Devil's symphony (Ryz)

[SAGE™]

I didn't like this. The wasteland was so big and so awful smelling. My paws were afraid to touch the ground, and I could have sworn I heard a ghost screaming. It only raised my suspicion, but I had to let it go. I was stronger than that! I'm the strongest pup in the world! Anyone can see that. I felt a smile play my lips at the thought, and chuckled right after it. I am the strongest pup in these lands! Hell, in Traum!

I felt my paws carry me anywhere I didn't know, and found my curious eyes gazing with envy. These weren't so bad... Besides the cursing ghosts and awful scent. I felt my paws now halt, and my eyes grazed the land. Filth... That was the most.. Obvious thing I saw.

I lifted my head to the sky, and watched the gray clouds pas me by, and snow began to fall. I jumped up with excitement. One: The snow! Two: It would cover the ugly lands, and three: Snow! I stopped jumping, and looked around, feeling someone who didn't belong. It could just be a ghost, but I didn't know!

[† §arabi]

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An ominous set of nearly pitched clouds had rolled over the lands, placing the world into a dim gray haze. The very clouds seemed to have sucked the color out of even the vast wastelands that the Lucifer pack dwell. It was almost like the promise of snow that lay within the dark clouds wiped all signs of life and vibrancy from land around her. The once reddish lands were dull in color, almost brown with an orange tint, not the almost red that she had walked into weeks before, where dust clung to pale fur and stained, as if it were blood. The vastness made the world of this domain almost lifeless, empty, and completely lonely.

She didn't know why she was here, and nothing truly drew her to this spot save fore the undying need to keep watch. She was a Vory through and through, and no amount of time and loneliness ever really wiped away ones skills or training. Or their paranoia. Yet there she stood, in the middle of this deserted place and staring beyond the outskirts. She often wondered if the bastard Solokov would dare step past those boundaries, if his idiotic bravery would send him straight unto hell and deliver him to her, just so she could rip out his throat. It was a nice dream, at least to her, but she knew better. The bastard was insane, but he was calculating and not entirely unintelligent. Though she wished. Yet despite the fact, if he knew she were alive, that he thought she was, he was highly mistaken. She was not a fool, or was she completely driven by the need to tear him apart. She wouldn't seek him out until they were ready, until Kirill gave the word.

Her pale almost icy blue eyes peered upwards towards the ominous sky. The clouds were a swirling mixture of light and dark. She could tell they were heavy with moisture, and it was long before that thought was finished that the clouds made their promise true. She blinked, startled as she stared, watching the small little snowflakes fall from the sky above. Kiska hated this place, not because it was a wasteland, but because she missed Russia, her home, the mountains and snow and abundance of trees. She missed the forests of her home and longed, despite the need for vengeance, to go home with her cousin and never have to be within such a desert again. Though the clouds had clearly spoke of snow, she hadn't truly believed these lands would permit it. She was only thankful that she would be able to see the world covered by powdery frost, much like her Russian winters.

Her pale gray and white coat stood out against the brownish sands that were slowly beginning to be covered by little icy droplets. She was like a white dot in a sea of earthen tones, undeniably vulnerable to ones sight. She didn't mind, really. She kind of hoped she would be found, well, at least by her cousin, or by Sinmar, her personal protector. She felt she should have been angry that Kirill would send His second in command after her, to watch her like a hawk and protect her from the world. Kiska may have been small, dainty, but she was a force to be reckoned with. She was easily misunderstood when it came to battle, and others assumed that they could take her down with hardly a fight. How very wrong they were indeed. She may have been small, petite, but she was quick, and smart and faster than those of a larger size. The only one she had never been able to best was Kirill, but she knew, eventually, that with her determination and sheer will, she'd be able to at least once, even if it was sheer luck.

The thought of sparring with her cousin had a small ghost of a smile filtering across her wolven lips. Yet even that show of emotion didn't last long as movement caught her attention and had her jerking to the side. Hackles rose along her neck and spine as a low snarl ripped from the depths of her feminine vocals. Lips twitched slightly, revealing those pearly whites as her vibrantly colored blue eyes locked onto the stranger. Kiska had only just reunited with her cousin a couple weeks past, and though she was still fairly new within the Lucifer lands, she was well informed on those who lived under her cousins rule. This wolf had never been seen before.

