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TAKODA x KIT x ANDWAD THREAD (post #1) - // whatever (it) takes &
May 22, 2010

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A shadow of darkness had shrouded across the city of Cascaro, creating an eerie feel throughout the city. A full moon hung high in the inky sky, its luminous glow illuminating Damien’s cloak back on earth. A few scattered cumulus clouds floated next to the moon, reflecting its light in a haunting yet beautiful manner. He turned his amber pools up to the shinning orb, grinning from ear to ear at its presence. Humans who were superstitious always believed that strange things happened under the full moon, but he was smarter than to believe in old wise tales. His voids fell back to the streets of the city, carefully tracing every inch of the area presented before him in preparation for the night’s hunt. It had been hours since he last tasted blood on his tongue, a time period far too long for the shepherd hybrid to stand. Cethin members thrived on the thrill of the chase and the metallic aroma of blood oozing from their victim’s injuries. Their twisted ways were feared by most, though with reason. Their kind showed no mercy with their victims, refusing to allow them out of their grasp without first receiving life-threatening injuries. In most cases, a confrontation with a Cethin member meant death. But Damien was not a member of this pack, even if his mother was alpha. The life of a maverick was the only route for Damien to take.

Muscular limbs moved the shepherd cross forward, skin rippling each time a paw was placed upon the concrete. His liquid pools were narrowed ever so slightly, his dial lowered and shoulders raised as he cantered down the streets. Humans had gone to sleep hours before, leaving the town open for the dogs to enjoy. Damien’s toffee spheres darted from side to side, scanning every alleyway and building he passed for signs of life. Occasionally he would enter the gap between buildings to sniff out trashcans and old cardboard boxes to find a victim, and each time he would come out empty handed. His patience grew thin after what felt like hours of wandering the streets without even a taste of blood upon his kissers. Where was everyone hiding on this particular night? Was it the full moon which caused most to be extra causious as to where they were to sleep? The brute was on the verge of having a complete mental breakdown when he passed the homeland of one of the three packs in the city: the Old Mansion. He was well aware that the grounds were property of Hecate and that all others were not allowed within its boundaries, but he never allowed property claims to stop him from wandering where he wanted to explore. A crescent grin widened across his maw at his discovery. What better place to find a victim then its own pack’s homeland?

Without a word the shepherd hybrid found a hole beneath the bushes protecting the property from outsiders, and in the blink of an eye he lowered his torso to the ground and inched his way to the other side. As soon as his ebony mitts hit grass his amber-tainted orbs surveyed the yard in search of Hecate spies. When he was certain the coast was clear Damien allowed the rest of his body to retreat from the shrub with only a few scratches across his back from twigs as souvenirs. He noted the poll in the back of the mansion and the tennis courts not too far off. Whoever had once owned the property clearly was living the good life, that is, until the overpopulation of strays seemed to turn them off. He cantered toward the back door of the territory, knowing that entering through the front was far too predictable a move to make. After ascending up the flight of stairs Damien nuzzled the back door open, slipping through as quietly as his limbs would allow before giving it a gentle kick shut. The sound of a lock clicking signaled to the brute that the door was shut, giving him the freedom to explore the territory he had entered, and hopefully find his first victim of the evening.

In a building so big it was hard for Damien to decide where to explore first. Did he remain on the first floor, or did he explore the rooms above for a Hecate member? He decided to explore the first floor, and if necessary he could ascend up to the second floor to find someone sleeping within one of the bedrooms. Silently the young male slithered through the kitchen, dining room, and living room, but he did not find any Hecate members sleeping on the couches, chairs, or rugs. His brow furrowed as he paused in the center of a long hallway. [color=maroon]“Where is everyone?”[/color] he muttered softly to himself, growing frustrated that every single dog in the city seemed to have mysteriously vanished. His amber spheres shifted to the staircase. There had to be someone upstairs, for Hecate wouldn’t leave the building completely abandoned. As silently as he had moved before Damien cantered up the stairs and slowly inched forward through a second long hall. Doors resided on either side of him, each one left ajar. Picking a room at random the shepherd cross nuzzled open one of the doors and peered into the bedroom, prepared to finally find his victim for the evening.
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» Words: 898
» Muse: Mhm
» Notes: Damien needed more threads, so anyone is free to join in <3
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TAKODA x KIT x ANDWAD THREAD (post #2) - // whatever (it) takes &
May 26, 2010

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The first thing Damien registered was just how dark the bedroom was. A beam of moonlight filtered into the bedroom through a single window, painting a set of parallel lines across the dusty floor boards before coming to a stop inches before the carpet began. He could sense that there was a canine in the room long before his copper pools fell upon the silhouette etched against the darkness. The second thing Damien picked up was the fresh aroma of blood wafting through the air, taunting his nostrils as he inhaled the bitter scent. His optics flickered to the ground once more, eying a faint trail of blood leading to the bed near the corner of the room. A smug grin tugged at his maw, his spheres narrowing with pleasure. Whomever he had stumbled upon was injured, making him or her an easier target for the shepherd hybrid to finish off. He remained in the doorway for another few beats of silence, allowing the air to grow tense. He allowed his attention to wander, seeking out the canine he could smell but not see. It only took a few moments for Damien to lock onto his target: a border collie female residing on the large bed. Her voice reached him slowly, lyrics so meek and feckless it was a miracle Damien heard them at all. Unfortunately for the female, her statement was likely to be the last few words which escaped her vocal cords as soon as the evening was finished.

