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Jul 24, 2016 23:33:43 GMT -5
Post by Quinn on Jul 24, 2016 23:33:43 GMT -5
Azalea only It's usually not an average day when Fluffy is sent out to speak with people. Maybe it is a sick joke, sending the hound to speak with the wolves, but Fluffy found it interesting. Not to mention being probably the only pitbull that could step through space and time made it a little more convenient on Master to send her rather than waste the time and money to send someone after the Alpha. Standing at twenty eight inches and nearly a hundred and twenty pounds, Fluffy was no pit to mess with. She was brindle and white, and her eyes were a bright yellow and seemingly flickered like fire. Otherwise she was a normal puppy that loved Master. Truth be told, Fluffy had a message from Master that she was supposed to deliver directly to the Alpha of these lands. Or, more like a conversation. A message really doesn't fit what Master intended Fluffy to say. So when she caught the scent of other wolves prowling around that she hadn't anticipated, she made herself a bit more menacing. The white and brindle faded to a much darker brown and her eyes began to resemble more like smoldering coals rather than a flickering flame. Honestly, though, she was more interested in the fact that the big grey wolf further down the trail she had been following smelled like smoke and death. "Hail," the thought shot across the trail and straight to the halfling that stood blocking her path. "What's a halfling doing protecting the Alpha?" She sat and scratched her ear. "This halfling is doing his job. And who says hail anymore?" Kris sighed mentally. "And how can you communicate with me?" "Hellhounds have a lot of powers that a halfie like you lacks," she cocked her head. "Why do you smell like dog? Have you been living with them?" She paused. "Maybe instead of greeting you, Fluffy should have sniffed your butt like the other dogs do." "Why are you here?" He ignored her comments. Though, the one about sniffing butts kind of hurt. He had never actually done that, but it was a typical dog thing and being part wolf, it couldn't help but sting a little. Fluffy snorted. "Fluffy was told that the only person Fluffy should talk to is the Alpha here, so why is she dealing with a little pooch that would die if she just wanted it to?" On that note, a quick thought was sent to Ryan to get Azalea. "Seeing how you're owned, I can trust that you're housebroke?" He turned around and started to walk away. "You won't break your master's orders?" Fluffy just sent him an image of a flaming wolf that looked remarkably like him. If she really wanted to be mean, though, she could have made him feel like he was on fire. Master told her not to hurt anyone, though. He really only allowed her to cause the annoying neighbor pooches to get sick and die. Sometimes he let her get them hit by cars. There was one neighbor that let his pooch poop in Master's yard. Master let Fluffy set the house on fire. He didn't let her kill them, though. Only the pooch.
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Jul 26, 2016 21:14:01 GMT -5
Post by Azalea on Jul 26, 2016 21:14:01 GMT -5
Patrol.
Surprising for him, considering that most of his days were spent doing paperwork here recently. They still hadn't found a replacement beta, so he was still playing the role that he didn't want to be. So, when he got the chance, he tried to do the things that he did best- not to mention, do his official job of keeping the Outsiders in line.
Normally, Ryan didn't get mind links. It wasn't his thing, in fact? Physically, he wasn't suppose to be able too. However, the "demon-ified" Alpha of the New Dawn did a few things to change that...since the barbarian bitch wouldn't just use a goddamn cell phone. She forced him to have contact with her- which was a painful bitch all things considered. He had the worst migraine for two weeks afterward. However, he was able to mindlink with Azalea to say the least. There were a couple...other options to mindlink with that weren't supposed to be there but it was there. So, when Kris contacted him? Ryan jumped a little bit. He knew it was possible, but unlike with Azalea, he didn't expect it.
The only reason Kris could do it in the first place was because of the hellhound blood he had. Azalea could do it because of her demonic influence at this point in time.
"I'll get her, but what the hell is going on?" Ryan responded back to him.
With a quick mention to Azalea, Ryan's job was done. Or at least he hoped so. He wasn't that lucky. Azalea responded back by saying that Ryan needed to get there and that she was coming.
