Requim For A Massacre (open)

[Scáth]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Extermination/Gifts/ScathBG.jpg] Death. He had wondered what it was like; to realise you were in your last moments, to feel your life draining away, to take that last breath before slipping off into oblivion. It was surprisingly difficult for such a healthy dog to imagine, despite the fact that his jaws had ended the lives of quite a few creatures - including other dogs - and that he was no longer as young as he used to be. Perhaps it was his bored speculations about eternal rest that led him down this road. Few dogs dared venture here - certainly not for recreational purposes, anyway - and those who did couldn't be more different from him. They were loners, curious and lost, or Elysian ex-pets whining pathetically by the stones that marked the spot of their beloved human's place of burial. It was, in their eyes, hypocritical of him to set paw here, seeing as he was part of the pack that had annihalated all the island-dwelling people. He was Metnal, after all. But he was something else, too. Something more significant than that. He was Scáth. Jaws parted to scent the air, as a sharp muzzle poked its way through the thickened undergrowth. Gradually a tall, dark, lean form emerged from the tangle of green foliage, its scarred black-brindle frame one of the more frighteningly recognisable pelts around the West side. Scáth had taken it upon himself, bored and duty-free as he currently was, to visit the graveyard. The sinister Metnal warrior's trademark crooked grin was gone - as it usually was when he travelled in solitude - giving him a rather serious, sober appearance that was, if anything, more ominous because it was such an unfamiliar sight. He limped across the open space, his long legs keeping his belly clear of the overgrown grasses as he negotiated his way around, avoiding stepping directly on the graves out of respect for the resting ones six feet under. It didn't take long before he found what he was looking for - wait, he was looking for something? - amongst the unmarked graves that held the victims of that night's massacre. Slowly, Scáth travelled down the rows, passing the mounds of earth with little trinkets left by grieving pets, passing the poorly dug ones holding the abusive, unwanted masters until he came to a pair of small, modestly-made graves near the end of their row. These contained the slaughtered mother and her innocent, quickly-killed little girl that Scáth had lived with for a time. How did he know they lay here, precisely? The Dutch Shepherd had dug the graves himself. 'I'm sorry... I couldn't save you.' The black-brindle lay down, resting his head on the little girl's mound of earth, and closed his eyes. He remained like that for only a few seconds - long enough for anyone watching to wonder if what they were seeing was real or a mere trick of the light - then, his grieving time over, he rose to his feet, gave himself a brisk shake, and limped back the way he'd come to leave this parody of Necropolis. The ominous crooked grin had returned.

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[Erida]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,471,true][atrb=border,0,true] Not a soul told her directly, but through her time spent slithering from one shadow to the next stories of a whole new world were heard being whispered from one canine to the next. The wolfess was always one to crave the need for more than everybody else, and this issue was no different. The opportunity to learn of the other side scorched her mind until her body finally submitted to the urge. She had found her way over the canyon with ease as she picked the clearest day in quite some time to locate the bridge that had formed from volcanic rock to make her journey. As a feminine paw pressed lightly upon the rocks covered with a layer of sand at the other end of the bridge her gaze locked upon the earth as if it were to split wide open or something magical would appear. Little did she know that she was one of the most magical creatures to touch this half of Diripio. Powers and appendages were old news to the ebony fae. Normalcy was far and few between in her world. As it was realized that no creature was going to burst through the earth to swallow up the lupine she continued on her way. Cautious steps were taken as lean limbs gracefully carried the lithe frame over the varied terrain. It did not take long before the texture beneath her paws faded from hard to plush. That was when she heard the first movement of anything larger than a field mouse. Triangular soldiers shot forward, swiveling left to right above her skull in an attempt to hone into the sounds. With the stealth of a house cat stalking the neighborhood blue bird she crept forward, bodice lowered to the ground to help conceal her location from her target's range of sight. Wings grasped to her sides tightly to keep the air wave disturbance to a minimum as she approached the graveyard. It was a fitting place for her to take a rest. Her appearance seemed as though she were meant for this very spot. Within only a few mere moments the one she was hunting entered view. The pair of laval pools focused upon the Dutch Shepherd dog, a slightly crooked grin cursing charcoal lips as she watched silently. The stench of death still wreaked throughout the atmosphere causing nostrils to flare and intake the sweet smell of decay. It was almost immediate when she had realized exactly where they were and what was happening before her. A dog visiting graves? A million questions stormed through Allure's mind as she watched on. Who was buried here? Why so many? What happened? What was this place all about? A single step forward was taken placing the fae within a group of leafy plants allowing just the topline of her back, as well as her face to be visible to whomever happened to look toward her direction. A black digit nudged a vine with stiff leaves purposely making some sound seeking the male's attention.

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