Feed The Rich, Forget the Poor }{ Inarak Intrance

[nEwOL握敵]

Grey paws in the earth in a slow, rhythmic motion as I walked into the forest that would soon become my home, more like a point of origin for me to return to at the end of the day if I hadn't found reason to leave. Like a ghost almost, I moved across the landscape, my black fur giving me just a bit of a supernatural look, along with the white markings on my face. I didn't feel connections strong enough anymore like calling a place home, no. So this was it, ah? This was the dreaded forest that we where originally meant to end up in? Tall pines surrounded me on all sides, my yellow eyes scanning the area around me, and frankly, I didn't know what to feel. Why was I even here?

I knew that answer, it was on a whim. I'd been chasing and killing cats around in the wilderness aimlessly for how long now? How long had I been free of the Complex? What did it matter? Point is as far as I knew the situation here had deteriorated to some degree. And so I felt compelled to, if nothing else, be present in the hour that the fate of my species was decided. Plus, with three prides so close by, there was one abundant resource in the area which I was glad to have. Food. If I didn't get a good kill or too here, then I wasn't trying, what with all the felines running around. And the pack, well, two packs now, aswell. Odds where stacked nicely in my favor with getting some nice female action. The thought alone brought a small grin to the corner of my maw. With my good lucks, that couldn't be too hard to achieve.

I could remember my training. That's what made me the creature I was. I knew how to obey without question the orders of those who outranked me. I knew what I was and wasn't supposed to do. I just chose to ignore that. When their backs where turned, alone in my private moments, on my own time, I spate in the face of my humans' rules, because I COULD! But that later, first I had to wiggle my way into this pack, which meant playing the proper little solider act... Yay...

Sitting on my rump, I settled my grey paws infront of me, with a long deep breath in, I settled myself. Placing my tail next to my left hind leg, I leveled my ears and slowly exhaled. I was calm. Raising my maw to the sky, I let on a short howl, to indicate that I was here and was not a threat, then waited to see what kind of response would come.

ooc:// Not that good... His posts will get better once I get back into the grove and get used to RPing him.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

It was about time someone did as they were supposed to do. There, I could judge a dog based on something so simple as a howl. I was making my way through the pines at this moment, having been stalking for some easy prey to chew on until the next feline hunt, when the howl had come. It was rare that a dog did as they were supposed to do--stand by the territory markers and alert us, letting us make the first move. Refreshing, making me march towards the call without any hostility in my expression--just stern judgement.

Upon sight of the hound, I continued my judgements. A strong dog, worthy of a warrior title. Looked to be of middle age, not much older or young than Rickalaru or myself. Well, I was rather aged, so perhaps he was closer to Rickalaru's age. Bah, that shedog should not be allowed in my mind right now. I was here to pass judgement on this dog and I could not be weighed down or fogged by the mental turmoil the idea of that woman put me through. I had to play alpha for now, and alpha's don't let newcomers know they are just as mortal as they are.

"Go ahead and state your name and business, Soldier." I matched from the darkness with the aura of an alpha. It was becoming far too easy to play boss in recent times and this concerned me. My programming was engineered for second in command--to think I could override that concerned me. Still, I let this dog see none of this on my face, only feeding him a blank expression, not bored, yet not a tad bit interested. I would not allow this brute my name and the such unless his business was to join the pack. I could not let myself be bothered with formalities to traitors of our way of life.

OOC//: I spit on you post -.- -ptooy-

[nEwOL握敵]

The Folami that appeared before me wasn't the one that I knew all well to be my leader... At least... The one they'd tried to teach me was my leader. I had no leader, save for myself. But the point is this wasn't Bidziil. Though it mattered to me very little. Maybe the old king was dead and this was the new shining face. Maybe the damn dog I'd been taught was leader still was, and this was just another lowly peon being sent to deal with me. Course he presented himself as no peon... He presented himself as a commanding officer.

And I, being me, couldn't just present myself like any plain old dog now could I? No. That wasn't among my abilities. Closing my eyes, I dropped my head in a long, drawn out bow. Bringing myself back up, slowly my lids opened again, and two glowing yellow eyes, devil like in their appearance, bore into the creature in front of me. Something about him was... interesting. Slowly, a devilish smile came to my face, pulling up and the corners, but my lips never parted. Yes. I was going to have fun here.

