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Post by Lattan on Sept 3, 2008 17:02:39 GMT -5
»Her crown jerked to the brute that commented on her rank of name. Her name meant nothing less than the last word on many's mouths before they died. They could call her what they liked if they wanted it to be they deathing wish. "If you wish to call me something else, speak up. Other than that, call me Lattan." She gave a devilish, cruel grin to him and winked an orb as she looked away soon after.
»Her crown turned as a hunteress spoke out. Her thorns pricked, taking in her words. She surprisingly looking just like herself. Odd, sisters? Chances were slim, but they would pull it off if they really wanted to.
»'Message.' She named herself to the pack. She nodded her crown as if to greet her somehow. She gave a bit more respectful nod to her than when greeting the pack as a whole. She felt connected with her in some way. But, she turned to the two unnamed canines among them. She eyed them each at different times with close detail of their frames and beings. She looked to Message for a moment, studying her as well. She took mental notes on how each smelled, looked, and such. One might never know when this may come in handy in a later time.
»She sighed softly as she looked to both of unnamed dogs. "So, 'gentlemen', what are your names? I mean, the ladies of the pack have named ourselves. It would only be the gentleman like things to do." She voiced with a slight smirk, but her tone was more relaxed. Not harsh or icie, yet not playful at the same time. Just relaxed. She used gentlemen lightly knowning that they have all had taking their share of lives to think they were worth the Mafia's while.
»Her eyes drifted towards the unnamed brute on the ledge and then to the earth-colored male among Message and herself. She sat her hind down and stand straight with a slight power as she awaited a response from one of them.
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Post by melody on Sept 3, 2008 17:35:02 GMT -5
Message already knew the two brute's names, and turned back to them, her orbs slowly tracing Siren, leading themselves to Paradoxx, who seemed quite interested in the lovely Lattan, who had just joined in their conversation. Message was quite surprised at how much the two females looked alike, they could easily be sisters. She doubted it, though it was a thought.
"Brutality is an understatement, you are correct, Paradoxx. And Siren, you have nothing to worry about. If I brought in a brute that challenged you, you can have my head, even my pelt, if you wish." Message laughed coldly, blinking a few times to the tiredness entering her body. She hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the other night, she had preferred to look for another dog instead. And her search ha dlead nowhere, only here, where the two brutes she had found were extremely malovelent, exactly what Message had been looking for. Now, if only one of them could pay a bit more attention to her, she would play everything right, and end up with yet another set of pups to deal with.
This time, though, Message wouldn't kill them within their first twenty four hours. Instead, she would raise them as devils, train them to defend themselves and kill others, to become part of the new generation of the mafia. If any of them seemed like they were of the lighter side, or even a tad over the neutral line, she would have their blood, their necks' slit by their own mother.
Mess laughed.
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Post by [volde is a sexy beast] on Sept 4, 2008 1:44:10 GMT -5
Her brown orbs searched the terra. Nothing much to see here. She preferred it down at the airplane wreck, where she'd been last time. The cliffs were intimidating, she had to admit, but not so intimidating she couldn't stand it. She leapt over rocks and wandered through the valley. Last she had met the leader, Siren. Out by the wreck it smelled of death. Stiletto liked that. Of course, she didn't naturally intend to kill any of the Mafia. She preferred Lights as prey, she liked to stalk them and kill. She didn't eat dog meat, it was just a leisurely way to spend her time.
Stiletto was not an ugly female, quite fine, actually, and just a little underweight. She wasn't one for puppies, too innocent for her liking. She had come to the Mafia to join, most likely as lead female, as she wouldn't accept anything lower than that unless she had to. She liked to lead, and, being a stubborn young lady she wouldn't accept any position that wandered along. The female loved being high in command. Especially when it came to being in such a powerful group.
