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Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Feb 5, 2019 19:47:03 GMT
A storm was brewing. Orion could smell it from the moisture in the air. His bones ached, and his muscles were too were tight and uncomfortable. The barometric pressure had changed. He wished it would just rain and be done with it. Or whatever actually happened in Venterra. Man I hate this place… Staring up at the sky, Orion scowled softly before shaking his head and returning his vision to the road. He just had a few packages to deliver to some people, and then he could get out of there. That was what he told himself, anyways.
Trudging along, he made his first delivery, second, and third rather quickly. It was as he was carrying his fourth down to a rocky inlet that lead to who knew where exactly that he made a turn and bumped into someone. “Motherfuc—“ he snarled as the package nearly slipped from his grasp and hit the ground. He fumbled, however, and snatched it from the air before it did so. Looking up venomously at the person who had bumped into him, he scowled again right after. “Watch where you’re going, ya dumb beast.”
"First off, you're the one that should be looking both sides before turning a corner." The 'dumb beast' fired back at him. Yusaku wasn't one easily angered and thankfully so he shared only a residue of the aggressiveness common of the Blacktooths. Still, one does not simply insult people at random and expect them to be nice. Xelyke or not, Yusaku wass still a rather renowed guy, but other than that, if there was one thing he demanded from peaple it was respect.
"Second, I suggest you not to stir already uneasy waters, werewolf."
Yusaku could smell it out of experience and his heightened senses. He had been one before his change, hell...he still technically was a werewolf even though the Xel Ikel flower might have warped the meaning of that word. With his tail swishing behind him in rather petty motions, the black wolf's eyes locked in on the other guy. "Because I happen to hunt monsters for a living and trust me, it wouldn't be the first time I eviscerate one of your kind."
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Feb 6, 2019 15:00:31 GMT
Orion’s features hiked up, his eyebrow twitching some and the corner of his mouth showing his fang. Even if it was his fault, it took two to collide, and he was clearly the one carrying something. He would have argued this fact, if not for the fact that he was called out as werewolf so easily after that. Yellow eyes blinked in rapid succession. His features fell, and he stared a little harder at the strange wolf-like creature before him.
For ten years, Orion had been in this world. For ten years, he had been up and down the flowers running errands and exploring. In that time, he had learned many strange and fascinating things. The one standing before him he had seen before only in passing. He remembered how distinct that black fur was even at a distance. Klaus had called it something, but just what it was, he couldn’t remember now.
Even still, the threat earned a small growl in response. “I’m the one carrying something,” he answered lowly now. Straightening some, he was aware that he still didn’t meet this creature’s height. “And trust me, you could take me but not my pack.” There was a dry sort of matter of fact nature to that tone, as if he were completely aware that he could be taken down but had complete confidence that an entire group could not. “Now move it. I've got a delivery to make.” And with that, he started to walk again. Perhaps Yusaku would notice the tag on the package, however, was his own. Welp.
Yusaku grinned at the guy's pitiful attempt at looking scary. He had stared into way scarier faces in his own right. If anything,it seemed that the guy somewhat knew him. Well, not him him per se...rather his Blacktooth heritage. With a graceful spin he casually lifted the package up from the guy's hands as he walked past. With his other hand, he blocked Orion's path, forcing him to be close to the black wolf by having the werewolf's shoulders against the wall of the building they were standing beside.
"I believe this is my compound bow I ordered. After all...my name is written right here on this label..." He teased, dangling the label in front of the guy's face. "Delivery complete." He added, grinning and exposing his meat consuming sharp fangs.
"So, fluffbutt..." He taunted with a happy growl, his body posture and tone more playful than any Blacktooth would ever actually sound. "You sound mighty proud of your pack there. Should I know them? Actually...why don't you show it to me." He concluded.
Every werewolf had a scar. The scar that marked the spot where they had been bitten. The mark that would forever change their lives. Apparently,the Blacktooth wanted to see Orion's own...for some odd reason.
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Feb 6, 2019 21:37:12 GMT
Orion whipped right on his heels as the package was pilfered from him. The side of his face had twisted up again in a low snarl. The block wasn’t appreciated either. Twisting his hand upwards, he formed a claw-like paw nails extended. “You want to start so—“ Orion stopped as Yusaku commented on the bow. “You expect me to believe you’re Yusaku Izumi?” he asked standing a bit taller and raising an eyebrow. What were the chances, really?
The question, however, had him frowning even more. “Klaus’s Fenrir pack,” he answered. “And I don’t know what the hell you want me to show— a driver’s license?” As standard as it may have been for certain werewolves, Orion wasn’t in that category per say. Never mind that he tended to refer to his old world’s technology even then, when cars and driving wasn’t exactly a thing there among the flowers with plenty of ways to travel and mounts to try.
