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[nova ♥]

If you came to conquer,
you'll be king for a day

A ghost; he fit perfectly well within the burnt, ashen trees of the once-beautiful forest. A terror; his body flitted in and out of the trunks as he ran swiftly to wherever he pleased, a nomad at heart. A monster; his large, black frame was terrifying to see at a glance, and antagonistic to see at full sight.

Monster. It suited him well, so to say. His heart had been shattered by helplessly observing his mother thrash and claw upon the forest grounds, dying before him. His eyes had grown cold and harsh over the years, quickly evaporating any thoughts that Tocho could possibly be nice, or have an ounce of love left in him. His teeth, although white as snow at the present time, were usually covered in warm, luscious red blood that he slaughtered for himself. Yes, he was indeed a monster. And he blamed it all on his brother, Tronxx... who, ironically, was virtually blameless.

"Brother!" was the word that was spat from Tocho's maw as the thought flashed through his mind. His eyes grew frenzied, wild, for just an instant, as he ran circles and squares and pentagons throughout the Iye Forest. This time, without words, Tocho reprimanded himself. He is no brother of mine. For Tronxx had betrayed him, in his yellow eyes. He had not felt the same over their beloved mother's death. No, Tronxx had tried to be understanding, and step in for Kai (their mother), to take care of Tocho. It had enraged him. Why couldn't his brother, whom had been attached to him physically and mentally, not feel the same? Not feel his woe?

A new rage coursed through the devilish black nomad as he raced against what seemed to be his own past. His ears were flat against his nape, eyes teeming with cold, hellish emotions, and mouth seething with froth at the thought of being able to sink them into anything... anything to get rid of these thoughts of his, just temporarily. Anything...

But you too will deteriorate,
and quickly fade away.

Directed to: Anyone!
Word Count: 338
Comments: I just bought Ghost for him from the market, which makes him unable to be heard.

[Mayhem]

Draven had managed to sneak away from his entire pack for a while. Honestly they were all driving the young male bonkers. All he wanted was time to clear his head without the drama of being in a pack. The rather large seven month old made his way through the once beautiful area. He had not witnessed the actual fire himself, rather had been told about it from his packmates. Draven never cared much for nature... he was more of a destructive little being. He accepted the fact that everything had to die eventually, which made his own death seem less eventful. Draven did not fear much because of this. If he was going to die he was going to die. As he walked through the dead area, the voice in his head chimed in once more. 'So... what exactly is the point of this little jaunt master?' the voice taunted as Draven continued to walk. "Must their be a reason for everything, cant I just walk because I want to?" he replied to the voice that seemed to dominate his mind more and more these days. Draven was somewhat surprised when the voice didnt chime back with a smart ass comment, and as he was about to give a sigh of relief, the bastard had to speak. 'If your looking for a reason to waste time. You could be doing so much more with your precious time, such as training, so that you can take down whoever you like in adulthood you fool.' the hissing sound of the voice made his auds pin.

"Why cant you just leave me alone." he muttered with a low growl as he continued on about his way. The young male sighed as he just continued to walk, lost in his own thoughts. Draven began thinking about Cye, someone who he hardly ever really pondered about anymore. Cye had been his brother, his best friend, and he missed him like crazy. Cye only had one eye, by far the one thing Draven remembered most. Their was so much guilt that surround their relationship. Draven had been unable to help his younger sibling when he got sick. Draven was never quite sure what had infected him but the one thing he did know was that it had caused him to foam, snarl, and loose control of most of his body functions. 'stop it you fool, stop seeking pain you idiot... do you want to end up like him? ' the voce taunted. the voice always seemed to want to taunt him when he was down on himself. "Leave me alone!" Draven shouted at the voice, before he took off running.

