Ryannktsu - Creator of Chaos. Rated: PG-13

[Aveilthé]

OOC: WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. This roleplay is rated PG-13 for explicit offensive content, such as: blood and gore, murder, language, etc. Read at your own risk. Those of which had been listed ARE contained in this roleplay.

Please, if you are younger than 13, I beg of you NOT to read this. If you are disturbed by anything with blood and gore, or even swearwords, please, don't read! I do care for the young people in Shinkou Ookami. It won't be my fault if you read anything I post here.

Those that wish to post here, please keep it PG-13 related as well.

MAY I REMIND YOU THAT THIS IS A ROLEPLAYING GAAAAME. That means, everything written down IS NOT REAL. It never happened, etc. Also, DO NOT TAKE OFFENSE BY WHAT RYANNKTSU SAYS OR DOES. He's freaking evil! How can he be evil if he's polite to your character, eh? I'm sorry if you're offended by what he does, but that IS his way, it's what he does. Sorry. D=

The leader was restless. His piercing, dark red eyes gazed southward, where that bastard Yueh and his pack dwelled. A throaty, loud growl issued, confirming his irritation. Vocals then punctured the eerie silence in the land. "That fool and his bastard children will die," said he, pure hellish vibes vibrating through the bleak atmosphere. "This creature, called Ghost, is killing him for us." His feline-like muzzle wrinkled back to show his blood-stained fangs. "I must meet this... Ghost." At that moment, he shouted, his deep, hellish voice ringing. "I am tired of us sitting upon our asses like common dogs. I want blood. I WANT BLOOD!" And with that, he charged forward, knocking a smaller male creature of evil to the ground. One massive paw reached forth and flattened the wolf's face like a punctured basketball. The poor wolf didn't see this coming. He was dead. Roaring, Ryannktsu thrusted his head forward. He wrapped his jaws around the wolf's throat, and tore it completely off. Skin and bone gushed out, though blood splattered upon his dark pelt. A maniacal laugh burst from his blood-dappled face. "That felt so pleasing," he purred darkly. A hint of a diabolical grin spread across his evil face. All the onlookers watched him warily, afraid that they might be next. Ryannktsu thrusted his paw into the corpse of the wolf. More blood splattered onto his face. Pulling in his arm, one may notice grasped within his clutch was the wolf's heart. Laughing like mad, he crushed the heart. "More... I want MORE." And like a rabid dog, he promptly began charging forth, and destroyed half his pack. Blood was everywhere, dripping from bolders and dead trees. The sky ahead began to pierce their land with lightning. Alas, there was never light in this land. Grinning, the leader looked at the bloodshed he caused. Wolves' body parts were strewn all over the lands. "How sweet," said he lovingly, caressing one of the few females he imprisoned for his use. She looked up at him with terrified eyes. "If you try to escape, you will regret it dearly," he snarled, just as she tried crawling away from his deathly grasp. "Let me go, please, I beg of you," she moaned, but Ryannktsu merely grinned. With that, Ryannktsu grasped the female wolf's neck with his fangs, and bit down, hard. She uttered a terrible scream, and then a groan, though she was not yet dead. The diabolical demon licked the blood from her pelt. "Your blood is so sweet," he purred. He continued to bite her, though he didn't kill her. Blood gushed from her body, but the blood did not cease. It was as if he was slowly eating her body... from the inside.

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[Mama Z]

That smell filled the air and made it sweet. The smell of blood. It was like perfume. But in this outland, the smell was thicker then normal which was abnormal. He had been watching the rain drench the lands down south. That too smelt of blood but it wasnt normal. A wind picked up when he heard his leaders cry but not in sorrow but in hatered and longing. He felt the same way.

Each step he took caused him to rasp in breath but he didnt feel out of breath. His legs wobbled weakly but he felt no fatigue. His body was bone thin, the skin seeming to be sucked in. No muscles could be seen and it appeared as if he hadnt takin a bite of food in years. His fur was short. It was mainly black, but in some places, places where bones would rest was white. In a way he was nothing more then a childs costume. Zerxes seemed to have no eyes, nor ears but he could hear adn see as well as the next wolf.

He heard the terrified scream of the female and he paused. What was Ryann doing? He slowed his pace when he started walking and cautiously came into the area of his master. His nose scrunched up greatly at the intoixcating smell of decomposing corpses and the amount of guts in the area was unbelievable. Thank gods he wasnt here for it. Already he could hear the bones screaming from the bodies. But resisted the urge to bring htem up and just sat downa nd looked away. Waiting for his leader to be done.

