The reaper makes his mark.

[Zendelrin]

<sup>Darkness enveloped the area in an eerie glow. The shadows looked as if they had minds of their own. The dancing silhouettes made figures over the abandoned shack. Something was off on this particular night. The night time lullaby seemed hushed and a strange silence seemed to suffocate the air around the apartments. There was a good reason a warning seemed to be dancing around in the area. If anyone was to stroll on over they might possibly feeling the unique danger that pulsed in the air.

The door was open and claw marks could be seen on the bottoms on the frame. A strange black trail was flowing from the outskirts of the streets and into the open door. As the moon peeked its head past the gathering clouds the true color was shown. A crimson tint with a liquid shin was given to the creepy trail. The smell of death soon followed the trail and then there he was. Unyielding yellow eyes shined against the contrast of the darkness. His long muzzle was stained with blood and he tore at the flesh underneath his paws. He was gorging on his kill and nuzzling through the organs. He wasn’t quite sure which one he wanted to keep. They were all so lovely and all fun to play with.

Upon further inspection one could see the blood strewn all across the barn walls. Hay had little pools of it painting the yellow into a strange dirty brown. One of the limbs was thrown across the floor in a bloody mess and laid a few feet away from the body. What exactly it was he was consuming was hard to determine. His large back was blocking the view of his dead things face but as he moved towards the lower part of the body a face could be seen. It belonged to a red wolf. Its last minutes of life had seemed to be agonizing as its facial features described. What exactly had he done to this once living, breathing, and loving wolf? Well, that was for him to know and others to find out, eventually.

Gleaming fangs shined in the darkness as he pulled the right kidney out of his victim. It was customary for him to take a part of his prays organs. It was like his signature trade mark with all his kills. He usually enjoyed taking the heart or one of the eyes but today he was in a different mood and a kidney seemed just fine. He was content with a full belly and his little treasure in his mouth and decided to vacate the little shack. His bush tail danced behind him as that Cheshire like grin was plastered across his jaws. The kidney was placed in the center of his mouth and made his jaws a touch parted. He shook his deep grey fur and left his sinful creation behind him.

The moonlight illuminated his figure to expose a rather large but skinny male. His back and shoulders were broad as if he had once been very muscular but his stomach was lean and a few ribs could be seen stressed against his skin. His fur wasn’t as shinny or healthy as it could be. He seemed a little malnutrition but that was given do to his particular taste in cuisine. Yes, wolves fed his belly but they didn’t always have all the nutrition he needed to keep himself healthy either. So once in a while he would need to cave and consume some natural pray. When that time came perhaps he could find a temporary companion to aid him.</sup>

[Silver]

Long legs carried the female with ease--with grace. She was not overly built, but she didn't need to be. Her size made up for the need for bulk. She was not overly thin--but her long limbs and slender body where packed full of muscle--muscle that had been inherited, so to say, from her bloodline. She had gained the strength from the Great Dane in her as well as the large size. She got her towering height from nearly all the breeds that had been mixed to create her. Wolfhound--Great Dane---Deerhound... All which took up the top three spots of tallest dog. There was also the slender, wonderful formed body made for quick, graceful running. Which she could thank to her Greyhound heritage. Really, she was a perfect combination of all the breeds. Tall, powerful made and of course, beautiful.

Her rich chocolate eyes had no need to grow accustomed to the darkness--she had been lurking within the shadows for some time now, the thick, sharp scent of blood tickling her sensitive nose. She had been intrigued by the smell but it did not take long for her to realize that the scent was canine--in fact, wolf. It had forced her hackles to raise but upon seeing the scene, she had felt a disgust growing within her gut for the creature guilty of such a mess. Not at the sight itself, buy by the action. The behavior. She felt no fear for this beast. This lowly beast that was incapable of anything except the harm of smaller creatures incapable of defending themselves. When she killed--she made it quick. Clean. Death was not glorious, but sometimes it had to be done. But when it such a deed was called upon, it should be done quickly, surely. But this yellow bellied coward took his sick, twisted, glee in devouring his victims--which by the looks of it, had been a Red Wolf. A small breed of wolf. Unfortunate for he was picking on smaller creatures. He was nothing special himself. Skinny. Disgusting. Unkept. Just the type of lowlife to live such a life.

And to her happy surprise, wolf. The blood that pumped strongly through her veins urged her to attack. To slay the cursed creature just as she had sworn to do. Yet, she did not move. She did not twitch from her position within the shadows. Instead, she waited. Waited until the disgusting fleabag was finished and made to leave. Gracefully, she lifted her muscle wrapped body from the floor and stepping finally out into view, out into his path. This was going to be fun. There would be fight. There would be flight and there would be submission. And there is of course posture. Posture was seen everywhere from the wild--from the cocker spaniel right up tot he black bear and all points above and below all struck poses. How one poses, how one stands--how you present yourself makes all the difference when about to go into a fight. First one must assess the danger and then you pose. When she had first entered the territory her pose was all confidence and self assurance. Now, Cosette's pose was simple. She was a dog you simply did not want to fuck with.

