The Soul Ripper(For Siren)

[Wandering]

The large black and white wolf hybrid padded into the old train car. He looked around to see shattered glass on the floor. He carefully picked his way through the sharp, glass carpeted floor, and he sat on an old, upturned seat. He let his tail lazily swing below him, as he regarded the surrounding that he now found himself in. He called out for Siren, the leader of the Mafia, so he could meet him, and ask to join his pack. His howl was long and loud, booming across the whole of Mafia Territory. He stretched and yawned, watching a few ravens fly across the dark horizon. He waited for Siren to arrive.


For: Siren(Cyanide)
By: Ripper(Wandering. MEH!)
Feelings: Bleargh, museless....ack
lol =]

[»Cyanide]

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Siren's paws bounced easily as they made their way through the Mafian territory. Ears were raised on either side of his head acoustics cupping any faint noise that might come around. Brown eyes were locked a head of him, scannign around. There wasn't much movement on the land now, but he knew that would only be a matter of time really before it would be bustling with movement. Lower jaw dropping, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines, flapping out the corner of his jaws. The sun was dipping behind a few clouds. Above him the sky was a battleship grey in color. A few birds took flight, their black bodies contrasted against the sky.

Siren's paws leaving perfect heart shaped imprints behind in the dirt as he headed toward the plane crash. He could already see the silver of the plane in the dense lush green trees a head of him near the horizon. Siren had heard stories about this place, about how the humans had gotten sick on the plane, and thats why the plane crashed here. Siren didn't really care about why the plane crashed but the fact that it was there was giving him ample areas to rule over. He smirked at the thought of gathering huge followers here. The mafia would be the second most feared pack in the city, alongside the Cambridge pack. Actually, the mafia were good friends with that pack. Cyanide was one of the most ruthless dogs he'd ever met. Her heart was as cold as ice and black as oil.

He loped beneath a few low lying branches as he wormed his way around a few tree trunks. A few twigs lightly scaped against his hide, but he didn't mind it one bit. He found a spot where the water had collected over the weeks of rain and crouched down beside it to take a few drinks. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until now. After lapping up the cold water, Siren pressed onward. Above the sun vanished and not much light broke through teh branches. It was dark, but not that dark here. You were able to get around much better during the day then the night. The night was like walking through a oil slick.

As he neared the site, his nose twitched. A brutewas nearby. Smirking, but keeping his guard up, Siren decided to find out the real meaning why this male was here. He pressed onward and loped around the plane wreck itself, snuffling along the ground. She was inside. He didn't want her to know that he was there just yet. Siren easily jumpde up onto the wing before hopping down, his nails lightly scraping over the metal. He snuffled around the cockpit area and then turned and headed around to the other side where the tail section was. The tail was lying a few feet from the actual plane itself. It had broken off when the plan had crashed. There was a huge hole in the back, seats were still intact going up to the first class cabin. A bit of wire hung down but there was no danger here. The plane was completely dead.

Siren stepped into the plane, nails clicking on the floor as he walked up the center aisle. The brute was in teh front first class section. Once he reached there, he spied him. Smirking, he passed him, but then swung his rump around, planting it on the ground, forelegs coming around to teh front , keeping his upper body erect. Ears rotated forward, awaiting to hear his lyrics. He smirked and began talking.

"Hello there brute..I'm Siren, leader of the mafia. Might i demand why you're on my territory?" he asked keeping his expression calm yet meaningful. If he ewanted to join his pack, that was fine. But tresspassers were going to be punished severely. Possbily even killed. He looked him over. He looked like a healthy specimen though. He didn't tolerate sickly brutes.

[Wandering]

The two toned brute looked up to see a large brute nearby him, telling him he was the leader of the Mafia. Finally I get to speak with the famous Siren, leader of the famous....well, infamous, really, Mafia. He grinned wolfishly and opened his maw, deep lyrics slipping off of his cold, sharp tongue.

"Hello, name's Ripper. I am sorry for intruding but I was wondering If I could join your pack."

Ripper yawned and let his dark optics survey the plane wreck, smelling the still lingering scent of humans, which was now overpowered by the stench of blood, sweat and dog. He sighed and lent back into the seat that he was seated on, waiting for the other brute's reply.

For: Siren
By: Ripper
Mood: Random, RAWR!!!