Azalea on the other hand wanted Ryan to get there, fast. She had felt something strange on the wind, and she had been warned about a possible visitor. Well..not warned, more along the lines of hinted at a possible visitor that wasn't exactly the most friendly. Fire and dogs, that all she knew was involved, and that in itself made her uncomfortable. In fact, that was the only reason she responded in such a way. Normally, she would have asked that Ryan just handled it himself. After all, he was the "Alpha" of the Neutral territory, right? Azalea was just the...overseerer of all of it.
Funny, that one was.
Azalea was on her way, but Ryan was naturally the first to show up. The man was just on the border, not to far away. Dressed in a black denim jacket, a grey crew-neck t-shirt, and blue jeans, he looked like the average guy. However, most people in the area would know better. Just a quick glance at the dog was enough to tell him that it would know better too. After all, he smelled more like a member of the undead than he did a shifter leader.
"What the hell is that?"
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Jul 26, 2016 22:01:03 GMT -5
Post by Quinn on Jul 26, 2016 22:01:03 GMT -5
"A mutt that decided it wanted to take a shit on our territory, I suppose," Kris replied. "She appeared here while I was just minding my own business. Should've smelt her a mile away, though. Smells like fire and death." It was pretty obvious that he was hinting that she wasn't a normal dog. "Watch out, though. She seems to have a thing against every other kind of animal that isn't her or her "master"."
As if almost on cue, images of flaming Ryans leapt to his mind. No pain, nothing too sinister, just a bunch of flaming Ryans. Some shifted, some not. In the middle of it all stood a rather average woman with dark purple hair and eyes that matched that of Fluffy. She stood next to a dog that was almost as big as her, with pitch black fur that had veins of the dark purple to match the woman's hair. "Since you're technically one of the two people that Fluffy was told that she might run into, Fluffy should at least be respectful. Fluffy's real name is Amarantos, but she prefers to be called Amaranth. As you probably know, Amaranth is a hellhound. She's come here to speak to Azalea, or the current of these parts."
The hellhound stood up and stretched her back, then stood on her hind legs. Much like a normal shifter, she changed into the woman that was in Ryan's mind when she sent the images of him burning. She had dark purple hair pulled back into a long pony tail and dark orange eyes, as well as ghostly pale skin. She mocked Ryan's sense of style, except she wore dark grey skinny jeans with a matching denim jacket and a hot pink tee shirt that was just a little too flattering. On the back of the denim jacket was "Bad to the Bone" in white print that was seemingly put there as a joke, more or less. She wore the same silver choker that she had wore when she was the pitbull, except now it was too large and hung there a little compared to being tight around her other form's neck. "Amaranth was told that if she encountered people who tried to block her path, make sure that they wouldn't forget who they were messing with," she cocked her head, but her lips didn't move. She was still speaking in their heads.
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Jul 27, 2016 23:53:29 GMT -5
Post by Azalea on Jul 27, 2016 23:53:29 GMT -5
"Fantastic." Ryan rolled his neck, sighing deeply.
Ryan looked the dog directly in the eyes, even as he started seeing the images of himself burning. Neat trick, bitch. He's never seen that one before. Afterall, it so wasn't like he wasn't used to shit like this.
It was hard to surprise him with those things, to say the least. When it happens the first couple of times, you'd get scared to hell and back. You'd start thinking that you were insane. However, what this woman probably wasn't thinking about with her poor intimidation attempt was the fact that he's been 'seeing' shit that wasn't there since he was a teenager. Everything from pain induced hallucinations, to drug induced one's, and he definitely wasn't unaccustomed to those provoked from supernatural forces. He'd had an interesting life. His only response was to lift his eyebrow.
"You know, normally, people don't greet other people as a dog. You're lucky that this is a shifter town, otherwise you would have just caused some heads to turn and scream out demon. Either way, I have no intention to stand between you or the bitch with a demon infestation surrounding her. Just don't kill anyone, and there won't be a problem. Then again, not like I could do much- it's still the premise though." Ryan sighed, shaking his head.