The name fell from my maw, and seemed to suck the warmth from around me, like a block of ice, for such a name could have no good meaning in whatever twisted and forgotten tongue the humans had picked it from. "Inarak." Yet for some reason saying it aloud sent a thrill down my spin. My how fekked up I'd allowed myself to become. "I've come to report for duty, sir." Those words didn't feel right at all coming from my maw, but I did not display that for him to see. Cocking my head to one side, I gave him a very matter of fact expression. "The humans said I have to come be a good boy and kill all the nasty jungle cats."


Damnit Rak... Couldn't even act normal for two seconds could you?


Word Count: 342
Don't Stop - Innerpartysystem

Ooc:// Brief... but that was fun to write!

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

It felt oddly good to accept that bow. I could feel myself twitch at the pleasure of it. I am alpha. The words flew briefly through my head before I gave myself an inwardly snarl, keeping my face blank from such emotional blather. I was not the alpha, and it shocked me that the thought dared to present itself. I had to say something, quick, to keep from allowing such things to go around. "No need for bows. I am merely standing in for Bidziil while he is away on political duties." That was true, wasn't it? Perhaps it was putting a nice respectable bow on a lump of coal left in your stocking on Christmas, but it was ultimately true. He was being held prisoner. It was his political duty to take the fall for his pack. He would go through Hell for us. He had to, as the alpha. I did not want that. I did not.

Why did I have to repeat it?

"Ah, you have, have you?" I felt the words fall from my tongue in bland boredom. I could not let this hound know how desperate the pack was in need of worthy members. Our numbers were greater than Vea Apxn now, but several were mere newborns, some were untrained juveniles, some where here for bloodlust without human loyalty...and some, like Carlos, were merely here because they were told to be here by someone they know that was not the humans. "Well, Inarak," I said his name like it was a repulsive taste, not letting this mutt get any wrong impressions. I am not a nice dog, and I will not let Rickalaru's image in my mind turn me into one. "We must not disobey the Lords." Despite the statement being one of agreement with the dog, it was spoken with a hostile tone. With it, I turned my back on him, but one ear flicked back t catch any foul play.

I would not be attack from behind by some coward who came in the name of our masters.

"How long have you been roaming as a loner? You seem a bit old to have just been released. It always blows my mind when dogs wait to join the pack." The aggression still laid dominant in my voice, but there was an earnest curiosity there. My loyalty to the humans had always been without question. However, even Bidziil had questioned the lords, and it seemed to me that I noticed more and more such things occurred. Was I the odd one, having a never-wavering loyalty to them? Disobeyed them seemed outrageous--yet it seemed almost every dog had done it one time or another.

[nEwOL握敵]

The Folami continued to show non existent amounts of emotion, but I got a reassuring comment on how bows weren’t necessary. Good. That bow wasn’t meant as a compliment, it was meant to unnerve. Something about him just really stirred my bloodlust. The way he conducted himself, like he was hollow, no emotion. Everything was boxed up inside of him, kept but away. Course, that’s if he felt at all. I’d have to play that angle, and hope that there where feelings in there after all for me to get my teeth into. If he proved to be hollow after all, well… I’d have to find some other pure soul to fekk with.

The way he said my name though, like it left a bad taste in his mouth, that didn’t set right with me. I didn’t hide a frown that came to my features, the white lines on my muzzle twisting with the flesh. Had he remained facing me, he’d have seen an alarmingly familiar site, as it was something all five of us had been capable. We’d been of the same batch, so we’d all had similar traits. I fixed him with a piercing gaze that wanted to bore into him. My eyes displayed that I was capable of a full spectrum of emotion as they attempted to find out what played out inside his head, what might trouble him. But when he’d seen that gaze before, it had been surrounded by a much warmer and patient face. For the one that surrounded it now was cold, and dark, with a different purpose. What gave him the right to say my name that way. There was a hint of cold displeasure in my voice. “No… Of course not…” I knew my opinion of the humans. One day I’d tell this world it.

