Musings in the Night

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"Pathetic," came the languid voice of a very large, white beast.
Pink, impious eyes watched Hageshii Shizukesa from afar in a
cold glare, but no emotion was held in them.

"A tree of good and evil. What good will that do?" he muttered,
his brow lofting disinterestedly at the swaying grass. "Ghost is
ridiculous and witless, a shame to all those whom call themselves
evil. I would laugh if only I did not feel so heartless. Good
and evil are for weaklings like Ghost and Yueh." That's right,
Endymion had the balls to ridicule Ghost and call him weak, but
that was simply a slice of Endymion's complex charisma. And all
the while that he spoke, he watched as Ghost made his grand
entrance from Hageshii Shizukesha, which only made Endymion
snort. Rain began to fall, but as it did so, Endymion realized that
it was none other than blood. Ignorant of what the blood truly
stood for, Endymion shook his pelt.

"So, this is all the great spirit of Ghost could conjure? From what
my praising father once said, I expected more... like the universe
to bend to his will or something. Hah. Power only makes
fools even more foolish," Endymion concluded, relishing
reprimanding a god of evil.

"Yueh was no better. A debilitated leader indeed. Proof that
only love kills in the end. Stupid, idiotic fool. Serves them
both right. The stronger survives."

And Endymion continued, critically scrutinizing everything that
he disliked about feelings. It amused him so, regardless of
talking to himself like a mad wolf. In truth he was pleased
to see Ghost and Yueh fall, creating demise for themselves.
It made Endymion's arrogance heighten. He even fancied that
he was a god himself, for he so believed that his philosophies in life
mattered. Callous and insensitive, Endymion believed that he
was a paramount in the world of which he lived in, but he was
not too arrogant to shove it in others' faces. He was an impassive
fellow, and disliked showing feelings to everyone.
He believed that feelings was a great weakness, which is why
he was sitting upon a grassy hill beneath the moonlight and
berating the inhabitants of Hageshii Shizukesa enjoyably.

Now Endymion is certainly perhaps one of the most unique
wolves, for he was unlike any other. Standing at a height of
about seven to eight feet, he was tall, and riddled with an
abundance of power he gained in just his few short years of his
life (though he hates to admit that he has weaknesses; Endymion
contradicts himself in ways more than one in this way). He looked
like half of a dragon, for most of his body contained sparling white
scales. From his slender head to the tip of his tail, whispy white
fur grew thick, like clouds that lingered on his surface. His
tail was as twice as long as his body, and coiled about much like
a lizard's. Atop his head reigned a couple of sharp ivory horns
that were identical to a ram's. Long ears were held up but in
a dissatisfied fashion, as if he were watching the world like
boring television commercials. His front paws were small and
normal like a wolf's, whilst his hindlegs were huge and powerful,
sharp with foot-long pale talons. All in all, Endymion was an
albino, hinted by his pink eyes.

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Twin pillars fought in the raging war of the run. Both a untouched light ivory that made the snow that covered the barren land look dull, not that there was any snow here in summer. There was a sound, a deep horn like sound coming from a large game mass known to all as an Deer. The Buck raised its head alerting the others, but it was all but to late. A pair of Jaws tore into the bulk of the Buck at extreme speeds. Once the windpipe of the game had been ripped to shreds the wolf raised its Ivory Maw. "Come Brother." The voice was clearly that of a Fae's and wasn't very quiet, yet quiet enough to not be heard from great distances. After all she didn't want to be found before she'd had a chance to finish her task.

Of course they didn't need that to get them noticed, even if they talked in the littlest voices they would be noticed, and most likely along with that an attempt to kill both siblings. The Fae glared out of Emerald eyes that seemed to penetrate you and to look not at you but through you, to your thoughts. She shook out her stark white fur moving her medium stature around slightly as she waited for the other of the duo to return.

"My god," Raising her head just as the down pour of blood reined from the sky. "Rei? Rei? REI!?!?" Shifting her weight she shot a look over to where her brother should have been, but he wasn't there. Where was her security and her guide. Where the hell was her brother, She could have sworn that he had been right behind her, yet now he was gone.

She tore her blood soaked head around to see the large creature sitting upon a grassy knoll. What was he doing? Hageshii Shizukesa was in the power of evil on this night where the moon didn't dare to show. So why in the hell would someone tempt fate, it was obvious that Ghost had already become irritated with this massive creature. Oh but where was Rei at a time like this?



The slate colored Brute shifted in his position slight snores echoing as he lay perched in a small tree, facing the South side of Hageshii Shizukesa. Eyes were shut off to the world their color like Hazel but instead They held a backdrop of dark Green like the Fae's but his differed with star bursts of not only Brown, like traditional Hazel, But also Blue and Red then finished off with a ring of Silver around the Iris. In this burst of color his pupil seemed so small, never seeming to dilate.


