.: The Black Wolf Inn :. [Village|Literate|Walk In]

[GrayFox436]

The young Warrior seemed pleased with himself as he heard Horo's words. He hoped she could get to keep the wolf pup and raise it. If she could teach it as a mother teaches its own pups then it would grow into a strong animal.

Seeing the apple slices that were left, Mathius pulled the plate over to him. He got out of his stool and sat on the floor across from her. Setting the plate of apple slices beside them, he picked one up and reached out to offer it to her.

"I am sure they will let you keep the pup. Honestly, I was thinking about trying to make amends with the wolves for what I took from them. It has been weighing on me for some time now."

[ll S C A R E Crow ll]

Horo

Horo watched as the pups mouth opened wide in what had to be cutest yawn she had ever seen in her entire life.When Mathius moved from his seat to join her on the floor she smiled, even more so when he held an apple slice out for her, give her apples and shes putty in your hands.
Using her free hand she gratefully took said apple slice and started nibbling on the end, her ears perking up as he spoke.Hearing what he had to say about feeling guilty about killing the wolves that day they met she looked up from her apple slice and smiled kindly

"What did you have in mind? Maybe i can help somehow"

The Doku Ookami

[GrayFox436]

Mathius didn't know what was cuter; the wolf yawning or her glowing over the apple. He laughed, looking relaxed.

"Just to pay my respects. The wolves of this country are mighty and proud animals. Few have enough of a connection to actually communicate with them. Even though, having them as allies would be better than having them as enemies. I was thinking about making a pact with them."

He shook his head, still smiling, as she asked if she could help.

"Not like you are now, no. But if you wish to join me then I will wait until you are properly healed and take you with me. Does that sound fair?"

[ll S C A R E Crow ll]

Horo

Proceeding to again nibble on the apple Horo nodded as she listened, it sounded like a good idea.The wolves were indeed a very strong symbol and meant a lot to her and the people of this village, which was probably a very big reason that she had gone so far to avenge the two that were so meaninglessly killed yesterday and to save the pup from suffering the same fate.
Hearing his offer and terms Horo gave a nod and smile to show she accepted

"Alright, that sounds good"

She agreed and finished up the apple slice as the pup squirmed in her arm, rolling from its back onto his stomach, making little grunting sounds as it did.Her tail shifted into her lap and moved around the pup like a blanket

"Looks like its someones bed time"

She commented and chuckled softly.

The Doku Ookami

[GrayFox436]

"Wehave a deal."

When she commented on it being bed time for the wolf then he smiled and picked up another slice. He held it up so she could see it then reached out in another offering.

"Then I should leave you to tend to your new friend. If it is fine with you, I will return later to pick up the stewed apples. Take your fill of them and I will jar the rest."

Mathius waited for her to take the apple slice before raising to his feet to gather his things.

[ll S C A R E Crow ll]

Horo

Seeing the apple slice Horo took it quite happily, her mannerism almost matching that of a squirrel as she nibbled on the end.Seeing Mathius get up she imitated his actions and got up carefully as not to wake the pup from his slumber

"Alright Mathius, thank you.I appreciate al you did for me today, and i look forward to seeing you later"

She said and smiled up at him warmly.She had greatly enjoyed his company.

The Doku Ookami

[GrayFox436]

He shook his head, still smiling at her.

"No, for such company it is I who should be thanking you. The pleasure is all mine. But you can have some of it."

He bent to pick up the plate and set it on the counter. It had a few pieces remaining. Then he went to gather his things.

Before he headed for the door he walked back to Horo and gently caressed the back of his fingers over its head. Something seemed to be troubling him suddenly.

"Horo, why did you not try to kill me when you found me in the forrest that day?"

[ll S C A R E Crow ll]

Horo

Watching as Mathius payed the attention to the up Horo smiled softly, then looked up at him and blinked her scarlet hues at his question

"For you it wasn't a senseless act of blood thirsty murder, you did it for a reason, you were respectful and you even mourned over the lives you had taken.I could see, as i do now, that you aren't a bad person.There was no reason to kill you"

She replied and smiled, watching as the pups little ears perked up and it gave yet another adorable yawn.

The Doku Ookami

[GrayFox436]

He cracked a grin at what she said, the uncertainty that plagued him chased away by her simple answer. He lifted his hand to gently trace the paws of his fingers over her cheek.

If she were to look closely she would notice that his finger nails did not strictly resimble normal ones. They looked more like claws that closely resimbled normal finger nails. Even though he was of lycan blood he did not appear to have the lycan's ability to shape change.

"Perhapse you are right. Thank you again for the hospitality."