”Who in gods name are you?!” She snapped, shouting across the distance that still lay between them. She felt her claws dig into the dirt that was quickly becoming eaten by the falling snow. Her hackles still raise and her teeth were partly bared. She wondered, for a moment if she'd mistaken the sight of this wolf. Had Kirill accepted another soul without informing her or Sinmar? And where, by the will of god was Sinamr anyway? She had become well used to spending her days at his side. She would often leave the pack lands just because she knew he would show up within moments of her passing over the boundaries. But she hadn't passed them, no she wasn't even near them, yet she felt a moment of disappointment before he paws seemed to move all on their own.

”I've never seen your face before... tell me your name.” she said, her voice a little less loud as she drew closer her eyes locked onto the form of the other as she moved. Hackles still raised. Her voice alone, despite the authoritative sound laced within was feminine, and strong, and almost musical despite the Russian accent that thickened with emotion. Kiska paused ten yards away from the brute, front paws slightly apart, as if she was getting ready to launch herself forwards. Kiska was indeed very paranoid, and unless this wolf proved he was not part of the Solokov's band of imbeciles, she wasn't going to allow him to leave unscathed.

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[❦Mufasa❦]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=C5C5C5] I sauntered through the lands, my darkness surrounding me like a cloak, a shroud against the ugly wasteland that stood before me. But suitable for a wolf with a demeanor such as myself. I often was portrayed as the mysterious bad boy, the one that you would fall for, and who would catch you, but dump you back onto the ground in a few months time. Snow fell around me in a white blanket, covering my dark pelt with the light flakes that soon melted and left my fur wet and droopy. Snorting, I shook myself, as if to fluff it out against the wet, bone-chilling cold that soon seeped through my veins as the snow fell more quickly. The white icy pellets quickly covered the dusty, brownish-orange ground, and slowly but surely, no more dry dust puffed up in clouds to cover my belly fur and paws, I gazed down at my feet, which had been turned a pale brown colour, lighter than my eyes, which seemed to bore into the surroundings, as if daring someone to find me. Pausing as a breeze swept through the area, my nostrils flared as I inhaled the scents around me. I could smell the dust, the few blades of wispy, dried brown grass and the lingering scent of other wolves. Some of these scents were fresher, and two really stood out to me. My head swiveled in that direction, wondering if they were still there. Rising up from the sitting position I had sunken into as I took in the surroundings, I padded off at a slow, quiet jog, the fur on my back swaying side to side as gusts of wind from the heavy grey clouds above me shook the Earth. The clouds had cast a shadow over this place, making it much darker than what one would assume it to be. Heavy with moisture, the snowflakes slowly grew in their sizing, falling faster and heavier as I moved closer and closer to those two extremely fresh scents, which were fading quickly as the snow's moisture washed away all traces of pawprints in the dust or any other means of tracking. I picked up my pace a bit, desperate for a bit of company, perhaps some idle chitchat. Ever since I had left my family, I had a sense of loss, like someone other than my mother and my father were missing. That little black pup that I saw so frequently in my dreams. My little brother? My little sister? Maybe I would never know, but as promised to wolves so many times over, Ryziekel Bain was never one to dwell upon the past. So I would not. Shaking the ill thoughts out of my head, I drew up to see two contrasting colours in the pelts of two unfamiliar wolves, one a white female, and the other a small but obviously wiry black male. The femme had her hackles raised as she shouted across the distance at the little one, whom I would gauge to be little more than a year old at most. Her harsh bark was like a cacophonous ringing to my ears, and my lips pulled back up against my teeth as she moved closer, perhaps to attack, as her hackles were still raised, and the fierce glint that had flashed quickly to her eyes still remained. She stood in a stance that could readily move from offensive to defensive, and I knew that if the kid did not offer a suitable answer, she would try and kill him. Loathing the thought of a fight that I could possibly stop, I walked in to stand next to the little black one, towering over him by a good five inches. My deep bass tones rumbled from deep in my chest as I lowered my head to the white femme in a greeting. "M'lady. I am Ryziekel, of a land far away. I am sure that this one means no harm. He bears no insignia from your 'Order' and does not seem like the type to become a Revolt puppet. Please, do not harm him unless I am proven to be very wrong...which I hope not. For I would look like a fool, which is not something I wish to become in the eyes of someone of an obviously high standard such as yourself." My speech was eloquent and kind, my eyes bore the look of 'I mean no harm.' And this was the truth, no harm did I come to do. I came to find family. And why not find a pack who so well envelopes themselves into darkness as I did? My chocolate brown eyes darted back and forth between the black and the white, the two ends of the spectrum. The assertiveness in the female's voice was definitely something that meant she was not a wolf to be reckoned with. Perhaps the beta female, not the Alphess...no. But the Beta Female was a high possibility. I kept my head lower, as I knew to do in the presence of one with a much higher rank than yourself. And silently, I chanted over and over in my head a prayer that she would not find the fool in me and attack anyway.

