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[Creep]

[bg=1a1a1a][atrb=width,383,true][atrb=border,0,true] Crystal fell from the heaven's in a flurry of feather weighted powder, a cruel glimpse of beauty in the face of reality. It peppered the landscape and chilled to the very bones of those existing and striving upon the earth. Created ice that crept along the banks and rivers, even solidified the small puddles indented in to the soil. Everything looked so clean while it was doused in a blanket of white. No mud to dirty the path in which the living walked. No blood to taint the soil beneath their very toes. "It's all a lie." The bitter vocals were accompanied by mistifed breath, the transparent curls of oxygen dancing with the breeze as it drifted away from the muzzle that had birthed it. The creature that hunkered low upon the frozen grass looked as if it had been chewed up and spit out. Several times. Its ears coasted back against the rounded crown of his skull, vibrating softly with the temperature drop as the chilly air swept through it's thin coat of fur. Curled up in the snowy grass, the slush melting to thin strips of water beneath what little heat his body managed to produce, Creep did not look as.. disgusting as usual. His leg was tucked firmly beneath his stomach. The flesh above the knee was still tender and sore, the rest.. well, the rest only existed in the stomach of some hungry beast. Or probably in whatever remains it had shat out shortly after digesting it. Creep did not want to picture where his limb had gotten to. His lips emanated a bitter snarl in the face of the God's responsible for this disgusting weather. If it was just a little bit warmer he would not be stuck in a little ball, trying to contain as much heat as possible while thinking about some bastardy creature shitting out parts of his body. Slouching his shoulders forward, tucking his chin in to the extra scruff that just seemed be floating around at the base of his neck, Creep's one functioning eye flickered across the expanse in search of anyone brave enough to tough out the weather on foot. Granted, most wolves had a winter coat by now and could prance through the snow without a problem.. This one seemed to be flawed, in everything. Life was royally fucking him over and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it but get angry and shout empty curses at the skies. Shifting his weight, letting himself fall further in to his icy grave, the pathetic creature crinkled it's expression until his face was screwed up and warped with wrinkles. "I'm going to die out here, cold and alone! And no one care because you're all fucking assholes!" It was empty. There was no one around to hear his melodramatic words. But at least it made him feel better. To be a complete drama queen, as was one of his better qualities, and just lay it all out there so someone could take the blame if he happened to freeze to death. What a sad, sad sight. Really. "I hope you all rot in Hell! Hellll!" His wailing went up a pitch, accompanied by a guttural hiss that laced each and every individual syllable. But, hey. At least he wasn't acting crazy yet. Or at least, not the scary kind. "So tell me, so tell my why does it have to be this way? Why do things never change?"

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[Vitali]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,316,true][cs=7][bg=301200] The cold winter air clung to her dark brown pelt. White legs nearly invisible in the white snow surrounding them. However her deep chocolate pelt gave her away against the white earth. Lime green eyes pierced through the open land. Long legs carried her slowly, for once. Usually she was at a dead run. Her winter coat made it easy for her to be out here and it not bother her. Being just over a year old, she was almost completely grown. Her build was very small, thin. Which helped with her speed levels. The scent of another caught her attention and she slowed her pace even more. ears perked, nose twitching catching the strangers scent even more. Muscles tensed as she moved closer to the stranger. He was curled up in a ball, trying to keep warm but what she could see. Tilting her head curiously she sighed. She had heard his distant shouts, but ignored them before. "Hello, i'm Vitali." she said softly. Tone gentle, as it always had been and always would be. She kept a safe distance from him, but watched with curious young eyes. "Would you like some help?" she asked him. Honestly concerned, he looked like he was going to freeze to death. -This table is thanks to CASPER-

