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 Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:11 pm
He could scent something in the air.
Tasty sheep.
They are meant to be crushed.
They are made to be eaten.
They will be destroyed.
Bazzite had slipped sideways, disappearing into the shadows of the dumpster, but Wolfeite didn't even bother to hide as the man came lumbering drunkenly into view. Instead, he stood still, as tensely wrought as a strap pulled too tight, Wolfeite's gloved fingers slowly curly and uncurling against his palm.
The man brushed his shoulder, bumped into him, knocking him askance. Boots skidded in the dirt and grime of the alleyway, the almost overpowering scent of filth, mud, beer, and something better left unexamined rose up to meet Wolfeite's overly sensitive nose, his lips curling up into a snarl.
The humming of Bazzite's wings felt like the humming of the power and greed that thrummed through Wolfeite's veins.
He lifted a hand and sharp, white teeth sank into the fingertip of a glove as Wolfeite tugged it easily off and let it fall. Underneath, the hands that had once been human were a blackish brown now, marred with fur that ran up the lengths of his arms underneath the uniform, reaching almost to his elbows. Black claws curved at the ends, and Wolfeite took a step forward, grinning wide, so that when he spoke, it was a low, hungry growl.
"Mine," he hissed, and lunged forward.
There was a sudden, drunken yelp from the man, echoing out of the alleyway - and then was abruptly cut off on the second syllable as Wolfeite's claws sunk into his chest.lucifer force sorry he got a little worked up >_>
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:19 pm
The youma smiled as the man was rent open. He was utterly unfazed by this brutal, violent act, and simply stood back to give the General ample room to do what came naturally. Maybe the powder clinging to the drunk's skin wouldn't effect the General? Bazzite had never found a need to use it on other youma (or half-youma, as Wolfeite was), so he hadn't the slightest idea. "If you feel a little stiff, General, sorry about that. It'll wear off soon."Maybe the powder would lend an extra bit of flavor to the drunk? Like a seasoning. With every youma possessing their own unique abilities, Bazzite had to wonder what Wolfeite's was. For now, though, the youma waited patiently by the General's side for the meal to finish. He understood too well the overwhelming need to feed when a delicious meal simply walked up to you.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 9:06 am
Bazzite's lack of reaction to the starseed in his hand - and the way he had gotten it - was pleasing. Wolfeite took a step back, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with the adrenaline that twisted through his lungs, making his heartbeat quicken and throb with every touch.
He found that his arms and legs were slightly stiff, like he'd stood still for too long, or sat for an extended period of time. Wolfeite rolled his neck, eyes closing for a brief moment, and then opened again, all black sclera and gold pupil, narrow and penetrating as he licked his lips.
The hand that was not currently wrapped around his prize reached out, almost of its own accord. Gloved fingers hovered above Bazzite's wings, then withdrew.
"What does that do?"
The hunger was pounding heavily in his veins.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 9:30 am
kuropeco WHOO HOO it's a Kuro-post! It's good to see you! The youma smiled in response, tilting his head, watching as one gloved hand reached out to touch his insectoid wings. Those wings buzzed very briefly and loudly, as something Bazzite's size could never be silent when in flight. "What's the powder do?" he asked as if to clarify. That seemed to be what General Wolfeite was referring to. "Makes people stop moving. Makes things easier to catch and eat. Paralyzes them. Nifty, isn't it? I can get a big area with it too, if I wanted. Takes time to make the pollen, though. You can't even tell it's there. Sneaky."Truly, if one did not know of the pollen's existence, it would be nearly impossible to tell whether it sat on the underside of Bazzite's wings or not. The youma seemed to take a sort of pride in the fact that General Wolfeite both noticed, and was interested. "Sorry about getting you with it, General. You feeling okay?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 6:09 pm
He was hyper aware of the starseed in his grasp; of the thrumming of energy he could feel, that he could almost taste, spreading up through his fingers and palm, curling up his arm, settling itself in his chest so that everything was centered around that hunger, that greed.
It had felt so long.
He was so hungry now.
I don't answer to you anymore.
"That is...very useful, yes," said Wolfeite, gold eyes moving across Bazzite's wings with interest. "A very...simple little trick that's good for a lot of things. I haven't ever seen anything like it before; I think it could come in very handy, wouldn't you say?"
His ears were straight up, alert. Wolfeite said, "It's fine. I'm not that affected."
His arm still felt stiff. Wolfeite pushed past it, lifted the starseed, and pushed it into his mouth, closing his eyes at the taste, letting the energy burn through him.
There was a sharp crunch of teeth.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 6:25 pm
"It makes eating people with powers that much easier." Watching as Wolfeite bit into the tiny soul in his hands, Bazzite seemed to smile in satisfaction. He knew and understood the driving, instinctual, all-consuming hunger very well. In fact, that hunger alone was the basis of much of Bazzite's actions in and around Destiny City. Without a human portion to soften the monstrous instincts, Bazzite wasn't phased at all by blood and death. It was simply part of life as an apex predator. "That's good." came a metallic reply. The youma wanted a good report card to hand to his General Benitoite. He must be on his best behavior. "What do you get to do, General? Was it those claws you got before?" Genuine curiosity, really. He was taking a liking to Wolfeite, in his own very basic sort of way. "We should partner up more often, General Wolfeite. I like the way you get things done."And eat things. Eating things while on duty was a major bonus as far as Bazzite was concerned.
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2017 9:51 pm
Wolfeite's grin was wide and bright white in the darkness that surrounded them. Black shadows curled at his feet, twisted up and then ebbed, like a mist that kept passing and flowing through the air. He could feel it, the sense of power and strength that the starseed gave him, thrumming and searing in his veins in a way that would never tire.
His tongue darted out, licked his lips. Wolfeite cast Bazzite and appraising sort of look.
"I can fight," he said, sounding thoroughly pleased with this answer. He raised a hand to his lips and bit down on the fingertip of one of his gloves, jerking his head to the side to yank it off. Underneath, the skin had turned black, dark fur coursing up Wolfeite's arms, fingertips ending in sharp claws.
"These claws and my teeth and my howl," said Wolfeite, eyes gleaming. He didn't bother replacing the glove, but instead let it drop to the ground, chin lifting as he surveyed their surroundings. A dark gaze flickered towards Bazzite once more.
"I would like to work with you again," he said, and it was true. The youma was intriguing, in the way that he knew what to do and yet was not a mindless drone like many of the Order brats or the Negaverse children who thought themselves worthy.
"I think, for now, however," said Wolfeite, voice a low growl, "We've done enough for the evening."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 5:23 pm
kuropeco Thank you for the RP, Kuro! I appreciate it! The insectoid youma seemed satisfied, impressed by the display of power from General Wolfeite. The General treated him with respect (or as much as one would to something non-human), the General was powerful and the General didn't lollygag when it came to completing a mission. Quick, strong, smart. Wolfeite contrasted his own General greatly - Wolfeite was infinitely more cruel, which Bazzite certainly didn't mind. Benitoite was more intellectual than physical. That was his youma's job. With a toothy grin, Bazzite nodded at his dismissal. "Okay, General Wolfeite. Thanks for the ride topside. I'll see you later, then. You know where to find me." A metallic chuckle followed and the locust beast walked away from the shadowy wolf, dissipating to return to the Rift.
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