Moving his flanks back and forth as he dreamt his fur grew oddly over a cross shape in his right outer flank, An odd looking scar indeed that could be seen slightly at the right angle. Each movment brought the tree to shake and leaves to fall down upon the blood soaked each. It looked as if the sky was weaping for what the world had become, though the male would never have known thanks to the canopy.

Rei was his name.

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Endymion was unmoved, save for the ears that swiveled around
like radars to pinpoint the sound coming from behind him. The
noise came from the fleeting sound of pattering paws on ground,
followed by the quick bleeting of the deer gasping as its throat
was being torn from it by the better prey.

The albino turned, his expression apathetic as he watched
the base turn to death. Someone other than Endymion might
have been deeply impressed by the catch. His eyes were glassy
and impassive, showing no emotion, identical to a person in a
deep trance. This allowed most to be unable to perhaps fathom
his thoughts by mere expression.

Not one, but two wolves were present in the field. Endymion
should have expected this. They were members of Shinkou
Ookami, no doubt, and as abominable as their leader.

"It's just a bit of rain," he said smoothly, like one with a scorning
countenance. Most reasonable wolves would have thought of the
red rain very chilling, and filled with a great aspect of horror. He
was responding to the wolf he assumed was panic-stricken by
the rain. He was thoroughly amused by her current state. Once
she called her brother, Endymion's ears turned away from the
shouting.

"Fear," he added contemptuously, turning on the spot and looking
down at Ghost as the dunderhead tried touching the solid human-creature.
"Simpleton," he muttered again darkly, his voice oddly divulging no
emotion still.

[justice]

As Saleen was pulled from her own suspicions her mind took a few moments to regain its composer. This was the reason why she hadn't caught what he'd said at first, Bust after a few steps forward she'd caught the next snide comment. Fear? Who did he think he was talking about? She was Saleen, Nicknamed The Siren of the Moon for reasons that would soon make themselves apparent, and he had the nerve to saw she was afraid. She wasn't afraid, only weary. She was weary of everything around her, and just wanted to make sure that nothing would go wrong and end her life. She didn't need to life ending in so much anger, no one should go into the afterlife bearing so much hate. She would release it all before she died.

"What did you say?" Though Saleen shouted the question that she had already heard the answer to with her acute hearing it didn't mean she would ask it. For a moment she overcame her paranoia of superstitious and held her normal Cocky and teasing manor. "Or do you not have the guts to say it again," Pushing through the down fall the blood on her coat began to dry, each step she used her powers with the wind and weather to stop the bloody rain from falling on her. "You also dare to defile an entity of evil on a moonless night?"


Slowly the the wolf raised his massive grey head bringing the sand from multi colored eyes. "Saleen?" He guessed almost silently while still perched in the small tree that seemed so rare in the area other then the one very large one. It was now as his eyes began to clean that he noticed it was raining blood. Oh how odd. That certainly wasn't something you witnessed every day of your life. Then again he'd gotten used to strange things with his sister around. She was a different creature to say the very least, the kind that enchanted and held your attention yet at the same time could disgust and annoy you to your wit's end. She was the reason he traveled around so much, only her.

It was then he was Ghost, dammit was it the new moon already? He'd completely forgotten considered he'd done nothing but sleep sine the two had entered the area. Saleen had killed something, the scent of fresh game was almost over bearing. Oh he was so hungry, and his stomach made due to remind him of that matter. Now he just needed to get enough energy from his feline mocking body to move up and eat whatever she caught.

"Salllleeeeeennnn?" He called through a yawn. "Where are you?"

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Endymion did not respond immediately. Instead, he was granting
Rei an ounce of his attention, and he still looked unmoved. Why
should he fear? Then, he spoke.

"Naw," he remarked. "I'm so afraid that I'll get eaten
by a big, bad wolf such as yourself." His eyes were piercing.
"I'm shaking in my big, fluffy paws. Ooooh, I'm so afraid.
Endymion's such a mean and nasty whelp for defiling what you
presume is evil. How pathetic that you attempt to stand up
to me. Keep it on, that's obviously all you're really good for, eh?"
Then there was a crucial pause. "Sorry, but my guts have fled
from me years ago."

Most wolves would have chuckled, but not this creation. His
lips were devoid of feeling and unsmiling.

"You don't like the rain?" he inquired, softly this time, his voice
still portraying anything but his state of mind. He noticed how
Rei blew the rain away from her physique.

Slowly, the red rain began to cease.

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OOC: I'm taking Endymion out. Sorry!