Post by Justicar on Jul 8, 2016 15:51:56 GMT -5
Darais was running, not prancing, RUNNING. What was happening now? Where did the young pup go?! Where'd the blind lady go? WHERE'D STINKY GO?! Dar lost everyone again, and like a certain blue fish, he was panicking over his loss. Just keep running. Just keep running. Pads were slamming the blades flat, swiftly weaving through trees and rocks to attempt to get somewhere much faster. Where, where, whe- SLAM! Dar's poor little mind was racing much faster than his feeties it seemed, slamming into a tree face first. He instantly fell on his ass. "OWIE!!!" Well, that knocked the 'maturity' state out of him. Poor face was throbbing, and he placed it gently on the grass and howled into the dirt. The smooth, soft and cool blades, felt nice. He just sat there with his face 'in the sand', so to speak. Ostrich! Whimpers and whines flowed out for a long time. That was going to leave a bruise! What was he doing again? Mind was blank, and he kept his face down as he finally got up. Slowly he started walking forward; face dragging across the emerald blanket of grass.
Justicar had been rather content on her last round of patrol for the while, every so often even this stubborn bitch liked to rest. But not to sleep, there was always something better to be doing than letting down her guard for that long at a time. Nightmares were not welcome here, no thank you. They could go rot with her family- Bad topic. Bad topic, keep it together. Her ears pricked up in sudden alert and she squashed down a rough growl at the scent that she eventually caught- following it with some irritation to just discover that one childish one. Darais? Wasn’t it? Or was it Angel? Feh. Between the constant arguments and the mad ramblings of the junk wolf she couldn't even remember this one’s name, "You there. Angel Darais?" she flinches roughly as neither sound quite right when she says them. And even worse when said together. What is her deal today? This is unlike her. She taps the ground, "There is much more to see up here. I apologize; I don't think we've talked before. Bad timing and all that". She shakes her head softly and flares her nostrils again, and appears to be looking around. "Is your mate around? He's normally with you on the rare occasion his scent shows- uhm. He shows up." she smiles warmly, as if trying to appeal to his more excitable and trusting side. He's her best shot of ever getting through to Holster after all. Surely he'd understand that his mad junk-wolf needed a blighted wash now? How anyone could deal with that all the time. SHE HAD NO BLOODY IDEA. Keeping a bit of distance she leans down playfully for a moment, "We could be friends no?" and part of her feels like a fool for trying, but something about this one needed a different approach from usual.
Holster. Limbs carried about a most joyous canine. A spring to each strengthened extension would be seen as muscles flexed under the disguise of matted fur. Who could have caused such a rare disposition to appear on one who was known to be quite the freak? A canine that was most reputable for chaos? This couldn't be right. A sincere smile? Or, at least Holster attempted such. Slimy lips had hiked upwards in a sneer that he had labelled as a smile, drool leaked from the corners of his blackened flesh. SMILE! It caused sockets to narrow and orbs to lid slightly as his grin was far too high to look comfortable. Quite a smile indeed... If you dared to call it that at all! Today, he was sporting the remanence of rotting fish, a perfume; the stench reeked through each auburn strand- well, the ones that weren't crusty in whatever he had been rolling in. Beautiful! Nasal paths were openly flooded with mucus to make matters more attractive a snot bubble was starting to bloom gloriously as he breathed heavily. So, now to the biggest question! Why this striking display was was even permitted? He was far too pretty for pictures of course! Well, that was because he smelled an angel. A perfect and sweety muffin angel. As usual. Holster ignored the scent and strolled right into... whateverthisplacewas and larynx tightened along with his breath. "HUNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I AM HOME." He wailed- no, well, screamed. Chaps had loosened and that pale tongue dripped from oral cavern. Outcast didn't bother looking over at the queen's personal vagina. No. He was focused on his cuteybabyboy!