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[SAGE™]

Slowly, Razekel glared around the land, and soon found himself with a female. She smelled of the Lucifer Family, and she was quiet the pretty wolf. Razekel straightened, hoping he could have a chance with her. He was a handsome wolf, that should be enough! He smiled, a cocky grin, and dipped his head, despite her words. snickering, he rose. My name is Razekel! What;s your name, beautiful?

[/b] Razekel wiggled his eyebrows, and smiled larger.

Another male came up, by the name of Ryzekiel. Razekel shot daggers at him, and bared his teeth. I don't need you to babysit me![/b] He hissed the words, hoping they would do some damage. You don't very well know what I'll do![/b] Razekel growled.

He looked back to the female, and backed away as she was in an offensive state, sure enough ready to pounce if the need came up. But, I wouldn't dream of harming anything precious to you, mistress.[/b] Razekel smiled warmly, and shook his head. Already, ad only seeing this part of her, Razekel felt a pull to her.

OOC:[/u] Oh shnap!!! Razekel has a crusssssh ;)[/i][/blockquote]

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Audits twitched slightly, rotating back as the sound of fresh snow crunching under ones paws caught her attention. The need to jerk and jump to the side filled her as a wave of fear coursed through her veins. An imaged flashed in her mind, a memory of years past. There had been fresh snow on the ground, and she'd heard the press of paws, light and careful despite the true weight of the beasts that moved so quietly. She heard them outside her den, creeping past without the knowledge what hid beneath the snow and soil. She'd heard them coming before her pack, her family knew they were there, and she couldn't do a damn thing to save them till the army passed. She remembered hushing her pups as they moved at her belly quieting them by laying gently over them to keep the Solokov's from hearing.”

A rush of air escaped her lungs as the images passed, and she managed to hold herself still. She held herself in check, locking her legs just as her head snapped tot he side in time to see the other wolf. Her eyes narrowed, and despite the pale hue of her eyes they seemed alive, bright with fire and frustration, and underneath it, complete and utter relief. The fear that had gripped her quickly washed away as her eyes locked to the new brute as he moved up next to the smaller male. She was quiet a moment, lips having lowered to cover her pearly whites. Yet her hackles remained raised, not lowering an inch as she studied the two carefully, taking in even the minor details.

"M'lady. I am Ryziekel, of a land far away. I am sure that this one means no harm. He bears no insignia from your 'Order' and does not seem like the type to become a Revolt puppet. Please, do not harm him unless I am proven to be very wrong...which I hope not. For I would look like a fool, which is not something I wish to become in the eyes of someone of an obviously high standard such as yourself."

Her ears swiveled forward at this, and a different expression crossed her face, erasing the guarded and angry expression. What played them was a sarcastic smirk, and a look that easily told of her intelligence, caution, and suspicion of everyone, even if they told the truth. ”Oh really? The scum Solokov wouldn't be stupid enough to place an insignia on a spy. Not even I could hope he would be so foolish as to make that kind of mistake. Many things the Solokov's are, but stupidity was not bred in their genes. At least, not this kind.” she snapped, growling deep as her accent thickened with the returning rage. The most stupid thing Dragunov Solokov had ever done was attack and murder her family. It may have taken her nearly five years, but she was back, with Kirill, and she was gonna help him rip the bastards throat out.

