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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 9:41 pm
The heady rush of his promotion was still in Wolfeite's veins.
He could taste it now; a sweetness on his tongue, sharp and so unbelievably pleasing that it made him almost shiver with the power of it all. It burned through him like a brush fire, like one simple piece of him had caught a flame and held it so that by the time it grew to an inferno, it was already consuming him.
He thrilled in it. And he hungered for it.
Wolfeite was out, now, patrolling the streets - although patrolling was a bad word for it. He was as volatile as ever, perhaps even more so with his new status as a Negaverse General; his blood sang with the need to sink his teeth into something - or someone. Clawed hands itched to tear and rip and choke until there was nothing left at all.
The park was not his normal haunt, but Wolfeite was too eager and too tense to stay put in other places. He'd already swallowed the energy of two civilians he'd found - and, regrettably, left alive - and now he was emerging victorious from a cluster of close-set trees, a starseed clutched in his gloved hand.
It was glowing faintly, dully, the blue tinted hue slowly losing its color. Wolfeite grinned at it from behind the mask, all sharp teeth and greed.
And so opens another chapter.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 8:14 pm
This probably wasn’t the safest hobby. No, okay, it was definitely not the safest hobby, but it was a hobby that brought Oberon the most satisfaction in his short sixteen years of life. Ever since becoming a senshi (and that one time when he was a cat), he’d looked for things he could do to learn and grow as a person. And now he’d found something that not only greatly interested him, but that would hopefully help others in the future.
“Approaching subject. Seems to have higher than average intelligence. Dog ears and tail. Possible full youma? Strong. Unsure if it has the capacity to speak. It is… twelve after midnight,” Oberon spoke into his phone, recording himself. It was a lot faster than having to write things down.
He’d only just caught the youma’s aura as it entered the park. There were a lot of things that Oberon wanted to learn about it, so he hoped to get a decent session.
“It’s faster than I expected. Walks on its hind legs. Not sure about its sight or smell. I’ll try to make contact,” he said, holding up the phone and pointing it in the youma’s direction as it approached. Oberon stepped out from behind the tree he was waiting near, lifting his hand to try to get the youma’s attention.
“Hey there, Pupper. Are you a good boy? That’s it, Pupper. Come this way.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 7:13 pm
Wolfeite had felt the signature growing nearer - not quite as strong as his own, but not as weak as some of the others he'd felt so far. But Order; that foul, disgusting, sterile Order taste to it, enough for Wolfeite to want to sink his teeth into it and tear it until it was black and shredded.
The park was deserted, save for the two of them. Wolfeite did not even have to move to come nearer, because the Order brat was doing that for him, drawing ever closer, so that by the time he came into view, his voice was clearly audible across the echoing expanse of space.
Hey there Pupper.
A ripple of pure fury came shivering down Wolfeite's spine as he let his gaze fall on the young man - a very young man, judging by the looks of him. He came forward slowly, tail flicking back and forth behind him like a snake, ears flat back against his dark head of hair. The mask was pulled up over his face, so that only his golden eyes were visible, black paint smeared across his skin.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to approach the monsters when they're hungry?" Wolfeite said, voice low.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 9:38 pm
”You can talk? Fascinating,” Oberon chirped, obviously pleased with this discovery, although the tension in the youma’s shoulders, the flick of his tail and flattening of his ears mean that Oberon needed to stay on his guard. The youma was strong, stronger than himself. He was already in dangerous territory. But then again, he’d been in dangerous territory ever since before he’d become a senshi.
“Youma are always hungry, from my observations,” Oberon pointed out, taking another step forward although remaining as light on his feet as possible, in case he needed to attempt a quick escape. “You’re only - part youma?” he guessed with a thoughtful frown, his phone held out in front of him still.
“My name is Oberon, what’s yours? I’m glad you can talk. Did you become like that on purpose, or was it a freak accident? Did they force it on you, or is it a whole… ‘less capacity to think like a human, therefore more powerful’ kind of deal?” he asked, unable to help himself or the excitement in his voice even though he knew, knew, this had the potential to end badly.
