Post by Akante on Jan 31, 2012 20:30:23 GMT -5
Hype. said:
[Liquid time after his roleplay with his family. also, FIRST TO POST]
So this is where his master had wanted him? Where the snake tongued black devil had hissed out his calls? After they'd travelled so far from the murk and filth of the marshlands and Imperium, they were back in the damned land at a new home? Hype had loved so much the land outside the marshes, his trip with Hoopla to get the herbs for Imperium's weak (who hadn't been the least bit thankful) had shown him the beauty of lands outside the marshes. Lands that were dry and grew the most gorgeous of plants, walked with the most interesting of breeds; back to mud facials and experiments with water plants. Something about this seemed off, that he'd return back to his hell after so long, but Master always had a plan. Mother the puppet master had always had a plan too, Hype had never been without one who knew exactly what to do and when to do it. Plus he felt at home with the morally corrupt like himself.
After all, he was a prodgedy, if only in his mind.
And so black claws found themselves fighting with their old foe, the murk of the wetland and silver paws found themselves tainted green with sun-grown water filth. An irritated snort and a click of his teeth set his whole features into a less than pleasant appearance. But Hype could not live alone, and he had not found himself at home with his own children, or his own mate of sorts. He could not return home after leaving, being seen as a traitor, as well as if whispers in the dark were true, plots unfolding would leave Imperium known of a lie he'd told. The only other creature in this world he found himself getting along with had told him where to go and who to find when the time was right and so it was that he found himself treking towards the land where his master should await him.
As if this were some religious migration.
Blue eyes looked around the border, a deep sigh built in his chest. He could smell the recent markings of a queen, and Hype found it slightly odd that Hoopla would fall under someone's order after all his power, but none the less the Master had done what the master chose. And Hype could smell where he'd walked the land, as if it were a victory dance of sorts. He hadn't know the Legati would be here too, but now, now he could smell her as well.
Fangs pulled up into a smile as he sang out.
Each breath calmly rising and falling to the beat of his body, his scarred side a sign of his lie to Imperium.
Night~ said:
The brute lingered along the borders of the new pack's territory. Thankfully for him, he didn't have to undergo the grueling process of acceptance. He'd done that once before, in Imperium, that was more than enough for him. His cold eyes glared into the distance, as if judging the outside world for their impartial opinion of him. Had he been that lowly? That weak? If there was one, ultimate goal for the bastard, he wanted to become infamous. He would not go down silently, he would not fade into the background and let his counterpart rise up in his place. Even if the timber somehow fell into mortality's grasp, he would rise up, not fall down. Mere mortals, puny and petty, were unlike him in the sense that they allowed fate to carve their lives. But Night knew better. He knew that the key to immortality was to make damn sure that no one could forget him, even if they tried. He would counterattack all of fate's futile attempts. He would assault it, rape it if necessary, in order to make his way the only way.
After all, when had this wolf ever actually submitted?
Never.
Dirtied paws carried the light-bodied male at a casually slow pace down the edge of the territory, the water sloshing and attempting to cling to his fur. His sneer was humbled in tired exasperation, and the brute slowed his pace a bit, almost halting. And there he'd sit, auds occasionally turning from one side to the other, as alert as if he were still lingering in the mountains. But here, where he had already proved himself with feeble efforts to his new alpha, the bastard had risen once again. Except this time his strings were applied instantly, and he could pull them as he pleased. No effort necessary. How high could he rise, this time?
A howl burst through the silence, and the Surgeon wasted no time in taking a few quick dashes to make way towards his old apprentice. Slowing to a skid, the Reaper let that cheshire grin spread wide in greetings. "Welcome home..." He saw no need to 'test' this recruit's capabilities. Night knew far too well who this mutt was, and what he was capable of. All he needed to do was step aside and let the younger male walk forward, officially a part of a newer, much more promising home. As he turned to walk on, entering the territory and pursuing his trail onward, he let his cool voice slither off his tongue, "How have they been?"
They meaning the bastards they'd left behind. Night had only heard the propaganda that Whiteraine had uttered, but he knew little of what had actually happened after the ex-Consul's leave.
Do regail me with magnificent tales...