x . Oh, what a golden afternoon . x

[Skizz0rz]

Jump out from behind them,
And shoot them in the head.

The sun at its zenith, it beat down on all below it. The only thing keeping the rocks of the shoreline from becoming nearly hazardous to touch were simultanious kisses from the salty ocean waves. Small lizards revelling in the sunny weather could be seen scattered about the rocks, eyes closed. Pleased smiles on their scaled faces were nearly tangible in the ongoing heat wave. The only noise was the soft whoosh as the tide withdrew, and perhaps the cry of a gull here and there.

Total relaxation.

A dark wolf lay slouched over a particularly large boulder. One thin leg hung loosely over the side, ruffled tail swinging idly. The light wind coming from the ocean played in his fur, pushing, pulling, twisting ever so gently. If the wind ever blew too hard, an ochre ear would twitch, but that would be it. The wolf's sides slowly rose and fell with every placid breath he took, eyes closed. Peaceful.

It was nigh impossible to fathom the internal battle raging inside him.

"Oh shut up. Demons have the right idea and you know it. I still don't understand how you can think not, Mister 'I only drink the blood of my prey'."

"I refuse to respond to you, if you're going to be so ignorant."

"That rock up there kinda looks like a strawberry if you tilt your head a little."

"..."

"Come on. Open your eyes, Maggie. You know you wanna look."

"I will not. I know it will look like something profound your polluted mind discovered, and I do not wish to take part in your games."

At that, Dementia scoffed a little. Apparently insulted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I only said it looked like a strawberry."

"I know you better than you think I do." With that, Magnus rolled onto his other side, making sure to keep his eyes shut.

Dementia took that as an invitation to start quizzing Magnus on the subject of himself. Magnus tried his best to tune him out, and focus on the heat that was now slowly warming his side, but to no avail. He gave a disgruntled sigh.

This was going to be a long day.

Now everybody's dancing,
The dance of the dead.

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[blitzkreig]

[ooc] - Sorry to jump in, but he reminds me oh so much of a far more sane, Blitzkreig. A very very well-developed character, Skizzie. Absolutely love him, and love Dementia too.

[Felypsa]

oOc| just gonna slip in here, though Kaoru should still join as well =)

A cute little shape of cream-colored fluff could suddenly be seen on top of the strawberry-like rock, almost as if a dollop of whipped cream had been added to the fruit. A young pup by the descriptive name of Tyke had clambered up on top of it to get a good view of the Asanagi Ocean spread out before him. The ever-energetic pup was in search of a good playmate, someone who would lighten up his lagging life.

Tyke’s big, golden eyes caught sight of a wolf lounging on a boulder on the shoreline below. A possible companion, perhaps? Eager to meet new people, Tyke scrambled down from his lookout post (unaware that the very wolf he had spotted harbored a spirit that had observed that rock’s similarity to a strawberry) and hurried down to the rest of the beach.

The waves rushed across the sand, erasing Tyke’s pawprints as he made his trek across the shore. He yipped happily in greeting to the adult wolf, skidding to a stop in front of the boulder. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and went rolling head-first through the sand. Undeterred, he leapt up and grinned up at Magnus.

“Hello! Would you like to play with me?” the pup asked, seemingly innocently, his tail wagging. In truth, Tyke knew a lot more than he ever let on, and he sensed there was something…different about this wolf. Something interesting. And, like all pups, Tyke was always drawn to people and things that were interesting.

[Aveilthé]

An emaciated figure walked in a slow-paced manner. The figure had
an unhealthy black color to it, as if the fur was preparing to whither
away like the cold, hard shell beneath it. The pace it was treading
in seemed to divulge bluntly that the walker cared not where it
was heading. Simply anywhere but its first destination it came
from.

Turns out, the creature was a wolf. Perhaps; but judging by its long
ears and small frame, it was a jackal. A purebred, black jackal.
By the looks of the jackal, it looked stoic and unfeeling, with a
strong sense of pride in its heart that had known horror. The
pride was simply the will to keep surviving... no matter what.

Perhaps it could be difficult to discern whether the creature was
female or not. The jackal certainly possessed a build for a female.
But suddenly, the jackal spoke, it's voice hoarse and rough
as if it hadn't spoken in years. "A sea...," it mumbled darkly;
"no where else to go. A dead end. Just like my life."