Offering her one last smile, he stood back and bowed slightly deeper this time. Then he turned and left.

[ll S C A R E Crow ll]

Horo

Horo watched as Mathius left her house.She waited a moment, then sighed quietly and headed to the den.Sitting herself down on the couch, pup still in her arms, she focused her eyes on the fire place, which was lit, letting herself get lost in the dancing flames.She was worried, worried that Karasu wouldn't come home, she didn't know why he left like that, not only that but he left his key behind as well.Why? Had she done something to upset him so much that he would leave her like that?

"I don't understand..."

She whispered quietly, her scarlet eyes slipping shut as she slipped into an unease sleep, her fever returning mere moments after.

The Doku Ookami

[-Decadence of Reality-]

"I'll make you pay with rivers of blood. I will dedicate my life to wreak vengeance.

Our young protagonist would be relaxing, lying prostrate atop of a large futon narrowed eyes staring towards the ceiling in silent contemplation. His pale hands held together before his chest he would be lost in thought waiting for his drink order to be delivered by his young and beautiful hostess. The luxury and splendor of the hotel would be welcomed the small private room separating the young Uchiha from the presence of undesirable company, which meant nearly everyone. Shifting focus from the ceiling Daisuke would observe the decorative floral covered mountainside paintings upon the walls surrounding him. It reminded him of Karuma, one of the Tengu Mountain’s, the training grounds he had spent centuries learning/going insane in. It was different to imagine the mountainside illuminated in vibrant colors though.

Maintaining his attention on the closed door at the opposite side of the room he would continue to wait, impatience growing. He could hear the laughter and loud drunken ramblings of the patrons next door; they seemed to increase in volume according to the number of drinks they ingested. Daisuke’s little paradise was slowly becoming undone. Dubious cheers and whistling would echo through the walls as the door slowly opened. The young Uchiha’s hostess would return her presence sending the gathering of men outside into drunken affection, Daisuke peering past his hostess at the doorway could see their attempts to get her to stay with them. One grabbing at her arm would be brushed aside as she made her way inside the private room the Uchiha occupied, the men’s calling to her continuing as she closed the door behind her.



Daisuke would admire her form, she was beautiful, decorative long Kimono, pale powdered face, her long black hair styled in an elaborate display of traditional combs and accessories. She would take a seat beside Daisuke and placing down a tray on the ground parallel to his head would prepare him a smooth drink. Daisuke would continue to observe her his dark black hues staring intently into her own, it was clear to him she was avoiding such contact her own sight intently focused on the tray before her. The men outside would continue their banter, the topic of conversation detailing a plan to get the beautiful hostess to serve their party. Daisuke would eye the closed door waiting for it to open, he would rather it didn’t.

“Daisuke-kun.”

The sound of his name called so softly would acquire his attention; the hostess would be holding in her delicate hands a small dish of Sake. Daisuke would just stare at the dish, his unwillingness to drink would be noticed and she would remember the young Uchiha’s paranoia.

“I can’t imagine anyone wanting to poison you Daisuke-kun.”

Her light voice would hold sincerity, as if shocked by the thought though Daisuke would know better; he had been poisoned before with tainted Sake and was determined not to repeat the psychological experience. Shifting his focus to her vibrant blue eyes he would gaze into the ocean like hues. Instantly she would shy away from him her perpetual blushing cheeks holding truth under the rose colored makeup. Pressing her bright red lips to the cupped dish she would take a small sip the liquid tested for consumption. Daisuke himself would find it curious she would take such an action, to risk so much for his sake; the thought was complex, interesting.

“You are quite beautiful.”

The hostess would blush further her rose red lips forming a shy smile. Focusing on the dish of Sake cupped in her hands now pressed upon her lap, she would try to hide her delight at the Uchiha’s compliment. With the simple test Daisuke had made her show her cards and he found the revelation hilarious. However his fun would abruptly end as the sliding door fully opened, entering would be one of the drunken men from before no doubt the leader of the rabble.

He was the most imposing of the group, dressed in expensive fabrics, golden jewelry displaying his wealth. Daisuke would admire a golden tasseled dark blue sheathed short sword worn at the side of the man’s waist, no doubt made by a experienced sword smith it would fetch a high price for its quality. The uninvited man would walk straight in, his disrespect and lack of etiquette obviously a display of the man’s confidence in himself and his low view of the boy resting on the Futon.

