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Post by Teffi on Feb 22, 2011 12:55:05 GMT -5
OoC;; Okay, everyone that is part of this plot MUST be active on this thread, because the plot wont go anywhere then. And those who I havent talked to but are intrested in joining Angra Mainyu, may also post here.But only if your SURE about it  [/size] -- "And it Starts.."
In the depths of the nightly-mountain range, and dark figure stalked silently. The figure was rather long and tall, resembling of a canine of some sorts. But if one was to assume what it was, one wouldn't say a dog right away. No, it was much to large to be one. But what exactly was this creature that seemed to move quite smoothly across the difficult terrain? It went by the name of Angra Mainyu and he was no ordinary canine. He was a sinister, large Coyote-Hellhound. And he had been planning to rule the world with the help with his canni-friends.
"Oh yes, this would work" he would tell himself with a long smile that was outlined with what seems to be red paint. The clown of a canine was intelligent and cunning. He knew how to make those who were ready for him, stay on his side. And tonight would be a little party for those loyal members that would fancy being powerful along with him.
The large creature softly made his way down the mountain that he was on the side of. His zig-zag movement would make the most sane, confused and mesmerized especially because his right leg had the typical "hypnotism" pattern. His hollow eyes and large black ears only looked and pointed forward as he moved.
At the base of the mountain had already been prepared for the ceremony. Two branch like torches had been propped up from the ground, already ignited. In between them was a large, flat, boulder-like-rock. On top of the large rock was a bunch of weeds on the left and to the right was an area that was empty as if awaiting for something to be placed there. Behind this seemingly ritualistic display was a large cave like den, which seemed to lead to somewhere. All along the arc of the opening of the cave the blood of deer smeared all over it, and the body was right outside of it.
Angra, happy with what he saw, dipped his head as he closed his eyes and smiled. It was almost time, and this made him extremely happy. Now, it was time to wait for those who would vow to follow him for ever, and because of this vow, would in turn, be royal themselves.[/size] "C'mon my friend, follow me" [/right][/size] |
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Post by Lyca on Feb 22, 2011 16:49:03 GMT -5
Four black shadows sped across the tough terrain with ease. A black and dark crimson blood marked male lead the other three. In his mouth, the young former prince dragged the body of an old allie and comrade. The corspe of Rouka; the doberman pinscher male with a chain collar that had been friends with his mother; Lyca. His dark crimson eyes blazing with victory as he neared the place of meeting.
Behind him were the two mastiff mix siblings; Kin and Hokaku, each carrieing a wild piglet in their jaws. Kin's gold/amber like pelt stood out against the darkness that surrounded the group. Hokaku however was the most brightly coated with her light cream pelt and white spots. Metsubou; the black and white great dane raced along side Zabuza with a full grown male deer clamped in his jaws.
It did not take long for the group of four to find the hellhound that visited their old home. Coming to the small clearing, the four canines stood there breathing heavily as they waited for the tall creature to say something.
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Post by Teffi on Feb 24, 2011 16:02:06 GMT -5
OoC: I will post when everyone replies =] [/size]
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Post by Karinne on Mar 1, 2011 21:03:08 GMT -5
Kryk stalked along the twisting path a beautiful Mute Swan dangling delicately in her jaws. It had been extravagantly difficult to find in the mountain peeks, and this bird must have flown of course. It had been wandering about the edge of a stream, and she had to sneak up on it, and kill it with pin point accuracy as to not damage its beauty.
With her keen blue eye she spotted two branches rising from the ground, each sharp like the horns of some earth hidden beast. Atop of each a bright orange flame flickered and spat. the scent of other dogs bathed the area, and the ground was marked by their paws. She paused for a moment, considering turning back. Spinning on her heels she padded up the path a short ways to compose herself.
The delicate gourmet meats flavour from the swan hung in her mouth as she groomed her fur. She made sure that the black side looked sleek and the white side looked fluffy and soft, it added to her beauty. The opposite patches seamed to look a little less on when she did that. Just as she was about to grasp the delicate swan back in her jaws; she felt a tickle in her throat. A father perhaps? Suddenly her classic scream split the sky. Swiftly yet delicately, she picked up her rare catch and hurried to down the path back to what looked like a form of party area.