Darais was just walking around as he dragged his face around. The cool grass! Oh sweet relief! His face was still throbbing, distractingly so. His blood was rushing around to his face, bruising! Good thing that perfect creamy fur hid his skin. Speaking of, he would need to wash up after this. Why was he running again? Paws slowed instinctively as he sensed someone approaching. However, his nose was slow on the scent, probably because it had smashed into a tree! Attention was slowly brought up as he saw the lady wolf. Did anyone ever say her name? He could not recall it. Angel? Why was everyone calling him that? What the Hell is an ANGEL?! He ignored that, for now, and tilted his head at her slowly. ''Hi!" He cheered, a little too loudly. His earthly triangles slammed against his head as he winced. Oooh, headache too! Haven't talked? Mind raced with brief memories. Oh, he guessed she's right! Most of his memory was filled of that stinky and weird wolf lately. Mate?! Darais's brilliant orbs dulled a little, depression washed over him with ease. Brows knitted slightly, clearly confused. ''I-..i...'' A pout pulled at his leathery chaps, and the tear ducts filled instantly. Eyes watered as he throws back his head and howled loudly. The tone filled with sorrow and woe. It waved, pitching in between despair and guilt. No answer today! Good job Justi! You reminded him why he was so lonely to begin with. Yet, his baying interrupted, no accompanied, by Holster's most cheerful greeting. This slowly shut him, blinking a few times as his emerald pools looked empty. Attention slowly turned to the one who was so cheerful, some recognition flickered and it started his happiness motor again. A faint smile tried to pull at his pearly choppers. The only one who had a faint idea what had happened to Dar's true mate was the young queen. This off toned male, his mate?! He was still morning! He didn't even know stinky's name.
Justicar pushes away the sensation of annoyance when the aforementioned junk-wolf shows up. At the very least he seems to cause less trouble when he is around Darais. So she will allow it for now she supposes, just when she feels she is going to make some leeway- that childish one had cried? Well. To be fair she'd cry too if she was the mate of Holster. The smell alone must be unbearable she supposes, "My mistake? He seems enamored with you." and she vaguely eyes him due to the reaction that had been dragged out. And then the entrance that Holster makes around him, "Did i have it right. Darais? Least' tell me I had the name right. I'm getting old I suppose." she chuckles lightly and shakes her head and offers a vague nod to the junk-wolf, "Hello Holster. Enjoying the chaos of the day as usual?" she lightly jokes- seeing no need to be rude for now. He wasn't causing any problems when he was with his - not mate? That had to be fake but okay. Scratching her claws in the ground for a moment she makes a faint mark, just to let out a moment of frustration in a seemingly random way. Gotta try to seem happy to see both of them. Can't let the childish one realize that her mild distaste towards Holster is real, if both got to be a nuisance... Ugh she dreads to even consider the notion. Her mind begins to wander about other more interesting concepts, like convincing Darais to tip Holster into the lake. But perhaps she'd need to work on that another time.
Holster. Leathery edges remained on extraordinary heights as mind-set sung to the tune of joy. Lips had then peeled exposing his set of moonshine yellow, fang. The zipper-line of teeth; although grotesque were intimidating to say the least. This fool had weaponry fit for military. Yet, for now they were posed as some sort of over joyed dipshit. Why the display? Thanks for asking! The great over lord had blessed him with an angel! The one who had risked his life to save him from the mud! The vile beast that had suckled him whole. Remember that time he almost died in an inch of mud? It was TERRIFYING, well not as scary as yesterday when he almost peed himself. BUT CLOSE! He recalled the day like it was merely a few days ago! (It was). He had thrown a plea into the world and it had been answered in the shape and form of this creamy hued wolf. Alas- poor angel boy seemed to have a stalker! Before Holster could harp a reply. Obnoxious breathing had come to a pause. A silence wafted from his normally obnoxious frame. Any creature with a mind could tell that this pregnant pause was dangerous. Holster was not to be underestimated. Unless of course one wanted to be part of his next meal- his next blood bath! Façade was removed of that sinister smirk and slowly chaps had morphed into a look of vexed intent. Did this BITCH just make his godsend sob? The bubbling sound in his throat was a saliva filled snarl. Upper lips began to twitch upward as he pulled off a very real threat. Messy hackles spiked in an offended mess of irritation! How dare this used vagina do such a thing? No longer was he to pose as a joyous being! No, this was something more. As if a puppeteer changed his strings, he was pulled into a dim light. Eyes were void of emotion as assassin had come out to play. Thick paws slammed forward as he continued to snarl. Rotting scent of drool dropped onto the pavement as he walked closer and closer to the vagina. He was to put his bristling figure- burly and strong in front of his angel in protection. A small tail flicked upward to display dominance and a challenge.