"The shit that happens when dealing with that bitch." He muttered under his breath.
"What bitch?" Azalea asked as she walked up, her eyebrow lifted.
"Nothing, Ma'am." Ryan said sarcastically, getting a smack on the arm from Azalea as she walked past.
"Now what's going on?" Azalea was getting straight to the point.
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Jul 28, 2016 0:33:17 GMT -5
Post by Quinn on Jul 28, 2016 0:33:17 GMT -5
Amaranth smirked at the mention of demon, then turned to Azalea. "Nothing is going on," she spoke through her forced mindlink. "Amaranth just had a message for the Alpha, and so she did what master asked. Master asks Amaranth to help, Amaranth helps. Amaranth wants to speak in private, though."
"Sadly, you're on our territory," Kris said. "I don't think that we should allow something that could murder everyone here without a second thought roam around even if Azalea is here. I don't know much, but I know that we outnumber you and I would rather take those odds than having to deal with you making some sort mess."
"If Amaranth wanted to cause unwarranted death, she could. Three little pooches wouldn't be enough to stop her. Even the Speaker wouldn't be able to hurt her because she has no magic here. Plus, being bound to master makes it so that Amaranth can't be hurt by people that would want to hurt master by hurting Amaranth...but she wouldn't suggest hurting the people that master protects..." faint images of burning villages and screaming people running for safety only to get shot with arrows appeared in their minds. "But if you're going to make it so Amaranth can't speak with the Alpha alone, she will make it so she can meet her master."
The last word barely left her lips before both her and Azalea disappeared. Reappearing in a huge open room, Amaranth stepped away from Azalea as the barrel of a gun was made obviously present behind her. "Demon's blood," a male voice said. "The bullets are bathed in demon's blood. Give me a reason to shoot, and you take one to the spine. And trust me, girl, I'll make sure you never walk again. Last thing I need is dealing with another War."
Alder by no means wasn't an intimidating man by the looks of him, standing at only 5'8" with pale skin and pitch black hair, he looked more like a teenager. The only thing off about him were his eyes that seemingly changed color as you watched them and the gun that was laying on the table next to him. Even then, he was one of the last few people that you would want to mess with.
If Azalea were to turn around, she would see a man with a stone face and nothing especially remarkable about him. Just a gun to her back.
"Oh," Alder said, "and if you try to overpower the man behind you, it wouldn't be too hard for me to sick Amaranth on you or for me to shoot you myself. So don't try anything and attempt to listen to reason."
"Why?" He glanced at Amaranth, who was now standing beside him. "Because I'm the most powerful mortal aspect you're ever going to meet and I've worked hard to keep it that way."
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Aug 4, 2016 13:35:35 GMT -5
Post by Azalea on Aug 4, 2016 13:35:35 GMT -5
Azalea felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, so she knew that something was going to happen based on what this Hell Hound was saying. She glared at Kris, honestly disagreeing with his little speech fully. That was not Kris' place to say, that wasn't even his right to say. Had it come from Ryan? Fine, but that boy was begging for the New Dawn Alpha to beat in his skull. This wasn't his territory, it was her's. It wasn't even Ryan's territory. Azalea was the owner of almost every single place here, she owned the land surrounding it. She was, by definition, the owner here. She didn't like people saying shit like that while they had no position too.
Ryan saw the look of hate and disapproval that Azalea was shoot Kris and he just sighed. Ryan agreed with Kris, but he knew that in Azalea's mind? That was Kris questioning her authority, and she hated that. Usually, when an Outsider did that, their face ended up in the dirt. However, in the face of an enemy, even Azalea wasn't that brash. Before Ryan could really attempt to diffuse anything? Azalea and the hound were gone.
"Remind me to not let you speak during situations like these." Ryan stated, sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Who knows where that thing took Aza now."
Azalea stood, having taken the entire teleportation rather well considering that she was just a shifter. Normally shifters took that as well as humans did- which generally wasn't all that well for the first couple of times it happened.
