Let the Insane Reign(open)

[†Wulfie]

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[bg=000000] Glowing blood colored eyes gazed across the endless wasteland as a pink tongue swiped over a set of oddly green tinted teeth. Chains clinked ominously as heavy paws started to carry the large brute across the land. Finally. He was out of the clutches of those god awful humans. Now maybe he could gather some like him to make them pay. Yes. He would make them pay dearly for the years of torture and torment he had been put through. He will admit, those days strengthened him beyond what one would imagine, but he wouldn't forgive them by simple strength gain. Those humans tore him of his childhood! Gran-it, being the way he was, his childhood was a lost hope to begin with, but still. Some may consider him a one track mind wolf with the rambling and cursing he does of humans, but who wouldn't curse them and ramble on about them?! Certainly not this brute. He knew what he had to do and he wasn't scared to do it. With strengthened resolve, even though it didn't need strengthened in the first place, the large brute sat on his haunches and let out a long low howl that nightmares are made of. If any answer, if any come, then they are either brave or stupid. Not that he cared either way. The stupid would die and the brave would wither or stand strong. Insane may come, but the more the merrier. Akki wasn't stupid. He knew he'd need help to end those filthy two-legs. He would only take those willing to taste blood in thee jaws, feel bones break beneath their paws, and relish in the sound of screams and cries of pain of the two-legs. Those of weak hearts need not apply to this wolf. A sickly grin crept over his snout as the idea of murder ran through his mind. Oh what fun he would have. He threw his head back a second time and let out a second, longer, louder howl. This howl spoke of the thin line of sanity he walked on, forever teetering on the brink of insanity. He loved it though. What was life without insanity? The sane were weak. His motto was, 'When sanity reigns, break the ranks, join the insane.' He lived and breathed by this motto and would keep doing so until the day he died. Long live the insane.

[bg=000000] OOC: *cackles insanely* WORDS: 409 MUSE: love for rp and insanity MUSIC: random stuff on my iPod

[Deuce♥]

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[bg=752B2B] ◊As she shifted, Rhy felt her bones morph with sickening cracks as they became finer, smaller, and lighter. A mild sensation of pain washed over the she-wolf, and she grimaced as her back legs slowly became more bird like, her deadly black claws glinting in the light. Her fur elongated as she became smaller. It turned darker, before changing to an entirely different covering. Feathers. Her eyes blinked as her vision wallowed in darkness, before suddenly snapping to life like a furnace, the world coming in such detail, that even she, who had morphed many times, was still awestruck. She could even hear the faint rustling of burnt grass as a tiny creature sifted the charred and barren lands, looking for the food that kept it running. A hollow feeling in her own stomach reminded her that she too, was hungry. ◊With an ear-splitting screech that could be heard from quite a distance away, she took to the air, her large wings loosening as she adjusted to the ever drifting winds. What had once felt so foreign, so different from the ground-dwelling life she had always known was now second nature to her. The owl wondered if any below would ever realize that she too, was a wolf, and yet not a wolf. She began to slowly descend, taking care not to pass over the mouse with her shadow. On silent wings, she swooped for the kill. A muffled squeak could be heard as she quickly ended the tiny rodent's life, gulping it down without a second thought. Her stomach filled, she instinctively took a cautious glance around her as she took to the air, her owl instincts wary of the ground. Gracefully landing on a dead tree, she balanced herself on a high up branch, keeping her safe from any ground-dwellers who would harm her. It was doubtful, however, for her intimidating gaze and large size as an owl guaranteed that she wouldn't go down without a fight. There were also very few owls in the area... ◊She studied the male from a distance. He was quite scary looking indeed. Chains clung to his being, and his pelt was fiery. In a somewhat poetic sense, the demon that lay behind one's mask in the flesh. She tilted her head at an unnatural angle, letting out a soft "Who, Who?" As she pondered whether it would be safe too shift back. She wanted to make sure of this odd looking male's persona before she would make her final decision. Normally, Ry would have flown away, warned by the instincts that guided her wolf form. But being starved of social encounters for months had taken it's toll on the she-wolf, and she was desperate for company.

[†Wulfie]

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[bg=000000] Suddenly, the brute's head snapped in the owl's direction. He scented blood on the air. It wasn't much, but it was blood. That faint scent was enough to make his already less then sane mind go mad. An eerie wolfish grin crawled over his snout as his position shifted into a crouched one. Something was out there. He didn't know what, but he knew where and he knew that whatever it was, it had killed. The simple idea of tasting blood upon his tongue again set his already oddly glowing eyes ablaze with his lust for blood. The blood hued brute stayed prone in that position for quite a while, long enough that one might peg him for a statue if not for his twitching ears and the constant drip of an eerie, green tinted substance drip, drip, dripping from his bared ivory fangs. After what seemed like an impossibly long time, the brute calmed somewhat and shifted back to his previous position, his chains clinking together almost in aggravation. The scent was gone, blown away by the light breeze that ruffled through his fur. He silently cursed his dreadful luck at having arrived in an area that seemed dead of pretty much any life. Of course, he knew of the creature in the tree but obviously it didn't seem of any interest to him. Flying creatures had always annoyed him to no end. He could never catch them! Then they hide in trees where he can't reach. Cowards. A snort passed through the brute's nose and he tipped back his head to let out another long howl. There had to be more wolves out there! He could smell faint traces of them on the wind. The only reason he can think for them to not answer is that they are weak little cowards! He has no need for cowards in his pack.

[bg=000000] OOC: I get so much joy out of rping beasts like Akki WORDS: 320 MUSE: love for rp MUSIC: none atm