priest doesn’t mean I won’t knock you down a peg.” His stance wasn’t one you’d take if you were readying to fight, instead one obviously of his assumption with the boys age that he wasn’t going to stand a chance. “I suggest you step aside before she takes you for a snack as well.” His words would strike a chord with the boy as that blade of his came down, aiming for the man’s shoulder. Though the veteran swordsmen would quickly counter, he knew the wooden sword would do nothing to stop his sword if it was anything but a novelty. Not wanting to take those changes, Razial swiped the side of the blade with his own, using his arm as a fulcrum.

tab tab Readjusting the boy weight behind the blade to his side, Razial was easily able to bypass the attack thinking nothing more of the boy than amateur. Raising his blade and pulling it back like the launcher of a pinball machine. “This is your last chance.” Though before he had the chance to thrust the blade through the blonde vampires heart, he’d hear the boy rise once more ready to cut down the man who threatened his friend. Quickly side stepping, to the extent a drunken old man could. Which was apparently pretty well as Razial slapped the blade once more, just enough to avoid it’s razor edge.

tab tab “Boy, How many humans do you think she fed off of?” Taking a step closer as he now poised ready to strike down the boy. “How many more do you think she will kill? How much blood needs to be spilled by your friend before you realize she’s just another monster, feeding off Gods prize creations?” As if talking bad about the lady was all it took to tick the boy off, he’d charge in once more, clearly proving the Priest wrong, swinging the sword as if it were something he was born and raised by. Though Razial had put in just as many if not more years with swords. Keeping in mind the integrity of his wooden sword, Razial kept it from the blades edge as much as possible, every vertical slash would be countered with a swipe from the side, forcing the blade off its path. Though every hit shaved a little more from the sides of his own blade.

tab tab While it seemed as through the two were evenly matched, every chance Razial got, spurts of holy water trailed off the blade in Nonaka’s direction. Eventually taking this advantage in the boys opening would betray him. As the boy came in with a slash across the horizon, Razial was unable to knock the blade away in time, instead using his own wooden sword to block the boys blade. One would think it would cut straight through, but the sound of clashing metal would stop Meir’s sword half way through. In the base of the hilt would be the visible silver tang that extended up the length of the blade.

tab tab After a moment of the two struggling to separate their blades from one another, Razial’s wooden sword would release Meir’s, only to send the drunkard stumbling, leaving Meir the opening to strike. With a single slash of his blade, blood would be spilt. Or would it. Razial would fall to the ground with a thud, but the scent of blood or the crimson shimmer of the liquid would be absent, instead the scent of warm cedar would fill the air. With a couple of thumps, Razial would kick off the rest of the severed fake leg. Sure enough, this explained the man’s limp, but what was now revealed would be just as disturbing. Preloaded was the rather large barrel of a gun. Prepared for any situation, Razial had loaded a rubber bouncy ball down the barrel. “Boy, I’m truly growing sick of your interruptions…” Grabbing his pant leg and lifting his leg to aim the barrel at the boy, it would only take a quick shift to fire said bouncy ball at the boy. Shattering against his chest and knocking the wind from him, not nearly fatal, but enough to incapacitate the boy. Using the sword like a cane, he rose himself back to his feet, well foot. “It truly isn’t anything personal Miss. Even if your story is true, I cannot let you live. Self-defense or not, sooner or later every vampire ends up the same.” The look on his face was serious, while alcohol lingered on his breath, but he was eerily coherent. “This isn’t the first time I’ve laid eyes on you though, now is it?” Looking over her body once more a grin hit his lips. “Your looks have cursed you. I’ve seen you once before. With a lycan I believe… Running around in the nude.”

tab tab Tapping his chin in a thoughtful mannerism, he snapped his fingers. “That’s right” Turning to the little girl beside her. “She might have saved you, but she’s still a Lying harlot.” His eyes snapped back up to the blonde as he called her out. “What was it, two, three nights ago, yeah. You crashed a human gathering, sank your fangs into an unsuspecting girl. Draining her like a juice box. I’m sure that was just for self-defense too wasn’t it.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the last of his UV bombs. “I tried offering you the easy way out. But you may curse your friend in the afterlife for your suffering.” With that, his thumb would indent the side of the small sphere before tossing it to her feet. Without another word, Razial turned his back and made a slow, limp retreat. He knew enough of the vampire, if she was to life, he could track her, if not, then he could continue with his life, without loss of sleep.