She walked a little further and caught the scents of two males and two females. One, she recognised as Siren. The others were foreign. She also caught the scent of a carcass. Deer. She was hungry, and licked her lips as the scent grew stronger. She had the urge to kill and eat. She sped up, leaping from rock to rock, and came to a path leading up a cliff. The fem made her way up to the top and spotted the silhouttes picturesquely framed against the horizon. She trotted up to them and rested on her haunches. She looked hungrily at the carcass and then turned to Siren.
'Ah, Siren, long time no see. How have you fared since then?'
She smiled guiltily then turned to the others.
'I suppose I shall introduce myself, for those of you who have not yet been graced with my name. I'm Stiletto, and I'm looking for a place in the Mafia.'
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Post by »Cyanide on Sept 4, 2008 23:04:29 GMT -5
Siren nodded at the reassurance that came from his members. His twin malarkies turned toward the familiar female that had come into view. Stiletto. Siren smirked at her and bowed his head to show her respect. She was the only female so far that he would ever show respect to.
"Hello my dear Stiletto. I've been really good actually. This is sort of a mafia pack meeting we're having right now. Care to join?" he asked chuckling slightly, his tone flirty and airy.
His tail swept from side to side behind him, waving through the air over the ground. He grinned at Paradox now.
"You may start bringing in the lights for your pleasure, however, you must tell me first when you bring them in and what gender they are. Females and males will be separated of course. Those of you that are female may have fun with the males, those of you that are male may have your fun with the ladies, of course its fair to go either way," He said smirking a bit and laughing heartily. He turned to Message now and pulled back his lips in a doggy grin. He was proud of his pack now. They were all hungry and ruthless and that is exactly what he wanted. Twin harks rotated around to Stiletto now.
"Dear Stiletto, I fair the same question to you. How have you been since our last encounter?" he questioned and waited softly for her response. Above him the sky was turning a darkened color now. Storm was coming. The temperature did drop and he could feel it now as the breeze whipped over his ebony and tawny colored fur. He looked to his pack.
"If this storm comes in, we must move to the plain wreck. It will provide us with shelter," he said and glanced up at the sky once more before turning his eyes onto his pack.
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Post by [volde is a sexy beast] on Sept 7, 2008 3:58:24 GMT -5
She cocked her head curiously.
'Well, there is no reason why I shouldn't join in.'
She pricked her ears at what he had to say next, about bringing Lights into the Mafia Territory. By that, did he mean letting them join the Mafia? Surely not. No, he meant as slaves. A grin slowly slid across her maw and she looked evilly over at Siren. She looked at the other male. A Doberman. He sure was well built. She shrugged mentally and inspected the females. Not as fine as Stiletto, but still very well put together. She turned back to Siren.
'Oh, lovely. Some Lighties to have fun with. This place is better than I expected. I'd love to kidnap some prey off the streets to play around with like a ragdoll. I'm always hungry..'
She grinned and Siren turned to her, asking her how she had fared in recent times. She raised an eyebrow and replied in a flirty voice.
'Ah, I've been just as bad as usual. You know, the everyday killing and attacking.. Nothing different to my usual routine.'
Her mouth expanded into her usual big, evil, flirty grin. The fem's auds flicked around to hear his next comment.
'Oh yay! I like the plane wreck. It smells like dead bodies.'
She licked her lips hungrily and glanced at the catch on the ground in front of her. Stiletto wanted to eat it so badly. But she had manners and she knew better than to help herself.
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Post by »Cyanide on Sept 7, 2008 17:03:44 GMT -5
Siren nodded at Stilleto. He grinned at her like a dog cowering over a fresh piece of meat that didn't want to share one bit.
"Oh yes. We will have lights to play with. But NO killing," he said emphasizing the word NO. He didn't care if his pack played with the lights or messed with them, he just didn't want them to kill them...for the meantime anyway. Another chilly breeze caught his fur and blew a few patches around in several directions.
He shivered slightly and turned to his pack.