An argument would ensue with the hostess and the man, her refusal to leave the man would produce an ever increasing number of gold coins to pay for her service. It was clear that the man would not desist. It was clear that the girl would not leave. The man was now becoming frustrated and in aggravation he would move to forcefully remove her. Grabbing her fragile arm the hostess would scream out to Daisuke for help the man turning to finally acknowledge the young Uchiha. He would release her in laughter the hostess falling down to wrap her arms around the young Uchiha to bury her delicate face into his chest. She would begin sobbing embracing the young Uchiha tightly; Daisuke himself now sitting up would stare down the drunken man carefully aware of the rest of the party make an entrance into the once peaceful room.

“Great…”

Daisuke would complain on his current predicament as he observed his Daisho resting peacefully on their stand on the opposite side of the room. Now acquiring a love struck vice gripped girl invading his personal space crying in hysterics, a bunch of armed and angry drunks about to draw swords and fight him and the worst part was he hadn’t even been able to enjoy a single sip of Sake.

From now on, my path will be littered with bodies soaked in blood. I will be ruthless,"

[Naota Takun]

Unlike last time, the approaching fighter would take the civil route. The time of war and violence was nothing more than a memory, for now at least. Taking some solace in that fact, the masked figure would approach the impressive gate. Eyeless facade tilted towards the top where the guards would no doubt be stationed. He'd made no attempt to hide his approach, he knew he was noticed. Watched. The feeling of unseen eyes making the hair on the back of his neck rise up.

While this trip was technically friendly, word of mouth has a habit of leaving a few people out of the loop. As such, his movements were cautious. Mind forming up a void. A meditation technique used to increase focus, reaction time, and pain tolerance. Drawing up a void in one's mind with nothing but a single flame in the center, as if from a candle. And into this flickering heat he would feed all of his thoughts, his worries, and his emotions. Let them be burned away until nothing remained but that darkness and that faint fire. It was this clarity of mind that allowed for him to be a potent fighter in the thick of things. Always cool, always calm.

Finally within speaking range, delicate hearing would pick up on movements from above. A single guard peering over the edge to regard him blatantly. A call, a beckon, asking his purpose for coming. Hostility crystal clear in the man's voice, a subtle threat without wording. Naota let it brush past him without reaction. No malice, no anger. No response either, simply because he wasn't capable. In it's stead, he would rummage about his figure. Fingers searching for a metal plate, which he would readily produce and show to the guard.

A headguard, as all village shinobi own, with the Black Wolf symbol etched upon it. Such a sight meant only one of two things. Either he'd slain a member of their village and taken it for his own, or he'd joined the place that the figure had attacked previously. Whatever the truth was, the guard took it for the latter and made for a motion to another person unseen behind the walls. And just like that, the massive gate way would slowly start to open, accompanied by the sound of gears grinding.

Nodding to no one but himself, the man in black would wait for enough of a gap to exist before hurrying through the enormous passageway. Once free to roam about the snow filled village, Naota was left with something of a conundrum. Where to go exactly? He knew somewhat of the layout of the town, but not well enough. More so, his goals were not set in stone. Troublesome, it was.

[A E O N of L U S T]

Naota Takun

Unlike last time, the approaching fighter would take the civil route. The time of war and violence was nothing more than a memory, for now at least. Taking some solace in that fact, the masked figure would approach the impressive gate. Eyeless facade tilted towards the top where the guards would no doubt be stationed. He'd made no attempt to hide his approach, he knew he was noticed. Watched. The feeling of unseen eyes making the hair on the back of his neck rise up.

While this trip was technically friendly, word of mouth has a habit of leaving a few people out of the loop. As such, his movements were cautious. Mind forming up a void. A meditation technique used to increase focus, reaction time, and pain tolerance. Drawing up a void in one's mind with nothing but a single flame in the center, as if from a candle. And into this flickering heat he would feed all of his thoughts, his worries, and his emotions. Let them be burned away until nothing remained but that darkness and that faint fire. It was this clarity of mind that allowed for him to be a potent fighter in the thick of things. Always cool, always calm.

Finally within speaking range, delicate hearing would pick up on movements from above. A single guard peering over the edge to regard him blatantly. A call, a beckon, asking his purpose for coming. Hostility crystal clear in the man's voice, a subtle threat without wording. Naota let it brush past him without reaction. No malice, no anger. No response either, simply because he wasn't capable. In it's stead, he would rummage about his figure. Fingers searching for a metal plate, which he would readily produce and show to the guard.

A headguard, as all village shinobi own, with the Black Wolf symbol etched upon it. Such a sight meant only one of two things. Either he'd slain a member of their village and taken it for his own, or he'd joined the place that the figure had attacked previously. Whatever the truth was, the guard took it for the latter and made for a motion to another person unseen behind the walls. And just like that, the massive gate way would slowly start to open, accompanied by the sound of gears grinding.