Damien didn’t speak, or at least not at first. He took a few steps into the room, allowing his dark ebony cloak to reflect some of the moon’s rays. He turned his attention up toward the female, his auburn globules twinkling under the pale moonlight. A false façade cloaked his features, a smile still threatening to take over his mug. [color=maroon]“It’s just me, miss,”[/color] Damien stated, his voice calm and soft. He offered the female what appeared to be a weak smile, though the gesture came easy to the master of manipulation. He lowered his hackles to the ground in hopes of putting on a less dominant appearance, luring in the female as best as he could before going in for the kill. If he played his cards right he could earn her trust to get close enough to deliver the final blow. If not, he would have to make a plan B. [color=maroon]“I was just looking for a place to spend the night since it is so cold outside,”[/color] he confided, lying through his pearly white canines with ease, words flowing off his tongue like waves in the ocean. He had no intentions of spending the night in Hecate territory, not when he was not a registered member in the group and he had no connections with any of the pack’s members. He came to find a little entertainment, and the border collie he had come across would be his toy. As soon as he was done with her he would toss her aside, a broken object which no longer served a purpose.

An onyx-colored banner curled next to Damien’s side, its golden tip flickering against the carpet. [color=maroon]“I stumbled across this place and figured I had nothing to lose. Not sure if it belongs to any of the packs, but so far no one has come and sent me away.”[/color] Another lie to add to his rapidly growing collection passed his lips with ease. He was well aware that this land was not open for exploration, but the female didn’t need to know that. The more innocent Damien appeared, the better. He forced a yawn to emit from his muzzle, a note which reverberated throughout the bedroom before returning to Damien’s harks. [color=maroon]“Anyways, my name’s Damien if you were wondering. Might I ask what a beautiful young lady like yourself is called?”[/color] He cocked his dial to the side, awaiting the response to his inquiry. He had considered using a false alias for his title, but so far Damien seemed to suit him best. He doubted the female had heard of his name previously, for he was still attempting to make a name for himself. With Crash as his mother it was hard to earn his own respect, rather than being acknowledged as the previous Cethin leader’s son. He blinked, waiting for the female to shatter the silence, anticipating for the collie to take the bait he was dangling before her. [/blockquote]

» Words: 743
» Muse: Plenty
» Notes: I’m glad you joined Kit, we needed to have another thread together =]
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TAKODA x KIT x ANDWAD THREAD (post #3) - // whatever (it) takes &
June 1, 2010

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Damien found it a struggle to prevent the grin from spreading wide across his kissers at the female’s first word. He couldn’t be certain yet, but he had a feeling he had come across a female who would be gullible enough to fall for his scams. He noted her trembling paws causing the bed she resided on to quiver, the springs squeaking beneath her weight. He could tell that she was nervous, for her eyes refused to meet his own auburn set and her voice was soft and weak. Her eyes traced the objects of the room, surveying her surroundings as an excuse to keep her attention off of the male who had just arrived. Damien nodded at her obvious comment, wanting to make it appear as if he were interested in casual conversation. He was well aware that the quarters were Hecate’s homeland, for it was half the reason why he had decided to explore the grounds. [color=maroon]“Yeah, that’s what I thought, anyways,”[/color] he confessed to the female, allowing his own set of pools to wander, wanting to give off the illusion of innocence. If he could lure in the female, gain enough of her trust, he could go in for the kill without struggle. One false move and he would have to find an alternate route to finish the job he had come to complete. Originally upon entering the mansion Damien had intended of terminating the life of a Hecate member, but the collie he had come across would do just as well.

The collie spoke the truth: there were no other Hecate members around as far as Damien could see. [color=maroon]“I noticed that too,”[/color] Damien admitted, somewhat pleased by this fact. If there were no other canines present there would be no one to hear the female’s pleas for help if she were to call out during his attacks, meaning he could slit her throat and escape from the mansion before a canine could stop him, leaving no clues behind to pin him to the crime. He was a silent assassin: luring dogs in with his tactics, killing them with a swift snap of his jaws, and fleeing the scene before a witness could call him out as the killer. Tonight, if he was successful, the border collie would add as another tally in his favor for lives taken. [color=maroon]“Though it’s somewhat relieving to know that no one else is here,”[/color] Damien mused aloud, allowing his warm gaze to return to the female’s. [color=maroon]“I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with a Hecate member for being here when I don’t belong.”[/color] He caught the female’s eye just long enough to witness the grin which tugged at her lips at his remark of calling her beautiful. He mirrored her smile, though not for the reasons she may have believed. [i]Is it really going to be[/i] that [i]easy?[/i] he thought to himself, eying the female with interest. He had anticipated some sort of a challenge to earn her trust, but the female was quickly proving his assumptions wrong.

