Post by Sinneh on Dec 7, 2010 20:36:04 GMT -5
The cool colors that painted the sky was a clear sign that the afternoon was coming to a close, and soon the land would be kept in the cold serenity of night in the reserve, right smack dab in the heart of the forest. The temperature was colder than usual, probably because of the cold front, but D’Alerinan was moderately comfortable in the 60 degree weather, the small breezes blocked by the thick trees. He sat on the grass, leaning against a tree, dressed in his usual pair of dark jeans-a nice fit and durable for what he needed, but with the look of money to show he indeed had it. Charcoal gray button-down was stylishly tucked into those jeans, and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows to show off muscled forearms as well as the biceps when he moved just right. Head held with pride, he was quite strikingly statuesque even while like that, simply twirling the 8 inch military issue combat knife in his hand. Finally he stopped, handsome face turning slightly to look at his project, a smirk playing on the corner of his full lips. The ball of fur curled up by his side was that of his puppy; Takeshi, a purebred German Shepherd dog, larger than what would be expected at his age around 6 months old and beautifully colored black && red, eyes dark but with a ring of molten orange amber surrounding the pupil. He was indeed sleeping, full winter coat, not to mention his master, keeping him plenty warm.
“Change your mind yet or is that all?” The husky baritone flowed out smoothly, malicious and warm, dark humor glinting in the royal blue depths, outlined in black. The man gasped, back into consciousness at that all too familiar voice. A ragged breath and he was back to whimpering, sagging against the tree where he was bound. The man was young, maybe mid twenties, blonde haired and brown eyed of average build. Nothing too special- if it wasn’t for what lay beneath the surface. He was a Thief, a member of the opposing guild, and had been stalking his sister, who in fact told her brother who had acted upon it. It wasn’t like she needed someone to do her dirty work, but she had had other plans that night and Dare needed to continue training with his pup.
And so here they were. The thief was bound by barbed wire to the tree, but the inch he’d been suspended didn’t exist anymore since he’d cut himself enough to be standing on his own two feet. The only clothing he wore were the tattered remains of his shirt and torn & ragged boxers. He was covered in a mixture of blood, dirt, sweat and grime, flesh wounds open and oozing and quite a few infected that stank, and where he wasn’t open he was torn, cut, sliced, punctured, ripped and certainly bruised. They’d sure done a number on him, but rather than go any further into detail, let’s just cut off where he’d been here for a good week and a half. With D’Alerian.
He wasn’t too into the psychological torture, but he still knew enough about it. He knew pretty much everything about little Dave here now, probably more than he would’ve liked but ah well. The first few days was really the only torture, and that was when Dare got all he needed to know. Simple stuff really; who he was, why he was doing what he was doing, what he knew, blah blah blah. The only interesting thing was that he intended on selling his secret and body to some anthropologists whose attention had been directed towards Shelpey a few times over the years. With no intent on letting him live, Dare had decided to begin his training with Takeshi. He still wasn’t Tenma level, not even close, but he could walk the junkyard without caution of anyone except Tenma himself and Roscoe, dog-wise, and then maybe a few of the huger meaner dogs that kept in groups. But where Keshi might fail physically against them he had them beat psychologically. Growing up as he did and who he did he’d been conditioned to be prepared to fight to the death- without hesitancy and without stop, a thing which many of the junkyard dogs didn’t want to do. Of course they fought, but not always to kill.
Dare stood, dusting off his jeans and stretching, back popping and him groaning with the release. Fully 6’8, he flicked his dark hair to the side, chin- length and full. His posture was quite regal, statuesque, chiseled and motionless like a sculpted masterpiece made by the hand of God himself. That’s probably what Dying Dave here though he was- a sadistic, cruel Angel of Death. Or maybe just the devil himself, handsome devil hah. With no answer the smirk broadened and he strode over to the again unconscious man. “Shame, wished you’d lasted longer…” he said remorsefully. He loosened the wires, and then by the remains of his shirt he yanked the man the rest of the way out of the wire, bringing him back into reality. He saw the knife and went into hysterics, but before anything other than the wild look and breathing pattern change could occur, the assassin shoved the knife into the side of the man’s neck, and then pulled forward, nearly decapitating him. He’d cut through pretty much everything except the spine itself. Limp and utterly lifeless, he let the body drop with a thud. “Kesh, c’mon bud. I wanna hit at least one club tonight so best be headin’ to clean up at the bar.” He drawled loosely. He called a friend of his to deal with the scene- selfish bastard he was- and together he and his dog walked until they hit an old trail. Keshi had spent the entire time with Dave while Dare came and went every 8-14 so hours within that week and a half. Today he’d spent the entire day with the cadaver, and so a hot shower and a little fun was on the agenda.
