In a very tightly held portion of Wolf's mind, she'd always wanted to spontaniously become a werewolf. She'd be lying if magic and the supernatural didn't excite her; she'd spent a long time as a kid pretending to be a giant wolf patrolling the allies. Magic was, given her encounter with the cat lady, at least present to some degree. It was just a matter of holding on to it, grabbing it, and making it hers.
Easier said than done.
"Oi, Zev, if you want me to get ya set of paintbrushes for the holiday, hurry yer a** up! The store's gunna close soon, and we got four blocks to walk," called the tall woman, who looked over her shoulder at her twin some paces behind her. It was the least she could do for him, given their finances were so tight. At least no one had come to them yelling for money this month - sometimes dear old dad came through.
Sometimes.
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The moon was bright tonight. Saturn, however, was out of sight, a sad thing. It was going to be a very boring night, after all. It was rare Iolanthe was let out of the Rift, the large dark magenta rose goatar youma who spent more time staring at the sky than feasting on those of the city. Most of this was, primarily, because she had a tendency to wander off.
Like she'd done now.
And sit somewhere with a good view of the stars and ponder them until she got tired and went back to whichever officer had summoned her to go home. She was not the only youma among the city today, another some distance off. Yet she was fine to watch the stars, until a pair of civilians caught her eye more than the moon.
She followed silently, hooves never making a sound, curious.
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TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT! Double awakening is a go!
Kaefaux
Zev/Hati, and Ram
Pixie Nyxie
Methone
Whimsical Blue
Ash!
Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2015 8:12 pm
Zev huffed under his jacket and sweatshirt, the only things really keeping him from the biting cold. Layers. If he could have a fur coat, one firmly attached to his skin, he'd jump for it.
As it was, the Pup wandered after the Wolf, silver eyes trained on his twin as he padded lightly in her wake. She'd been kidnapped for ******** sake. His hackles hadn't lowered since then, snarling like a brat of a kid whenever she'd head out alone.
Yes he was pissed off, no he wasn't going to calm down, like hell was he overreacting. And if he heard about a ******** talking cat turned cat lady he was banning her from watching any more cartoons, surf the internet, or freaking... anything those nerds did that involved that sort of porno s**t.
"I'm comin', I'm comin'," he called up to her, huffing a bit as he sped up his pace. "Look if y're really that antsy about it, let's just race," he finally shot to her once he was walking in step with her, shoot her a tooth-filled smirk. "Loser buys hot drinks at the store?" It was weird how many of the stores were also getting cafes built into them but. Hey, for that time of year? "Or amp it up and say loser buys dinner."
He wanted a distraction. Just... have some fun with his twin. And just enjoy the freaking holidays without their old man's collectors down their freaking necks.
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Farther off, a lumbering figure loomed, claws digging into the sides of buildings as the youma slowly climbed and hung from the heights. Three eyes burned into the city below. Nothing of interest came to him--not even stray cats were visible. Nothing for him to hunt, to rip apart, collect the bones of...
The massive beast lifted his skull head, cocking it to the side as he breathed in the city air. Ripples of Chaos... another youma's presence called to him. Strong. Like him.
Heaving himself onto the rooftop, his massive pawed limbs began to move, dragging him with surprising ease across the buildings as he began a slow, yet powerful surge towards the presence.
More youma meant fights--either with them, or against.
For this beast of Chaos, it was all he yearned for.
Methone's hand ran along Ash's fur in a gentle stroke, as she lazed on the rooftop that face out into the city. Iolanthe wasn't the only one watching the stars tonight, as the eternal senshi gazed at where Saturn was hidden. She hadn't been able to visit her homeworld today, as she was back on earth waiting for the other Saturn brothers to gather.
Either Aegir or Thrymr would join her tonight, as Monty and Scholo were both out of commission, resting until their separate injuries were healed. She almost didn't feel the brush of chaos, but when paired with another, it was like something hit her and took her breath away.
They were strong auras, and denser then that of the Negaverse agents. Pure chaos, it felt like, and to her state, sickeningly wrong. She stopped her petting of Ash and rolled over, her gaze dropping to the street.
"Two of them." She whispered, "They are stalking some civilians. Don't have time to call for backup. Come one Ash, stay close." She said to the guardian before dropping down. She could handle youma's....couldn't she?
Kaefaux
Whimsical Blue
a-disgruntled-dragon
Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2015 9:11 pm
The night had been peaceful thus far, and Ash had not been eager to fill it with patrol and fighting. It seemed to be becoming a trend lately, and while she understood she really should be pushing for more active senshi-ing, it was so much easier to just let herself relax a little with the people she cared about. Follow Methone's lead for a while and not push herself.
She'd start again soon, she promised herself. Soon. Eventually. Everyone needed time to recover, mentally and physically, right?
There was no ignoring the youma signatures that cropped up on her inner radar, however. They signaled the end to the napping and star watching. Ash sighed heavily, but rose without complaint, stretching for a moment before she jumped down.
"I feel them, Darling. Be careful! I'll be right behind you." She called as she bounded after her senshi, staying as close as she could while finding cover for a small, sleek body. She was the perfect size to be a youma snack, truth be told, but there was no way she was letting Methone face two youma all by herself. If nothing else, she needed someone to watch her back, and that Ash could do.
Growing up as a street pup had given Wolf the benefit of a very high perception check. She had a knack for noticing people following her, as well as sharp reflexes to take out those sorts of threats. Something, or someone, was following them. Not so much from the sound, but an intense feeling of being watched. Almost as though they were prey. The tall woman fell back, stepping in time with her brother. She fished a fistload from her jacket, shifting it's weight in her hand.
"We've got company. Don't know how many, but at least one. Wonder if it's the gang from the fish alley again," she said in low tones, glancing over her shoulder in time to see a centaur leap from the bushes and trot down the sidewalk with purpose.
Wait.
A centaur? With roses?
"... Scratch that. Centaur. Our six, heading purposefully down the sidewalk. C'mon." Wolf aboutfaced and took off back the way they'd come. She'd seen some s**t - talking cats, crazy psycho military ladies - but centaurs seemed incredibly out of place in that equation. So much so, it spiked her curiousity just enough to want to investigate.
Or protect some poor sod from those hooves.
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Iolanthe followed intently, keeping a good distance from the pair of humans. They intrigued her, for the moment, and she was rather curious as to what they were doing.
Suddenly, the most delectable scent of power and energy rolled over her. The goataur's head snapped in the direction of the power signature, the twins forgotten in an instant. It was intoxicating and overpowering and she had to taste it right then and there. Iolanthe plucked a rose from her hips, setting the petals to glow bright in the evening light. She cared no longer for being silent or staying in the bushes, leaping from them with the grace of a deer and trotting down the hard sidewalk towards the source of the sweet energy.