Darais craned his head back and forth between the two. Enamored? He was not one to tell if someone liked him, let alone had a crush on him! He just assumed he was friends with everyone. As his name was repeated, he gave a small nod. His mood for a game was still ruined. Yet, it wasn't long till Hol's attitude re-adjusted into something he felt was deep within, the murderous intent he could feel from Hol within. Liquid pools would slowly start to dry, as that threatening aura radiated off the other. Such dominance, yet a fight with control. Hol was truly terrifying. How could no one not notice immediately? He trusted him however. How?! "Holster?!" He cried out. ''So that is your name!'' A bright smile beamed off his, still aching, face. If that did not clear up a few things, nothing ever would probably. Dar was not one to get into deep conversations often. A mix of immaturity and high focus. Bipolar? PTSD? Who knew what was really wrong with him. Darais. Mind set could not handle a lot of issues all at once however. So to avoid Hol attacking and him freaking out, he would be the little 'angel', he was called. He slowly got up and yipped, prancing back and forth. However, he did not dare turn his back to Justi or Hol. He just skipped around in an inviting form of play.
Justicar felt her mind uncoil suddenly. The bigger bitch taking but a moment to step back before arching up to her full height for the first time in near an age, golden eyes flickering dangerously. So there was more to this junk-wolf than meets the eye? She'd not suspected it. She'd need to improve upon that. Justice was stupid and her code of conduct was getting her nowhere, the thin line in her head was dangerously close to a tipping point once and for all as she slammed her tail into the dirt for a moment. Narrowing her eyes for one moment, "I offended him. I won't make the same mistake with your angel. He is surely pure. Unlike either of us." she grits her teeth for a moment, and nearly relaxes at the sight of the playful Darais yipping and trying to beckon them to play. Her eyes remain focused on the mood shifted Holster, She is no fool. That was fought out of her as a whelp. This is playing with fire, and she'd refuse to lose. Keeping her distance she observes, readying to respond. She could tell that the other wanted to prevent this madness, the sane part of her wanted just the same. "The angel calls. My heart breaks that you would ignore him? I do not wish to hear him cry again. It broke my very soul." she reasons, it sounds genuine when she says it. Avoiding the conflict would be nice for the sake of the childish one. But she remains ready to move if Holster gets too close. She may be bigger, but she knew that unsettled minds such as his would find their way to her softer spots. It was a rather shitty day to die too.
Holster. To deride this canine was suicide. Go ahead! Mock the strand of personality scarcely keeping peace; it might be the final moment for those opposing him. It didn't make a difference to him. It did not matter the side he choice to expose. The fool, the actor, the assassin. They all played major roles inside that cracked temperament. The relevant side of this outcast was him in his truest form: The assassin. Many failed to assess Holster properly, and who could blame them? Like a storm those many dispositions switched constantly; flashes of flaming lightning ignited his lust for chaos. His snarls drummed against his larynx like thunder creeping across a greying sky. As dunce as Holster seemed...even he had taken notice and notes of those who had seen right through to his blackened heart. Observing his prey was part of his job. A shame really, he had hoped more of them would be blinded by the fool and it seemed Vagwolf was one of them. The bloom of surprise that hit her visage gave it away. Heh! Arrogance was usually the fall of those who attempted his assassination. Instead, roles would be reversed. Holster was nothing less than a murderer. Years of experience had crafted him into an expert. He and his invisible friends ravaged corpses since birth. No one wanted this mutt. Loveless formula had carved a monster. Cords continued to hum in harmonious viciousness. Wall of ivory fang were slick with wet saliva. Wrong move. Her stance showed that she accepted his dance. Her height meant nothing. His background was a flawless mathematical killing machine! However- she was to be spared. For his angel boy had blessed yet another canine. Upper lips twitched and he slowly moved his skull towards the prancing baby. He snorted, landing a giant ball of snot near Justicar's paw. He ignored her. EVERYTHING she said went through one ear and out the other. She was less than scum and if his perfect little doggy hadn't intervened he bet her insides would be splattered lovely all over the ashen grounds. He swallowed the remainders of his drool and those chaps clicked a few times. SWITCH, and in the blink of an eye - "OOOH how wonderful angel boy, aren't you the CUTEST. Can we get food? PLEASE OH PLEASE?" Cranium inclined awkwardly. Hopefully Vagwolf would heed this as a warning- as Holster wasn't one to fuck with. Guess today was her lucky day.