After maybe an hour or so he was on the main trail, only a few more miles from the road where he’d parked his Kawasaki. Wonder who he’d meet until then, or what would happen. It was Shelpey after all, whoever knew? He’d go report to Rohjyx or Roscoe later tomorrow or something.
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Finally bored enough to write a rant post lol
Character: D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis && Takeshi
Words: 1078-ish, will prolly cut down to half of that max for replies after this though xP
Muse:OVER 9,000 Fully charged
Open To: Anyone, 1-3 people
Notes: Just Dare finishing up somethin' walking around with Keshi..At dusk..
Oddly enough I was listening to happy techno while I wrote this.
“Change your mind yet or is that all?” The husky baritone flowed out smoothly, malicious and warm, dark humor glinting in the royal blue depths, outlined in black. The man gasped, back into consciousness at that all too familiar voice. A ragged breath and he was back to whimpering, sagging against the tree where he was bound. The man was young, maybe mid twenties, blonde haired and brown eyed of average build. Nothing too special- if it wasn’t for what lay beneath the surface. He was a Thief, a member of the opposing guild, and had been stalking his sister, who in fact told her brother who had acted upon it. It wasn’t like she needed someone to do her dirty work, but she had had other plans that night and Dare needed to continue training with his pup.
And so here they were. The thief was bound by barbed wire to the tree, but the inch he’d been suspended didn’t exist anymore since he’d cut himself enough to be standing on his own two feet. The only clothing he wore were the tattered remains of his shirt and torn & ragged boxers. He was covered in a mixture of blood, dirt, sweat and grime, flesh wounds open and oozing and quite a few infected that stank, and where he wasn’t open he was torn, cut, sliced, punctured, ripped and certainly bruised. They’d sure done a number on him, but rather than go any further into detail, let’s just cut off where he’d been here for a good week and a half. With D’Alerian.
He wasn’t too into the psychological torture, but he still knew enough about it. He knew pretty much everything about little Dave here now, probably more than he would’ve liked but ah well. The first few days was really the only torture, and that was when Dare got all he needed to know. Simple stuff really; who he was, why he was doing what he was doing, what he knew, blah blah blah. The only interesting thing was that he intended on selling his secret and body to some anthropologists whose attention had been directed towards Shelpey a few times over the years. With no intent on letting him live, Dare had decided to begin his training with Takeshi. He still wasn’t Tenma level, not even close, but he could walk the junkyard without caution of anyone except Tenma himself and Roscoe, dog-wise, and then maybe a few of the huger meaner dogs that kept in groups. But where Keshi might fail physically against them he had them beat psychologically. Growing up as he did and who he did he’d been conditioned to be prepared to fight to the death- without hesitancy and without stop, a thing which many of the junkyard dogs didn’t want to do. Of course they fought, but not always to kill.
Dare stood, dusting off his jeans and stretching, back popping and him groaning with the release. Fully 6’8, he flicked his dark hair to the side, chin- length and full. His posture was quite regal, statuesque, chiseled and motionless like a sculpted masterpiece made by the hand of God himself. That’s probably what Dying Dave here though he was- a sadistic, cruel Angel of Death. Or maybe just the devil himself, handsome devil hah. With no answer the smirk broadened and he strode over to the again unconscious man. “Shame, wished you’d lasted longer…” he said remorsefully. He loosened the wires, and then by the remains of his shirt he yanked the man the rest of the way out of the wire, bringing him back into reality. He saw the knife and went into hysterics, but before anything other than the wild look and breathing pattern change could occur, the assassin shoved the knife into the side of the man’s neck, and then pulled forward, nearly decapitating him. He’d cut through pretty much everything except the spine itself. Limp and utterly lifeless, he let the body drop with a thud. “Kesh, c’mon bud. I wanna hit at least one club tonight so best be headin’ to clean up at the bar.” He drawled loosely. He called a friend of his to deal with the scene- selfish bastard he was- and together he and his dog walked until they hit an old trail. Keshi had spent the entire time with Dave while Dare came and went every 8-14 so hours within that week and a half. Today he’d spent the entire day with the cadaver, and so a hot shower and a little fun was on the agenda.
After maybe an hour or so he was on the main trail, only a few more miles from the road where he’d parked his Kawasaki. Wonder who he’d meet until then, or what would happen. It was Shelpey after all, whoever knew? He’d go report to Rohjyx or Roscoe later tomorrow or something.
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Finally bored enough to write a rant post lol
Character: D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis && Takeshi
Words: 1078-ish, will prolly cut down to half of that max for replies after this though xP
Muse:
Open To: Anyone, 1-3 people
Notes: Just Dare finishing up somethin' walking around with Keshi..At dusk..
Oddly enough I was listening to happy techno while I wrote this.