"Yes. Yes I am THE Yusaku Izumi." The wolf said, using one of his fingers to gently albeit smugly lower Orion's claw. "And yes, the stories around my name are true. The...monster hunting stories at least."
The Blacktooth chuckled as he heard the guy mention Klauss and then ramble nonsense. "Man, you are a new one then. Pffft I guess the Fenrirs are in real trouble if they are including rookies in their pack."
The black wolf turned his head slightly left and raised his neck fur. He exposed an old bite scar so that Orion could see. "Rule number one, my man. If a werewolf asks another werwolf to show it, you show them your Mark. Aka the proof that you are indeed a werewolf and legitimate pack member, and not a wizard trying to be cool. Something like that gets you killed. Now, I am technically no longer a true werewolf as you can see...but you can bet your tail I have seen my fair share of werewolf customs. The color of my fur should be a dead giveaway of that."
Yusaku had seen him take not of his fur color, yet he didn't seem to recognize it fully. Yusaku groaned, playfully slapping Orion's head.
"Come on boy you may kill me but not insult me, what pack am I from?" He boasted with a "I know you know." pose and a hopeful stare. If the correct answer wasn't delivered in a timely fashion, Yusaku would facepaw.
"...man, really? Knowing this stuff saves your ass, I thought Klauss instructed his pack members about survivial stuf mr...what's your name again?" Yusaku trailed off,realizing he didn't know who the little pup was. He hugged his package and looked over at Orion again.
"...Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Klauss in a while."
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Feb 6, 2019 22:41:15 GMT
Rookie? The muscles in Orion’s arms rippled under his skin. It was bad enough that his particular strain aged so fucking slowly that he had been jokingly called pup for a solid decade now, but being called a rookie was so much worse. Lips pressed together hard.
Yellow eyes flickered sideways to the scar that was produced and stared at it rather hard. Proof…. Yellow eyes dulled a little. He had never needed proof, not from anyone or anything.
As the hand had raised to slap, Orion ducked sideways and out of Yusaku’s grasp. He wouldn’t give a response as Yusaku went on, just a frown in silence. The mention of Klaus had him biting the inside of his mouth silently.
He kind of… wanted to fight. To shift, to bite, to do any manner of harm to shut this guy up. But, if this guy had any of the powers associated with their kind, it wouldn’t do much. The rapid regenerations that was a characteristic of his pack and what he assumed to be a characteristic of most werewolves kept any damage to an absolute minimum.
Instead, he slowly reached up and pulled at the collar of his shirt. A few buttons came loose, and what Yusaku would see would not be a traditional bite. There was a large tooth snap, yes, but it was as if the teeth had dug in and been dragged across the skin ripping and shredding all the way. Below that was some deeper scars from claw marks. Klaus had done a number on the full moon, much more so than a traditional quadruped form should have.
"Oh man..." Yusaku mused, paws on his hips and leaning in to examine the Mark. "Wow. Okay. That's alot to take in. So. You're Klaus' favourite uh?"
Standing back upright, Yusaku huffed. "I can recognize those kind of gashes with my eyes closed. There is only two Fenrirs that can rival Blacktooths in brutality and one of them is six feet under."
Folding his paws over his chest, Yusaku frowned. "Man, you should have told me you were a purblooded Fenrir from the start, that changes things. How many years in the past is that from?" The black wolf asked, picking up his package in a hurry. "Do you have anything else to do? Cause I really wanna talk with Klaus like...asap."
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Feb 6, 2019 23:46:35 GMT
Orion’s eyes never left Yusaku’s. He registered that look of uncertain alarm in them. The question that came thereafter earned a small shoulder shrug and a pull so that clothing came back on again. “I guess,” he answered almost indifferently now. The mention of Klaus’s precedence, however, earned a frown.
The questions just kept coming however, and Orion wasn’t appreciating it one bit. At the last, a hand raised to get Yusaku to stop. “I’m kind of busy,” Orion answered. “Why should I lead you all the way out to Klaus anyways?” he answered. “Listen, I get that you have some serious history being a werewolf and have some history with Klaus, but that’s not any of my business.” He was… clearly still irritated at Yusaku.
"Because..." Yusaku pressed further. "You don't get a Mark,join a pack and then walk away. Not during these times at least, no. I just want to help ya. From wolf to wolf." Yusaku looked, to the left then the right, and then proceeded to quickly grab hold of Orion's hand and kite him around the corner, out of view of the masses.