[Kaoru_abz]

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xxxxFor I am the monster in the END ! ! to be the true Master of Chaos

Sinking further within his chamber’s throne, Aaron began his tranquil relaxation with a slam of an elbow onto the stone-arm slab along with resting his rounded chin within the palm of his stabilized hand. There was a consequence that followed his agitating journey into foreign territory; his hunger had grown as well as his frustration. As usual, Thanatos was a dimwitted numskull hoping to influence more violence in an already brewing conflict. Materializing another devastating war ~ how brilliant, and all for the sake of what? Strength in numbers was well established. Now, what would be the point of reducing their amount of food? The situation would be similar to humans throwing pounds of fresh grain over a cliff, never to be seen or tasted. Earth itself had to make room for three growing races; disrupting the balance of natural selection would only destroy the world along with its inhabitants – that included the vampire race. It was common sense!

And what position did Zeal take in all of this rubbish? Would Zeal inevitably fall into the hands of stupidity? Chaos has had a reputation for rash decisions and an undeniable temperament; however, with a former Sin among higher ranks, decisions in relation to war have been taken seriously. The peons listen well because of fear, not of reason – but, how does Sin work without a developed control system. They were all scattered like ants after someone has destroyed their home. Disorganized! How could they possibly function? Perhaps those types of questions were to remain unanswered. Zeal was always mysterious in that manner; he was a shadow, an unholy creature of the night bringing his own definition of connection into his coven. Explanations alone would not permit comprehension. Instead, it would further increase the amount of confusion.

Languidly, the Padma opened his hazed vision to view his dull establishment. Patches of green had begun to ooze out of the stone walls, leaving a lingering scent of mold to be relished. It had been awhile since scrubbing and dusting had detailed the room, yet it oddly had brought a comforting and relaxing atmosphere. It was a unique decoration that had labeled a gift of Mother Nature. Was there a hidden meaning behind her action? Was this fungal raid a blessing or a curse? So many unanswered questions and just too much time pondering; everything had settled into a mood of boredom, except for the rapid and most displeasing footsteps approaching.

Ignoring the gesture of knocking before entering, the intruder opened the entrance door quite harshly along with slamming it against the stone surface. Pity - now the room was imperfect due to the tantrum of filth. The woman had shone brilliantly through moonlight, but her face as distasteful as always; a hand placed on a hip was a child’s way of expressing disappointment, yet women always assumed it was a symbol of power. What was gained from using the inappropriate gestures of a mortal's world? It was already acknowledged that the petite vampire had no ounce of self-respect. Did she really need another reason for her weakened disposition? “If you were a mutt, I’d view you in a much lesser form. A bark with no bite is a physically incapable dog at best,” Aaron slightly grinned, observing Iris as she began to further invade his property. Each step had been noted to be in a rhythmic pattern of her motions while her lips snapped from opened to closed.

It had been minutes after since Iris had finished her extended monologue; still, the Padma wasn't at all impressed with the spontaneous speech. As always, it lacked strength. “Ah, seems like the miniature pup is done yapping,” Aaron commented, rising out of his throne to make use of his height. In every way he was superior to the so called Marmee Nior. Why did she seem so confident in her abilities to control a ravaging beast? It was like screaming "I'm Dinner!" to a hungry lion. Surely, the self-assurance depicted would soon disappear. Quickly placing his hand against the woman’s mouth, he roughly ran the trespasser into the parallel wall several yards away, creating an imprint of the female's figure to be a permanent decoration. Hungry, agitated, and exhausted, the male positioned his lips close to the intruder's left ear, unenergetically beginning his elongated fangs on the path toward their desired destination. “Put me back in my place? You may outrank me, Marmee Noir ~ but, do not forget that it is I that owns you.” With one quick breath, the vampire swiftly dug his fangs into the prey’s most prominent vein, allowing the cold blood to be sucked out and devoured. Just as anticipated, the liquid was unsatisfying; however, the sensation of pinning prey justified the action.






