Taste Of Medicine

[Nuclear]

For this thread we will need:

A random member from Elysian
A random member from Metnal

Erida
Typhoon
Toriety
Crow
Scáth

And of course anyone else who wants to join in on this site wide plot. ;D

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] He stood on the edge of Metnal pack territory and The Forest Of Spirits, trying to work up the courage to step over the boundary. Nuclears eyes peered out over the ridge, expecting to see some sign of the evil that claimed those lands, but he was fruitless. It looked just the same as any other land. Welcoming. Especially so with the the warm breezes from the ocean ahead blowing in his face, asking him to come closer to enjoy it. He had it down to a science when he left. He had planned on fearlessly approaching the lands, approaching the pack members, attacking Erida. The outcome of it all was still lost in his imagination. He knew deep in his gut that this was going to be the end of him. Metnal would not sit by casually and allow for an outsider to approach and attack them. But if he could just get to Erida, just sink his teeth into her skin, just enough to show her that, no, we were not going to just sit idly by and allow her to get away with what she did. Warm feelings filled his heart as he thought for a moment of tasting her blood just as her minions had tasted his humans blood. Revenge welled inside him. He had came to the conclusion that they only way he was ever going to be happy again was if he inflicted enough pain on them. Enough to give them a taste of what he has been through. The more he thought of it, the more his courage returned. Although he was scared shitless of death, he was willing to risk it. Nuke put one foot forward as his pupils narrowed on the ground before him, brows furrowing with the small growl that rumbled around in his chest. The anger in his face quickly disappeared as he was stopped in his tracks. If his face could turn white, it would have done so this very moment. Nuke stood still as a large black serpent crossed his path. His eyes following it until it disappeared into the foliage to his right. Nuke regularly took the natural world around him to heart. A breeze pushing into his back meant that he was meant to go forward with his plans. But a snake, a black one at that, was a sure sign to him that he needed to turn on his paws and run in the opposite direction. Of course, he couldn't force himself to do that. He just lowered himself to his haunches slowly, his face looking as if he had just seen a ghost. All his plans seemed to be crumbling around him, and he wasn't sure what to do next.

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] So...I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted this post....she followed Nuke summed up...d'oh ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 339 Whispers • ...

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[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Everything seemed so still now. The birds were silent and the wind barely rustled the leaves surrounding him. Brown eyes continued to stare out over the ridge ahead of him, but his mind was completely blank. The idea that this wasn't the time for what he wanted, that he would have to wait even longer, live with the pain one more day had shocked him enough for nothing to flow through his head. With everything being so quiet around him, the sound of footfalls behind him sounded much louder than they should have. It was enough to bring him out of his state of mind. Mentally, he shook his head of all the thoughts that coursed through it when the crunch of foliage reached his lobes. One triangular standing ear shifted towards the sound, his skull only moving mere centimeters, enough for his eyes to strain to see in the general direction of the upcoming intruder. His first thought, the very first word that shot though his mind was Metnal. A new plan formed so quickly in his mind that his actions followed along with it before he could react with any surprise of being caught. What if he pretended to be interested in joining the pack? Surely that would get him close enough to the leader, even if he was still untrustworthy. But everything seemed to melt away, the excitement, when the scent of this follower waved in front of his nostrils. The muscles under his skin relaxed as his entire posture seemed to slump over. Elysian. The scent was a mixture of all the scents he had come across in his short time within that pack. Being followed, having company during this time wasn't something he really wanted. He didn't want to bring anyone else into this. What if something happened to them? It would be one more thing, one more reason for his growing hatred for Metnal to excel. Nuke casually turned his head back towards his new company, his eye scanning the terrain. Then, just as casually, called out to the female. "I hope you know what you're doing out here. Because I've nearly forgotten myself."