"Listen, buddy." The Blacktooth whispererd, stern and beyond serious. Any trace of his mischievous behaviour gone. "I know Lycanthropy is a bad thig. I know it hurts and I know how traumatic it is during the night of full moon. Pray to god you'll never experience a blood moon night. But, awful things are set in motions and they are coming, trust me. I am the only Blacktooth you can actually safely talk to instead of having your jugular bitten off, so consider yourself astronomically lucky.
What you do with your life is not my concern, true. But I need to see Klaus. I suggest that, if you want to prolong your life a few more cycles that is, you really should not shun away your true nature. You're a werewolf. Wether you want it or not, there will always be something you will not be able to outrun. Something you will not be able to defeat."
Yusaku seemed borderline scared now. "If you think Klauss is bad, you haven't seen Kalos. Or his two little cousins Kamui and an Pakhan. And you DEFINITELY haven't seen what Sienna can do. If you really want to stay blind and deaf to this don't let me stop you from realizing your dead man walking dream. Just point me in the direction of Klaus' hideout and I'll take it from there. I'll be out of your life and you'll never see a spack of black fur again, until they come and get you."
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Feb 7, 2019 0:54:35 GMT
Orion grit his teeth. He didn’t need whatever the fuck lecture this was from a guy he didn’t even know. He hadn’t walked away. He was walking away from Yusaku, not from his own pack. Who did he want to help? Wolf to wolf? The fuck? Before he could even put up a rebuttal, however, he was being dragged by this damn guy again. Ugh….
Pressed back into a building again, Orion glared softly back at Yusaku. The spiel thereafter earned a deadpan look, however. For all he was and all he wasn’t, Orion had embraced lycanthropy in ways very few could. In a sense, it had cut him free, and while he missed his powers dearly, if they were a price to pay for that freedom, then he’d gladly give them up again. The mention of Blacktooths had him frowning a bit, but he said nothing for now.
The thought of Klaus as bad, however, earned a look of protest. He didn’t recognize those names, had no feelings regarding those names, and was otherwise neutral to them. Dead man walking? Hah. “You… don’t understand at all,” he said slowly taking a slow breath in and leaning against the building now. “I’m not running away from Klaus. I’m not afraid of him. He’s my alpha. He’s the most important person in my life, and I won’t hear you talking about him like just some mindless slaughterhouse.” A hand balled into a fist, and it was all Orion could do to keep from slugging Yusaku across the face. “Those scars don’t mean anything except that I made some mistakes. Not him. Not him.” He snarled those words now.
And then it was the sound of footsteps would echo in Orion’s ears, a particular gait that excited Orion like no other. Glancing sideways immediately after, he flashed a look. “Hey, there you are…” Pulling away from Yusaku, Orion closed the distance to Klaus turning immediately thereafter and standing at his side.
Now Klaus was a big man. He stood easily six foot and taller. His wild red hair splayed out in various directions more akin to a lion’s mane than hair. His tanned skin had seen better days, and the scar down his right eye was especially obvious now even with the purple shades over his eyes. He had a cigarette between his lips but hadn’t lit it. His clothes were relaxed, a blue suit unbuttoned and at ease. He wore some simple shoes that had been scratched up. “Jeeze, what are you doing messing with my clansmen, Yusa?” Klaus asked with a frown.
"GODDAMNIT KLAUS!" Yusaku barked, almost pouting, hopping over to the man. "Do you even train your pups, old man? May I remind you that I amost lost an eye trying to negotiate the leeway your Pack has with Sienna? You can thank the heavens I'm a Xelyke and my fur stayed black, you shouldn't waste any time I can spare you."
Yusaku was smaller than the Fenrir, more petite. That wasn't a shock considering his physiology changed when he turned Xelyke. It was almost funny looking, a small black wolf yapping at a grown man with a pouty face. All in all it looked like banter from two old friends.
The Blacktooth pointed at Orion. "I didn't know you started Marking kids. Can he even transform to save his life?" He mumbled. He was young himself by normal standards, but not as young as Orion. He knew that with the Fenrirs looks could be decieving in the age department, but that could be said of all werewolves...let alone Yusaku himself, who had stopped aging since consuming the poisonous flower known as Ikel's Curse.
With his ears flicking. Yusaku turned around to poke his head out of the alleay to look left and right, before returning his attention to the Fenrir Alpha once again. His tail was wagging up and down in nervousness.
"Okay, listen. The truce between the Packs ain't gonna last much longer. The Blacktooths have almost completely ravaged their territory and Sienna is lusting for blood. That means that Kalos will push her to start another lovely expansion war. Casus belli on you? Hunger, as usual. Also, they are really mad you smacked Pakhan on his ass a few years ago."