ℨ↘ outofcookies⋮ Yay -- a post as Aaron~!! Trying to get back into his character -- made this post quick x__x Didn't want to God-mode -- so, I am not adding any more XD

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[SilverChaosti]

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Bring me home in a b l i n d i n g dream ๑ Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin ☀ And show me how to be whole again
》 》 》 》 》 And Show Me How to be Whole Again ! !

Lunaris growled lowly, her ears flattening as she stared at Raziel who couldn't seem to resist coming in and taking her kill. She watched the other fledglings try to attack the human priest, instinct seeming to tell them to attack what they know. The lycan refused to let go of the one she had in her jaw though. Even as the young thing scratched at her muzzle and even managed to slash across her forlegs and her side. Alright, she was done playing nice. Dropping the fledgling, she bit into his throat, just as his claws raked against her ribs. The skin split just enough for the blood to start spilling a bit. It wasn't life threatening, but it was enough to annoy her. It was alright though, his retribution was immediate, as she bit into his stomach, his arms and legs before finally attacking his throat and heart. A bloody mess, and there was still some left. She would leave it for some scavanger.

Raising her head, she looked at the scene before her, ears flickering as she listened to the vampire speak while Meir tried to protect her. THe fur along her back raised as she watched the fight commence, wanting to get in it but knowing better. She was a bit injured and it would be stupid to get in the fight. She did somewhat limp towards where Nonaka and Skittles were, the pain shooting through her as she stopped by the female vampire. She felt the splash of the water and snorted, shaking her head. A low snarl escaping her maw as she looked towards Raziel. He was hitting her s**t list real fast. But she couldn't stay around, not as an injured lycan. So instead of attacking Raziel like she so desired, she turned and left the scene.

Once she felt she was hidden enough and a safe distance away, Lunaris began the grueling process of shifting back into her human form. It was painful with her wound, feeling like her entire body was shredding in every part until finally she was in her human form. She panted, holding onto her side, near her ribs. It was bleeding, the wound having ripped open even farther. Probably not the best idea. She shook her head, biting her tongue against the urge to scream. She was a lycan, she would damn well deal with the pain. After a few minutes of rest and wanting to cry she would.

By the time Lunaris had reached back to the group, the small quarrel was almost over between the two. It seemed Meir was slowly gaining the upper hand. ''I hate nut job humans like that. They say I'm crazy, but at least I am not delusional.'' she whispered coldly to Nonaka as she watched Raziel fall to the ground. ''What ya doing with the human anyways gorgeous?" she mused in slight curiosity as she stared down at Skittles. Cute looking thing. Her attention span was taken away for a moment when she heard the blast. ''MEIR!" she screeched, watching as he fell back and Raziel moved to his one leg.

She was by him within moments, checking him over worriedly. Low growls emitted from her throat, staring down at her twin momentarily before she turned to look at Raziel. "You damnable obsessed bible thumper, the hell is wrong with you?" she called out to him, picking up a broken glass bottle. She threw it with deadly aim straight for Raziel's head. She didn't stop there, already finding other objects to throw at him. She threw quiet a few random things at Raziel, a shudder going through her system. ''Pray we never meet again.'' she whispered the silent promise to herself. She grumbled, picking up Meir, worry still etched on her face. ''You ok Meir Meir?" she frowned as she began to lead him away from their current location.








Out Of Canines

This sucks, I know, silver doesn't care right now D: < She just wanted to get this awful post done and over with crying
''Speech''







irken invader iris




Maverick Meister




Rocker Virus

[Rocker Virus]

tab tab Thanatos was surprised enough by Luce’s inquisition. But he was just as quick to retort a response. “As you both are well aware of, I’m not always the greatest with words.” Sure he was a wordsmith, of more than not he was persuasive enough to get his way, or calm enough to invoke fear in even the most irrational adversaries. Yet when it came to the other clans, for reasons he never honestly brought up. It was Diplomacy, and nothing more. He didn’t approach them as a weaver or words at the loom of one’s own existence. A hidden rage, anguish for the both boiled in his eye despite his seemingly calm demeanor. “Which is partially why I’ve asked for the covens council to be gathered.”

tab tab Best these two then let the ill-temperament of Aurora butt in at the moment. “As expected, I’ve been asked to speak at the gathering, once Fa-… Zeal has had time to settle in from his long absence. And I’m simply inquiring your opinions. While slavery of the lycans is a risk to be had, nothing is ever gained without risk. Any other suggestions would be more than welcome Lucinda.”