Nodding to no one but himself, the man in black would wait for enough of a gap to exist before hurrying through the enormous passageway. Once free to roam about the snow filled village, Naota was left with something of a conundrum. Where to go exactly? He knew somewhat of the layout of the town, but not well enough. More so, his goals were not set in stone. Troublesome, it was.

He would simply watch...

The utmost notable dignitary was a vast and mystic pendulum swinging upon the winds of this world and be it the next. The lands had a balance, and every so often. The balance would shift and spread the entire village from alignment. Like the vivid meta-physical imagery of chakra gates circulating their fluid and proportional life force over the human body. Through it, with it, and too, did the tides of cosmic chi radiate the same functionality over the land. Birthing forth a sense of easiness, but when a gap unsheathed proposal an plunged itself into the belly of the beast, did this somberlant figure emerge in plumage. But the eyes that seen unremittingly watched on. A result of energetical imbalance between chakras is an almost continuous feeling of dissatisfaction. When the heart chakra is agitated, people lose touch with feelings and sensations, and that breeds the sense of dissatisfaction. That leads to looking outside for fulfillment, and that is a weakened state.

When people live in their heads, feelings are secondary; they are interpretations of mental images that are fed back to the individual. When awareness is focused on memories of past experiences and mental verbalisations, the energy flow to the head chakra increases and the energy flow to the heart chakra lessens. This too, a weakened state. Without nurturing feelings of the heart a subtle form of anxiety arises which results in the self-reaching out for experience. When the heart fills, the mind empties and vice versa. Love and Hate, Caring and Indifference. Something of which these eyes had witnessed for aeons and again they seen the undeniable truths to the world.

His lengthy black attire and his coordinated position gave him full and utter aegis from the whether. But coolness sat upon his heart like none other. There was neither highs nor lows. Just tranquility, and in which, this would be projected from his very being, his quintessence. Aeon's large vacuous eyes peered down from his roost a loft a tree branch as he spoke in tones devoid of all semblances.

"Your back?"

[ll S C A R E Crow ll]

Horo

At the feeling of something licking her face Horo awoke from her troubled sleep and grunted, pushing the black puff ball of a wolf pup away from her face

"Ok ok, im awake..."

She mumbled while raising a slender, fragile hand to rub the sleep from her scarlet hues.She then pushed herself off of the couch, her back cracking several times as she did, she really needed to stop passing out on that thing, it obviously wasnt doing wonders for her back.Assuming that the pup had to pee she scooped him up in her arms and walked to the front door, walking out and down the stairs of her porch.The instant she put him down he scurried over to a rock and lifted his leg.Turning away so the up could urinate in private Horo sighed quietly and wrapped her slender arms around herself.She seemed to be feeling the cold more then usual, no doubt due to the fact that she had yet to fully get over her fever.

When the pup finished and ran at the stairs Horo walked after him and picked him up, seeing as he was still to small to climb them.She couldn't help but smile at this, he was just to damn cute, something told her that that was also going to be trouble.
After entering and closing the front door again Horo set the pup down, then went into the kitchen and warmed up a bottle for him, sitting herself back down on the couch and positioning the wolf pup in her arms like a mother would an infant to feed it.She then popped the bottle in his mouth and looked into the dancing flames of the fire quietly while he ate.
At some point Horo had ended up nodding off again, and with its bottle finished the pup wanted to play.Failing in waking Horo up it hurled itself rather ungracefully, but cute like, off the couch.Scurrying to the door it pawed at it, whining, until it opened, Apparently Horo hadn't shut it properly in her tired state.Instantly it made a bolt outside, tumbling down the porch stairs into the snow, then made a dash down the village streets.

The Doku Ookami

[Serpentis Albus]

Crunching,Heavy thuds could be heard as a man approached the town gates.
He stood at a short height of five nine,His skin was peach colored,He had long black hair thaw was let fall down around his shoulders.
However instead of wearing the normal shinobi garbs,He wore what appeared to be Samurai variant armor.
Tiled armor that covered his shoulders and hips,The rest was a dark black colored loose fitting cloth.
Everything looked normal about the man,Except his eyes.
The twin orbs were devoid of any color,Solid white.
The man was a hyuuga,A strange sword carrying hyuuga.
On his left hip,Two blades were strapped.
A normal sized katana,And a tanto.
As the man approached the gates he would look up at the guards,Nodding to them as they let him pass.
Hands in his pockets,He would begin to stroll the streets of the Kuro.
"Man,This place is nothing like Konoha or The iron..."
He spoke trying to figure out where everything was.