She had to admit however, the newcomer was polite, and showed a quality that was an asset to the wolves in Lucifer's. He was willingly protective to one he didn't know. Yet before she could dive deeper into such a thought, for she truly didn't actually believe anyone would be stupid enough to go from the Order to Lucifer's without a death wish, the smaller male spoke, and Kiska was instantly back at attention and glaring at the brute in annoyance.

My name is Razekel! What;s your name, beautiful?
I don't need you to babysit me!
You don't very well know what I'll do!
But, I wouldn't dream of harming anything precious to you, mistress.

Now wasn't he a feisty one? She thought silently, lifting a wolven brow in question, irritation still playing in those baby blues. She wondered for a moment if Razekel actually had a death wish to be hitting on her while she was just about ready to rip out his throat. Wouldn't be the first time but it wasn't a wise choice, for two reason. One, she was Kiska Vory V Zakone, and two, she was not some Fea who fell head over heels at even the slightest compliment. Kiska knew she was beautiful, so hearing it said wasn't actually a surprise, even if many assumed her beauty meant she was stupid. Sometimes she resented it, and honestly, she never did dwell on it, she was a warrior, not a fairy princess. ”You've got balls to say something to someone who's trying to save your sorry ass.” She growled, glaring at him as her mind dwell over certain thoughts and scenarios. She wondered how long it would take for her to leap the short distance and tear at the smaller ones throat before it took the other to realize it was happening. Not that it would have been smart for Ryzekiel to react, she was, after all Kirill's cousin and he would seek vengeance if anything happened to her. The thought alone had an almost cruel smirk slipping across her pretty maw.

”I'm going to temporarily ignore your... antics, Razekel, and your mention of the Order Ryzekiel. Though heaven help me, if you two don't actually know each other, your mothers didn't have much of an imagination when they named you, that or they knew each other. But that's beside the point.

Lets say neither of you are part of the Order, which, if either of you are, I can personally guarantee a very, very agonizing demise at my paw. I, nor Kirill, King of these lands will tolerate such vile parasites within these borders. But enough with that threat. What are you two doing within these lands? Unannounced? Its required to announce your presence at the outskirts, not within that actual borders of this place. A stupid choice on both your part, but lets just say I'm reasonable, and forgive such actions.” she said, her accent seeming less than it had been before, and there was another of her sarcastic smirks playing on her wolven maw.

Slowly she shifted, sitting down and wrapping her bushy plume around her paws. Despite her petite size she seemed larger, at least in theory, due to her very personality. She was now playing the patient listener, a reasonable authoritative figure, in which she only partly was. Kiska, ever since she'd come back was itching for a fight, though she'd rather have picked one with a Solokov. She hadn't yet been allowed to search the island, not without the handsome Sinmar shadowing her step. Though she enjoyed his company more than anyone besides Kirill himself, she wanted nothing more than to meet Dragunov face to face.

The snow fell more quickly, and despite its now heavy flow, she sat unblinking, staring at the two of them as the flakes salted her already pale coat and rested, without melting on the long fur that was made for much harsher winters than this. No snow would melt while her coat was at its full wintery length, which kept her quite warm and toasty while she was sure the other two, by looking at the ones almost drenched coat, were quite cold. And though she was usually even tempered and sweet when she wanted to be, she found a small amount of pleasure and amusement to know she was quite comfortable, and they were possibly not.



(OOC: lol i'm sorry if Kiska offends anyone, she is just being moody lol. And Sage, I just wanted to let you know to keep an eye on your word count. Its supposed to be 200 action words, or thought words as I call them, actual speech isn't included in said word count, or so I am told. Just wanted to give you a heads up deary.)