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] The silence that now engulfed the pack mates was almost unbearable, the muscles under her hide tensed forcing each individual hair follicle to vibrate pushing her pelt into a bristle. The thick, red hued coat mimicked something similar to a scouring pad used to scrub stubborn food bits from a human's pots and pans. Her broad skull lowered to shoulder level, her gaze nervously skipping from one side to the other waiting for the attack of some predator, some vicious beast that haunts a child's nightmares. The beasts that haunted hers. Yet it seemed that it was just her and this other Elysian mate that she had yet to formally meet. Could her senses be off? Was somebody lurking in the shadows watching the pair? As her mind fumbled over itself with the possibilities she had nearly forgotten the one she was approaching. His words, though quiet and as friendly as one could sound in such a situation seemed to be blown directly into her ear canals via a fog horn. The forward momentum was halted sending all four paws skyward in shock. As she landed with a loud crunch of forest debris, her frame automatically slunk into a pathetic, cowardly position. Cowardly....the exact adjective to explain why she spent two years in hiding. She finally dares mingle with others and goes to this extreme? To play upon the devil's border that she mainly hid from since the death of her human family, and her parents? Her heaving sides began to calm, the loud swooshing of air that traveled through her nares in a naturally panicked fashion slowed becoming more steady as she gained control of her body once more. Wide, rounded orbs locked upon the mixed breed before her, the moist muscle within her maw dabbing the side of her snout in an attempt to rid herself of the dry feeling within her mouth and throat and perhaps allow words to escape correctly. Her skull shook slightly side to side as a visual answer to his question before the words flowed from her maw, "N...n...no, I don't have any plan. I don't even know for sure why I'm here." She slowly pulled her frame beside his and lowered to her haunches mimicking his posture before continuing, "Why did you come here? I thought maybe you were coming to help my brother. Do you know if he's here?" Her crown tilted slightly as a hopeful gaze fell upon the shepherd mixes' features. Surely he wouldn't know where Tobi was, nobody seemed to know where he had been. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 448 Whispers • ...

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[crow]

[bg=00999][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i662.photobucket.com/albums/uu343/ambergreen129/Forum%20Stuff/Coyote6RC-1.jpg] Paws as white as the snow padded on the soft grass that soothed her so. The coyote was large, quite lean, even though she was quite young. Her muscles were tense, and a jolt of regret shook her as Crow neared the border that split Elysain and Metnal territories, the only thought was coursing through her mind, Kill Erida. Kill Erida..Well at least mortally wound her.... She'd come to get revenge, though she doubt she would actually exceed the treacherous quest. Then something startled her, with the ever so annoying 'Squawk! Squawk!' as the body quickly pivoted around. It was a crow. The coyote wondered if it meant something, if it did, she never knew what it meant. She went on as the crow flapped away, with that annoying 'Squak!' again. As Crow neared The Forest of Spirits, an eerie, ominous atmosphere surrounded area. The silence had even helped the musty smell of fear the embedded her mind. Then something came, a smell, the sweet smell of Elysain Pack Members! A calm kind of excitement gave the coyote new hope; maybe she would kill Erida! Kill, Kill Erida with the help of her fellow pack members, even though she wouldn't know who they were. Any Elysain member willing to cross Metnal borders would be tough! Unlike her brother, Jayfeather, she went with no fear. He was left back in the 'ol Elysain territory of course. After several minutes that passed by quickly, distant voices were heard from afar, and it sounded like they would send her home if they 'd find her... No way am I going to go home! Crow wasn't going to miss this exciting event. Even though the hostile, musky smell of the Metnal Pack filled her lungs, and the fear of dying filled her thought, Crow would still go on, only at a quicker pace, anxious to see who would be going with her. Word Count::322 Muse::Good Enough Charrie::Crow

