Natural Born Killer.

[Forsaken Demon]

Darkness had finally engulfed the territories, and it was only a matter of hours before the sun would peek over the horizon to paint the heavens with bright pinks, yellows, and orange colors all blending in with each other much like spilled paint. The tiny pup crept into the junkyard with his skull and tassel held high, somesay this place would be his. Raziel twisted between the broken down cars and bounded over the stray scraps of metal that threatened to cut his purple paws. Odd trinkets, car parts, and most of the scrap metal were in large piles, to a pup they looked like gigantic mountains. As the undead pup made his way across the old junkyard, his dull white optics flickered here and there in search of his mother, Wicked. He could feel the maggots crawling through the rotting flesh that plagued his right hind leg, and on his left side there was a deep hole(his ribs clearly visable) that continuously oozed green much like an infection, yet he was use to it so it didn't bother him. Raziel plopped down onto the bed of a broken down El Comieno with a irritated growl and rested his skull upon his forepaws, still wondering where his mother was. Dull white optics slowly closed, yet his purple auds remained alert and waiting to hear paws beating the earth. Surely she would show soon, preferably with no one. Raziel wouldn't mind living here alone with his mother, but then what kind of pack would this be without others? Pretty much nothing, you can't have a real pack with only two wolves.

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ii. AS MY paws brushed past the broken fence, tattered and rusting, I got the usual familiar feeling that was welcomed with little resistance. Dark and thin was the smile that crawled onto my maw, wraping around my jowls like a scar. I could smell my adopted son, Raziel, and faintly that other wolfess who I hadn't much spoken to. My grey occuli twisted to the heaping pile infront of my face, and I twisted with the grace of a snake through a broken window. This was my packlands and I knew it like I knew the walls of my own, twisted mind. Time hardened pads crunched over the broken shards of plastic and glass with little thought to either stealth nor gentleness. It had been quite a while since they had been peirced, but I could say much less for a few of the others who had entered my lands and left bleeding.

ii. IGNORING MY usual turn to the peace covered hippy wannabe van that I called my own home, I leapt over a small abandoned pile of rusting metals and landed with little more then a thud in what appeared to be a large opening. This was one spot where only the real members ever found, for I had avoided turning right and into the area I doomed as my 'welcome' space. So far in this pack we had one other member apart from Raziel and I, and he had no say just yet in what rankings this wolf got. I did like to inform him of choices, and show him how to make them though. The brujo might one day take my pack or anothers, and I wanted to train him to be quick witted and skillful. With another higher then average leap, I landed on the balls of my pads and rolled them forwards, casually walking towards the car I knew the pup would be in.

ii. WHEN I peered through the window, my claws slid down the metal roof and sounded off a high pitched metallic scream that I honestly hated. Atleast it would most likely gain his attention. I made sure my lyrics came out lecturing, like an older teacher would use to address a class. Pup! Mag-whatever her name was.. Well you know, that new wolfess. Magenta.. She is to stay our Subordinate for now. I do not wish to promote those who are new; do you understand this factor? There was a slight comical arch to my invisible canine eyebrows, but my mask otherwise remained free from any emotions. It did take a bit to hold back my grin, though, as I pressed the rest of my bodice down against the roof to press my head further through the window. Whoever thought I was a heartless, uncaring bitch wasn't wrong, but they weren't totally right either.

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[Forsaken Demon]

His mother had gone unnoticed, as his corrupted mind tore him from reality and tossing him into a morbid thoughts. He invisoned himself when he was older, he stood in the middle of a clearing, a terrain he could not reconize at this moment in time. More of his bones were visable, some bloody flesh dangled from them. Dull white optics remained emotionless, much like now. A twisted smirk played upon his crimson stained maw, around him lie many wolves, all motionless and torn to shreds. He continued his morbid thoughts, and they continued to drag him into darker scenes. Yet his thoughts were soon interrupted by claws scrapping against the car he lay within, tiny skull whiped back and a angry grumble echoed within his chest. Yet it was quick to fade at the sight of his mother, and replaced with a evil smirk."Hey mother."His voice already held a tint of evil to it, he was well advanced in the evil ways for such an age. Then again, look who his mother was. Purple auds flickered slightly, taking in her lecturing lyrics. He nodded swiftly, but offered no response. He had completely forgotten about Magenta, then again how often did she show herself around here? Not too often. Dull white optics lingered on his mother as he lifted himself to his paws and crawled out the car's window, he landed on the earth with a quiet thud. He turned and gazed up at Wicked, the evil smirk still lingering on his maw. He shook his pelt as one of the maggots that crawled in his rotting flesh manage to tickle him, sending the maggot flying onto his mother's pelt. He snorted, and reclined upon his scrawny haunches. One maggot gone, but he knew how quickly maggots multiplied and he knew damn well that they would be there his entire life.

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ii. WITH LITTLE of a struggle did I follow the pup to the ground, my own leap graceful and short. My landing wasn't perfect but I covered the small stumble with a fluent side-step, arching invisible canine eyebrows as if challenging anyone who might have been unfortunate enough to spot the mistake. My banner wagged once more in a loose circle before swinging around to slap limply against my hind quaters. There was no smile in my eyes as it tugged at my lips, reaching no further then physical appearance; there wasn't really anything to feel happy about, but I could still manage to not look like a stone cold bitch. Not that it bothered me in the slightest. Of course when you are called mother, well it does make you lighten some. Pale occuli shifted over the undead pup, taking in his rotting figure with the emotionless smile that looked even somewhat like a grimace or smirk.

ii. AS THE pup shook himself down, I watched in time to see a maggot flick at my pelt, landing comfortably amongst my onyx hide. With a small, subtle yet quick movement I snapped my jaws around it and bit down, ripping it away. Spitting the bug to the ground I pushed my paw down on top of it before letting some of the hair I had ripped fall absently from my half open jaws. Raziel was growing quick, and I'd give him this much; This pup was the first one I could say I was really proud of. It was enjoyable to listen to his little twisted thoughts when things got dull or boring. Yes yes. You look well your majesty. Haven't happened to actually see this wolfess anywhere have you? We really need to get things together. I rolled my eyes away, causing the shadows to shift almost nervously. Many thought it was a mere illusion, but I knew better then that. Looking back to Raziel, I took a few steps closer and grinned for no real reason, wondering over what we could do today. Lessons were never boring if you let me teach you.