Darais was not completely a fool. Sure he was immature, puppy like even... Yet he knew who could win, who would die. The wolves he had met were rude, but none of them deserved to die. Not yet, no one has done anything bad enough in front of him. Antic's was the closest, wanting to eat that poor puppy! He'd protect if he had to, but what would he do here? He liked Hol, he was his friend! He could not attack him. Yet would Justicar deserve to die? He couldn't watch something like that happen! His heart skipped a beat in the moment it took Hol to switch personas again. Inward sigh of relief! It seems his calls reached the beating heart within. How big was it? Could Hol ever love and trust? Curious thought, put to the back burner. Gentle smile crawled across his face, ''Food sounds good!'' The stench the other gave off was still sickening. Yet Hol had been the nicest to him so far. He realized Hol could just be hangry! That's it. He's not a killer... No no no... Naïve mind would accept that as he pranced off to get food with his new stalkerish body guard!
Justicar watched as they departed, she did not relax or lower back down until they were surely moving. And even then as she departed back to finish her doubling back she moved backwards for a while, the knowledge that she'd been played- no that they'd all been played by the junk-wolf fresh in her ever growing paranoid mind. And when she felt the opportunity she slipped away into the shadows, taking a longer more sly route back towards the den- taking her time to assure she wasn't followed home. She refused to lead that back towards her family, towards her Queen. Part of her lingered on not informing the others, who would honestly believe a word she said about what to them seemed like a mad piece of shit? Kari would play it safe. Perhaps Syledia would believe her. But she was fairly certain to engage Holster would be a grave miscalculation with 'The Crew' still so early in its Resurrection. It would be up to Queen Syledia to decide. And if the nagging feeling that she should have pissed on Holster to make a point would go away, that would be just fucking fine. 'Justice Rains From Above', she snickers to herself when the thought enters her head and curses before falling silent and focusing on completely disappearing into the territory she's highly familiarized towards. Neither the brute nor childish one would be seeing her any time soon if she had her way, but who bloody knew. She'd stumbled upon some vital information. Don't upset Darais, Be careful with Holster- It's only sane to engage with Darais around. And even then don't bloody feel safe. There. Done and dusted.
Holster annnnndd... just like that. Demeanour had distorted into something else once more. The 'else' was something no one could quite distinguish. It didn't have a label for it merely just existed. Insanity had melted in an instant and clear skies were on the forecast. He was all sunshine and rainbows! Just look at his ugly mug, it was posed as if he had not a care in the world! Furtherly, if any were to witness the current situation, they would have no evidence of Holster's eruption. Posture seemed lax and fool was take a seat in the command station. Pink appendage had idly lolled from his lower jaw as he panted excitedly. As his gorgeous little angelboy chimed in the tune of food. The alleged had littered his thoughts. FOOD FOOD. It was as if he hadn't remembered wanting to eat Justi's intestines off of the ground seconds ago. That was all he needed! "FOOOOOOOD" He scream cried! Stump started wagging profusely back and forth with an excitement unmatched. Like a dunce whelp- he followed the other without even another word to vagina wolf. He was far too focused on what would fill his empty belly and to be honest. He probably was just hangry. A merry trot guided his step as Holster's filthy figure padded behind his godsend. "Lalalalla~" He could be heard humming, with a distant and annoying. "Hey Angel boy do you know that I once ate my tail off? I also pooped---" ---- poor canine. He now had to listen to Holster's ranting. His voice faded off into the distance as he wandered further and further away. It would now appear to be such: That Dar was the Holster and Holster was really the gun.