[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] He didn't move a muscle and his breath seemed to stay in the depths of his lungs for what seemed like ages. He wasn't sure what to say or do next. Should he tell the Fae of his intentions? Or should he curse her away and leave him be? Boiling over it alone until he could decide to go with what his gut instincts were telling him, or go with what the serpent told him to avoid. After the point when the silence was noticed and still moments after it was beginning to become uncomfortable, Nuke decided. If she was going to be risking her life by following him, it was best that she knew what she was getting herself into. And Nuke couldn't bring himself to send away any possible help to this task. Sucking up the drowning feeling of failure, he ignored the world around him and went with pure gut instinct. 'Just this once...', he thought to himself as he peered up at the warm blue sky. Letting out a heavy sigh, he slung his head in her direction, the front half of his body following, scooting his rear along the ground. "Well, no, not exactly. My plan is to go that way..." Nuke jerked his head towards the ridge, towards Metnal territory. "...Metnal. My plan is to go in there and quite possibly do the stupidest thing any canine would ever dare to do." A wide, laughing smile spread across his maw as he angled his head down slightly and peered up in Torietys eyes. "And the fact that I know this is insanity can't really make me insane, right? Plus, you never know. Your brother might have had the same idea. Dogs just don't go missing without reason." The smile stayed spread across his face as he thought about what he was doing. Telling someone else of this plan meant he couldn't back out now. It was set in stone, it was done. One upright triangular ear swiveled back towards the forest behind him. He could have sworn, just for a moment, that someone was watching them.

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] The silence was more painful to her radars then the screaming of a young human child. Her gaze stayed fixated upon the male before her, a large broad skull tilted curiously to the side. Toriety was lucky there was no danger sneaking upon her as every sense was locked upon the shepherd mix awaiting his reply. What drove the pair of them here today? Was it some kind of calling? Were they suppose to take on some unthinkable task? The questions in her mind were confirmed as he began explaining his reasoning for coming to these god forsaken borders. As his assumption about her beloved brother trailed through the atmosphere it was her turn for quiet thought. The only problem was her brain was not functioning properly. After a long, deafening pause a soft voice fluttered from between her fangs in a whisper, "they are not nearby...perhaps their numbers are not as great as they would like us to all believe." Though her mouth moved and sound was ejected her gaze was far away, seemingly staring through Nuclear into the vastness behind him. Images of the rest of her family began to haunt her once more. The images that kept her locked away for so long. The only change now was her brother....the brother she had found alive was now laying beside them in a pool of blood. Those wicked fiends standing over them, fangs glistening in demonic grins. Her trance slowly began to break, the Akita's attentions slowly sweeping toward their goal. Pupils expanded and contracted as they adjusted to the scenery, on the seemingly endless flora that adorned the deceiving lands before them. "Where are they hiding. Can it really be this easy?" Then she heard the light paw falls in the tall greenery behind the pair of pack mates. Rounded triangles twisted backward to focus on who was attempting to sneak up on them so clumsily it seemed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 339 Whispers • ...

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[crow]

Crow pranced along the Metnal territory, tense, but strong. She could her those familiar voices, yet the coyote couldn't tell whose they were...yet. She smiled, and kept the smile on her maw for a long time, until she could actually see them. Them as in Nuclear and Toriety. Why in the world would they be here? A Subordinate and a Den Mother. Why was she here? Herself? Crow was a Warrior's apprentice, so what? Oh well, their was no going back , the coyote trekked on.

Finally being close enough to see them clearly, she ran. Not too slow, but very fast. So fast that she stumbled, and ended up rolling down a dip. Flip flop, down a small hill, that's how she went. Ultimatley slamming into Nuclear, who was bigger than her,

"Heya Nuclear and Toriety! What brings you here?"

Smirking, she stood up, brushing some of the dirt off of her pelt. She sat down, tensing ever so. Metnal could be watching them anytime, and if they weren't, they would sure be soon. Oh the terror! A Den Mother, Subordinate, and a Warrior's Apprentice, in an opposing Pack's territory. One that was bigger, and blood-thirsty. What could go wrong? Lots. A lot of things would go wrong, she knew, and they knew it.

Frowning immediately, her scent was soon turning into fear, but Crow still kept her hopes up. They would be dying at her paws, but then, some of them would be crashing into her paws. The thought of it was frightening, she tried to keep the thought out of her head, but stuck in it for probably a long time. The coyote waited for the scolding she'd get when they would reply, after all, why would their be a Warrior's Apprentice rummaging around Metnal Territory in the first place?