She introduced herself as Harlow, a name which suited her perfectly. [color=maroon]“Harlow,”[/color] Damien repeated, testing the way the name sounded on his tongue. [color=maroon]“What a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady,”[/color] he told her, his tail flickering behind him. He approached the bed where she resided, making sure to keep his footsteps quiet and slow. Harlow appeared to be the type that was easily spooked, and the last thing he needed was a strike against him when he had been on a roll so far. [color=maroon]“Do you mind if I ...?”[/color] he inquired, nodding toward the bed to signal that he wanted to jump on. It wouldn’t really matter whether she allowed Damien to jump on or not; sooner or later he would forcibly make his way up and hand the female her fate. But, in order to be polite, he waited for the female’s acceptance on his leap up, hoping that if he could narrow the gap between them he could move their conversation along faster. He needed to make sure he finished the job before a Hecate member entered the mansion or wandered into the room, where his plot would be foiled. Instead he kept an innocent smile pinned to his lips, his head drifting slightly to the left, hoping that he was allowed up onto the bed next to the female known as Harlow.[/blockquote]

» Words: 736
» Muse: Got it
» Notes: Please, Harlow is ten billion times better <3
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DAMIEN x HEISEI THREAD - .::i.LIVE.miserably only to.DIE.laughing::
June 2, 2010

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It only took a moment for Damien to sense the female’s hesitation. Heisei studied him with interest, her pools racing along his silhouette as if to pick up an unspoken clue. Damien did not flinch under her keen eye, welcoming her survey with open arms. Her jaws parted slightly, but was soon drawn shut without a single lyric passing her lips. The single gesture was enough to tell Damien that the female was skeptical of his kindness, sensing that there was something hidden behind his hospitality. That was all it took to tell the shepherd mix that he needed to be weary of the female. As soon as the opportunity presented itself she could easily try to bolt away, preventing Damien from accomplishing the task he had arrived to do. The sweet, innocent smile which crept across her muzzle was hardly enough to convince the brute that all was fine and well. He was a master at reading facial cues, capable of picking up on the minute details that most couldn’t catch. He made sure to conceal his findings with a false façade, his own expression the same as before. He refused to allow his gaze to wander, fixating his copper orbs on the female before him. Any hesitation – the slightest signal that the female was on the verge of retreating from Damien’ grasp – and he would seal her fate with a single slice to the throat.

Damien resisted the temptation to glance down at the objects shattered on the floor, fearful that it could be a trap for the female to make a getaway. Out of the corner of his eye he could see balls rolling out of the store’s door, snow globes shattered into a thousand pieces with their water and plastic contents bleeding out onto the tiles. He could almost hear the sound of shattering glass in the distance, echoes of the past returning to haunt the present. [color=maroon]“I’m not really one to enjoy destruction,”[/color] Damien confessed, a white lie slipping through his fangs with ease. But if the female wanted him to be by her side, how could he refuse? He needed to keep close to her anyways, and sticking around might aid in gaining some of her trust. [color=maroon]“But, what the hell, I’ll tag along. It might be fun.”[/color] Heisei’s tail wagged vigorously behind her, a blur of color which was hard to make out against the tile. Broken fragments of glass were kicked up in her wag’s wake, dust and dirt particles kicked up in the air creating an artificial cloud. Laughter as sweet as honey parted from her vocals, floating in the air and encircling Damien’s eardrums. He quickly pushed the sound of her voice away, reminding himself that he had a task which still needed to be complete.

With much struggle, Damien allowed his attention to wander throughout the store. His audits remained pricked upright, ready to catch even the softest tread of footsteps escaping. He needed to give off the illusion that he trusted the female to stick by his side, despite the fact that he anticipated her to jump at the opportunity to leave when it occurred. [color=maroon]“So, what kind of destruction did you have in mind?”[/color] he inquired, as if he were asking “how is the weather?” or “what did you have for dinner last night?”. In a way, it was for Damien. [color=maroon]“I don’t think there’s much left in this store to destroy,”[/color] Damien added, surveying the broken shelves and shattered objects spewed across the floor like fallen soldiers. Even so he doubted Heisei would find it enjoyable to knock over a second shelf when she had already done one, especially of the same objects were on it. The two were in a large mall though, and there were plenty more stores left for the duo to explore. [color=maroon]“Should we find a different store to reek havoc on?”[/color] he asked, prepared to depart from the store to find some new fun to be had. Perhaps he could find a darker, more ominous room to enter, where her cries for help could not be heard.[/blockquote]


» Words: 698
» Muse: Plenty
» Notes: Rawr
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