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Justicar had been rather content on her last round of patrol for the while, every so often even this stubborn bitch liked to rest. But not to sleep, there was always something better to be doing than letting down her guard for that long at a time. Nightmares were not welcome here, no thank you. They could go rot with her family- Bad topic. Bad topic, keep it together. Her ears pricked up in sudden alert and she squashed down a rough growl at the scent that she eventually caught- following it with some irritation to just discover that one childish one. Darais? Wasn’t it? Or was it Angel? Feh. Between the constant arguments and the mad ramblings of the junk wolf she couldn't even remember this one’s name, "You there. Angel Darais?" she flinches roughly as neither sound quite right when she says them. And even worse when said together. What is her deal today? This is unlike her. She taps the ground, "There is much more to see up here. I apologize; I don't think we've talked before. Bad timing and all that". She shakes her head softly and flares her nostrils again, and appears to be looking around. "Is your mate around? He's normally with you on the rare occasion his scent shows- uhm. He shows up." she smiles warmly, as if trying to appeal to his more excitable and trusting side. He's her best shot of ever getting through to Holster after all. Surely he'd understand that his mad junk-wolf needed a blighted wash now? How anyone could deal with that all the time. SHE HAD NO BLOODY IDEA. Keeping a bit of distance she leans down playfully for a moment, "We could be friends no?" and part of her feels like a fool for trying, but something about this one needed a different approach from usual.
Holster. Limbs carried about a most joyous canine. A spring to each strengthened extension would be seen as muscles flexed under the disguise of matted fur. Who could have caused such a rare disposition to appear on one who was known to be quite the freak? A canine that was most reputable for chaos? This couldn't be right. A sincere smile? Or, at least Holster attempted such. Slimy lips had hiked upwards in a sneer that he had labelled as a smile, drool leaked from the corners of his blackened flesh. SMILE! It caused sockets to narrow and orbs to lid slightly as his grin was far too high to look comfortable. Quite a smile indeed... If you dared to call it that at all! Today, he was sporting the remanence of rotting fish, a perfume; the stench reeked through each auburn strand- well, the ones that weren't crusty in whatever he had been rolling in. Beautiful! Nasal paths were openly flooded with mucus to make matters more attractive a snot bubble was starting to bloom gloriously as he breathed heavily. So, now to the biggest question! Why this striking display was was even permitted? He was far too pretty for pictures of course! Well, that was because he smelled an angel. A perfect and sweety muffin angel. As usual. Holster ignored the scent and strolled right into... whateverthisplacewas and larynx tightened along with his breath. "HUNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I AM HOME." He wailed- no, well, screamed. Chaps had loosened and that pale tongue dripped from oral cavern. Outcast didn't bother looking over at the queen's personal vagina. No. He was focused on his cuteybabyboy!