tab tab Haru, who on most occasions, left Thanatos wishing he just slapped him upside the back of his head, for a change made him want to ruffle the hair atop his head like a father would do to a son. Though he wouldn’t show such things, in action or expression, instead he nodded along as the boy continued. “I must say, that is an excellent adaptation. And in truth, aside from Malic and Cicero’s strengths, it would be quite an easy feat to accomplish on its own.” Lacing his fingers and resting his chin along his thumbs, Thanatos pondered for a moment. “Indeed, stomping out additional pests and their young will truly bring a spark to others eyes.”

tab tab Thanatos was half speechless as everything played out so smoothly in his head. Trying his best to plug every gap in the thought. “The only way to keep Chaos from trying to take over the whole thing is to somehow define this as a Joint operation.” Raising from his seat at the far side of the table, he circled around, his footsteps almost silent. “Right now Sin and Chaos both see Fate as weak. We need something that not only shows our respect and loyalty within the plan, but shows them that we are not just dead weight.”

tab tab Coming to a stop, Thanatos turned toward the door. “Guards, retrieve the few lycans we’ve got captive.” Turning back to Haru, he’d give a light grin. “I nearly forgot About the lycan blood donors we have lying around. Surely by now they’ve reverted somewhat. If we show them we’ve already tested this idea, it’s a plus there.” Moving back to his seat at the far end of the table, “In addition to showing these beasts off, why not offering each head of the packs to a master.” Moving decorations already placed on the table as though they had some meaning he continued. “Zeal loves a good chase, so we’ll offer up the sneaky b*****d Malic, and that baby faced runt of a master at Chaos can Have this newly Rising Ulfric. Surely snuffing out a new leader before he can get his barring will give him an Ego trip.”

tab tab While Thanatos was giving great ideas, he still seemed to be drawing a blank as to how to prove that Fate wasn’t a joke. The captive Lycans at the least would show that this plan wasn’t truthfully half baked. Though it was just by convenient fortune that they had Lycan that were already showing signs of the desired effect of captivity. And then it clicked, while Fate couldn’t attack their allies, they could use those captive lycan as ploys, show them the extent of their control over them by attacking them and calling them off as the Covens meeting.

[>.>… Bleh… Such a long weight for a meh post like this @_@]

[irken invader iris]

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|| ౦ ౦ ౦ No... No! This could not happen again! She was the queen, dammit! She would not be undermined again! Especially not by this pompous... childish... arrogant little asswipe!
There were plenty of reasons why Iris was so cruel, why she refused to give mercy to anyone she dealt with. It was the only way in Chaos... to be ruthless was the only path a person could choose in such a devastating world. With mercy, with love, with friendship comes weakness. Iris had far too much weakness before becoming the undead. She was a petty little thing that could barely lift a dog... she didn't become a vampire by choice. Her parents, the people that raised her, that taught her, that took care of her... they killed her. They gave her no choice. Before she could move they were on her, biting her everywhere, being sure she would either die or become one of them.
It was the largest thing between her and her least favorite person in the world. The woman who had originally become Marmee Nior and was only gone because she betrayed the entire coven.
Nonaka... Her past was the exact opposite of Iris'. She had chosen to become a vampire; to be the undead, to be the strongest creature imaginable. She chose.
Iris didn't choose... it wasn't something she wanted in life. She was forced into this hellhole like so many others. And yet, she had become the leader. She had become the heartless, cold woman that no one could get through to. She was fearsome, terrifying, and above all, deadly. She embraced her new life and set out to do exactly what the humans thought vampires did.

Iris had to claw her way to the top, and if she hadn't been beaten by the blond bimbo, she would have made it without technicalities. No one had joked to her face about that situation and lived... But it still happened, she knew that.

As Iris stood against the wall, held up by a firm hand and sharp teeth, she stared at the ceiling. Her past flitted about her eyes; the glory, the mistakes, the sadness, the anger... It all rushed to her mind, filling her purple eyes with a fire that burned hotter than the sun they all detested so much.
It made her blood run hot; her fingers clenched, her hatred grew... and her lips curled into a smile. Laughter began to bubble to the surface, spilling out of her pale lips as if she had just thought of a joke.
Her eyes closed as her laughter grew; mouth open, chest rising and falling in quick succession with each gasp to keep the laughter going. It was as if she wasn't being choked, or even bitten. It was as if it all tickled.