[Valan]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] It was colder this day than it had been the last and dare he say it, but he was not fond of cold. His coat wasn't as thick as it should be. He supposed it was a natural defect though... As it was, he could feel the shards of paper thin glass water touch his relatively thinly covered shoulders, feel the bits of watery glass sink into his skin like frozen mosquitoes. He shook his head, spraying heavy, visible breath with the sweeps of his mane, smoke that was not smoke wisping between his slightly Clumps of the same ice compacted between his heavy black pads, biting deep in the crevasses of his toes despite the furry guard there. Korso winced as a particularly sharp chunk of ice canted to one side beneath his paw and cause him to lose his balance a moment, jerking his left forepaw out from under him at an odd angle. The dark grey managed to catch himself by splaying his other legs, pulling his foreleg away from the ground, taking weight off it. It stung a little from the unnatural direction it had rolled in and he experimented with the soft buzzing pain, finding it spiked in quantity when he set weight on it. But he could still hobble. Of all the times to be caught out of Darkseid lands with a twisted paw. If Vitali saw him now... No, he wouldn't think about that. Despite being his bodyguard, she was younger than him. And yet fully qualified and allowed and supposed to dote over him when he got himself into to problems both such as personal injury and under more serious circumstances. The Emperor of Darkseid grimaced to himself as he hobbled along, slowly gaining a higher tolerance of the stupid pain in his foot barely worthy of the name. At least he could limp successfully now. And as he neared whatever bloody destination he was nearing, which wasn't much then, he picked up a pair of scents in the snow blasted air. One he recognized all to well and caught himself wince inwardly at it. Vitali. The other was foreign, but this wasn't unusual. He was in the badlands, after all, and even Darkseid welcomed strangers quite happily most of the time. But it was rare to find so many strangers in winter. He arrived on scene to catch the last word or two of Vitali's, inferred she was asking the creature between the grasses, covering in snow. And the figure did indeed look as if in need of help. But there was something about hims that told Korso he might not want the kind of help they could give him. "Are you both alright?" A horrible ironic question, considering he himself was standing there on three and a half legs. But he'd set the injured paw down so many Vitali wouldn't notice. He didn't want her to worry about him more that she would need to as her job worsened. So speaks the lord of the West

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[Creep]

[bg=1a1a1a][atrb=width,383,true][atrb=border,0,true] The monstrosity's solitary eye slithered over the surface of the hills and latched on to the female's form as it approached, like a leech to flesh. She was still young, he concluded, merely by the way she carried herself, and eventually, spoke very lightly about the situation to a stranger. Her scent, however, was not lonesome, which signified her as belonging to a pack. Hell if he knew which one though. He was very new to these territories, following a lost scent. Nothing was familiar, including this dashing little critter. It placed a thin smile on his muzzle as she offered him aid, making his Cheshire markings stretch further up his face. "Aren't you a sweetheart." His voiced was honeyed, too sweet to be sincere. His eyes held the gleam of a predator. Any 'woe is me's' had long been forgotten, the beast suddenly hungry for a little mischief. Creep was dangerous in the aspect that his mood could switch in mere seconds, like some fucker switching a flick in his brain. The gears were spinning backwards now, falling out of place. Utter chaos was going on somewhere beneath the exterior of his skull, and the only showings were a wicked grin dancing over his features and a laugh far too complex for the vocals of a wolf. If his species hadn't been recognizable by the sharp fangs that slid below his upper lip and in to sight against the opaque fur around his mouth, the bird-like chirping was enough to give him away. His forked tongue slithered between a gap in his jaws that wasn't even visible, tasting the air in fluttering, quick jerks. It delved back inside it's cavern when her essence was sickeningly sweet, oozing in to the pores inside his mouth. Creep was not a cannibal, but he liked the taste of blood. Something inside of him clicked when there was young prey about, and this creature, standing so innocently in front of him, was just too tempting. Now don't go thinking dirty thoughts either. He is no rapist, and merely toys with his victims, makes them drip their sweet, satisfying nectar, and promptly lets them go when he's had enough, or becomes bored. However. His fantasies were foiled when another scent flooded his nostrils. This one male and much more adult. His gaze turned on the silver candid in anger and angst. He smelled the same as the young thing. Both of the same pack. They had ties, he realized. There was no words able to express how disappointed he felt then, and with a gentle twitch of his large funnels, the lanky creature shifted it's weight and slowly elevated it's posture. First his front legs, stretched forward, his pads digging in to the ground beneath the snow as he heft his backside up on to the one remaining hind. The other, missing from the knee down, oozed fluids darker than blood and too transparent to be anything thicker than such. He payed no mind as the substances splattered across the snow, fouling the crisp air with the scent of rot and decay. Creep was used to it, but he was assuming these two were not. That brought another chiding grin to his slender maw, this time his teeth glinting in the light of the afternoon, his curved canines shimmering abnormally, as if emphasizing that they were there. "Alright? It depends what you mean by that. Perhaps you could elaborate, since there are many definitions of that word. If you are asking if I'm physically okay, well.. I'm sure you have your answer by now. If you mean to inquire about my emotional state, my mind is a complete fuck fest. If you mean to question my mentality.." His eye shone with a new light, something sinister lurking just beneath the innocent baby blue, "Then you are in trouble if you can't already tell my standing. But if you mean altogether, in one quaint little summary, I'm freezing my fucking ass off, I'm hungry, and your lovely little pack mate smells delicious." That seemed like a good way to wrap things up. Creep was a professional at introductions. "So tell me, so tell my why does it have to be this way? Why do things never change?"