Darais was just walking around as he dragged his face around. The cool grass! Oh sweet relief! His face was still throbbing, distractingly so. His blood was rushing around to his face, bruising! Good thing that perfect creamy fur hid his skin. Speaking of, he would need to wash up after this. Why was he running again? Paws slowed instinctively as he sensed someone approaching. However, his nose was slow on the scent, probably because it had smashed into a tree! Attention was slowly brought up as he saw the lady wolf. Did anyone ever say her name? He could not recall it. Angel? Why was everyone calling him that? What the Hell is an ANGEL?! He ignored that, for now, and tilted his head at her slowly. ''Hi!" He cheered, a little too loudly. His earthly triangles slammed against his head as he winced. Oooh, headache too! Haven't talked? Mind raced with brief memories. Oh, he guessed she's right! Most of his memory was filled of that stinky and weird wolf lately. Mate?! Darais's brilliant orbs dulled a little, depression washed over him with ease. Brows knitted slightly, clearly confused. ''I-..i...'' A pout pulled at his leathery chaps, and the tear ducts filled instantly. Eyes watered as he throws back his head and howled loudly. The tone filled with sorrow and woe. It waved, pitching in between despair and guilt. No answer today! Good job Justi! You reminded him why he was so lonely to begin with. Yet, his baying interrupted, no accompanied, by Holster's most cheerful greeting. This slowly shut him, blinking a few times as his emerald pools looked empty. Attention slowly turned to the one who was so cheerful, some recognition flickered and it started his happiness motor again. A faint smile tried to pull at his pearly choppers. The only one who had a faint idea what had happened to Dar's true mate was the young queen. This off toned male, his mate?! He was still morning! He didn't even know stinky's name.
Justicar pushes away the sensation of annoyance when the aforementioned junk-wolf shows up. At the very least he seems to cause less trouble when he is around Darais. So she will allow it for now she supposes, just when she feels she is going to make some leeway- that childish one had cried? Well. To be fair she'd cry too if she was the mate of Holster. The smell alone must be unbearable she supposes, "My mistake? He seems enamored with you." and she vaguely eyes him due to the reaction that had been dragged out. And then the entrance that Holster makes around him, "Did i have it right. Darais? Least' tell me I had the name right. I'm getting old I suppose." she chuckles lightly and shakes her head and offers a vague nod to the junk-wolf, "Hello Holster. Enjoying the chaos of the day as usual?" she lightly jokes- seeing no need to be rude for now. He wasn't causing any problems when he was with his - not mate? That had to be fake but okay. Scratching her claws in the ground for a moment she makes a faint mark, just to let out a moment of frustration in a seemingly random way. Gotta try to seem happy to see both of them. Can't let the childish one realize that her mild distaste towards Holster is real, if both got to be a nuisance... Ugh she dreads to even consider the notion. Her mind begins to wander about other more interesting concepts, like convincing Darais to tip Holster into the lake. But perhaps she'd need to work on that another time.
Holster. Leathery edges remained on extraordinary heights as mind-set sung to the tune of joy. Lips had then peeled exposing his set of moonshine yellow, fang. The zipper-line of teeth; although grotesque were intimidating to say the least. This fool had weaponry fit for military. Yet, for now they were posed as some sort of over joyed dipshit. Why the display? Thanks for asking! The great over lord had blessed him with an angel! The one who had risked his life to save him from the mud! The vile beast that had suckled him whole. Remember that time he almost died in an inch of mud? It was TERRIFYING, well not as scary as yesterday when he almost peed himself. BUT CLOSE! He recalled the day like it was merely a few days ago! (It was). He had thrown a plea into the world and it had been answered in the shape and form of this creamy hued wolf. Alas- poor angel boy seemed to have a stalker! Before Holster could harp a reply. Obnoxious breathing had come to a pause. A silence wafted from his normally obnoxious frame. Any creature with a mind could tell that this pregnant pause was dangerous. Holster was not to be underestimated. Unless of course one wanted to be part of his next meal- his next blood bath! Façade was removed of that sinister smirk and slowly chaps had morphed into a look of vexed intent. Did this BITCH just make his godsend sob? The bubbling sound in his throat was a saliva filled snarl. Upper lips began to twitch upward as he pulled off a very real threat. Messy hackles spiked in an offended mess of irritation! How dare this used vagina do such a thing? No longer was he to pose as a joyous being! No, this was something more. As if a puppeteer changed his strings, he was pulled into a dim light. Eyes were void of emotion as assassin had come out to play. Thick paws slammed forward as he continued to snarl. Rotting scent of drool dropped onto the pavement as he walked closer and closer to the vagina. He was to put his bristling figure- burly and strong in front of his angel in protection. A small tail flicked upward to display dominance and a challenge.