"I think its best if we move to the plane wreck. It'll be much better there plus there will be more shelter there," Siren said as he pulled hismelf up onto all fours and gave his body a rigorous shake, causing his ears to flap against his head. Once he stopped, he regarded his pack now and waited for someone to respond. While he wasn't the weak type, but the cold weather was something he learned nto to mess with . Mother nature could be a real bitch when she wanted to and he respected that. His eyes moved on to each dog until he waited for someone to speak.
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Post by [volde is a sexy beast] on Sept 8, 2008 2:15:39 GMT -5
[ooc: I'm sorry it's so short.]
Stiletto's ears flicked forward. Siren directed another comment at her. No killing Lights? No fair.
'Gee, ruin my fun, why don't ya? Nah, it's all right. But can't we kill just one? Pleeease?'
She grinned and giggled flirtily. She stoodup and walked in a circle around Siren. She was looking forward to her days in the Mafia and rested on her haunches. He said something about the plane wreck and she smiled.
'Yay! Let's go let's go. I love that place! The.. deadfulness. It's awesome.'
She wondered how many lights she'd get to play with. She imagined herself ripping the things to pieces. Heaven. But, no, she wasn't allowed. She then imagined herself taking a bite out of one of them and using it as a slave. She sighed.
'So, when are we gonna recruit some vict- I mean, Lights?'
She stumbled on the word 'victims'. She knew Siren would not entirely appreciate her calling the slaves 'victims'. Even though they would be once she got her paws on them. She let a little, flirty grin extend over her mouth. It was her usual smile, she was always grinning evilly. A white fang hung out over her bottom lip. Her salmon pink tongue lolled out to the side, across her canine teeth, as she panted. Stiletto waited for a response from Siren.
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Post by Artemis on Sept 8, 2008 13:54:45 GMT -5
'Ah, Siren, long time no see. How have you fared since then? I suppose I shall introduce myself, for those of you who have not yet been graced with my name. I'm Stiletto, and I'm looking for a place in the Mafia.'
Burgandy eyes turned on the new female. This one had left scents across the plains like a beacon. They'd all know she was a regular. Paradoxx let his jaw stretch into a cheerful smile. He leapt lightly off his rock, padding up to the newcomer. "Ah, my lady. I was wondering when you would bless us with your prsence." His tone was jokey, yet slightly sincear. He'd had been wondering ever since he'd smelt her first time he'd entered the land. Even before he'd seen Siren for a second time. His thin tail flicked through the air. Deep red eyes were glittering slightly. Maybe it was the light or maybe it was something else. They burnt from within. Not literally obviously, or was it. Maybe the metaphorical smile of the paradox was lit in his head. Or maybe he was just having a good time. You never knew. He didn't move from his spot and stayed standing. It felt more natural for him, he was less elegant, less composed when sitting.
'Oh yay! I like the plane wreck. It smells like dead bodies.'
Paradoxx laughed softly. The noise was like the distant rumble of thunder across a bare desert. "That's because there are bodies under there. Think of it more as a plane crash than a plane wreak. Have you never looked underneath it?" His voice never faultered, it still held the clean civil bliss. His head was raised slightly, looking over the gathered company at the weather. Deep bruised clouds flowing in from the east. The sky was already a dusky purple and the clouds were changing it to a dark navy. Purhaps moving was sensible. Dogs with longer coats would take much longer to dry. His coat was relevtively thin and fine, so it wouldn't take as long to dry if it did get wet. Paradoxx padded passed Siren back to his carcuss, taking the small deer in his teeth. Not need to waste perfectly good food. It was light, since it wasn't a full grown deer yet. Only its hind legs were dragging against the ground as he pulled it along the path he had already created.
'So, when are we gonna recruit some vict- I mean, Lights?'
Paradoxx chuckled softly, still making his way down, breaking into a smooth trotting motion, the deer leaving a scrape down the earth. The rain was just coming over. Light at first, just a few droplets on his coat. Then it started to come in sheets. Pelting it down in driefts and buckets. Paradoxx shook his head but kept up the same pace, tail flicking through the air, burgandy eyes burning in deep.