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[Aveilthé]

The poor female began to squirm, but Ryannktsu continued sucking her dry. Seems like she was dying. But something was different - the female's eyes slowly turned to the colour of crimson, just like her capter's eyes. A sudden non-wolfish growl escaped her throat. A pleasing chuckle was heard from Ryannktsu. "That's more like it. You're not wolf anymore. But you've lost so much blood... you're gonna die. So sorry. I must have... been carried away." The vampire she-wolf's heart steadily began to pump less. "Die slowly," the bastardly Ryannktsu smirked, leaving the she-wolf to die. He turned and stalked away, feeling the pleasant blood gurggle beneath his paws. The changed wolf he left no longer squirmed. Before a pile of wolves he murdered, he paused. A pleasurable idea cross his black mind. He flopped onto his back, and began to soak up his body with their blood.

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[Mama Z]

Black eyes watched the leader as he pleasently soaked up the blood of his own minions. Zerxes shifted looking at the closest puddle of blood to him. He dipped his paw init casually and then lifted it. The blood was gooey and slowly dripped from his paw as he lifted it out of the murky liquid. Delicatly his dry tongue poked out and began to lick it. Savoring each lick as if it were his last. After a few moments of licking it clean. He placed his paw back down and began to lick the fur around his lips, licking the fake row of teeth.

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[Aveilthé]

"Tis tasty, yes, Zerxes? That's right... drink it all up..." An insane grin flicked across his dark muzzle. "I have plans for my mate and children," he said suddenly, slowly rising and padding around, admiring his work of destruction. "Whenever they return I will set a rather nice surprise for them. I will have them over... for dinner." Kill them all. KILL THEM.... For a while the dark leader of the Hellions simply sat, as if thinking. "What say we pay the Shinkou Ookami's a visit, ey, Zerxes? Maybe we can give this... Ghost... our most humble greetings."

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[Mama Z]

Zerxes looked up and over at the leader, somewhat surprised he had been acknowledged and stopped liking his blood stained chops. Ryann spoke about the dinner and his family.Head tilted slightly, has his leader finally gone more off the deep end then before. Oh well, if he did plan on killing his family or what not, so be it. He didnt like the little goodygoody bitch anyways. A Whore who only thought she was better then everything else.

And then he spoke of going down to the lands in which they hated more then anything to meet Ghost. Without really needing to think. He stood up and moved over towards the edge of cliff which peered down over the lands. His nose scrunched in distaste. Ghost. For some reason that damned name sent a tremble through out his body. He watched as the dark clouds and rain fell over that cursed area. He didnt want to go, for some reason everythign seemed to be wanting to get away from there.

"If that is what you wish." Even his voice souunded like a wolf on the verge of death.

Though he didnt want to go, he would follow Ryann to hell and back.

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[Aveilthé]

A throaty chuckle issued. "Damn straight. You're not afraid... are you, Zerxes?" he questioned dangerously, looming over his beta. "A little bird told me that Ghost isn't all that bad. As a matter of fact... I'd like to work for the bastard. I have an army. We could well work together to bring that [grrr]ing son-of-a-bitch down like we've tried. Through Ghost, we will be triumphant, and Hell will once more be brought upon this miserable planet infested with smelly [grrr]tards that are...mortals. And then... we will be... free." He looked around at the blood-bath. "Although... I seem to have destroyed half our pack. Want to work your sinful deed of bringing them back from the dead?"

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[Mama Z]

In his opinion, Ghost didnt seem like the one who wanted followers, but he kept his mouth shut on that part. But was he afraid? Hell ya! Anythign that could make blood pour all alone was enough to scare the shit out of him. But it was either death now or death later. He would chose the later. But yes, already to sudden death of his pack was calling out to him. Claws were outstretched and dug into the ground. A pleasent shudder ran through his body, it was almost enough now to where it was like sex.

Suddenly, the small cliff began to shake, the ground cracking suddenly. The dead corpses vibrating. Then the sound of popping bones began to spring around them. The fresh dead corpses seemed to groan and groggily stand on whatever limbs they could manage. Guts hung down like sickly clothing, eyeballs hung out freely. But there was more then these frsh corpses. Ones from long ago that were burried beneath the surface now began to spring out of the ground like weeds. Wolves, deer, rabits all sorts of creatures. And every single one of their eyes, or where eyes should be, glowed with a sickening red.

Zerxes staggered forward, not from fatigue, but from pleasent bliss. That was better than what any female could provide.

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[Monkey Monk]

Leagues away in the outer rim of the lands of Shinkou trekked a ingle creature. Their figure was cut and gashed in several places from the claws of those disgusting minions. This wolven had left the battle because his mind had felt a certain pull. A pull that he followed blindly.
This creature was Deathblood. His black and red fur dripped profusely with the blood that rained upon the lands. Everything was silent besides for the sounds of his heavy steps and the soft clinking of the fangs on the chain around his thick neck. The pale light gleamed off the blood stained blade strapped bare to his back.
Something was amiss, something was different. This mascu felt as if he had to enter those dark lands that loomed over the pack like a shadow of death. In there awaited his destiny. The answer to every one of his life long questions. All he knew was that the creature he searched for was amongst the vile masses of that pack.