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[Forsaken Demon]

A sly smirk sld upon his maw as he watched his mother rip the maggot out of her fur, taking a few hairs with her and spitting the bug onto the ground and crushing it. Auds flickered slightly as she spoke of the she-wolf who he now knew as Magenta, he shook his skull deciding not to respond in words. Dull white optics flickered to the shadows as he watched him move nervously, he grinned a devilish grin and decided to play around with his powers. Suddenly his pelt became covered in razor sharp black spikes, and his paws became engulfed in black flames. Deep within his dull white eyes a black flame raged, and the couch that lie infront of the two wolves burst into flames. Tassel flicked slightly, and his facial features seemed to light up with a darkened delight."I'm sure we will see her later, if not we can call her out. Now tell me mother, what shall we do today?"he questioned, the spikes that surrounded his form slid back into his skin and left no trace that they were even there. Yet his purple paws remained engulfed in black flames, and the black flame remained dancing in his dull white optics. Purple optics flickered slightly as he awaited a response from his mother, purple paws carrying him across the terrian at a slow pace along side Wicked.

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ii. THERE WAS little doubt that as we started to walk, Raziel had decided to show off. As soon as his eyes rippled a pale colour I drew into a slow, feline like stop. My skull tilted aside and I simply, wordlessly observed as he then grew numerous spikes along his bodice. It was amazing to watch if you hadn't seen this type of thing before, but I must admit I had seen it quite often; saying that, it didn't bore me. I liked measuring his powers, watching them thrive and grow. As he set the couch alight I stepped forth, drawn to the flickering flames like an insect would be to the glow. Though hot like any other, they were much more impure.. Unnatural. It drew a slash-like grin across my maw once again, and as his show finished I couldn't help but give one small nod of acceptance that he was, quite obviously, growing to fit his powers well. They never grew to fit you.

ii. WITH A small sigh I turned now, continuing at my slow pace. Shoulders crossed like a hunter stalking prey, slowly and gracefully. As if only now hearing the words that had left the pup's mouth I supressed a slightly subtle shrug, my skull lowering slightly as if it were to be given as an answer. I didn't really care about the wolfess just now -- in fact, unless she decided to show around the pack and make herself useful alls I could do was keep her in the ranks below the ranks that mattered. Honestly, I do not know. And unless you have any suggestions, it will grow boring quickly. My lyrics came out matter of factly, and that made me drop my height slightly. It was true, what could we do around here? Then again if he thought of it, this could be a test. I held back the urge to shrug, instead drawing to another stop infront of him to stop our walk. My now solid black gaze shifted down to him, as if waiting, a small smile tugging at my maw.

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[Magenta]

[hey, bringing Magenta in.]



The sun was about to break through the darkness of the night that seemed to be a type of heaven to some when a dark figure walked through the junk of this scrap yard. Her purple fur shining as the last rays of the moon seemed to fight back to gaze upon the earth for just a bit longer, just to witness one more calamity with these wolves who it seemed to rule over. Magenta walked with her head lowered and her mane falling over her eyes, oh how she despised dawn, it was both the worst part of the day, and the name of that infernal sister of her.
As she strode she heard two voices, one belonging to that annoying pup she met earlier, the one that forced her to come here in the first place, stupid alpha heir. Then there was another voice, one that actually made her fur stand on end, one she knew she should respect.
She saw the two talking and interacting, so she sat to watch from a distance, just until she wouldn't be interrupting, hopefully she'd be lucky and they'd notice her so she could just talk and leave to do her own thing once more, like earlier she felt that she didn't really feel connected to this pack, after all she wasn't born here, why feel inclined to listen to the alpha, other then in fear.
Her tail wagged uneasily behind her as she watched, her eyes constantly shifting from one wolf to another. Her ears flattened as the pup showed off his powers, so he could turn into a flaming porcupine, that's 'sooo' impressive. She could suck his body dry in less then three heartbeats, now that was impressive, and why was Wicked just watching, why not she the infidel what real power was? That's what she would have done, taught the pup a leason about wasting power and energy like that.

[Forsaken Demon]

Raziel flashed his mother a devilish grin as she displayed her own twisted grim, but the two grins did not last long and nor did staying in one spot. Raziel padded along side his mother, glancing over to her he mocked her posture. Standing tall, and attempted to display an Alphen dominance one would show when someone was at the borders. Skull held high, and tassel curled up asnd touching his spine. As she spoke her words, his features relaxed and his tassel swayed slowly as he padded along. As she spoke, his corrupted mind wandered to violence. But who to target? Who to show, that him and his mother were not ones to mess with. Jowls parted and he was just about to speak, when Magenta's sent hit him like a brick and it was growing stronger by the seconds. It wasn't much longer before she came into view, she sat at a slight distance from the two and Raziel waited for his mother's lyrics. A evil smirk slid upon his maw, he never really liked Magenta but here, before his mother, he would tolerate her. For now anyways...