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[Vitali]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,316,true][cs=7][bg=301200] Muscles tensed as she looked down at the stranger. He seemed like he was about freezing to death, no winter coat? That was what it looked like. Smiling softly at him as he commented on her, she looked away shyly. Ears flicking back, nervously. Being generally shy and timid she thought lowly of herself. And thought she deserved every bad thing that ever happened to her. It was a shame really, but she didn't mind it. Shifting her weight, she turned her head back towards Korso has he approached. She looked at his leg suspiciously. Being his personal body guard she moved back by his side. Mind racing, wondering if he was the one that was alright. "I'm fine, now stop worrying, thats my job" she told him with a playful grin. Stiffening by his side, she held the pose a guard would. Watching the male pull himself to his feet, she nodded to him. Acting more professional with Korso around. Tail flicked, relaxed behind her. Vitali listened to the strangers words, green eyes watching him cautiously. Smirking at him, however as his next words came of her she frowned. Looking to Korso, she tried not to show her unsure emotions. Shaking out her pelt nervously, she stayed where she was. Swallowing her fears. Vit growled lightly at the male, giving him his warning. She did not want others to fight her battles for her. "Too bad you'll never get your taste, huh?" she teased.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] He decided upon contact, that he did not much like the sinister maned wolf before him. His words were not polite in any way, but his actions up to this point were suitable. And actions counted a lot. He studied the horns atop the male's head, trying to recall what sort of species had such violent and mundane objects of war on their forehead. But there were too many for him to think up a good match. So he left it. He found the creature's response...amusing. Which was odd, considering all the vulgar comments and sadistic wording, not to mention rudeness. But to him, it was still amusing. This in itself sickened him, that he could find humor in such grotesque fantasies as this wolf seemed to hold. He felt the urge to take a bath, even knowing no physical cleansing would work. And likely, this was exactly what the beast wished of it's onlookers. "I mean to question your mentality," he deadpanned. It was rather obvious, all that this wolf had said, but civility begged one ask a being's personal opinion, not simply assume. Korso did, however, wish he perhaps hadn't said anything, merely for the gained comment about how much this male wanted his bodyguard. "Unfortunately, I do not take well to cannibalism, especially of Darkseid pack members." The slate grey lord seated himself gingerly, glad not to have to use his foreleg, glad Vitali hadn't said anything. Though, seeing as she was female, she would likely bring it up later to bother him about it. He hoped she just wouldn't treat him like a pup who couldn't take care of himself, no matter how true that statement was. "Your job, huh?" he mused, humor tinting his vocals as he leaned backward a little. He still found it rather amusing that the wolf employed to protect him was smaller than he was. But she was capable. Not in the lease judging by her own words. So speaks the lord of the West

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