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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 4:27 pm
 Mmm, such a pretty little femme he had here now. White-faced like a skull, red-teared like blood, as gray as her morals, and amber-eyed like the ancient and traditional wolf. Mmm, very good material to mold or let loose, to whisper traitorous thoughts that would only instigate her mad personality. What does insanity taste like, he wondered, and was it infectious? Perhaps he would have to try some . . . Ah, but the femme had made him promise not to do such things once they laid at night.
Ah well. What were promises to him anyway? Toy with the meal, examine its surroundings, its fellow pack members, its subtle nuances and every thought - only then could a meal be appreciated, of course, after knowing its life and fully understanding what he would be sampling. The vagabond drank up stories as much as he did eat flesh. Mmm . . .
The golden bangles glittered in the daylight as he approached from the trees, movements as quiet as shadows; Rotiart had not yet forgotten his training in The Brotherhood, and though he could see better than most of his ex-brothers, it was out of habit that he kept to shade, the hood of his cloak ever close upon his brow, hiding the hungry eyes within. Would the little lady come again and showed him her lands, as she promised? Who ever knew with the unstable minded after all. But Rotiart was a patient wolf when it suited him, and his senses were sharp in case she saw fit to bring one of her allies.
Or perhaps a Brother might track him down as he stood still as stone, but that would be highly unlikely, he thought. After all, The Brotherhood ever seemed slow to reach a decision. But then, Rotiart was unaware of the transfer of political power at this time.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 11:28 pm
Bijou the Heartless was eager to disrupt the balance. It was clear to anyone that the female's number one concern was her own satisfaction and to hell with every one else. That was perhaps why she had no qualms with bringing the mysterious one onto Tompkin soil. Although, she herself wasn't on it that often. She was, after all, an assassin. Her movement across the land was swift and silent - whether such was innate or carefully done was up to interpretation, but had it not been for the glimmer of gold, Bijou was not sure she would have seen her hellish friend. "It would seem you found your way here alright, and undetected." Bijou sounded pleased, although the uproar that would have surely resulted was a prospect that made the Chaos truly made her heart race.
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 8:02 pm
The hooded exile tilted his shadowy gaze to her and curled his lip into a suitable grin. "My little red reaper doubted me?" he whispered, though it was rhetoric. Rotiart scented no other with her at the time, but he was cautious never the less as he stepped forward from the shade, the blood-red symbol of his ex-pack evident upon his brow as if he were still one of those proud gammas or betas. He chuckled. "How comely. You look swift of foot, mmm. Shall we begin sowing treachery today?" the vagabond asked, wetting his lips as if preparing for a meal. "For I desire a story or two while the sun whittles away at the sky, and Telk possesses desirous secrets I must pry. These lands have been claimed, I can smell, but you are one of them, hmm?"
Ah, how he so enjoyed to act humble, bowing his head slightly to give respect to this erratic femme. "You could honor me with a tour."
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 3:56 pm
"There isn't much to see. I come and go as I please, whether it be with a job or not. I am, after all, an assassin." She then gave a dark chuckle. "Which you can't spell without 'sin' nor a couple of asses. Suits me just fine. But if it's a tour you want, it's a tour you'll get. As far as treachery goes, I'm good for that any day, any time." Bijou's golden eyes glinted with devious excitement.
Bijou started walking, no doubt unofficially beginning the tour-
"This place is nothing more than dense dark forest littered with caves and dens." she glanced over at the cloaked wolf, "All the easier to hide you away in." Not that she had any intent on hiding any of her behavior, traitorous or not. That just wasn't her way. If there was conflict to be had, she welcomed it openly.
"Some of the caves are connected under ground. We even have a little under ground stream, as convenient as that is. For some the above ground water source is harder to get to. However I have no doubt you'd be able to maneuver your way to it easily - it's housed between two tall ledges. Thre's only one easy way to it. I've never been one to take the easy way to anything. A majority of the pack is too cowardly to take the risk, and will instead seek the easier water source." Bijou was smirking - no doubt proud of herself.
"The pack borders a two-legger's settlement. Easy food when one of their stupid pups gets lost in the forest." Bijou had a taste for human flesh.
"You said you wish to learn secrets. It's not exactly secret that this is a pack of Mercenaries. I myself am not exactly in the know of much else myself. I do my job, and have fun with it. I was recruited in my Aguta before this place was even founded. Original blood, but even then, I have not enough attachment to this place to bother with secrets."
It was true. Bijou was concerned with one thing, and that was her own satisfaction. It just so happened that killing, causing misery, and torment was something that satisfied her.