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Post by melody on Sept 8, 2008 15:09:11 GMT -5
Message ran her eyes over the new female, knowing that she wanted to steal Siren from the others. Her tone was flirty, Message knew, and was much too obvious. Sighing, Message laughed to herself, a slight sound that rang like bells. The female was obviously an amatuer, she knew nothing at all when it came to brutes. Or did she? Message didn't know, and didn't care. Growling softly as she passed the female, Message followed Paradoxx down the slope as it began to rain.
It rained hard, pelting the dogs as they hurried to take refuge in the plane wreck. She loved the rain, it didn't bother her as much as it did other dogs, though she didn't know exactly why. Since she had longer type fur, she would be wet for quite a while. Suddenly, her stomach quivered, and Mess sensed the urge to eat, and her mouth began watering. She stared at the kill Paradoxx had, the thoghts of tearing into it filling her head. God, she was so hungry, it felt like she hadn't eaten in a century. But she would have to wait for Siren to eat, leaders always ate first.
"How long have you been in the mafia?" Her words were directed at Paradoxx, as he was the only other dog near to her, and would be able to hear her through the downpour. She walked as she waited for a reply, shaking herself before continuing behind the doberman, as the path was not large enough for two dogs to walk side by side. She didn't really wish to walk next to Paradoxx, anyways, she still didn't trust him enough. Besides, he probably wouldn't think twice about hurting her.
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Post by Lattan on Sept 8, 2008 23:06:17 GMT -5
»Her pools raged underneath with annoyance as her question was quickly forgotten. She was not one to be ignored when asking something with a nice tone. She did not like rudeness towards her. If she wanted that she could of walked down a street corner.
»She overlooked as a new bitch and took the attention as she layed her frame down onto the earth. Her thorns picked up random words from everyone's speech. Something over storms, dead bodies, and a plane crash. It seemed that this fae was knew already to the males of the Mafia. "The Mafia's toy?" She thought to herself with a chuckle, but kept it to herself. She was not really paying attention to anything they were speeching of. The way she spoke bothered her, thinking she owned the earth she walked on like she was one of the gods herself. She was as mortal as they rest of them. Her frame shrugged slightly as she released a sigh. It was not truly important to her that they were making small talk. Her orbs would, from time to time, look at the brute from the rock with wearly yet open eyes. One could not tell if she did not trust him or was merely taking in the sight of him. She was different because she emotions were not always easy to read at times.
»She watched as he picked up a corpse, a deer, and dragged it along some path as the sky let out a steady cry. She stood tall and picked up her paws, following him to be certain and Message was not far behind him as well. She didn't mind her as much.
»She moved ahead of her, next to him mostly. Not next to him, but close enough that you could consider it that. She was not afraid of him and it seemed he had a mouthful that he'd doubtful to try to harm her. She was silent as her graze moved from him to Message as she offered her a friendly-ish grin. Her crown turned back to the brute with the dead body as she took in the scent of the deer. She was not hungry as much as she thought she'd be. So, she made no attempt at trying to steal a bit of meat from him. That was how things worked sometimes out here though, you steal from those who can not denied it. She had a strange likely to this unnamed brute though and she was not going to risk her stomach over a new pack.
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Post by [volde is a sexy beast] on Sept 9, 2008 1:57:42 GMT -5
[ooc: It's a long one]
She pricked an ear as the other brute spoke. He wasn't a talkative one, really. He had hardly said a word since she came. But now his vocals rumbled from his throat like the thunder beating the sky above them. Then came the rain. It came in sheets, beating the ground. The brute's comment sent a grin across her face. She licked her lips at the sight of the deer, and the Doberman made another comment. Then he picked up the kill and dragged it away, sending the other femmes following him. She sighed and looked at Siren. She would not budge until the leader stood ad decided to follow. Following the leader wasn't something she liked. She liked being the leader. Well, the mafia had only one leader, and it wasn't her. So she had to get used to following.