[nova ♥]

If you came to conquer,
you'll be king for a day

As soon as the little pup's voice drifted through the singed trees, the devil's keen ears picked them up. His coal black lips were quickly drawn back over his fangs, a menacing snarl ripping through his throat. Just his luck... a throat to rip apart to appease himself of his personal hell. The despairing yowl that he so quickly heard was high-pitched, young... even better. An excited, fanatic glint of malice spread into Tocho's bright yellow eyes, his large hindpaws propelling him farther than he had been travelling before. Trees rushed past him, blurring at the very corners of his eyes. His ears blew back in the wind, and his tail was held high, exalted in the oncoming rush of a frenzy.

The scent of another wolf hit him unexpectedly. Yet, other wolves no longer had that wolfish, natural scent to hiim anymore. They bore the scent of blood, of revenge. Revenge on anything that was even relateable to what caused him so much pain as a mere pup. The sight of a multi-colored gray, black, and white pup with a seemingly masked face came into Tocho's red-tinted view quickly. He licked his chops, expecting the best, denying the worst. The pup before him seemed to be at war with the world. As he was. But although they seemed to have at least one thing in common at first sight, Tocho knew nothing of remorse, of pity. His life was lead by Aetherpack's nemesis. The devil, perhaps.

Knowing he wasn't able to be heard because of his ultra-toned nomad powers, Tocho swiftly semi-circled around the lone young male before him. And just as suddenly, he striked, his teeth snapping purposefully inches from the pup's muzzle, seeming to come out of nothing but air. Tocho's belly skimmed the earth as he stalked tauntingly around Draven, his ears flat against his brown, black and red nape, his yellow eyes glinting as if a thousand haunted souls were behind them. His teeth were bared in a feral snarl, tail lashing back and forth. "Why hello there, pup." His voice was lethal, slithering out from his maw like a snake. He spat the word pup, intentionally trying to mess with the young Pack wolf's mind. No one would like being called a pup when they were old enough to wander alone.

But you too will deteriorate,
and quickly fade away.

Directed to: Draven as Draven
Word Count: 387
Comments: Mwuahahahaha!

[Mayhem]

Draven let out a terrified yelp when the dark brute came out of no where and snapped a few inches from his face. His auds pinned back and he slunk to the ground backing away, sure terror in his little orbs. He had been jumped unexpectedly and acted like most young wolves would, submissive. His tail shot between his legs faster that ever before and he shunned his face away from the wolf who was now taunting him. 'what the fuck are you doing.' boomed the voice inside his craina. The voice never cared for moments like these, and often had a harsher, more pressing tone. 'stop being a puss, stand up for yourself damnit.' the voice encouraged. This voice was what kept Draven alive for so long. It always gave him the right card to play, the smart remarks, and the push he needed to get stronger. Almost as if some sudden courage had over taken him, Draven lept upon his mitts. His body growing rigid, as his hair began to rise from his nape to his tail, causing him to look twice the size he was before in mere seconds. Dravens auds now pinned in an aggressive manner as his banner struck out rigidly straight. His eyes locked on the other male coldly, as his lips slowly peeled back revealing the almost frightening white teeth of a younger wolf. A rather impressive snarl following as he challenged the male back. Draven was not going to let his puppy instincts rule him anymore, this brute would leave him alone, or he would give him atleast a scar for his troubles.

Draven was now hiding his fear and uncertianty well. He was a member of Vale, and well he needed to represent the notorious pack well. When the wolf spoke, his voice seemed lethal, and poisonous as he called Draven a pup. He smirked wickedly at the comment. "That I am." was his only reply as he watched the male, prepared to dash out of his way if he attempted to attack. That was one perk to being smaller, and younger... Draven was faster. Powerless at the moment yes, but boy could he move, and fit into places this male had no chance of squeezing. "You'd be wise not to forget that." Draven taunted back. The wolf would be naive to think the young pup could not out manuever him in a chase. Draven could easily slink into a small whole, in which the brutes massive crania would not even be able to fit through. 'Thats it, pup... toy with his mind.' the voice praised Draven.