All this was said as she walked along and showed Rotiart some of the finer places of the pack, and landmarks that were often the most helpful for knowing where one was in the forest.
"Now, I'd like to know just for my own curiosity's sake, to whom are we to bring chaos and misery to?" It really wouldn't make much difference whether she knew or not. She still consented. "I know something of that symbol upon your cloak. Enough to know that if you were still a part of their domain that I would not be alive now. So tell me, just what happened to drive you from the land of shadows, hmn?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 4:48 pm
Mm, a couple of asses indeed . . . How very delicious sin is. Terrible to think that it was supposed to be "bad", no? But they were, after all, nothing more than animals; they simply knew no better. Rotiart did not hide his appraising glances up and down Bijou's form, though indeed he did listen and appreciate more than simply her slender figure. "There was an inkling about this place suiting mercenaries," he said once she finished with a slight nod of his head. "It is called . . . Tomkin, no? The land of the spirits, as in some human folklore."
So in a sense he was close to hell, no? A fitting place to begin his long and most likely bloody path of treachery. He treaded the path alongside Bijou and drank in what the packlands could offer him, lessening his paranoia for the moment. What was the point when the femme had given him her gray-moraled ethics anyway? Rotiart wouldn't be bothered, even if she happened to be lying. You could never tell with assassins anyway, wolves whose loyalties wavered as a general rule.
"Mmm . . to whom, you ask? To whomever. To wherever I am taken." Rotiart shrugged. "Such is the life of an grudging exile. You are my first visitor in some time, so I suppose some deity or spirit wishes me well in my endeavors still. As far as my pack is concerned, priorities shifted, dissent grew. One who hoardes all things and creatures beautiful and glimmering was not welcome among them," he answered simply, looking to Bijou. "Tell me, though, what do you know of them, so that I might not bore you with information you already possess."
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:27 pm
"Just words down the grape vine. The way my mother told it - and I take her words with a grain of salt - b***h was crazier than me - was that her pack was attacked by those whom they had heard rumors of - shadow demons in the form of wolves. Later she'd learn from other rumors she had heard, that they were not demons, but a group of male wolves. She was but a pup when her own mother was slain, and her brothers stolen. How she was overlooked, I know not. She did tell me that she survived by eating the flesh of her own mother. In her lonely life thereafter was when her madness began, and obviously it passed on. No matter now, I put her out of her misery. To any whom that appalls I just tell them it was self defense - she was trying to kill me. I'd had a taste for blood long before then. My brothers and sisters were-" she let out a wry laugh, "my first taste of meat."
Bijou owned up fully to her madness, and in that there was a scary bit of sanity. For it was the truly insane who don't know that they are insane, after all. Bijou knew he was. So did that make her sane or insane? She really didn't care.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:42 pm
Crazier than her? Oho, it was amusing to ponder such a wolf - perhaps one that didn't bother with the niceties of conversation and skipped right to the mauling. Pity she was gone and not available for interrogation. "It sounds very much what they would do, for they hunt anything that has meat on its bones, be it feathered or furred," Rotiart told her as-a-matter-of-factly. "The pack has little value for those that are not assimilated into their ranks, and even less for black sheep such as myself. They are . . . how shall I put it? The shadowy plague.
"But here I am ready to shed light upon them, one secret at a time. Already they are probably making plans to capture and-or torture and-or kill me as we speak," he said pleasantly, turning his head to view the caverns curiously. What wonders lied beneath Telk's surface? Perhaps more precious gold trinkets to collect . . . "Though I do love a good macabre tale every now and then. At what age did you decide to feast upon your family?" Such a peculiar running trend, mother eaten by daughter.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 5:52 pm
"Ah, so they release the black sheep then realize their mistake, and now hunt to kill you? Or did you simply leave of your own accord and now they're seeking you?"
Bijou probably would have done the later - simply wonder off in search of more exhilarating things. After all, these shadow wolves didn't sound like they'd be much fun to bother with ticking off directly,..simply because she desired to live to see the effect of what misery she could cause.
"I first feasted soon as I knew what good my teeth were really for. There wasn't many of my siblings who survived birth anyway. Since my mother didn't leave the den, and had no one to bring her food, those siblings of mine that were stillborn, or died soon after birth she ate, and I witnessed. Wolfy-see, wolfy-do."
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 5:51 pm
"I could truthfully say both," Rotiart replied with a slight shrug. "As I left without many regrets and they saw me with equal disdain . . . well, until they realized that I kept a wellspring of sensitive information about them. Much as you would expect dark creatures' thought processes to be, they did not see the light of truth until I was beyond their paws' grasp - this headstart is something I intend to keep."