Instead of speaking outright to the lean, unkept male, she gave him another, though this time the air about her dripped with obvious boredom, once over, her dark eyes showing little more then disinterest. Finally, twisting her head one way as if to ease the growing tension in her spine, (she had dozed off earlier that day in a crooked position and now she was paying the price) her jaws parted, long red tongue slipping out and licking the right side of her jaw before soft, flat words leaked forth. "Tsk tsk. You should consider taking on something more your size." Again, the tall mixed breed lapsed into silence, dark eyes trained squarely on those of the wolf before her. Intimidation had little affect on her--what did she have to be frightened of? Especially from something shorter then herself? Direct eye contact among the canine wolrd could be considered a challenge--she was also very sure it was the same with wolves--thats why she did it. No dog--no wolf, would force her to avert her gaze. And even if the rare occasion arose and she finally came face to face with her better, still there would be no aversion of her dark, penitrating gaze.

Again, her hollow voice broke through, dark eyes narrowing. "There are many problems with you, mutt. First of all, your work is sloppy. Not only that, but its clear that you are a bit of a coward. A red wolf? Honestly. They're hardly a challenge. True--they have a bit of a temper, but hardly a threat." She paused, lips twitching in what could have been considered the beginnings of a snarl or a smirk, before her face once again relaxed into a bored, expression. "I might suggest going after a fox next. They should be far easier. They're small and their bones thin. A good snap of the jaws can break their back. After all--that'd be perfect for you. You go after the weak things, it appears."

[{chay}.«]

“Well, well.”

The words were spoken with a tone of lucid despise as the Weimaraner slipped with a liquid grace from the shadow-kept horizon, her perfectly silver body appearing as a phantom would at the side of the tawny deer that was Cosette. “What do we have here?” The question, of course, was not directed towards the scraggly male, but instead to the towering mutt. Her hind limbs shifted, the sinews of her powerfully-built frame churning beneath her sleek pelt as she did so and catching the moonlight at such an angle that she fairly shimmered beneath its soft glow. While it did little but enhance the natural curvatures of her body, it slanted against the gradients in her features, giving her a sharp, wolfish beauteousness to add to her elegance. Her amber gaze was cast with an air of contempt towards the male; they lingered and her scowl only increased. “Do I spy a wolf?” she growled thickly. “Or...” Catching site of the obvious organ clutched like a treasure within his jowls, as well as the bloody scene just a few lengths from them, her pale eyes narrowed, glittering dangerously. “Is it a vulture? Either way, I must say that this could quite possibly be the most pathetic scene I've seen in a while.” A pain throbbed through her head as the tang of raw blood stung her nares, and she shook it rather violently, a snarl forming across her lips and her gaze darkening into a glare.

Snaking forward, lean legs carried her towards the beast with wondrous ease, each step clicking as her claws touched pavement. She had no fear of this brute, who seemed so proud over so weak an act. “I do hope that you understand how very stupid you must be to kill your own brethren so close to a marked territory line. But, then again...” She spoke these words with a sigh, twisting around him. “...You are merely wolf. I suppose we can't expect you to understand what self-control is. Though you do seem to have grasped the concept of cowardice; you have magnificently displayed your mastery of this aspect.” Proffering little more than a disdainful laugh, she padded away, making it quite clear to the male that neither female saw him as any sort of a threat- he was merely one more pup, posing as a brute and attempting to lure an intimidating reputation by slaughtering his own species. He wanted to poach wolves? Fine. Let the dogs rule the streets as well as the backcountry. But she'd be damned if this pitiful excuse for a lupine left her presence under the impression that he was anything less than that- pitiful.

He happened to have caught Jacosta on a rather bad day. Although, it mattered little- even on a good day, her evident boredom was channeled through the emotional abuse of others. If he was here, at the damn Mafia territory lines, then he had better fucking be able to handle something as light as her words. If he couldn't, well...his ass had better get back to where he came from. She doubted that Roxbury would take kindly to intruders- especially this late. Especially this late, and with wolf blood spattering their ugly mugs. Glancing up at Cosette as she stalked back to the straw-colored giant- the creature was a damn deer, as far as this girl was concerned, or at least part- she gave a simple growl, her gaze not any kinder to the other female. She had a fucking headache. And while she was a bitch by nature, it would be more than unwise to fuck with her when there was a raging pain blocking her brain's receptors. It was excruciating, needless to say. Excruciating as fuck.