[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] For a long moment, Nuke focused on the territory before him. Taking the air into his lungs deeply and slowly, breaking down the scents it held within while his dark brown eyes scanned the horizon without blinking. Before, Nuclear hadn't thought of how easy or hard the task would be. All he thought of was that it needed to be done, of tasting the queens blood on his tongue. Now, though, the Akita had him considering other aspects of this trek. Could it really be this easy? Could they really just waltz into Metnal territory undetected, without question? What if they were found? Could the Shepard mutt and his comrade manipulate the manipulators mind well enough to bring them close to the vile creatures lairs? Thousands of questions flowed through his head more rapidly than he could really keep up with them. All of this prevented him from hearing the footfalls nearing his side. By the time his attention focused on the world around him, he barely had a moment to turn his head. What he saw shocked him, but what he felt knocked the wind right out of his lungs. Toppling to the ground, he automatically assumed that his attacker was Metnal, and reacted justly. Nuke quickly flipped onto his feet, a deep ferocious growl rumbled through his chest, teeth bared. The Coyote in front of him was lucky enough to have said his name before the mutt lunged at his throat. With hair still standing on end, and the facial expression of a murderer he barked loudly, "Shit man!"

[/b] A sharp intake of breath was the only way Nuke knew how to calm himself. The hair on his shoulders relaxed only slightly but his face returned to normal, shaking his head. "You almost got yourself killed there. Sneaking up on someone, especially here is..." His eyes flicked up to the Coyotes, then a small chuckle shook his shoulders. There was no need to speak any more on the subject, and no need to make the canine feel bad over her actions.

The hair on his back was now at a more normal position. If nothing else, the Coyotes action had knocked Nukes mind back to reality. Nothing came from the dogs mouth as he decided. "Nothing is ever easy, Tor. But that doesn't mean it's not worth it. Shall we?" With that, Nuke threw a smirk at the two companions before making his way out of the safety of the trees and straight into Metnal territory, head held high.

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[Scáth]

[bg=303030][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] 'Show me how to lie You’re getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that’s hard to teach...' Scáth was alone. This was unsurprising, as the sinister Dutch Shepherd had spent most of his life in solitude and, even as a Metnal pack member, could be expected to remain living so. Although he interacted with other canines on an almost-daily basis, the black-brindle didn't exactly live with any of them. Indeed, so strongly was he disliked and distrusted - and even feared - by his own 'packmates' that Scáth was rarely ever approached, let alone conversed with. Erida was really the only canine who could meet his dark burgundy gaze without unease. But since the Metnal alphess was, assumedly, 'busy' with the naive fool of a mutt that he was supposed to be trailing, Scáth was alone, yet again. A flicker of something - irritance? Jealousy? Sorrow? - rose and churned briefly in the dog's gut as he thought of the amorous pair, wrapped up in a combination of blind adoration and skillfull, lustful deceit. Some emotion he could not identify, for it was one of many he had repressed and rejected a long time ago, and was not interested in identifying now. Instead, he absently turned his mind to other things, and soon enough the unknown emotion died down into the deep chasm of nothingness that was the Dutch Shepherd's soul. What activities the Metnal leader was up to were none of his concern at the moment; because, apparently, there was a group of oh-so-much-more interesting canines awaiting his arrival. The current of the breeze blew in his direction, bringing an array of unfamiliar scents to his nostrils An Elysian brute had strayed onto Metnal territory, it seemed, and had brought two bitches with him. A nice little party; the black-brindle's lips abandoned their solemn, formal straightness and eagerly twisted into his usual crooked grin. Undeterred by the prospect of being outnumbered, three to one, Scáth limped forwards and halted upon cresting the ridge; the sun beat down on his black-brindle back, making him an unwelcome dark stain against the hazy brightness of the surrounding spine of earth that made up a large part of Metnal land. His burgundy orbs focused on the trio almost at once; the bitches' body language were both tense, the slight tang of fear coming off the smaller grey form, but the brute's body language was bolder, more openly challenging. A part of the Dutch Shepherd's mind wondered why on Earth his aggressive, battle-eager 'packmates' hadn't noticed the strangers and torn them to shreds yet. The trio were lucky to have set paws so far over the border without being found by other Metnal members - then again, perhaps not so lucky as they'd been found by Scáth, of all dogs. You suicidal mutts... I bet I know what you're here for. Still grinning, Scáth limped down the ridge to meet the three idiots, making no attempt to hide his approach. He had the advantage of height of ground, as well as knowledge of the surrounding territory; and besides, what Elysian would attack a harmless old cripple, hm? "So, what brings the three musketeers to visit Metnal's humble abode? Looking to kill the queen or something, hm?" Needless to say, Scáth was frightening up close. His black-brindle pelt was littered with scars, his crooked grin giving the impression of a sadistic, sociopathic mind. All in all, after one glance there could be no doubt in any dog's mind that the Dutch Shepherd was Metnal. He looked the part. He acted the part. No neutral loner would be so intimidating, no human-mourning mutt would be so frightening. Scath had acknowledged and accepted that fact without a fuss, and that was why he'd joined the 'dark' pack. 'There’s something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can’t get what you want Well it’s all because of me...'