The Alpha looked up, pushing some of her loose hair to the side and lifting her eyebrow at the sight of Alder. She knew who he was, it was hard to forget someone like him. After all, he was one of the people that got her to the place where she could be cured. Sadly, she assumed that he was like the others and didn't particularly appreciate the fact that so many Aspects were attempting to make her their heir. Azalea was very curious on why the hell everyone treated it as if War were the only one.
"You go through all that trouble to help me get cured, only to threaten me with the same poison that took me out the last time? Ironic." She didn't even turn to look at the man holding the gun. She could easily feel the heat from his body radiating out. She could feel the presence of the gun there. She wasn't that stupid.
"Are you trying to scare me? Intimidate me? No need. The gun and the bullets are pointless. You helped me, I have no reason to attack you at this current moment. Let's not give us both a reason to hate another, it's such a waste- even if you seem a bit more on the cocky side. Then again? Who am I to judge?"
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Post by Quinn on Aug 6, 2016 2:41:17 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me, hound," he said, "if I wanted you dead, I would already have you killed. Too many people you know answer to me in some form of manner. And I didn't help you. One of my connections, whom of which you know, asked a favor and I gave it to him. In turn, he gives me information that many of that you answer to would die to know." It was obvious that Alder wasn't going to just open up to her.
"I'm here to warn you about myself. It's arrogant, but you have a few options here," he motioned with his hand, causing ancient sigils to light up all along the walls. "You join me, or you die. And trust me, sweetest, you won't be turning into the woman that War likes to assume that you will. These sigils will zone out your soul and send it direct to one of my friends who's already too used to running from the likes of War to be too burdened by his immortal ass. They will also prevent him from entering here without permission. My permission. From my own lips." He smirked. "Oh, I can't do this. I'm not strong enough to prevent a god from touching your soul. I'm not strong enough to prevent you from fulfilling whatever gods forsaken duty that your soul is supposed to do after your mortal body passes. You may think that...but you're wrong." The man behind Azalea began to shake, and the gun clattered to the floor. Blood began to poor from his eyes and nostrils, then he fell. "Useless," Alder sighed. "Gods tend to think they're crafty, but you know what? Humans are smart. You know this, even if you're nothing more than a shit little shifter from a family that presumes to be more than they are."
Two chairs manifested, one behind Alder and one behind Azalea. The corpse vanished, and Amaranth was no where to be found. To be honest...the room didn't feel the same. Not sense the man behind Azalea started having a seizure. The sigils still shined on the walls. Alder sat, tipping his seat back on two legs. Before Azalea could even sit, he began to talk.
"I was born a little shit. Not much to my name, and hell, I couldn't even walk. I was barely alive. Given the medicine at the time, I'm sure that I should have died. I was nothing more than a poor excuse of an existence. My mother was a bitch and a whore. Spent her nights fucking a priest, and when war came, she was quick to give me up to the same ass that was pounding her stupid. They thought that it was funny to take my heart." He scoffed. "I thought it was funny to rip out his throat."
"Truth be told, I was born a demigod. My mother was incapable of carrying that kind of burden, and that resulted in me being a stupid little shit. I didn't know this until I died. And, when I did just that, I decided to forsake my godship to fuck over everyone that ever thought to step on my existence." As Alder spoke, images flickered along the walls. "I killed every single soul in that village, and then destroyed every last enemy that caused me to die in the first place. Every single fucking person that opposed me either burned or was torn limb from limb. Every. Last. Fucking. One. Of. Them."
"It wasn't until a few thousand years passed that I realized that I might have overreacted. As is the curse of what you want to become, though. You're going to forsake what your mind comprehends as home and forge a new one. You, however, don't realize what you're forsaking. Your pack, your family, your friends, and most of all Lily. And if I was a Goddess of Divine Vengeance...well, sadly, I don't think that I would allow you to step into a reality the required you to either force change or die. So," he leaned back again, obviously using some form of telekinesis to keep his chair balanced, "I offer you a middle ground. You serve under me, a free woman, and I will shatter every last connection you have with War. If you deny, you die. That's your deal."
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