“I’m studying you guys. Or youma, at least. Do you consider yourself human, still? Do they give you the same rights as a human, or are they just afraid of you and let you do what you want?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2017 7:49 pm
He let his gaze rake up and down the slight figure; not exactly so young that he should have been in grade school, but young enough that he was considered a child in Wolfeite's eyes. He made a sound that was intended to be a derisive snort and came out more like a growl, low in the back of his throat.
There was something - he didn't want to attack just yet, Wolfeite's sudden and sharp grin unseen behind the mask.
"I am all of myself, if that's what you're implying, speck," he said. He continued approaching, his pace slowing, more careful more cautious, though his body was rigid with a tension that clearly spoke of hunger and greed and violence.
A gloved hand reached out, claws pressing ever so lightly against the front of the senshi's chest.
"I'll answer your questions," said Wolfeite lightly. "All of them. If you let me have something in return."
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 12:34 pm
Yikes! The growl from the youma wolf man sent shivers up Oberon’s spine. He definitely didn’t like the look in the man’s eyes, and it was even worse that he couldn’t see his whole face, because Oberon was sure he could hear a grin in his voice.
The voice in the back of his head yelled at him to run while he still could, but he was frozen to the spot as the man slowly approached, a hand lifting to place on Oberon’s chest. Too close. The youma was much too close. There were only two real things that a youma could really benefit from gaining in Oberon’s experience. Energy, which sure, Oberon could give him that. But more likely, the youma was after his starseed. He didn’t really want to die just yet.
“Sure, yeah, I’ll let you have something in return,” Oberon replied, his voice slightly higher with alarm he couldn’t quite control, his hands still on his phone, his thumb swiping the screen. “First question. Say cheese?”
He hit the button on his phone to take a picture, the flash setting on, and leapt backwards immediately after the camera went off. Of course he managed to stumble on some tree roots, and went down hard and cursing, his phone knocked out of his hand in the process. Well s**t.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 5:29 pm
He couldn't help the thrill of satisfaction at the look in the senshi's eyes, the brief flicker of something other than his former eager expression. He hoped it was fear; he hoped it was something akin to terror, but he couldn't be too picky yet, not when he was still figuring things out.
This senshi could be useful, a foolish child like him.
He debated sinking his hand straight into his chest, and almost did - but the flash of a camera in his face made him let out a snarl as the senshi staggered back, Wolfeite jerking away instinctively. He blinked rapidly to dispel the spots of white and yellow flickering across his vision, and saw, to his pleasure, that the boy had fallen back, phone flying out of his hand.
Wolfeite stalked forward before he could get up, crouching over his legs and shoving a hand at his throat, fingers wrapping loosely around the tender skin.
"I was telling the truth," he said in a low growl, and the mask had fallen from around his face, voice no longer muffled by cloth, the entirety of his face visible now. Sharp teeth in a sharp mouth, a vicious grin, the paint smeared black across his features. "I will answer all of your questions on one condition."
His grasp tightened, just a little, on the senshi's neck.
"Give me your energy."
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2017 3:40 pm
Oberon didn’t have time to scramble back up to his feet when the wolf youma crouched down over him, a hand against his throat.
s**t, s**t, s**t. This was not what he’d intended when he came out that night. He wanted to observe youma, not get killed by one. And as young as he was, he wasn’t stupid, although his current predicament clearly indicated otherwise.
“You know, there are few people out there who really just want to study you guys and not kill you. Surprising, right?” Oberon said, his words spilling out, trying not to let panic overtake him, his mind spinning as he tried to think of a way out of that situation. “If you really are telling the truth, and want to know I’m telling the truth. Let me reach into my pocket and show you my research journal. It’s all about you guys. Youma, I mean,” he tried to explain, wincing slightly at the tightening of his clawed hand around his neck.