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[Toriety]

[bg=b5ad8d][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true] It had seemed that the abuse of the vegetation lining the invisible border of Metnal lands reached her senses far too late. Before the fae was aware of what was happening a gray figure came hastily toward the pair of out of place canines. A surprising sound scorched the Akita's wind pipes, the most vicious snarl that she was ever able to muster attacked the distance between herself and the offensive bitch. So many years were spent in flight, in the fear of confrontation that the spitting noise, seemingly laced with venom, caused the body from which it was generated to step back away. With muscles still tensed under a thick pelt a small smile began to trace her tightened lips as the realization of the situation began to show itself. How insanely pathetic of the three of these canines to be spitting, growling, and falling on top of one another in such a place, in such a circumstance. This had to be suicide. Or perhaps the disgusting queen wished to have her own set of clowns to entertain her as she sat on her fat ass upon her thrown? Thick wrinkles formed, stitching a set of brows curiously together as amber hues danced over the coyote's frame. The normal question to ask would be what she was doing here. However, what was Toriety's place to ask such things? After all, she had come here as did Nuclear. How on earth were they going to manage this alive? Erect auds slowly lowered themselves back against her skull as self defeat became apparent in her mind. She would not survive this. However, it was far too late to back out now and she would try her hardest to get some form of revenge against the foul creatures that roamed here. It was perfect timing. At the instant she began to doubt her presence here she was egged forward by the shepherd mix. A simple drop and rise of her broad crown was offered in response to the male's words, the only auditory reply being the very first step forward. She would not encourage the coyote to follow, yet would not push her in the opposite direction. They could use the assistance surely, but was it right to allow her to risk her life? Her life...that's exactly what it was. Who was Toriety to attempt to control the young fae's actions? Only moments after her large paws managed to trudge over the terrain radars picked up a sound that forced her heart to pause and her stomach to twist in anticipation. Rounded optics searched ahead of the small group of Elysian members to find a terrifying creature slithering his way toward them. Toriety was no actress, though she would try like hell to play the part. If she were to die she would grasp firmly onto life for as long as possible. Long enough to accomplish their goals. The words reeked of demonic agendas as they sliced through the air toward the buff hued bitch and her pack mates, yet she fought the urge to hold her breath and turn away from such vileness. Dual pools flowed toward Nuclear wondering what exactly their excuse would be for entering the lands. Unconsciously the fae's weight shifted as a shield between the coyote and brindled demon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Word Count • 576 Whispers • ...