"Do you really think you are that terrifying?" Iris pulled herself free from his teeth, ripping her skin with a sickening sound as she yanked. Her eyes glittered as she looked on the face of the man that was supposed to be under her. "You're like an overexcited toddler, playing with a puppy he can't control."
She shook her head, smirking further, "How can you even begin to think I could respect you," she paused, looking into his eyes. "If I feel nothing but annoyance when you come to my mind?" Iris raised her foot and pressed it against Aaron's gut, shoving hard with the brace she had on the wall. It didn't send him as far as she would like, but it was something. And hey, she'd just had quite a lot of blood lost...
"You cannot control me." She walked up to him, blood now pouring down the front of shirt. "No matter what you do to me, Aaron, you can't make me listen to you. You cannot make me fear you." She knelt down so she could put her face next to his. "You aren't strong enough for that, not even close."

Iris stood back up and took a few steps back, "Until the Master is dead, you are not my superior in any way." Not only did she blatantly admit that the Master would die soon, but she also suggested that she figured he would be the one to get rid of him. "Not that I would listen to the new one anyway." She scoffed, pressing her hand to her neck and pulling it away with a red hand. "Would you like some more? Or are you done pretending to be the big bad vampire?"
She paused, eyebrow raised, "I do hope you're done and we can stop with all the theatrics and just talk."

(( Same problem, didn't want to godmode. >.< ))


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[Maverick Meister]

xxxxxxxxxxxDONT CARE WHAT I GOTTA DO
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI SWEAR IM GONNA FIND YOU !!
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xxxI might be crazy, I might be insane, I might be crazy, I might be insane
xxxxxxw e r e w o l v e s ● v a m p i r e s ● h u n t e r s
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I don't really care, I really don't care, I don't really care, I really don't care, I don't really carexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Meir almost felt bad, fighting a crippled ol' man with a wooden sword, but Raz was obviously a seasoned fighter; he held his own just fine, with no lenience on Meir's part. In fact, it the guy was starting to genuinely piss him off. "If you call me 'boy' one more time, I'm gonna' knock the holy lights right out of you," he growled, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. "My name's Meir!" As their blades clashed, the distinct ringing of metal caught Meir by surprised. He stared incredulously at the seemingly wooden sword as they struggled to separate their weapons, realizing the hidden metal blade within. In the split second that followed, Raz left himself open, and Meir saw a chance to take him down without actually having to kill him. That would have been ideal, at least. As he swung his blade to slash across the man's bum leg, another unexpected thing happened. Taking a surprised step back, Meir found himself staring down the barrel of a large gun. He froze for a moment as it registered this very well could be the last thing he ever saw, and then he smirked dryly. "...Heh. You're just full of surprises," he muttered.

The resounding bang echoed in his ears, though, his mind was left spinning. Something had hit his chest, was it a bullet? It wasn't what he'd expected if it was. His entire torso hurt beyond words, and the wind had been pounded clear out of his lungs and he couldn't seem to get it back. He collapsed onto the ground, almost unconscious, but still dizzily gazing about. Someone was screaming his name, which, in the midst of his stupor, was something of particular notability. He blinked, knitting his eyebrows together as he tried to focus his eyes on the figure hovering over him. She looked worried, angry even. How silly. He knew it was a strange reaction to her concern, but for whatever reason, even though he couldn't breathe, Meir couldn't help but smirk. 'Don't worry,' he wanted to say, but he couldn't. His body convulsed, trying to bring oxygen back into his lungs, and suddenly, a rush of air broke through the barrier.

With a loud heave, Meir sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, and instantly began coughing uncontrollably. [********... stings..." he choked out. His eyes moved around quickly, and he looked down at his chest. There was no blood, which was a good sign. He still had no idea what had hit him, but as long as he was alive it didn't matter. His eyes were then drawn to a tiny metal ball as it clacked onto the ground beside him. Raziel and his infernal cherry bombs; Meir would be damned if he let another one of those go off. With shaky hands, and still quite disoriented, Meir snatched up the little UV bomb and hurriedly looked around, trying to think of what to do with it. Without any better ideas, he decided to simply chuck it as far as he possibly could. Sadly, that wasn't very far; more specifically, only a few yards away. What could he say? The oxygen in his body was still being redistributed to his arm muscles.