“I’d very much appreciate it if you didn’t kill me, and I’d like to ask you plenty of questions. And yeah, sure, you can have my energy. But you have to understand I’m concerned about getting home once you drain me. Hell, if you wanted, I could give you my energy in exchange for questions. You need energy, right? I can offer that,” he said, knowing he was already way in over his head, but if making a deal would get him out alive, it was a risk he was willing to take.
“I mean, like… meeting up every other week or something,” he explained, wondering just how stupid he was for doing this. Probably very stupid. He debated tightening his grasp a little, sinking claws into the senshi’s neck and watching the blood spill out over his gloves, staining the ground scarlet beneath him, white snow turning red. But not yet - not when he could still gain something from this child, Wolfeite’s gaze slowly moving up and down, watching the way he moved, the way his expression changed, the babble of a voice too fast to be calm.
I frighten you.
Good.
Wolfeite’s tail slowly shifted back and forth behind him, ears flat back against his hair, shaggy and wild about his face. He clicked his teeth together, sharp against sharp, and considered the offer - or at least, appeared to be considering it, his expression still hungry, still feral.
It was tempting - it would be quick, all he would have to do would be to squeeze -
Wolfeite’s lips curved up into a vicious smile.
”Accepted,” he hissed out. “You give me energy and in return I will answer your questions, every week. I will even let you return home in the same condition you are in.”
Maybe. It would depend, really, but the senshi didn’t need to know that. Wolfeite didn’t let go just yet.
“Agreed?”“Yeah, that’d be great,” Oberon wheezed, very much wanting to lift his hand up to try and pull the youma’s away from his neck, but he didn’t want to prompt him to kill him even faster. He definitely didn’t like the smile on the youma’s too sharp face, the paint and golden eyes making him look all the more menacing. And Oberon wasn’t typically that unnerved by golden eyes since his were a similar color, but there was something very clearly feral that shone in the youma’s.
“Agreed, agreed. Same time, same place?” he quickly asked, wanting nothing more than to have the claws taken from around his neck.
“First, do you have a name? Because I’d really like to call you by your name instead of, you know. Making one up,” he explained, hoping that would be a good starting point.
It would be awesome if he really wasn’t killed because he could only imagine all the fantastic information he would be able to collect from the mouth of an actual youma. Agreed.
It was a pact, a promise, a contract; one that Wolfeite was not going to forget anytime soon. He did not let anyone off so easily, did not think he would need to with this particular senshi. He was eager to learn, too eager; that eagerness without hesitation would be his downfall, and Wolfeite wanted to be there for it.
Slowly the grasp around the senshi’s neck loosened. Wolfeite leaned back a little, watching, then eased off of him, the smirk still curling his mouth upwards.
“Yes,” he said, brushing dirt off of his knees. “And my name is General Wolfeite, of the Negaverse.”
Gold eyes flickered towards the kid.
“What is your name, fledgling?”As soon as the hand was off his throat, Oberon lifted it to rub at his neck, trying to make sure everything was still in one piece. He took a quick look at his white gloves to make sure there wasn’t any blood. Thankfully, the gloves came back white.
“General?” Oberon asked, sounding impressed, but hopefully not too impressed that it insulted the man… youma. Thing. “Neat. I’m Oberon of adventure. Have you been around for long? I don’t remember seeing you before. Or did you go by another name before the whole…” he paused to make a gesture to the tail and ears, “thing… with the wolf stuff.”
He wondered if it was bad that he was jumping right into his questions, but he carefully pushed himself up to sit, and then stood, watching as General Wolfeite rose to his feet as well. Slowly, so that the General didn’t think he was doing anything nefarious, he reached down into one of the many pockets of his cargo shorts to pull out a small book and a pen.