Raising to my paws to follow him were ever it was that he leaded. Settling some of the scorn from my face and voice, I focused on his question. In all honesty I hadn’t gone straight to the pack because I didn’t think it would be right to do so without the whole group. My voice was softer, scratchier, like one often spoke when recalling dark memories of the past. “Long enough… Upon my release I was still trying to make sense of something, and where dear sister was eager to join the pack and start over anew, so attached to those of her own kind… I was set to dwell in the confusion of such sudden changes to my world, and hunt the felines on my own.” Quickly I shook myself free of these memories, for they weren’t healthy for my state of mind. I forced all emotion from my face, save for my eyes. A stray thought bounced through my mind looking at the creature in front of me.

I wonder what his flesh tasted like…


Word Count: 482
Shout 2000 – Disturbed
Animus Vox – Glitch Mob
Hollow – Submersed

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I ignored the man's scent for the most part, not caring for emotions that it carried. I had one ear flicked backwards so I could hear him and be assured he was not preparing to attack. But besides that, I merely watched the land before me. Pine tree gave to pine tree, providing minimum shelter from the rain. This did not bother me. I was a machine built to overcome, and I was prepared to do so at sacrifice of comfort. I read this dog by the sound of his feet hitting the earth. Even steps. He was not allowing nature to overbear him. The mud could not slow him, and the rain would not chill him. A folami. A true one. We were such a rare find nowadays.

"Ah, you have kin." Again my tone was seemingly bored, but I trusted this brute by now to be in-tune to his surroundings enough to catch the hint of interest the words gave. This man was clearly a hunter, so he could read his prey. Or, in this case, his comrade. "Though I am not one to condone such things as actual litters, I am curious as to whom your sister is. If she is part of the pack, I would know her." I chanced a glance over my shoulder, seeing if I could tell by appearance alone. "You should be warned, however; the pack is split. I do hope your sister is not of the rebel pack--though I can not believe someone of your genes could be of such pathetic disloyalty." Yes, it sounded much like a compliment, but as I gave up trying to match his appearance to a woman that could be his kin, I eyed him with a challenge to my words. They were a challenge, after all. If this man had kin in the other pack, it meant he could share in that dog's faulty genes. Which could mean, should a war occur again, I would be forced to be weary of Inarak, knowing he could easily turn on my pack for the defense of his sibling.

Much like how Bidziil had done for the protection of Mahal and Carska both.

[nEwOL握敵]

Speaking on dear sister seemed to interest him. And a display of such interest perhaps meant that there where rebellious gears inside that little head of his that turned after all. But I believed that he wasn't like me. No, he dwelled in the standards that had been laid out for all 'normal' folami. The ones that they had tried to force on me and override everything else I'd already learned, once the experiment failed. There was a heart in my chest that beat... I'd been allowed to know that from the start... Perhaps that was my curse.

Then he spoke of how the pack had been split in two. Interesting. This changed things. I'd have to scope said other pack out for myself. Weigh my options. A thoughtful glance betrayed my face, but only for a moment, as it was quickly stifled. A small grin still managed to sneak its way onto one side of my face. "Don't be fouled but my choice of word. Dear Sister and I shared a womb, and the unfortunaty of the same experiment. Nothing more. Then my face became serious. For some reason the words that fell next affected me more then I would have guessed. My gaze fell just a tad. "We weren't made in a manor that makes for shared genes, that is as plain as the difference in our appearances."

Bringing my gaze up to sit on the brute before me once again, I once more forced a neutral face and tone. "She is a white furred fea, and last I saw her she was of a very pleasant disposition and went by Stitch." I said the words with a level of disinterest, unaware of these twos' previous association.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I halted, staring forward blankly. He had said Stitch, right? White fae? It added up nicely. "Rickalaru." I corrected him sharply. Stitch had said her friends were allowed to call her Stitch, but it seemed rather informal. I respected Stitch far too much to let such an informal name be tacked onto her in my presence. "Please, call her Rickalaru when around me." My tone was bland. If not for the words themselves, it would seem I was uninterested. I did not look at him. I could not if I wished my careful mask to stay in place. "A warrior." I paused before chancing a look over my shoulder at the man. "She is a Vea Apxn dog--the rebel pack."