Lunaris was still beside him, hollering angrily, throwing things at the retreating Raz. Meir grimaced, placing a hand over his chest. His funky disco heartbeat was playing in double speed, working hard to pump the oxygen back into his veins; this had been a bad night for his condition. Usually it fell to the wayside in his nightly endeavors.

Suddenly, Meir found himself being hoisted up; Lunaris was helping him to stand, already trekking away from the scene. His feet dragged for a few seconds, before they caught up with his brain. "I'm fine," he muttered, offering a small smirk. "I know, I'm an idiot and you told me stay put. Wasn't gonna' let you have all the fun, though," he chuckled wryly. As they headed down the street, Meir began to feel well enough to walk on his own again. He carefully removed his arm from around Lunaris' shoulders, and slowed his walking pace to a stop. It was still bugging him, now more than ever, actually. "I don't get it," he said, looking at the girl thoughtfully. His tone was interrogative and full of question, but soft, as if trying to be polite. "You show up out of the blue, save our necks, sock me with some fantastical story that I don't even know what to make of, then run off... and then, call me crazy, but something tells me you would have been really pissed if it'd been a bullet I took just now. Don't take this the wrong way, but... what gives?" The boy formed a crooked frown, obviously quite perplexed. He wasn't sure if he was more frustrated or more bewildered about this girl. "What you said back there, in the hotel or whatever it was... was any of that even remotely true?"

Meir stared at the girl earnestly, seeming honestly stumped by her. "I mean, how do you even know me? I've been travelling for years now looking for Gale, and not one person I've met knows anything about him..." The more he stared at Lunaris, the more it felt like he was looking into a mirror; they were so damn alike in appearance, but the girl's eyes were no one's but her own. They weren't human, either. Meir could tell these things. Normally Meir didn't care much for strangers; he believed it was best not to get involved with or attached to people when you had your own agenda, especially in the middle of a vicious war. And yet, he couldn't shake the unnerving feeling that he was connected to Lunaris somehow. He felt like he couldn't just walk away, and it was driving him nuts.

"Who are you... really?" he asked, taking a step toward her. He stood nearly toe-to-toe with the girl, studying her face closely. In a way, she also resembled Gale. Perhaps they really were twins; stranger things had happened. But why all the secrecy? What had happened in his family's past that he didn't know about?

O O C ;; Long wait is long. Sorry it's not a better post. @_@;;

[Rocker Virus]

tab tab Malic had long since left Saya’s sight, as well as the land he had already called his own. Instead of sticking to his own territory, Malic instead found curiosity getting the better of his feline half. Quick to leave the comfort of the woods behind him, as well as the small pack of wolves slowly making their ways back to the mountains, Malic had indeed noticed the shift in darkness and the thickness of the trees. A much stronger stench would hit his nose. The overly pungent and masculine scent of lions, it explained everything. Though the main living quarters seemed to be rather abandoned, aside from a few stranglers. That alone was unusual enough to tell something was up, surely the boy had stirred something up within the lions. He might be a bit hot headed, but his words seemed credible.

Though that very moment, something else caught his nose, something that truthfully didn’t belong here, yet something familiar. Another wolf, Malic’s footing turned on a dime atop a high branch as he launched himself with all intention to hunt and kill. It wasn’t long before the stench of the mutt was strong enough to pin point just where he was. Landing delicately on a higher branch, he watched as the young male struggled to free himself from the clutches of an uprooted tree he must have been cowering in.

After a moment, Malic would drop straight down, his feet hitting the ground with a heavy thud, obviously giving up the element of surprise. The almost spike like heel slightly digging into the dry ground beneath them. “A hunt is no fun, when your pray is already trapped.” Taking a step forward as he tilted his head side to side, letting his neck crack while slowly forming a toothy grin. This wasn’t because of the thought of the chase, but the scent that lingered with the male.