“So tell me,” she began again, by now back at Cosette's side and voice an irritable growl. “Would you consider yourself to be of a psychopathic nature? Because I do believe we have a cure for that around here somewhere. It's called yew. Perhaps you've heard of it? I promise, it'll solve all your problems.” [/blockquote]

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[Zendelrin]

<sup>Saliva fell around the organ and to the ground beneath his claws. His ears twitched upon hearing the sound of footsteps and he waited to see who was advancing on him. Dog, the smell was thick in the air. He was one of the larger species of wolves and regardless of his lack of meat around his ribs this didn’t mean he didn’t hold some well built muscle beneath his thick coat. He tilted his head to the side as the female spoke and he couldn’t quite help but laugh. The organ fell from his jaws and splattered on the ground. The thick blood oozed out from it as he placed a possessive paw over it. He licked his jaws and his deep yellow eyes glowed in the darkness. His hackles rose rather lazily on his shoulders and his tail became level with his body. “Well, judgmental are we? I wouldn’t be so naïve if I were you.” He said in a rather bored voice.

Her little challenging behavior didn’t really faze him. If she wanted a fight then he would be more then welcome to grant her one but why beat around the push with petty little insults? Really, was the world damned for conversation rather than actions? Fucking dogs. He stretched out his broad backside and then turned his attention to contestant number two. Well, another bitch in a bitchy mood how cliché. As this one part of the pack’s lands he was trespassing on? She smelt as if she belonged here. Again another dog. Were wolves really that scares around here? He shook his head and turned his attention on the rather grumpy female who also was throwing insults. “Well, if venom is your cup of tea my dear, I’d be more then happy to fill it for you.”</sup>[/b] He said with a rather curious gesture. He bowed down just a touch in a mocking style and then chuckled at her next insult. Oh picking on his behavior now? How cute.

“I’d prefer to call myself an artist. Not really psychopathic. Maybe I’m a little morbid? Anyway, I don’t need a cure love but thanks for the offer. What is it you two gals want? To simply insult my behavior or do you have other intentions. I’d rather not be bored by conversation and if you gals want a turn in taking a piece of me then I’d be more then happy to oblige the desire. But lets make it fair and I’ll play with one at a time?” he said in a low voice. Danger seemed to envelope his body and the suggestion of battle made his insides dance for joy. Oh, he loved himself a good old fight. Against dogs no less. Eh, what could be more fun?

So the game would be proving his self worthy enough to join the pack. Blah blah blah. Yea, he heard that story before. Or was this other ideas that involved him? Well, he wanted the games to begin so he could continue on his hunting pattern. The red wolf had simply been an unlucky fellow but he did enjoy killing his fellow grey wolves. The challenge of battle, the enjoyment of torture, and the snuffing of their lives was music to his ears. Yes, he was sick In the head but he enjoyed being that way.

He wondered just which dog would react first. The Dane or the Weimaraner? His tail remained level with his body and submission wasn’t something he was willing to express. No, he didn’t feel he was higher ranking or better but he wasn’t a fucking push over either. He would maintain a neutral stance for now, until his body language was required to change upon a possible battle. Then he would show just how dominate he could be. However, he didn’t underestimate the females before him. No, each one had potential to knock his ass down but he wasn’t an easy wolf to break. He would study their behavior closely and the way their bodies moved. This way he could find a vulnerable weakness. Regardless of the Danes height she had long lean legs. This could be very nasty if she was to kick him but could also be her weak point. If he possibly broke one of those legs just enough to hurt her then that could be all he needed. Though he wasn’t sure he wanted to ruin all the fun too early. He enjoyed a little pain and flesh pulling every now and again. [/sup][/color]

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ooc;; sorry this took so long! i was gone for longer than expected D8
&& about the apartments: Fame is a negative nelly. I know they're not that bad.
&& I supposed they're in a room. sorry if they're not.



Damn cities. How was anyone supposed to find anything in these blasted things?

The wolf himself was quite fatigued at this point, but there was nothing he could do. He wanted to join a pack, there was a pack here, and he was going to be accepted into it. Part of his mind wanted to scoff: ‘suck it up, bitch’, but his other, whining area wanted to stop and relax. In the end, the latter took over and Fame made his way into what appeared to be abandoned apartment buildings. Emphasis on ‘abandoned’.

Hearing other dog’s voices as he slowly made his way into the building was certainly the last thing Fame expected. In any pack, he had always thought that the members would hang out in some sort of glorified area, filled with food and such: not just hanging around in an old abandoned heap. He supposed it was somewhat nicer than the rest of the city, but still. There was, like, nothing here.