By now one may discover that the jackal was truly female.
However, it would be hard to tell. Her fur lacked proper grooming,
and her eyes had gummy substances at her thin canine
eyelashes. She simply looked too fragmented to immediately tell.

As her angry eyes searched the panorama for a possible island
to take abode (or perhaps one might assume so by the way
she was looking hard on the horizon), she spotted a pup and
a grown wolf. Sneering inwardly, she prepared to turn coldly
and run from the scene. However, something in the air interested
her a great deal. A sixth sense, perhaps? Somewhat similar
to what the pup was feeling? Satan, after all, possessed an odd
ability.

"How thickheaded," she called out hoarsely, speaking to the pup.
"Asking a grown wolf to play with you. You should play with youths
your own age." She did not smile, but her colorful eyes sparkled
as the sun hit them, perhaps mistakeningly suggesting friendliness.

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[Skizz0rz]

Jump out from behind them,
And shoot them in the head.

Copper eyes snapped open at the sound of something approaching, irises coming back into focus. Magnus watched in silent amusement as a small pup clumsily made its way over to him.

'Hello! Would you like to play with me?'

Ah, the innocence of pups. A welcome relief from having to deal with a demon whose acclaimed purity was wholly debatable. Though it had become a monumental task these days, the innocence of youth never failed to pluck a heartstring of Magnus's. A faint ghost of a smile hovered on his muzzle, before he stopped himself. If he had ever agreed to forget himself and romp around with a pup, Dementia would never, never let him live that down. In fact, he would probably have to put up with a lot of crap even for considering it. Luckily, he was saved from the unwanted task of declining the pups offer.

'How thickheaded, asking a grown wolf to play with you. You should play with youths
your own age.'

Lifting his head from the rock, he turned to see a dark, jackal-like figure standing not too far away.

"I think I've seen that thing before...hmm...can't put my finger on it..."

"Do not refer to her as a 'thing', it's inconsiderate."

"Why do you still try to teach me manners, no matter how much I ignore you?"

"Good question."

Magnus hadn't exactly liked the jackal's words, but he thought he'd be polite anyway.

"Er-hello."

Even in that on short word, his Romanian accent was all but obscured. He had given up trying to break it long ago, and now it was as stuck with him as Dementia was. Vonderful.

Now everybody's dancing,
The dance of the dead.

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[Felypsa]

Even as the words left Tyke’s maw, he felt a darker presence approaching; and, though his golden eyes stayed bright, inwardly he grew disappointed. Cynical, angry creatures were no fun at all. They sucked all the joy out of life in their self-misery. Tyke’s instinct proved right, for the coming jackal spoke condescendingly to him. Tyke also noticed that the wolf he had initially approached spoke not a word in return to him, though he was less unfriendly than that irritiable jackal.

“Hiya!” Tyke greeted the jackal, confronting her pessimism with his eternal optimism. And then he smiled and said, “If I tried to play with people my own age, I’d be a lonely soul indeed.” He sounded oddly mature for one his age. Then he cryptically added, “I like to play with people younger than me. They’re far more fun and interesting.”

With that, Tyke jumped up onto the rock Magnus was sitting on. He almost fell back at the top, but with a few scramblings made it, sitting proudly beside the adult wolf. “I’m Tyke,” he announced cheerfully. “What’re your names?” This question might have been aimed at both wolf and jackal, but curiously, Tyke was only looking at Magnus, not seeming to direct the question to Satan at all.

[Aveilthé]

"By the sound of it, one would mistaken you for an older
individual," she sneered, her sunken face looking oddly grotesque
as the sun shone from her the side as she spoke to
the pup. "I'll humor you."

She adeptly leaped from the rocky promontory, and strode
towards the duo, albeit cautiously.

"Ahh, so it looks as if I'm not the only one needing nourishment,"
she said after a while in a cool voice, eye balling Magnus.
"I'm Satan." Her eyes glittered in an iridescent of colors as they
grazed over Magnus's thin fur. "Poor creature," she added.
Her voice was thick and dripping with what either sounded like
compassion or callousness. Either way, her ears were lifted
upward; long, thin, ugly ebony-skinned ears. Obviously, she
was showing interest regardless.