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[nova ♥]

If you came to conquer,
you'll be king for a day

The black, eerily yellow-eyed devil slunk around the little pup as if he were a wounded duck, licking his saber chops with that bright pink tongue of his. Tocho's gaze was intent upon his unlucky company, and his tail swept the forest floor, just the midnight tips of his banner brushing the crackling leaves on the ground. "Tut tut, little one, you risk your life speaking so." A ghostly smile flitted across the nomad brute's ashen lips as he continued his circle around the defiant little Pack jewel. Just as suddenly as he had appeared out of thin air - with the help of his ghosting paws - Tocho stopped suddenly, and abruptly swung his massive, well-built frame to a sitting position. He was now staring crazily at his mutts, the silver-looking claws glinting in the shadows. "Oh, lucky you, though - today I've decided not to waste my time on petty prey." His freaky eyes flashed towards Draven once more. Taken, most wolves eyes were yellow, but Tocho's were unusually so, practically taunting, really. Shining with his fake insanity, which was really just his honest lust for any creature's crimson life blood. He had absolutely no regret within him, just a frenzied, one-sided determination to destroy lives, as his had been destroyed.

After staring openly at the bristling rebel, he took up his perfect circular trek, this time inching closer and closer until he could almost feel the pup's quivering heart. It made him salivate, but only for a mere moment or two before he gained control of himself once more. A sly smile tainted his features - which were actually quite handsome if you'd look past the horror of his size - and Tocho crooned menacingly, "But that doesn't mean I can't play with you, hmm?" I swear, no wolf's vocals could come any closer to a feline's purr as the black brute did just then. And with that closing note, he hastily swiped his outstretched, gigantic paw out and underneath all four of the pup's legs, which were oh so small compared to his own stilts, stifling an evil chuckle of his own as he coiled his sinewy muscles to pounce upon the pup once he was laid flat out on the ground underneath him.

But you too will deteriorate,
and quickly fade away.

Directed to: Mayhem's Draven
Word Count: 378
Comments: Hope you don't mind that tiny little power-play x(

[Mayhem]

Draven chuckled at the brute, mocking him pratically. For a pup his size, you had to admit he had some balls. If Draven was going to get himself killed, it would be in an arrogant manner. Sure he naturally feared this brute that had caught him off guard, but now he was begining to relax in the shadow of the towering brute. Well maybe not relax, but float into a state of indifference. Draven licked his chops as the brute stared at him. Had been a long time since his slender little teeth had penetrated wolf flesh. of course, he had never tasted living. He snarled once more, his pint size body not budging. Sure it would have been wise of him to run, but as his eyes sneakly scanned there was no crevice to seek refuge in. To attempt to out run this massive black brute would be even more foolish then attempting to stand up to him now. "Oh shut it with your taunts, if your going to kill me, kill me already." he rolled his eyes in a bored fahion. What was with these over cocky nomads and their need for speeches? Draven would never taunt his food, so why was this brute taunting his. He knew the brute was looking at him with the intent to spill a little of his savory sauce, and well this amused him. He had not seen a look like that since he had been in the company of his mother too many moons ago. She always reaked of the foul odor of their own kind, and well it was a comforting scent to say the least.

Again the brute spoke, and again he was telling Draven things he did not care to here. He showed this by rolling his little orbs once more. Foolish brute, he wasnt going to unnerve Draven with his words, no.. actually he was begining to rather bored. Draven's eyes grew wide.. did that wolf seriously just purr at him? What the fuck man.. now that creeped Draven out just a tad. He had never heard such a sound come from a wolf, it was oddly unnerving as well as fascinating. Before Draven knew it the son of a bitch had tried to knock him off his pistons. Draven attempted to jump up and away from the dark claws, however, the black bastard managed to get his left back leg, sending him crashing against the ground. Before he even had time to blink the brute was ontop of him, fowl breath attacking his nostrils. Draven chuclkled. "Didnt your mama ever tell you not to play with your food." he said before attempting to jam his back claws as hard as he could into the brute stomach, a mere distraction of Dravens, as his real intention was to attempt to snap the brute tender upper lip, and not let go...

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[nova ♥]

Do you still want to have this thread, May? If you do, I'll reply by tomorrow or the next day. If not, I'll move it to the crypts.