It quickly came to the Leopard Kings senses, this was part of the Wolves council. ‘Who was missing?... Obviously that South was the Ulfric’… Taking his eyes off the wolf he began pondering, wondering who of the council would join Marcus in death. ‘His Lupa was there hiding behind him… and that goofy mutt Saya drug back was their… Geri, right?’ Looking down at the male again he took another step closer. “So tell me, are you Ice Claw’s Phantom Bolverk, or you the new Freki?”

His answer alone could very well give it away. Surely someone who just moved up a rank in the latter would surely show it in his words, and if he was the Bolverk, if rumors were true, he wouldn’t reply. Though before the male could respond, Malic had already found himself using the brute force that let him continue reigning as Nirim-raj, to free the boy from his constraints, as a single, nearly lighting fast kick shattered the thick roots, lacking the silence the leopards were known for, but keeping all the flexibility and finesse of their feline counterparts. Slowly drawing the outstretched leg back towards himself then the ground, Malic subtly poised for a chase, tugging a hardly visible hand back into his pocket. “Actually, don’t tell me. I’ll find out when I bring you’re hide back to that runt of an Ulfric.”

The look on Malics face was far past cynical, the thoughts going through his mind, purely deprived of any sanity. But he wasn’t known for his peace of mind and well behavior. But this would surely prove that Ice Claw, needed Malic more than Bloody moon needed the rest of the Lycan alliance. Stepping back he crossed his arms. Waiting to see how the wolf would react.


[Not sure about this one...]

[SeeleWolf]

⊱ Nazaneen shivered as Cicero's thick mane retracted, the strands stroking where they touched her bare flesh. She was slowly lifted into the air by her grip on the back of his neck as he regained his humanoid height. She continued her embrace as his arms encircled her waist, pinning her body to him. As Cicero pressed his face into the crook of her shoulder, the tips of her toes several inches off of the ground, Nazaneen couldn't help but wonder if she was experiencing the same sensation a stuffed toy would enjoy when hugged by its owner. Her mate's warm skin was slick with the sweat he had worked up during his battle with Calcifer, so when Nazaneen felt a droplet of liquid fall on her shoulder, she thought nothing of it. Before she had even had a chance to consider the inanimate state of teddy bears, Nazaneen found herself held aloft by nothing but air.

⊱ Cicero had pushed away with just enough force that she stumbled backward as her feet once again met the earth. Taken by surprise, she proved wrong the commonly held belief that all cats land on their feet. Her shapely bottom met the ground with a grass-softened thud and her face flushed with confusion and embarrassment. Nazaneen had but a moment to compose herself before Cicero met her gaze. She was taken aback to see not just tears in the Rex's eyes, but the terrible pain reflected in those pools of green. A fist seized her insides and twisted with such force that Nazaneen was thankful to be seated on the ground. Cicero paced, speaking with words so full of anguish and shame that fresh tears made their way down the Regina's cheeks. As he came to a stop, he met her eyes one last time before turning away. "You would have been better off without me."

⊱ At his last statement, Nazaneen felt like she had been slapped. Her sudden surprise was quickly overcome by outrage. The memories from years of hidden longing and tortured self denial flooded to the forefront of her mind. How much time had she spent wishing Cicero would see her as someone worth considering? While in the awkward stages of their youth, Calcifer had made several advances that Nazaneen had hoped Cicero would try instead. The tigress had never seen Calcifer as anything more than a sibling, but she had dreamed of so much more with Cicero.

⊱ "No!" Startling herself with the force she placed behind the word, she took a deep breath before continuing. "If... if you had chosen another, I would have left. I wouldn't have... couldn't bear to see you with..." Nazaneen bit her lip, wondering just how selfish she must sound before she quietly finished her statement. "... to see you with someone else."

⊱ The normally well-composed Regina looked at her hands in her lap, her vision blurred with tears. Legs folded under her, the naked woman sat before her equally bare husband. Nazaneen was not often abashed by nudity, but for some reason she felt particularly exposed at that moment. Her auburn hair was wild, the usually soft curls in devilish disarray. She would have enjoyed nothing more than to return home with Cicero and spend a good, long time bathing them both. But Nazaneen would give Cicero as much time as he needed to realize that the pride needed him, and if that meant chasing him down all night, then she would suffer through it. After all, she had waited some four hundred years to be with him. What was another few hours?