Her one blue eye and one red eye looked about curiously for the handsome yet bizarre massive hound. She looked quickly at he other dogs then back to her spot. She hoped he would return soon.
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Post by Teffi on Mar 3, 2011 16:14:57 GMT -5
The smell of smoke and blood caught the skinny dog's attention. Cocking his head, he got up from an underground den he had resided. It had been night, which meant he could tread upon the lands of the dark. His taught tummy began to rumble as he got closer and closer to the site of what appeared to be some sort of ritual. Automatically, the Lurcher had his attention on full gear as he saw the others with their dead animals hanging from their mouths. He turned to the smaller Coyote, and because she was a female knew he could talk to her with no worries. "What is this?" he asked, as his tall frame sat next to her's in a smooth-non threatening manner.(OoC; this character is up for adoption)
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A stocky, pure bred Bull Terrier shuffled out of the forest, dragging an adult boar within his square jaws. Though he seemed to be the shortest of all the adult canines on the scene, he seemed to have the most compacted, and muscular build. The brown and white male dropped his prize as he looked around at the crowd. "Heh, weird variety it seems. Boss seems to know what he is doing" chuckled he with a tough, almost Maffia mix New York like accent. By his posture and demeanor it seemed like he wasn't one to usually pick fights, but end them. His chocolate brown eyes shifted to the two, mastiff mutt puppies. He flashed a warm smile at them and gestured them to come over to him. "'ey you little iddie bitties! You guys sure look tough for yous ages!", his tongue lolled out of his thick jaws as he winked at them. Creepy? Maybe, but Razzal wasn't one to ever harm anyone he called family.
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The Coyote had been busy gathering followers to fill the throne that was to come. He had managed to conjure several plans in that twisted head of his that would only work if strict measures were to be taken. Perfection was the only way to go. Minutes ticked on by and finally, Mr. Mainyu emerged from out of the tree lines with a small, black pup in his mouth. His name was Shuka, and he seemed to be a pup filled with life..Something the coyote loved. He dropped the pup by his feet and looked at all of the canines that were before him.
"Welcome, to the beginning of your new life. The life of success, anger, prosperity, and power!" He walked over to what seemed like the sacraficing table and turned around, watching all. "Those who follow must'nt have the faintest of heart, and if you do I advise you to leave right now. As for the rest- stay and keep on listening." he stopped then continued,"Vows and protocals are to be taken extremely serious, no exceptions..Not even for me." his voice was solid and very serious, for once. When it came to the nitty gritties of rituals and procedures Angra Mainyu did not play around. "What needs to be done, needs to be done without hesitation, I dont care who you are." his eyes looked over the crowd but stayed longer on the fallen prince of the Bad Blood Theif Gang. If the coyote had to guess who would fall out of line, it would be the young wolf-mutt- but then again judging was something stupid to do so he carried on, "Other than the vows and protocals, all is allowed to behave the way they want to. Is everybody in?"
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Post by Kei-san|: on May 1, 2011 0:22:39 GMT -5
At first, Shuka stayed curled and small when dropped, instinctively of course. His scruff made him immediately surrender still in his young state. But the mentions of power and prosperity made his ears flick. He felt his blood move a little bit faster, his brain clear a little more since the ridiculous mix up where this strange Coyote had picked him up. And Shuka suddenly straightened out, ears stretched forward as his snake red eyes gleamed, making him seem to stand out if his size and youth did not. Interest brushed his face with careful sensitivity, curious caution. His very paws itched the ground as the coyote continued his speech. At the very end, Shuka did not speak. He was always one to use action over words, and his lanky pup body stepped forward with a flash of the eyes to signify that he absolutely accepted all terms. Something to live up to, someone to follow for power and perhaps his love of bloodshed... Someone to finally guide him (how lost he was since the passing of his parents). It was his hope and desire for someone to point him in the right direction. For what can a young pup figure out when on his own for so long? It was confusing... But Shuka is that confused pup no more. |
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