Darais craned his head back and forth between the two. Enamored? He was not one to tell if someone liked him, let alone had a crush on him! He just assumed he was friends with everyone. As his name was repeated, he gave a small nod. His mood for a game was still ruined. Yet, it wasn't long till Hol's attitude re-adjusted into something he felt was deep within, the murderous intent he could feel from Hol within. Liquid pools would slowly start to dry, as that threatening aura radiated off the other. Such dominance, yet a fight with control. Hol was truly terrifying. How could no one not notice immediately? He trusted him however. How?! "Holster?!" He cried out. ''So that is your name!'' A bright smile beamed off his, still aching, face. If that did not clear up a few things, nothing ever would probably. Dar was not one to get into deep conversations often. A mix of immaturity and high focus. Bipolar? PTSD? Who knew what was really wrong with him. Darais. Mind set could not handle a lot of issues all at once however. So to avoid Hol attacking and him freaking out, he would be the little 'angel', he was called. He slowly got up and yipped, prancing back and forth. However, he did not dare turn his back to Justi or Hol. He just skipped around in an inviting form of play.
Justicar felt her mind uncoil suddenly. The bigger bitch taking but a moment to step back before arching up to her full height for the first time in near an age, golden eyes flickering dangerously. So there was more to this junk-wolf than meets the eye? She'd not suspected it. She'd need to improve upon that. Justice was stupid and her code of conduct was getting her nowhere, the thin line in her head was dangerously close to a tipping point once and for all as she slammed her tail into the dirt for a moment. Narrowing her eyes for one moment, "I offended him. I won't make the same mistake with your angel. He is surely pure. Unlike either of us." she grits her teeth for a moment, and nearly relaxes at the sight of the playful Darais yipping and trying to beckon them to play. Her eyes remain focused on the mood shifted Holster, She is no fool. That was fought out of her as a whelp. This is playing with fire, and she'd refuse to lose. Keeping her distance she observes, readying to respond. She could tell that the other wanted to prevent this madness, the sane part of her wanted just the same. "The angel calls. My heart breaks that you would ignore him? I do not wish to hear him cry again. It broke my very soul." she reasons, it sounds genuine when she says it. Avoiding the conflict would be nice for the sake of the childish one. But she remains ready to move if Holster gets too close. She may be bigger, but she knew that unsettled minds such as his would find their way to her softer spots. It was a rather shitty day to die too.
Holster. To deride this canine was suicide. Go ahead! Mock the strand of personality scarcely keeping peace; it might be the final moment for those opposing him. It didn't make a difference to him. It did not matter the side he choice to expose. The fool, the actor, the assassin. They all played major roles inside that cracked temperament. The relevant side of this outcast was him in his truest form: The assassin. Many failed to assess Holster properly, and who could blame them? Like a storm those many dispositions switched constantly; flashes of flaming lightning ignited his lust for chaos. His snarls drummed against his larynx like thunder creeping across a greying sky. As dunce as Holster seemed...even he had taken notice and notes of those who had seen right through to his blackened heart. Observing his prey was part of his job. A shame really, he had hoped more of them would be blinded by the fool and it seemed Vagwolf was one of them. The bloom of surprise that hit her visage gave it away. Heh! Arrogance was usually the fall of those who attempted his assassination. Instead, roles would be reversed. Holster was nothing less than a murderer. Years of experience had crafted him into an expert. He and his invisible friends ravaged corpses since birth. No one wanted this mutt. Loveless formula had carved a monster. Cords continued to hum in harmonious viciousness. Wall of ivory fang were slick with wet saliva. Wrong move. Her stance showed that she accepted his dance. Her height meant nothing. His background was a flawless mathematical killing machine! However- she was to be spared. For his angel boy had blessed yet another canine. Upper lips twitched and he slowly moved his skull towards the prancing baby. He snorted, landing a giant ball of snot near Justicar's paw. He ignored her. EVERYTHING she said went through one ear and out the other. She was less than scum and if his perfect little doggy hadn't intervened he bet her insides would be splattered lovely all over the ashen grounds. He swallowed the remainders of his drool and those chaps clicked a few times. SWITCH, and in the blink of an eye - "OOOH how wonderful angel boy, aren't you the CUTEST. Can we get food? PLEASE OH PLEASE?" Cranium inclined awkwardly. Hopefully Vagwolf would heed this as a warning- as Holster wasn't one to fuck with. Guess today was her lucky day.
