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 Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:50 pm
(Background: Blackjack is a con artist who goes where the wind takes him. An original lord in the RoT pack, he left to collect tribute from a distant pack and never returned. The pack has heard nothing about him since, and as he was a rather unobtrusive fellow to begin with he's probably not a character that many of the younger wolves would have been told about. While he'd find it interesting being part of the pack again he knows there will be some serious trouble if the truth of his desertion comes out, but where there's risk and high stakes there will be this wolf.)  Blackjack didn't bother with stealth as he approached the edge of RoT land, it made no sense in the cold light of morning and he could not wait until the sun had set and shadows returned to cloak his dark pelt. He didn't quite understand this mad desire to see his old pack again, drawing him like the scent of death drew vultures, but he knew it would plague him until he faced it and made sure that door he'd walked through long ago was shut forever.
But if the door was open.... well, he didn't think he'd be able to resit wriggling through it.
Familiar landmarks loomed about. This was it, the border. Blackjack daintily put one paw over it. Then another. Grinning, he trotted forward for another minute or so and waited for his presence to be discovered.
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 3:46 pm
Xxi, or 21 as she was better known had been quietly trailing after Blackjack for some time. At first she thought the sneaky rat would be inside his new pack for quite some time, but no doubt wanderlust had taken hold of him. He had headed towards the ocean like pack at first before veering off into lands unknown to her. Quietly she had snuck along behind him eating tiny meals and keeping far back enough that he hadn't spotted or scented her, or so she thought.
Yellow eyes rimmed in red narrowed on him and she frowned realizing they were once again at the border of the pack. So there had been something here that made the cocky male want to return. What was it, a game of chance, some great risk, or had some pretty face proven to be an amusing challenge? Her lips lifted in a silent snarl but she slowed her pace wary now of entering unfamiliar territory, even if it was to follow Blackjack.
((~Cassius will be in here as well soon~))
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:11 am
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Hades was becoming easily acclimated here, even if it was to the territory and not so much the other inhabitants. He was a wolf who enjoyed his alone time more than he did socializing, and frankly the sheer number of pups and adolescents running about alone irritated him. This was a male who looked to death more than new life, and he was also one who believed that new blood was not neccessarily good blood. The blood shaman's litter he disliked purely for their auras of immaturity - yes, darkness also seemed to be permeating at least one of their soul's, but it was a petty sort Hades wanted no part of. And to think, soon the queen would produce heirs; hopefully those of Chernabog's brood were less . . . bothersome.
It would also be good to mention that the lord was no morning wolf, and that the only reason he was out and about at all was to give his eyes something else to look at than the walls of his den. Confining himself there had done his temper no good; not even the whispers of his beloved bones could ease his need to move, to allow even a little bit of light on his embittered soul. Perhaps the long period of travel it had taken him to get here in the first place was what had done it. Hades had no ideas that his morning would be anything more than a casual stroll until he scented an unfamiliar wolf nearby. Probably either a fool treading where he should not.
Thus the lord followed this scent to the border, whereupon he found a dark male trotting as if at his leisure further into The Reign of Terror. "A rather bold move," he said loud enough for the other to hear, a voice that seemed fit for being sealed in a human's coffin and buried, dead from disuse. "Do you know where you tread, stranger?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 12:09 am
For a fleeting moment Blackjack wondered if reentering RoT's land would discourage 21 from seeking him out. Of course he had no proof that she had been the source of the unease prickling his fur as he roamed, but the she wolf was uncannily persistent. Blackjack understood himself enough to admit that the shadow lurking at his back was probably nothing more than paranoia, and as he caught scent of an unfamiliar wolf he decided to abandon himself to that more like explanation and focus on the present.
The night blue wolf's rasp grated on Blackjack's ears, but he quickly exchanged the grimace twisting his maw into a practiced smile.
"Only fools enter lands unknown," he said, dipping his head. "And I assure you, I am no fool. This land is under the claw and fang of the Goblin King, is it not? And you, you must be one of his Lords." He was running a risk, for all the knew the wolf before him didn't hold a privileged position, but a little flattery was seldom dangerous.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 7:05 pm
The bulky teen blinked as he heard voices ahead, he hadn't expected to run across anyone else. He was loathe to have to encounter anyone in the state he was in, after finishing a spar with the king his nose was bloodied and dripping steadily leaving a tiny crimson trail. His left eye bore a cut beneath his lid and left it half closed, and every part of him ached. His back paw wavered as he stepped but he knew that damage wasn't so bad, no worse then the usual daily thrashing. He liked to comfort himself, at least it didn't hurt the way it had when he was a pup, though if it was because he was tougher or because his nerves had been fried who knew?
Yet he heard two new voices and it would be foolish to ignore the potential to prove to his monarchs that he was attentive to the borders, brave, strong. Diplomacy was one of those delicate arts lost on him, and the queen had rubbed his nose in that fact now he was eager to prove to himself he could use his words and his muscle.
"Whats all the ruckus?" He called out, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he knew they were the wrong ones, the wrong tone, he sounded like a clumsy oaf to charge in and demand excuses of his elders.
((Also Twi hun if you could edit Blackjack's response, no one knows Chernabog's name ICly))
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 7:54 pm
((Edited biggrin Will reply tomorrow~ *flutters back to homework* ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2010 6:32 pm
Chernabog's name truly was beginning to spread; Hades supressed a small smirk at this, keeping his dark face stoic if not aloof. "I am," he stated with no other embellishments, turning his head when he caught the sadly familiar sound of a particular youth the goblin king was interested in. Gods, even watching their spars grew pathetic after a while, bulking up or not; he drew pleasure only from the fact that the boy kept going back, as if he was a masochist who could not get enough punishment. "It appears someone is returning to these lands," the lord responded to Cassius, then went back to scrutinizing the dark stranger. "Who are you, then, if you are familiar to this pack?"
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:40 am
"A friend," Blackjack replied with a smile. "Or if you don't believe in such words, an ally."
He smiled at the second voice. What bravado. The black wolf with pale paws was unfamiliar to Blackjack as the Lord, though the latter's dismissal of the former confirmed that the teen was, for now, little threat. He was curious about the young wolf's injuries though, the scent of blood hung like a curtain around him and there was a slight stiffness to his gait, yet he didn't carry himself like an omega or wear the shame of a wolf punished for failure by the King. Intriguing.
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