“Do you mind? I like taking notes. So… you were a human at one point, weren’t you?” If he was going to die, Oberon figured he might as well make the most of it. He hadn’t hurt the child, which was saying something for someone of Wolfeite’s demeanor. He gave a cursory nod at the surprise that was instilled in the world general, feeling, not offense, but a certain amount of amusement. “No. I have always been Wolfeite. Perhaps you have just not been particular observant, I have been with the Negaverse for quite some time now.”
Both a dig and a question all rolled into one. Wolfeite folded arms across his chest, tail still curling loosely behind him.
Oberon of Adventure. A name committed to memory, for later use. Wolfeite watched the retrieval of the notepad and pen, eyes glittering gold in the black that pooled around them.
His lip curled, the smirk still there, though slightly less pronounced now.
“Yes,” he said, voice almost airy, light, relaxed, a hint of a growl to it. “Once upon a time. I found it much more beneficial to add to my intellect, and therefore, the youma.”
Not quite how things had gone, but it was how he saw things now, at any rate.”Yeah I guess that’s a possibility,” Oberon agreed when he was accused of not being too observant if he’d never seen him before. He bit back other questions that he wanted to ask, such as; was it difficult to keep a day job, being an energy and starseed hungry monster? He supposed that was a little too much for their first interview.
“Fascinating,” Oberon nodded as the General explained that he’d once been human. “More - beneficial - to aid my intellect,” he said as he wrote. “Do you have canine-like hearing now, too?” he couldn’t help but ask, curious about the youma’s abilities.
Does the rest of the Negaverse treat you like they would a non-youma General? was a question for another time as well, Oberon trying very hard to not have Wolfeite change his mind about just taking his energy and not killing him.
“Are there a lot like you? Partially youma or… full youma?” he wondered, pausing for a moment. “I heard there was a theory that many youma used to be senshi or knights or negaverse officers from long ago… is that true?” He distinctly remembered overhearing that from a conversation his brother had with a Negaverse General recently turned Knight. Whether it was true or not… well. He wasn’t sure whether this senshi - Oberon, a fitting name, he supposed - was just stupid or too eager for his own good. It was probably a mix of both; he did not exactly seem the strongest, but Wolfeite didn’t think anyone compared to him, after all. He’d gone farther than most when it came to the hunger of his power, and he wasn’t about to stop going after it now.
A snort escaped, amused.
“I have enhanced senses, yes,” said Wolfeite coolly, tail curling against his leg, brushing at his ankles. “I can do a great many things better now than when I was a mere human. The results are to be expected with someone of my intellect and abilities.”
And he’d fought, blood, tooth, and nail, for what he’d gotten. He intended to keep it.
Wolfeite’s head cocked to the side, one ear swiveling in the direction of a far off bird that had made a sound as it launched from a tree. His attention stayed focused on Oberon, however, Wolfeite’s arms slowly unfolding to come to rest loosely at his sides.
“There are a few,” he said, grinding the words out. “I have seen...some.”
But not talked to them. He had no intention of talking with any of them, not when he was better than all of them.
“It is theory,” said Wolfeite, because he was not about to say that he did not know the answer to that question. “Are you speaking of past lives?”Oberon knew he should be more concerned for his life, but was thrilled at the idea of talking to a part-youma General of the Negaverse, even if it meant that he had to give him his energy every week. There were worse things. And he’d collected his own energy for Caedus before, so it had to be similar, right?
You talk a lot about your intellect and abilities. Is that because you’re trying to show off or overcompensate? was another question Oberon (probably wisely) bit back. So far, Oberon had only seen the youma’s speed. Abilities, not so much. Intellect, well. He was definitely more responsive than the average youma.
The enhanced hearing was good to know about, and Oberon jotted a quick note about it, watching as the youma’s ear swiveled to pick up some distant sound.
He also chose not to ask Wolfeite if he liked to chase squirrels.