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"Yes... yes... awaken from your short and filthy deaths, minions of Hell!" Ryannktsu shouted, grinning toothily at the wolves. "Mmm... Who wants blood?" he screamed, his shoulders quivering just as two great dragonish wings broke through his skin, arching high above his back. Just as he loomed like a giant shadow over his pack, the scent of a new kind of blood awoke his scenses. "Ahh. If I'm not mistaken, a wolf is near death. Dragging his filth across the desert to meet us." Words were like venom as he spoke, and yet an excited grin flitted across his scaly, feline-lipe muzzle. "Who wants to be the first to feast upon his meat?" he called, to which a death-howl replied via yowls and roaring. "He's yours then. Go get 'em." And with that, hundreds upon hundreds of Ryannktsu's army prepared a pounding march towards the creature that was heading their way.

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[Monkey Monk]

The silence was broken by a low rumbling. At first the mascu dismissed it as rolling thunder. Yet when the noise remained constant and grew louder, he knew that was not so. Quickly he stopped and sniffed at the air, he was downwind of the masses aproaching. With a cautious step, Deathblood continued on. Yet when he mounted over a hill his eyes sparkled slightly at the sight.
Hundreds upon hundreds of creatures. All coming after him. The wolven felt an insinctual excitement at the prospect of battle. These creatures were quite a sight, yet he would battle against thousands more if only just to achieve his goal. He had to know who had killed his father, who his family was, and how come he loved killing so much.
With a snap of the eye, the warrior dashed to behind a rock. He left his neck sink into his muscular shoulders. His bone and meat protecting his soft neck along with the chain of fangs. With an exhale he stepped out and walked towards the mob with a calm pace.

[Aveilthé]

Extending his wings, Ryannktsu would prepare for flight. And thus, he rushed forward, flapping once, and soon his powerful dark dragon wings took him straight into the air. This was an obvious cue for those that were his betas and whatnot to follow him. "We fly west!" he'd call, flying above his marching horde of undead minions. Like a serpent, he streaked through the air. Quite a terror of the skies... the Devil himself would be envious. His tail whipped behind him as he flew around, a snarly grin upon his face. Soon, a creature not quite of evil came alive through his senses. Crimson eyes fell upon the hateful bastard below, whom at first attempted to hide now so boldy walking out like some whore off the street showing off her bimbo chest. How dare he stand up to me. The storm beneath Ryannktsu kept their procession, simply walking pass the bold creature. Smirking, Ryannktsu flew down to meet him. The hellish beast landed just before Deathblood. "Sooo, the little tramp hides from Ryannktsu, then decides to show his ugly face? How disrespectful." He spat at the wolf's paws. Trying to kick up some dirt, he'd hopefully try to get some in the wolf's eyes. He then pissed in the dirt from which he stood upon. And with that, a loud, throaty chuckle issued. Soon, he extended his once folded wings, and with a great flap, was instantly airborne again and left the wolf alone below.

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[Monkey Monk]

Deathblood watched fearlessly, and with obvious surprise as the horde moved around him, ignoring his being. It was when the obvious leader landed before him that the warrior was caught off guard. His mind flashed with hazy memories. Yet before the mascu could react the being took off. With a rather vile farewell at that. For a moment the wolven glared at the other creature. They seemed familiar yet he could not place it on any certain memory.
So with a shrug he continued on. He did not feel like chasing after the leader of these lands. Besides, if he simply went to the head of the snake, the beast would pay more attention to him. So he forth, trekking to the center of the lands.

[Mama Z]

Zerxes watched Ryann take off and then started to run. For a nimble wolf, he was fast. He looked like nothing but a white and black blurr. He moved around the slow moving creatures, those with only half a body, or those limbs that could still crawl that lagged far behind. Dark eyes were now glowing a soft red, almost reflecting that of the creatures which he controled. He would not miss this fight, and he was even willing to be apart of it.

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[Monkey Monk]

Darkly that nightmaric wolven gazed as the masses continued to pass him by. Yet never did he falter in his pace. The clinking of the fangs around his neck rang out into the air, the mournful tune of many slayed foes. Something about these land's leader was undisturbingly familiar. They seemed familiar yet in another sense they did not. Yet this mascu simply let it wash from his mind and continued upon his paw trodden trek.
Blood red pools of each eye gazed around at every detail with curiousity. It was oddly fitting. Many others would be repulsed at the sight of these tainted grounds. Yet Deathblood found the scenery to reflect his mind. He knew he should feel fear right now, but he did not. Not even one trickle of adrenaline pumped through his blood filled veins. If he died here so be it. One thing was certain in his mind, if he wanted to answer his life long questions he had to be here, and he had to wait for the leader to return. Those draconic wings at his sides remained unmoving. The thin membrane covered muscled bones that if this warrior so choose them, could power him off into the night sky and bring him to his destination swiftly. Still, the remained where they were, ready to be put to use if they were needed. Deathblood was in no hurry though.