Yusaku looked down at the package in his arms and sighed. "I know you're all about 'livin the gud life' and all that but Shin is stil MIA, I've run around this entire tree and I haven't seen a single trace of him. He could be good as dead and without his help you don't have many chances against the Blacktooths in open conflict. So perhaps you could try and give a flying fuck about Werewolf Customs instead of dumping it all on me and pretend it doesn't exist. You know how they are and you know they won't listen to reason. It's a miracle I've managed to be a safety net for so long."
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Mar 8, 2019 1:11:41 GMT
Klaus’s bottom right eyelid twitched, but his features remained relaxed if slanted downwards as Yusaku barked. Instead, he’d fish a lighter from his pocket and finally light the end of the cigarette. A long drag was taken. He was patient enough when it came to these kinds of things and didn’t seem anything but perhaps a little perturbed if that.
Orion looked from Yusaksu to Klaus and back again trying to gauge just how familiar they actually were. It was hard to tell with Klaus, though. Shifting from one foot to the other, Orion reached backwards and ruffled his own hair— only to fidget when he found Klaus had reached over and prodded one of his ears. Fidgeting, he took a step sideways. Klaus smirked a bit and glanced forward again.
Yusaku’s questions riled Orion, all the same. Straightening some, he grit his teeth only to feel that hand on his shoulder again. “Don’t worry about him,” was all Klaus would say— both to Yusaku and Orion about the other, in fact. Orion rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. He was feeling…. Babied, and didn’t appreciate it in the least. Not when…. Ugh. “Klaus…”
Klaus’s attention had already turned back to Yusaku, however. A small, dry smirk had come up on his right side contorting his otherwise plain features some. “I’m aware of the pack problems,” he assured simply. “It’s nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” The way he said ‘we’ made Orion unsure if he was counting himself or all three of them. Something about the latter prospects made the muscles under his skin ripple. He wanted to talk to Klaus directly, alone, not with Yusaku around delivering whatever the hell kind of news.
And yet Yusaku went on detailing all of the worries right in the area, something that even Orion couldn’t fully ignore despite his efforts. He knew there were pack problems. There were always pack problems. He had known that from the beginning, but Klaus had never been worried so why should Orion? They could handle themselves, he was sure.
Klaus, meanwhile, waited until Yusaksu had finished speaking before taking a slow drag, looking upwards beyond the alleyway, beyond the skyline, into whatever was left in the middle. Perhaps the space between branches.
“I don’t give a fuck about customs.” It was stated so flatly, so blatantly, so assuredly, and so Klausingly that Orion couldn’t help but smirk a bit. Ah yeah, that was the alpha he liked so much. “My pack is none of their business.” A sigh came after that, however, and Orion grimaced a little. He wasn’t sure why, but he got the feeling Klaus was already tiring of this conversation. “Orion.”
Yusaku facepawed. Of course. Not giving a fuck would be the most Klaus thing to do. Right. Well, he had warned them.
"You can't protect him forever, Klaus." He shouted at the two leaving werewolves, obviously referring to Orion, but it was more of a general statement to the Fenrir Pack. "They're coming...and you won't have Shin there to help you this time. I'm always scared and yadda yadda, but don't tell me I didn't warn you. I hope you know what you're doing, for the sake of those that call you Alpha."
That was all he could do, honestly. If Klaus didn't want to listen to reason and take necessary precautions, that was on him. He sure as hell wouldn't want to challenge Sienna and Kalos, but it seemd that was what the Fenrir Alpha wanted. Either he had a trick up his sleeve this time, or he just did the Klaus thing as usual.
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Mar 9, 2019 18:04:54 GMT
Orion chewed his lower lip looking sideways to Klaus and then back to Yusaku. He trusted Klaus, completely, truly, absolutely. He did. However, Yusaku’s words were making him uncertain of… well everything else at the moment. Klaus, however, didn’t look back at Yusaku. His eyes had settled forward down the alleyway and onwards again. The cigarette between his lips burned off a section and then fell to the ground. A deep breath of smoke escaped from him right after.
“Klaus,” Orion muttered. Klaus didn’t look at him. Orion frowned and glanced forward again. They were out of the alleyway now and onto the street. The business of the hour was upon them. Plenty of people were coming and going now. “You think there’s gonna be a war?” Orion’s voice was barely over a murmur now. A low hum rumbled back from Klaus in response. Orion knew that tone well enough even without looking at him. He was considering it, taking it in slowly, and rolling his thoughts over it. A decision wouldn’t be made about it— not yet. Orion sighed. “Mmmm.” They went on like that.