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[❦Mufasa❦]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=C5C5C5] ”Oh really? The scum Solokov wouldn't be stupid enough to place an insignia on a spy. Not even I could hope he would be so foolish as to make that kind of mistake. Many things the Solokov's are, but stupidity was not bred in their genes. At least, not this kind.” I flinched at her angry words, and my ears flashed backward to pin to my skull. I was not the angry type, but this wolf seemed to have the endless ability to push my buttons. I just prayed she would see past her blinders eventually. But for now I would have to behave, so, stiffly, I lowered my head, and replied, ”I apologize, m’lady, I have just arrived in these parts myself and know little of the background of the packs that reside here, I only know of the whisperings of discord between the Order and Revolt, and the other three packs. I have never seen Solokov, nor do I wish to. I like my pelt upon my back, where it is.” This was not my admittance of the fact that I was weak, it was me acknowledging the obvious knowledge that a leader had to have in order to instill such fear and hatred into the hearts of so many other wolves. Or so it seemed that it would be that way, to me anyway. I know that I would fear such a great, terrible brute deep somewhere inside, if hatred had not consumed me first. But letting hatred consume me is something I try to avoid at all costs, it usually only led to strife. ”I don't need you to babysit me! You don't very well know what I'll do!” I turned to look at the little scrap standing beside me, and I let out a snort. ”And what exactly would you do, a little thing like you? Violence towards others upon pack lands that do not belong to you is a foolish idea, pup. Take what I say to heart and try not to find out the hard way.” I turned away from him and focused my eyes back on the wolf that I considered to be much more dangerous than Razakel, the white Kiska. She was angry, yes, very angry. You could tell that she was about to blow up on poor Razakel. The idiot probably would not learn even after that happened though, unfortunately. I shook my head, sighing slightly, then turned my attention back to Kiska, who was still very…irritated, so it seemed. But then, her attitude changed and it appeared as though she became more sarcastic. I'm going to temporarily ignore your... antics, Razekel, and your mention of the Order Ryzekiel. Though heaven help me, if you two don't actually know each other, your mothers didn't have much of an imagination when they named you, that or they knew each other. But that's beside the point. Lets say neither of you are part of the Order, which, if either of you are, I can personally guarantee a very, very agonizing demise at my paw. I, nor Kirill, King of these lands will tolerate such vile parasites within these borders. But enough with that threat. What are you two doing within these lands? Unannounced? Its required to announce your presence at the outskirts, not within that actual borders of this place. A stupid choice on both your part, but lets just say I'm reasonable, and forgive such actions.” Such a long-winded creature too, my, my. And she acted like I had meant serious insult with my mentioning of the Order, even after apologizing. If this wolf was indeed the Beta Femme, I would have to tread carefully, despite my growing dislike for her obviously direct hatred of the Order, and therefore judgment of whomever was unlucky enough to be caught mentioning their name without having a tone of pure disgust within their lyrics. I had just arrived, after all. A bit of slack should be given, despite the obvious fact that war was about to break out in a full-scale amount, and very soon, if it had not already. ”Parasite? Ma’am, I think you judge too soon. And you misuse your words. Not to mean any disrespect, not towards you nor this Kirill, of course. I came here to seek a place within your family. Just a humble traveler and nothing more. I do not know the norms of this land, so I apologize for my blunder of not announcing my presence. I suppose, as a loner, where I come from, it is fine to pass through as long as you avoid any patrols. And if you were to forgive such actions, m’lady? How would you decide to take care of us? And no, I do not know this…one. Nor did our parents know each other. I would have remembered such a…distinct personality if I had come across it before.” I gave Razakel a certain look, one that even I was not fully able to describe. I had to admit though, there was something about this Razakel that reminded me of someone, but this was not the time to be thinking in the past. I would figure it out later if I were to make it past this point. Now was the time to focus on the white femme, still looking about ready to attack despite the fact that she had changed her temper to a bit more sarcastic and, in all honesty, irritating. She looked quite smug for some reason. I shifted beneath the snow that was swiftly turning my thick black coat to a white, and I lifted my paws to clear them from the snow. The wasteland seemed to come alive as the white patterned flakes fell to meet one another at ground level. It became quite beautiful really, and I know that if I make it past here, and this Kirill, the King, apparently, let me become a part of his family, that I would quite like it here, despite the desolate setting of the place. It felt like a place I could call home. ooc: I am so sorry this took so long!!!! D: I had like, no muse left for such a long time it was awful!

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