“Past lives, maybe,” he agreed, since he really didn’t know much about it, himself. Just that Wolframite had mentioned something about how youma were really humans. Or used to be. The irony that he was talking to another wolf was not beyond him. “I’ve heard of a place in Negaspace, too. A, uh… shoot. Crevace? Canyon? Where youma live. Is there a place like that?” Wolfeite’s gaze was narrowed, calculating. A part of him wondered if he was really going to allow this conversation to continue so placidly, or whether he was going to step forward and snap all of Oberon’s bones until they shattered to dust in his palms. It was a tempting thing; but he would play his part of this game for now.
He cared little for the past lives of anyone, including himself. The past had nothing to do with the present, with how Wolfeite was in this very moment, in this very place. What good would the past bring him, especially if it claimed he was some sort of Order scum?
No, the past was a fruitless, useless road and he did not want to travel it anytime soon, regardless of the outcome.
A snort escaped.
“The Rift, yes,”’ said Wolfeite calmly, careful not to divulge too much.. “”It is where I live. Some of your kind - “ He said it dripping with disgust, with disdain. “ - have already been there.””My kind?” Oberon couldn’t help but chirp in confusion, knowing very well that he still needed to be careful. This youma had every opportunity to kill him if he said the wrong thing or made the wrong move. “Wow, well. My kind certainly sucks at sharing information,” he made a face and jotted down what had been shared with him, as vague as it all was.
He pursed his lips thoughtfully, knowing he had a billion more questions to ask, but he didn’t want to push his luck. If it was true what the youma General said, then he would just ask him some more questions next week.
“Well. You seem like a pretty busy guy, so I’d hate to waste even more of your time,” he said, carefully closing the notebook and sliding it back into his pocket with his pen.
“As promised, you can take my energy. And as I promised, I will give you more next week,” he confirmed, lifting his arms to show he was unarmed, even though his heart raced, very aware of the danger of the situation. Wolfeite’s smirk was feral and sharp.
“The Order brats,” he said smoothly, lowly, his golden eyes resting on Oberon’s face with a sort of malicious satisfaction. “You invaded our space last year, and we have not forgotten. The Rift is not meant for ones as sterile as you are. We can take care of our own. You are not welcome there.”
The notebook was put away, but Wolfeite was not quite finished yet. They still had their bargain, after all.
He considered the young senshi for a long moment, and then Wolfeite stepped forward. He raised his hand, and sharp teeth sank into the fingertip of one glove, Wolfeite tugging it off, spitting the discarded cloth onto the ground. He took ahold of Oberon’s wrist and simply pressed, drawing the energy through him, siphoning off what he could, the heady thrill of it all filling his veins.
“Same time,” Wolfeite rasped. “Same place.”
Another feral grin.
“You give me this, and I will give you answers.”Oberon was probably smart to deny any involvement, especially if this youma man held a grudge for them invading their space just a year ago. Probably would be even more angry if he found out that Oberon and a group of kids snuck in and snatched up a whole cache of starseeds to return to the cauldron.
He watched warily as the General approached and took hold of his wrist, wincing and immediately feeling the effects of the energy being drawn from him.
“Yeah, yeah. I needed a cure for my insomnia, anyway,” he mumbled, doing his best to remain standing through the ordeal. He had a secret weapon up his sleeve that would do nothing against Wolfeite, but it would at least get him home if he were drained too much. His own magic helped with healing a little of his energy, at the very least.
Not that Wolfeite needed to know that. He was pulling enough energy to form a small orb in his other hand, Wolfeite’s fingers uncurling, palm facing up, a little glowing ball of red beginning to grow larger and larger. Oberon’s comment about his insomnia was left untouched, though a smirk was still tugging at the corners of Wolfeite’s lips.
Such an intriguing child.
Too bad he will wish he’d never bargained with me by the end of this.
For now, however...Wolfeite drew just enough to keep the senshi standing and upright before he let go, his hand falling away from Oberon’s wrist at last. The glowing orb of energy in his other palm was tucked away into Wolfeite’s jacket, and he reached for the discarded glove, tugging it back over black clawed fingers.
“Next week,” he said, “Same time. Same place.”
Do not let me down.
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