She looked at the other male. She raised an eyebrow.
'Of course I've looked under there. It's hard not to when you're a Dark and can't resist the smell of a carcass.'
Just a few minutes and she could already tell the other females didn't like her. The first one looked as if she thought Stiletto was being too flirty, and she seemed to look at the males as if she thought she knew everything about what it took to get someone to like her. Then she stared at Stiletto as if she was stealing Siren from her. Well, Siren wasn't hers to steal from. The dog growled as she passed Stiletto. The kelpie stared at the vix and flicked an ear. A smirk reached her face and she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but she knew that the other fem didn't take a liking to her either. It wasn't like the kelpie actually cared what they thought. Stiletto just had a feeling she'd be with the boys more than the girls. It had always been like that. When she was younger her sisters hated her. She didn't care, just raced around with her brothers.
Again, the femme turned her gaze to Siren. He had not moved. Then she looked over at where the Doberman was. She still hadn't caught his name. Oh well. He didn't need a question, he could tell her if he wished. She didn't give a crap that she didn't know his name. It didn't matter to her.
Another crack of thunder split the air, joining the thumping of rain and pattering of paws. Stiletto couldn't wait any longer for Siren. She knew it wasn't good to leave a leader behind, but then, she was Dark. Stiletto had no care in the world what was good and what wasn't. She sighed and rose on all fours. She decided to follow the Doberman. She smell of the deer filled her wet nose and she ached to eat it. She did actually think of stealing some, but she didn't want to steal from a Mafia member. The brute didn't intimidate her but she still knew it wouldn't leave her in a good place with the rest of the pack.
Her question had not yet been answered and she wanted to know when she could bring in some Lights. She liked the idea of being able to have full control over the creatures. She hadn't ever had a slave and it sounded fun. Well, fun for a Dark, anyway. Not having a question answered bothered her, but, seeing as how Siren was the leader, she wasn't going to make one of her usual rude comments.
She padded over to the other femmes. She knew they wouldn't take much of a liking to her. But, allies were everything in this city and getting off to a bad start with a new pack wasn't a good thing. A low, gruff growl rose in her throat as she came nearer to the others, but she made sure to keep it quiet. Of course, she didn't like the other vixen but first impressions weren't always everything.
She looked at the females. A floppy, grey ear flickered towards them. She made an effort to keep from growling at them.
'I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch your names. May I ask? Of course, you don't have to tell me. You can keep your calling to yourself if you wish, I'll have to come up with something else to call you.'
Her tone was sarcastic though she didn't want it to be. Her comment may have been taken as rude by them, which was not meaningfully done. She had attempted her best possibly second impression. It may not have worked out, however. The canines before her did not take a liking to her. Stiletto could not tell whether the Doberman actually thought much of her. The kelpie turned an aud towards the direction of the latest crack of thunder to split the silence. The rain began to fall more heavily now, pelting her grey-blue coat with its tears. She had always thought of the rain as tears, which came from her stage of depression earlier on, which turned her Dark and caused a few lives to be lost.
The vixen then slowly followed the Doberman down the slope. She had no idea where they were going but she had the feeling it would be somewhere in shelter. Perhaps the plane crash was their next destination. If it was, she couldn't wait to rest under the steel roof of the cabin. The last time she'd visited the plane's cabin was when she met Siren. She'd come in from the park and decided to hang out at the plane wreck. Exploring the plane led her to a carcass, and then Siren found her.
The meeting at the plane wreck had started her days in the Mafia. Well, now that he was here with the pack was a start. Another crack of thunder broke the silence - besides the rain - and a bolt of lightning slapped the ground. She was jolted from her thoughts and realised she was a fair bit behind the others. Oh well. Siren was well behind her, so she decided to keep her pace the same so she wasn't particularly leaving the leader behind.
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Post by Artemis on Sept 10, 2008 12:35:24 GMT -5
I started a new post in the plane crash.
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