Turning her attention to the pup, she added to what she thought
was more kindly; "Where are your parents?" Yet Satan had a long,
difficult life. She never knew the meaning of kindness, but had
only once ever tasted it. Not ever was she taught the ways of
love and care; she did not even understand them, let alone
know how to show them.

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[Skizz0rz]

Jump out from behind them,
And shoot them in the head.

"Satan?! SATAN?!? That hairy old raisin thinks she can call herself Satan?! This is bullshit! Go show her, Maggalina! Go show her what happens to ugly raisins that think they deserve the name of my lord!"

"Did you just call me Maggalina?"

"Yes."

It was far past the time to ignore Dementia, and so Magnus began, if all went well Dementia would get bored and go back to hell. Returning to reality once again, Satan's obvious 'pity' for him was irritating. It wasn't that he necessarily needed nourishment, it was just the nourishment of which he chose, that rendered his pelt in such a shoddy condition. But, being couteous as he was, he would let that slide for now.

Tyke had asked him for his name, and he would have answered, had Satan given him the chance to. He figured he would be asked again sometime in the near future, and so he would wait. The pup had seemed quite interested in him, and he briefly pondered a reason why. It wasn't as if Magnus was expressly appealing to the eyes of pups, and it was rare he would be approached by one. What made this particular one think him different?

However, it didn't matter at the moment. Satan had asked Tyke one of the same questions he had wondered himself. What was he doing out here on his own?

Now everybody's dancing,
The dance of the dead.

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[Felypsa]

“Oh, I’m just a pup,” Tyke reassured Satan, grinning. “Satan…that’s a cool name. Kinda scary, though. I don’t think I’d like to be called Satan. But I guess it works for you.” He then turned away while the jackal addressed Magnus, pawing the moss that grew on the boulder. His ears perked up only when he was being spoken to once again.

“My parents are long gone,” Tyke answered without any trace of remorse or sadness. “But I guess all the adult wolves of Shinkou Ookami have taken me in as one of their own. So my parents aren’t really gone. They just change identities all the time.” He smiled, and his golden eyes sparkled. “But usually I’m on my own. I’m too fast for any of my parents.”

Almost immediately he turned his bright eyes on Magnus, sniffing the air a little. “You don’t talk much, do you,” he remarked. “I think you’ve said a single word this whole time! Are you really that boring that you don’t have anything to say?”

[Aveilthé]

"Of course," she replied thickly, keeping her distance from the two.
She did not make herself comfortable in their presence. Rigidly she
stood, her fur standing on end but only out of habit. "That's...
weird. Whatever keeps your raft floating, pup. But don't think
you can go all mushy over me to take care of your needs."
A short pause existed momentarily before she spoke again with
a bit more vigor.

"I've picked up the name 'Satan' by accident," she said.
"Yes. You better believe that the name suits me well." Grinning
visibly, she showed her pale yellow teeth, mildly stained in blood
from her last feeble meal. Wanting to say more about her name, she
chose not to, as it wasn't exactly the proper moment for it. To
speak of her past was never meant to be dispensed lightly to
simple strangers, especially an impertinent pup and a tongueless
wolf.

Satan gazed bemusedly at Magnus for a time. Clicking her tongue,
she winked wickedly at Tyke. "I know a way to... meek heem
tolk." Thus, with these words, she strode up to Magnus
and looked him in the eye. "Can I borrow your face for a few days?
My ass is going on holiday."

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[Skizz0rz]

Jump out from behind them,
And shoot them in the head.

'Are you really that boring that you don’t have anything to say?'

Magnus chuckled a bit at that. He could imagine if a parent were there they would have reprimanded Tyke with a sharp 'Respect your elders!'. Even so, he didn't mind it, he could deal with a bit of audacity now and then. The pup was right though, he had hardly said a word. Sometimes bickering with Dementia made him forget how few words he had actually spoken aloud.

Despite not having the same religious ideals as Dementia, he did find it a bit boastful for Satan to claim the name suited her. But then again, perhaps it did. Who knew? Who knew what kind of morbid past she may have had? Everyone seemed to have some sort of secret nowadays, Magnus being no exception.