Darais was not completely a fool. Sure he was immature, puppy like even... Yet he knew who could win, who would die. The wolves he had met were rude, but none of them deserved to die. Not yet, no one has done anything bad enough in front of him. Antic's was the closest, wanting to eat that poor puppy! He'd protect if he had to, but what would he do here? He liked Hol, he was his friend! He could not attack him. Yet would Justicar deserve to die? He couldn't watch something like that happen! His heart skipped a beat in the moment it took Hol to switch personas again. Inward sigh of relief! It seems his calls reached the beating heart within. How big was it? Could Hol ever love and trust? Curious thought, put to the back burner. Gentle smile crawled across his face, ''Food sounds good!'' The stench the other gave off was still sickening. Yet Hol had been the nicest to him so far. He realized Hol could just be hangry! That's it. He's not a killer... No no no... Naïve mind would accept that as he pranced off to get food with his new stalkerish body guard!
Justicar watched as they departed, she did not relax or lower back down until they were surely moving. And even then as she departed back to finish her doubling back she moved backwards for a while, the knowledge that she'd been played- no that they'd all been played by the junk-wolf fresh in her ever growing paranoid mind. And when she felt the opportunity she slipped away into the shadows, taking a longer more sly route back towards the den- taking her time to assure she wasn't followed home. She refused to lead that back towards her family, towards her Queen. Part of her lingered on not informing the others, who would honestly believe a word she said about what to them seemed like a mad piece of shit? Kari would play it safe. Perhaps Syledia would believe her. But she was fairly certain to engage Holster would be a grave miscalculation with 'The Crew' still so early in its Resurrection. It would be up to Queen Syledia to decide. And if the nagging feeling that she should have pissed on Holster to make a point would go away, that would be just fucking fine. 'Justice Rains From Above', she snickers to herself when the thought enters her head and curses before falling silent and focusing on completely disappearing into the territory she's highly familiarized towards. Neither the brute nor childish one would be seeing her any time soon if she had her way, but who bloody knew. She'd stumbled upon some vital information. Don't upset Darais, Be careful with Holster- It's only sane to engage with Darais around. And even then don't bloody feel safe. There. Done and dusted.
Holster annnnndd... just like that. Demeanour had distorted into something else once more. The 'else' was something no one could quite distinguish. It didn't have a label for it merely just existed. Insanity had melted in an instant and clear skies were on the forecast. He was all sunshine and rainbows! Just look at his ugly mug, it was posed as if he had not a care in the world! Furtherly, if any were to witness the current situation, they would have no evidence of Holster's eruption. Posture seemed lax and fool was take a seat in the command station. Pink appendage had idly lolled from his lower jaw as he panted excitedly. As his gorgeous little angelboy chimed in the tune of food. The alleged had littered his thoughts. FOOD FOOD. It was as if he hadn't remembered wanting to eat Justi's intestines off of the ground seconds ago. That was all he needed! "FOOOOOOOD" He scream cried! Stump started wagging profusely back and forth with an excitement unmatched. Like a dunce whelp- he followed the other without even another word to vagina wolf. He was far too focused on what would fill his empty belly and to be honest. He probably was just hangry. A merry trot guided his step as Holster's filthy figure padded behind his godsend. "Lalalalla~" He could be heard humming, with a distant and annoying. "Hey Angel boy do you know that I once ate my tail off? I also pooped---" ---- poor canine. He now had to listen to Holster's ranting. His voice faded off into the distance as he wandered further and further away. It would now appear to be such: That Dar was the Holster and Holster was really the gun.
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