With this I stared forward once more, remaining void of emotion as I trudged on through the mud. The quicker we got back to camp, the sooner I could release this dog to be escorted around by someone else. The sooner I could dash off into the woods and piss and moan to myself so that I could keep up this little robot charade for my pack. "Experiment?" I could not recall the mention of an experiment, but maybe she had mentioned it. Both our meetings had been so mentally overbearing for me I could have easily forgotten such details. I shouldn't be asking for him to delve deeper--it would help nothing. But I had feline in my genes...curiosity killed the cat.

[nEwOL握敵]

He stopped in his tracts all the sudden. Something about Stitch. Something about her struck some kind of note inside of him. My ears stood up, betraying my sudden alertness and curiosity. Then the name was issued forth from his lips. Her name, her birth name. So she'd started using it again ah? But what he said next is what betrayed him. So she was a dog of the rebel pack. The pack he had just earlier regarded harshly, like a defect. Yet he proclaimed her a warrior. And to do so was a sign of respect, not distaste. So despite his neutral tone, he clearly had some degree of respect for her.

Interesting.

I gave little more then a nod to indicate that I accepted his terms, and soon we where on the move again. But then the question fell from his maw... Experiment... Yes. Experiment, our experiment. My gaze fell to the ground before me, and my face and tone became serious. "They wanted to see just how effective a small squad would prove beside a grand pack... There where five of us in the start... To be of the up most effect with such small number, we had to be bonded tightly... And thus we where trained to care for one another. We were boned and unified in our task of hunting our prey. Rickalaru always took an interest in our safety though. Ultimately the experiment failed, in the end. One died in an incident. Another took his own life, and one escaped. Nearly at the cost of his life. So we were told to ignore what we learned and traned as normal Folami. Its all just riddles in the dark now..."

It was strange. I didn't remeber this story sucking so much.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

And yet, Rickalaru wanted family anyway? Even though the experiment was said be a failure? It didn't make sense. If the experiment failed, shouldn't Rickalaru realize how dangerous a family-oriented environment was? Dogs still killed themselves. They still tried to escape it. Dogs still were killed. It sounded much like what we go through now if trained regularly. Why would Rickalaru want to trade one hell for another?

Did I just say I lived in hell already?

I shook my head, throwing aside the droplets that had made base camp on my snout. I didn't know whether I should mentioned it to Rickalaru that I now knew of the experiment. I was working hard to trust her, even though every instinct said I should not in this moment. A failed experiment by human standards should not be made into what the whole pack is about. The humans obviously had not approved on such a small scale, so on a large scale they would consider it rebellion. Yes, I had to broach the subject with her on our next meet. When she brought Bidziil to give his answer. I would let the man go settle in and then approach Rickalaru on the matter. I had to be missing something.

It had been a short while since Inarak had finished his spiel now, and I had not said a word. I could smell the pack not even half a mile from here. We would be there in a few minutes, and then any chance of delving deeper would be gone for the time being. Should I delve deeper, though? Would it be wise? Would it be right?

It wouldn't. It would be beyond wrong--it would be uncalled for. Disloyal. Moronic. Bad. I would not--no, I could not be sucked into it with this dog. Rickalaru knew I was a broken machine. I would ask her question because I did not have to fear her finding out I had a weakness. She already knew. "We are here." I broke through the natural barrier of low lying pine tree limbs and came upon the slum that was our camp. There was no need for a nice camp--folami do what they want, where they want to do it. There were a few poorly constructed dens for nursing mothers, and one finely built stone shelter for the alpha and alphess. Besides that it was just a stone slab in the middle of a pine forest. I looked over my shoulder quickly as I made a beeline to abandon this dog. "If you act like you belong, no one will question. We own no territory to protect--the world is ours." With that I broke back through the pine-limb barrier and ran.

OOC//; You can reply, convince someone else to bring a pack dog over, or just tell me to lock and archive I am done with Nimrod here for the time being. Unless you have something in mind that would make Inarak chase him down or call him back.

[nEwOL握敵]

ooc;// you can go ahead and archive