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[crow]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Narrowing her eyes at the Elysian member, she had only muttered, "I was stumbled, sheesh."With no guilt at all, the fae had no regrets, only maybe putting more lives in danger of her actions. The pelt with so much muscle had only tensed slightly and following Nuclear, she smirked a bit, not knowing only the slightest actions of her next move can result in a death. A Metnal mutt had come, only to be frightening as the next dog. The next dog would be a very frightful one indeed, this mutt had scars and bruises plastered across his abdomen and face. The Den Mother had barreled herself out of Crow's way, only to be slightly doubtful that they'd successfully attack those Metnal mutts. She quickly whispered a , "Thank-you" To the fae that had protectively made a shield between her and that cold-hearted mutt, not that she wasn't either, but he simply looked frightening to her. She felt helpless, like a corpse of her dead friend. Not so soon after that brute had come, she had been content, with a smirk on her face. But that had soon disspeared, for he had come. Her face had quickly turned into a face of concern and horror, full of tension. The air was thick, smelling of Metnal. A gut wrenching feeling came rolling into her stomach, one that felt like a great battle would turn her way today, and more importantly, Nuclear and Toriety. Another feeling had come right after that, one that made her sickening to the very moment of every second that was happening, one that told her someone would die today-or maybe more than one someone. No idea at who it was, she took a shot at that Metnal mutt. One against three, wasn't that a good chance of being a victory? The feeling came and went, soon the coyote went from disappointment, to anger, to regret. Now, it felt as if all of those feeling were mixed together to make that one gut-wrenching feeling of mostly anger and madness. The air was so thick, that she couldn't speak. She swallowed hard, the things that would go so fast that she would remember it so slowly, that things that she would tell in her tales when the coyote was as old as a dead tree log. The only thing Crow would know of? Nothing would ever be the same again. IC puppet::Crow Word Count::416 Voices be heard::...

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[Nuclear]

[bg=white][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] They walked in silence for what seemed like mere seconds before a shadowy figure made it's appearance near the top of the ridge. This somewhat made Nuclear feel more at ease. The unknown, not knowing who or what you were going to run into, was much more frightening. In nearly every other case, Nuke would approach with caution or wait for the canine to approach him first. Confrontation was not something this mutt was used to or enjoyed, but on this occasion, the need that pulled at his mind and body to create a spectacular show forced him to shift his path slightly, heading straight for the dark figure as it approached them as well. With his head held high and a curious look stretched across his face, he stopped. Quite a distance still from the cumbering canine. Nuclear watched him fill the rest of the distance, watched his limp. This was a good sign to Nuke, a weaker member of the pack had found them. This should be easier than he originally assumed. Or so he thought... The Metnal member finally came into view clearly, and Nuclears pupils expanded and contracted at the sight of him, followed by a quick swallow. These were the only signs he gave of shocking disgust, because, if truth be told, this is exactly how he imagined every member of the vile pack. One disgusting form after another. The brute wanted so much to look over to his comrades, to read their expressions, but taking his eyes off of the Shepard would show weakness, and that was one thing he wouldn't do now. Slowly, a smirk formed on the red coloured mutts face as he took in the words. The question was quite a sweet one, images of exactly what he assumed scrolled through his mind. Waiting a long moment before his reply, he simply stared at the grotesque figure before him directly in the eyes, ears completely erect, head held high and that stupidly charming smirk slapped across his maw. The only thing that pushed him forward was the flicker of memory of a time before Erida and her followers. A fading memory of his girl. "No. We have come to talk with the queen. Some of us aren't very happy with our current... situation. We would like to be inspected by her personally. She might be surprised by what we are capable of doing."

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Nothing on his face changed while he spoke, he had made sure of it. No emotion. No weakness. He had lived for this very moment over the past years and nothing would hold him back now, his entire existence shifted to be something of interest to the very thing he planned on killing. He hoped the two faes were not overreacting to the situation, and if they were, he hoped that his strength now would pull them closer to their goal.[/font][/center][/size]



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[maximus]

Though his trip had been long, he hadn't forgotten his ties. No; if anything, that was the last thing for him to forget. Ties opened lots of doors and though this whole pack mess didn't appeal to him enough to take a side, he was always ready for action. Hey, one thing that was scary about Maximus was that he lived in the moment, and that meant completely in the moment. Good for you if he's on your side, but if there is ever a moment where he doubts you more than he should, you should bare your teeth at him. That being said, he did have those whom he never broke ties with. Whether Erida was one of them or not couldn't be determined, but something caused the giant wolf to visit her territory that day. Perhaps it was to see her, or more likely to stir up trouble, for the domestics were short of memory lately, they tended to forget important things.

What would fate have him do, that he was sent on this particular day at this particular moment? What ever it was, he had no qualms with riding out with it, hence how he came upon the odd scene of Elysian pack members and one Metnal. Here they were bristling and raising hackles, none as big or burly as the free, wild brute that stalked his way. Just how aggressive was a house pet when taken off the brain-control and shoved in a primal world? If anything, he would experience first-hand and he hoped they wouldn't disappoint him.