He glanced at Bijou from the very most side of his eyes, an amused smirk upon his dirty maw. "'Wolfy-see, wolfy-do'? Mmm. So you do not fear death then, my love red reaper? For that is what you get when associating with me for too long a time. My kin will come one day asking for me after all. I expect you would spill clues to my whereabouts as well should that be the case?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:00 pm
Bijou chuckled. "Well, if they do come barking at me one day, and you're long gone, it would not be a lie if I told them I had no clue. It's safer that way for the both of us - sow our seeds and plant them well, then let nature take its dastardly course." a toothy grin followed. "I hold alliances only when they interest me. Pissing off these shadow dogs just so happens to interest me....greatly."
Why else would she put herself in such peril? Her cloaked companion could turn on her and feast on her just as easily as she could turn on him. It was only through a fools trust and fools luck that things go as intended. After all, she hardly thought he would go through such troubles for a meal when there were far greater possibilities to be had at the Brotherhood's expense.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:20 pm
Oho! "Is that so, mm?" he asked, tilting his head, the bangles and jems twisting closer to the ground though never touching; Rotiart was a covetous old wolf who treated his precious stones very well. "Another point in your goal for utter chaos, is it? Or something more? Such pure bravado, though, my dear. Should I commend or fear it?" He felt inclined to do neither of course, but oh what fun it was to continue this little game! Perhaps if he dug deeper, he would uncover yet more intriguing facts?
"Aaah, it's refreshing to see a face so willing to face death and its hellhounds with a toothy grin. But I would hate to see your talents and beauty wasted over my bloodlusting brothers," Rotiart confessed, unable to help himself when he once more traced her form with his eyes. "For where would this world be without its brave warriors? Or assassins in this case. Tell me, why do the shadows interest you greatly? I was under the impression that you already knew them, considering your lifestyle."
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:30 pm
"Do as you will with it." Bijou answered. Really she spared little thought to what was thought of her. She was in this game for herself.
"Hasn't it always been most humorous to watch those held so high and so revered and feared fall into rubble?" Thus was her explanation for facing the shadows. "I find the greatest thrill from falling those most renowned. You get more of an uproar that way,..and that is what I live for."
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:44 pm
Rotiart issued a raspy chuckle. "Is that what you think of them? "High and revered and feared"?" His form shook with mirth, most of the sound lost under his breath, wry and gnarled as the oldest, weathered tree branch. When the vagabond got ahold of himself, he shook his head, lips curled upward to reveal pinpricks of teeth under the gloom of the hood. "Oh no, no, I would not give them such respect, my friend. The Brotherhood is nothing more than a ghost of a pup-scaring tale at this point, so immobile and locked in its indecision that my headstart has doubled since the initial exile. Wolves have their suspicions, yes, and some might go looking for them, but theirs is not one to call with respectful titles as of yet. My informant last reported a healthy batch of four taken in as well as some shining straggler, but this is little achievement to their glory days before Danel."
He shook his head, almost as if in lament.
"No, you mistake 'high and revered' for the dark court not far from your packlands, they who call themselves Lords and Ladies and serve The Goblin King. They grow larger still than my brothers and have, at least recently, been more active in their campaigns against Telk's population. The Brotherhood pales in comparison, feebly piecing themselves together. A clash of shadow on darkness is in order, I think, to shake things up."
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 6:53 pm
"I was merely repeating their reputation as I've heard it. I've crossed through many pack lands on my missions and from time to time catch wind of a fearful female speaking so fearfully, or a war-minded male holding them up on a pedestal." She chuckled. "Their reputation among others, if I am to be even more blunt, is what I seek to ruin and humor myself with doing so. I am sorry to have mislead you as to my opinion of them."
For the bigger their reputation, the harder their fall, and double the amusement for the chaos-loving femme.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 1:30 pm
"Merely stating? Mmm, but I love to rant," said Rotiart with a shrug. "And given any reason for it I will, right or wrong. How easily the mind of a wolf is swayed given a few dark, happenstance occurances with male pups! I have not tasted young ones in some time . . ." He almost fell to the charm of musing that sweet soft flesh, but there was a different, much more available kind waiting before him, and he shook these thoughts for a different night perhaps while alone and bored. The vagabond slunk forward, brushing lightly against her with a crooked grin.
"Or shall I be more silent and complacent to you, my dear? It has been ever so long since I've had a female in my midst, much less one like yourself, and I should not talk my head off if you wish for something different to do."
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