Fame started approaching the room he hear voices in with caution. At first, he was overcome with the stink of fresh blood; next with that of the three beasts in the room before him. Just listening to conversation he could tell that the two females were obviously pack members: wolf-hating pack members, to be exact. The last seemed to be some sort of sloppy, scraggly male, ticking the two of the opposite gender off by his general characteristics. Another smarter, more adept wolf would have certainly called it a night, but this was not Fame. Fame was stupid.

[/font]“Not liking us of the scruffy nature, are we, ladies?” [/b][/color][/font]His voice was thick and alluring, slightly stuffed-sounding from his plugging his nose. Blood was a disgusting smell; the sight of it, as Fame had opened the door, along with that of organs, made his stomach turn. The two females seemed to have had the other male in some sort of fight-ready stance; Fame quickly hoped he hadn’t really interrupted anything. It was too late now, anyways: hell, he might even get some food out of this. Some clean, well-butchered food that is. If the alpha came, anyways.[/blockquote][/size]

[{chay}.«]

*consider Jacosta and Cosette pulled. Poser, Dark, feel free to keep RP'ing.

This does not mean in your thread that you get to act like they slunk away, or any of that bullshit. Your excuse for them leaving should be something along the lines that they were called away by Rox, or something of that sort.

[Zendelrin]

The delight of a possible battled had been shattered by duty. He frowned as the females made their way off, ensuring to give him an unforgiving look. So, perhaps they would spar in a later date? He shook his head and sighed, his toy had slipped from his jaws as the idea of fighting came into play. So he decided to pick up back up again.

His thin tail flicked behind his large rump. His rectangular ears twitched as he looked towards the new male wolf and smiled. The little kidney still dripped from the fresh fluids. He dropped it by his right paw and pushed over it protectively. “Well what do we have here? Another wolf hmm? It is nice to see a familiar face around these parts. Considering most of the filth that wander these streets are those mutts.”

[/b]He spat, not in the new males direction but down in suggestion of his disgust for dogs. Vile creatures they were.

His yellow eyes flickered over the male’s body. He was sizing him up for potential battle. But his aggressive nature was subdued by a full belly and a content feeling that the bitches were gone. They had run after their masters calls. At least their master was a wolf, or so he head heard anyway. ”Drawn by the smell?”[/b] he asked. His yellow gaze shifted towards the mangled red wolfs corps. Its organs were split over the floor of the abandoned room. It had been a good place for him to feed.
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ooc: sorry it's small. having a rough couple of days. [/sup]

[»linger.]

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R O X B U R Y

respect comes from admiration and fear,
i got an arsenal, an infantry, i'm built for this mentally,
that's why i'm the general, i do what they pretend to do,
front on me now, i'll be the end of you. [/center][/color]

The night was chilly, and wet, as always. It had rained a couple of hours earlier, and the blacktop was still damp and warm from the rain, but the air had turned frigid. Just at this moment, a large hybrid male was making his rounds, making sure his territory was at peace, on the inside anywho. Any trespassers he came upon would be dealt with, and not in the kindest of manners. His name was Roxbury, and as he gazed around his kingdom with purpose his dark ocean-like eyes sparkled with a fierceness, one that was not common in these parts.

Perking his ears, Roxbury made his large stature come to a stop, in favor of something a little more worthwhile. It seemed from the muffled shufflings coming down the way, that someone was here, and judging scent-wise, he didn't know them. Perfect ingrediants for disorder. Roxbury started moving again, each step placed with a sick purpose, headed in the abandoned apartments direction. His heavy paws slapped against the blacktop as he moved, eyes now glittering with a cool, collected excitment.

A few moments later, and he was at the entrance of the stone apartments, vines and other vegetation hanging from the window sills and whatever else they could grip onto. The plants were green, so the contrast was great, and it spoke volumes. The Alpha male skipped up the steps with no hesitation, and entered through the open door. The stench of decomp, blood, and death hit him like a wall, a wall that he passed through without a flinch. Stepping down the hall, he moved his head left and right, pausing at each door and inhaling greatly, slowly getting closer to the room in which the bloodbath had taken place in.

Already he was angered, something was killed on his territory, without his consent, by someone who was not in the Mafia. This ruffled him greatly, it set his teeth grinding, it raised his hackles, it let a low powerful growl pull deep from his throat forward. He came to a stop, growl raising a few thunderous tones louder. It was the last door on the right, and it reeked like wolf, one dead, one alive, and another bystander. None of which he knew or had met of course.

Roxbury stepped into the room, and let his eyes, full of cool anger settle on the perpertrator. it was a older grey wolf, smaller then him, standing over a mangled corpse of a red wolf. At this sight Rox snorted, loud and clear of his intentions. " What in the fuck is a rat and his accomplice doing on the Mafia's territory? I sure as hell didn't invite a lapdog such as yourself here. " He said, spitting the words out as if he was talking to the dirt he walked upon.