"So, what brings the three musketeers to visit Metnal's humble abode? Looking to kill the queen or something, hm?"

"No. We have come to talk with the queen. Some of us aren't very happy with our current... situation. We would like to be inspected by her personally. She might be surprised by what we are capable of doing."

Maximus' ears twitched at the conversation as he drew closer. Pink crossed his face in the form of his tongue as he made out the mutts. Females too? yeah, lately he was sure that the world was overrunning with estrogen. It didn't matter to him, he didn't like to bitch with female dogs much less rape them. They were like fleas, only bigger and more snappy. He then noticed that one wasn't a dog. Coyote; but those were even worse than dogs. Call him an egotistical bastard if you want, but he wasn't alpha of his own pack for being a humble doormat.

"Well now," He growled as he approached them. "Do my eyes deceive me or are there four little lost souls on Erida's doorstep?" His ears were directed forward and his tail up and a dominant stance. "No pets allowed, sweethearts." He looked first at Nuclear, then the females, in which he gave a half-smirk, canine bared and grinning. He wasn't choosing a side in particular, he was just here to observe and instigate, though, he wasn't above bleeding a little.

[Scáth]

[bg=303030][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] 'Show me how to lie You’re getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that’s hard to teach...' Disgust. Horror, fear, hostility, disgust. Each intruder's face displayed the all-too familiar negative emotions upon seeing the Dutch Shepherd's tall, lean, scarred frame; emotions that he had long since accepted and no longer felt offence or discomfort upon having them sent his way. After all, they were sent his way on a daily basis. Sitting back casually on his haunches, Scáth cocked his head to one side in a twisted parody of curious friendliness. Of course, nothing about him was friendly; even if there had been, the mutts before him would never have believed it. His cheerful facade only posed to further unsettle the trio. It was amusing, really, how they had so boldly strayed onto Metnal turf looking for trouble; yet as soon as trouble found them in the shape of a 'crippled' Dutch Shepherd dog, they seemed to be doubting their previous intentions. At least, the bitches were. The Elysian brute seemed determined not to show weakness of any kind, which was mildly admirable, but Scáth could read him like a book. And what he 'read' on that self-confident, smirking mutts's face was very interesting indeed. "No. We have come to talk with the queen. Some of us aren't very happy with our current... situation. We would like to be inspected by her personally. She might be surprised by what we are capable of doing." Scath twitched an ear at the words, his crooked grin growing to show a fraction of his slightly-yellowed fangs. "Oh, really? Just looking for a chat, eh?" The Dutch Shepherd tilted his head downwards; his chest rumbled with deep, ominous chuckling that escaped between his frightening set of sharp teeth. "Heh heh-heh... I'm crazy, not stupid, kid." Scáth lifted his head, his chuckles finally dying down, fixing the mutt in his sinister burgundy gaze. "I know what you and your girlfriends are up to... But what should I care? I'm just a deranged old cripple, after all." The latter sentence had him cracking up again. His dark, wheezy cackles were possibly one of the most disturbing sounds to have ever reached his audience's ears, but thankfully it was cut short. The Dutch Shepherd abruptly ceased his laughter, turning his head at the scent of yet another new arrival. For the briefest of moments the black-brindle's face was serious, calculative; then the eerie crooked grin took over his muzzle once more, and his tail brushed the ground in sarcastic greeting to the familiar, burly frame approaching. "Well now, do my eyes deceive me or are there four little lost souls on Erida's doorstep?" Scáth didn't bother rising to his feet. He stayed sitting, even as the wolf's body language displayed dominance; the Dutch Shepherd had never been one to get involved in the tricky business of pack hierarchy. "No pets allowed, sweethearts." The black-brindle, unfazed as always by the latest turn of events, cheerfully called out to Maximus as he sized up the Elysians. "Long time no see, Maxie. I'm afraid our dear honourable leader is not currently available; please hang up and try again later." 'There’s something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can’t get what you want Well it’s all because of me...'

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