As she turned to him, he looked back with cautious eyes, suspicious of the wink she shared with Tyke. What was she planning? What did that wink mean?

'Can I borrow your face for a few days?
My ass is going on holiday.'

"What the hell?!" Magnus spluttered, nonplussed. He did his best not to laugh, but even he found a small grin inevitable. Laughing at another individual when they weren't trying to be humorous was rude, but was she? Was this grizzled jackal joking with him? Dementia's obnoxious, cackling laughter rang in his ears.

"Er....pardon me?"

Now everybody's dancing,
The dance of the dead.

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[Felypsa]

“Needs?” Tyke repeated, tilting his head to one side as he stared at Satan quizzically. “I don’t have any needs. I can take care of myself completely. All the adults who look after me only do that ’cause they feel they have to, but they really don’t.” He smiled slyly. “Besides, I’d bet you wouldn’t be very good at it anyway.” Respect your elders, indeed. Tyke followed a policy of brutal honesty, which in his mind wasn’t disrespect, but just a straightforward approach.

And then the pup watched amusedly as Satan sauntered up to Magnus and used her stroke of brilliance to “make him talk.” Tyke knew that pups like him weren’t supposed to know words like “ass,” but the little guy couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the jackal’s ridiculous joke. He wasn’t the only one, either; even Magnus couldn’t suppress his amusement.

“How long,” Tyke laughed, “have you wanted to say that?” His golden eyes sparkled with mirth. He went up and nudged Magnus with his nose. “Go on, uh, er…” Tyke’s brows furrowed. “I still don’t know your names.”

[Aveilthé]

"Well, sweet Mary and Joseph, he talks." She walked away a few
feet, grinning, pleased with herself. "I haven't exactly waited
to say it. It was the right moment, though. Something that came
up once I saw his butt-ugly face." She said this so gruffly that
perhaps it could be hard to tell if she was truly joking or not.
A hint that it was a joke was that she winked darkly at Magnus.

"You're right," she replied with an apathetic simper in response to
Tyke. "I would probably kill you with my own two corroded claws."
As morbid as that might have sounded, it didn't sound too
threatening. "I've done it before," she added cryptically, perhaps
without meaning to. Iridescent eyes glittered ominously as she
said this; obviously she knew that she had let something slip that
she never meant to let slip. A shadow of guilt clouded over her
gaunt features, but it did not last. Perhaps it was the trick of the
light, for she was looking haughtily to Magnus and Tyke once again.

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[Skizz0rz]

Sorry for the delayed post '

It's finals week. No fun :{

Hopefully I'll have a reply by the end of today

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[Skizz0rz]

Jump out from behind them,
And shoot them in the head.

Dementia snickered. "Hah! That'll teach you for being so anti-social."

"..."

"Thank you for proving my point, Mags. You make it oh so easy sometimes."

"Will you shut up before my eyes get blurry, you pompous demon?"

Magnus heard a faint growling inside his head. "Ooooh. We'll have a talk about this later, and I won't forget! You-you....mute...bastard...vampire!" Dementia was practically seething. The thought gave Magnus the urge to laugh, though he firmly repressed it.

After hesitating for a brief moment, Magnus chose not to further question on Satan's disturbing comment. Hell, he assumed it isn't as if she called herself Satan for nothing, after all. He decided to change the looming subject before it became too close.

"Vell, zat is von vay to provoke discussion, I suppose."

He added with a tiny smirk. Just that one sentence had made his accent blatantly obvious, but it wasn't as if that was something he could hide, like Dementia was.

He extended a dark paw out to poke the pup gently in the side, responding to his nudge of impatience. His smirk slowly grew into one of his rare smiles. Pups tended to do that kind of thing to him.

"I go by the name of Magnus."

His muddied eyes turned back to the cadaverous female before him. He assumed, as a pup, that Tyke had just wandered off here, but what was a creature like Satan doing on a warm sunny beach? Perhaps it was a bit judgmental of him, but still, he was curious.

"So. Vat brings you to this beach?"

Now everybody's dancing,
The dance of the dead.

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ooc: I am so, so sorry about not replying earlier! I had finals and school ending and a lot to do at the time and I totally forgot! I hope it isn't too late. :x