[»Cyanide]

Siren watched this brute carefully. He seemed genuniely interested in joining, so Siren pulled himself up onto all fours and began slowly circling him, taking in his overall appearance. He seemed healthy enough and Siren stopped circling him before stopping in teh same spot he had originally begun in and planted his backside on the ground. Forelegs kept his upper body erect as his ears turned toward the brute, chocolate orbs piercing the others. His lower jaw dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines. He began speaking to him.

"Hello Ripper. What makes you suitable for the mafia?" Siren asked raising a furry eyebrow while he watched Ripper closely.

He wanted to see what Ripper's beleifs were and if he was suited for the mafia overall. He didn't want and weak dogs or anything like that so Ripper's ideas on things was going to have to be carefully scrunitized. Sirens ears twitched every once and a while as he sat there watching him. He caught the scent of a fae on the brute and smirked at Ripper.

"You got a fae dont you? What's her name?" Siren asked him cocking his head to the side slightly.

Siren wouldn't mind if the brute had a mate, but he didn't want any distractions either. But time would tell and he might be jumping the gun on this one too. Siren had a tendency to get rather jump and judgemental at times even though he'd just met Ripper. Clearly he wanted in on the mafia, which Siren found thriling. The german shepherd's tail flicked from side to side, sweeping over the ground as he remained sitting on teh same spot, patiently waiting for Ripper to respond.

[Wandering]

Ripper watched as the brute circled him. He smiled when the brute spoke to him, thankfully, in a kind and friendly manner. He shifted in his seat and he let deep lyrics float out of his maw.

"Well, I believe I am a good asset to the mafia. I am a strong fighter, and protector. I guess the wolf side of me helps with that. I am a loyal and willing warrior and a soldier, who will die for his pack, and his family."

Ripper's auds perked up when Siren mentioned a fea. Ah, he means Carrie.

"Ah, well, she is not my fea excately, but we are very closely associated with one another, yes. Her name is Carrie. A dark, like the both of us."

Ripper sat there, letting his black and white tail sweep at the ground, waiting patiently for Siren's words.

[»Cyanide]

Siren listened to Ripper's words and gave a faint smirk.

"Thats how it always starts out, Ripper. Nothing more than friends," He gave the brute a friendly wink, only something that he does to fellow darks. A light he would end up tearing them from piece to piece and feeding them to the fish in the lake. The shepherd brute yawned, letting his salmon pink tongue curl back into his maw before snapping them shut. Ears were rotated toward Ripper now.

He listened to Ripper's words and carefully evaluated him. He paused thoughtfully.

"Nice response. What are your views on lights and what do you think the Mafia should do about them?" Siren asked and lowered the front half of his body down into a 'bow' as he stretched. Then he stretched one hind leg out a time, enjoying the feeling of his own body. Once he was done, he remained standing on all fours now. His musclces were slightly tense so he turned to Ripper.

"Come lets take a walk. I'm rather bored," Siren replied before padding a few paces before stopping and turning around and looking over his shoulder at Ripper.

His tail slowly waved behind him, swaying through the air. Above the sun dipped behind a few clouds, briefly engulfing them in darkness. His chcoolate orbs seemed almost amberish now. His nose twitched picking up the scent of the area. He wondered where the others were at this point. It was OK. They were around somewhere but probably nothing too serious. He was going to have to call a meeting soon to start giving some ranks out. Of course those were nothing more than minor details but still he was going to have to plan things out carefully.

[Wandering]

The wolf hybrid smiled at Siren and nodded his head.

"Well, I like her, but I don't know if she likes me back. I would like her to be my mate, and join the Mafia alongside me, but I do not know if she likes the other brute she has met, Kodiak, more then she likes me. But it is her choice."

The two toned brute stood up and jumped down from the seat. He listened to the next question that came from Siren's maw. He laughed.

"If it were up to me Siren, the Mafia would scout around and kill every last living light around here. I hate light's with a passion. They loved the humans, so that makes me want to kill them even more."

Ripper yawned and stood beside Siren, watching him with dark brown orbs.

"Sure, a walk would be good. Where to?"

Ripper let his large paws, beneath his pillars, lead him towards the creaking doors, almost off of their hinges, and then the large wolf-mix looked back at the German Shepard, waiting for him to follow, or to lead him, to wherever the walk may take them. He waited for Siren to say something, or to follow.