Winnie the Pooh [open]

[Kana]

--- Possible warning for graphic dinnertime and Carpathian's damn-fest. Chizzy's hungryyy tonight and I feel REALLY sorry for the poor Winnie the Pooh! ---

CHIZE'L

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"GAYUUUUUU!" Every bird in every tree lifted in unison as a mutilated howl rung out through the night air. The animals of the forest lifted their heads from their dens, burrows, and nests in fear of whatever monstrosity had caused the sound. It was if Hell itself had opened it's mouth and let the scream of soul within loose in an effort to shake the heavens from the sky. If they had seen the creature at the howl's source their suspicions would have been confirmed. A monster of a wolf, standing at nearly seven feet tall with fur the color of blood and ash. A single crimson/black eye cast an eerie glow over one half of its face as the orb reflected the light of the moon above. It had the faintist sliver chipped from its side and the next night it would be full... or maybe it had been full the night before. The hellhound, Chize'l, was not one to keep up with the great celestial body's schedule. It did not effect him, nor concern him. Only the faint call of a wolf's instincts reminded him just how important it would have been to him... had he not been created as a twisted play-thing of humans.

The clinking of metal and glass. Bubbles. Distinct voices in the background, beyond the sound of sloshing liquid and bubbles. "It's almost ready. The Angel Project's finest creation yet." "Are you sure about this? The last one withered." "His genes were strong enough... he'll be perfect. We'll milk so much money out of Russia with him!" "Is that who he's destined for?" "Tch, no. Japan's already assured, Russia's people are just to stupid to figure it out." "Hmmm... his eyes." Chize'l opened his eyes halfway. He could see two people so close, but something seemed off. Something seemed... wrong!

The creature shook it's blocky head. It had been long since then and he was enraged to think back on them. He was a test-tube-born-monster and had been trained to maim, to mutilate, to kill. His genes had been mutilated like the various opponents he'd faced in the past. The memories still what little intellect he still kept for himself and riled his blood. Chize'l swung his head to his flank to knaw as one of the profusly bleeding wounds in his side. At the painful reminder his attention returned to the very reason for that howl. His one good eye turned to survey the gore.

A bear, presumably black, laid at his paws with its body torn askew. He'd found the animal already wounded, a massive slash across its chest and had proceeded to maul it with practiced care so that it lived longer than it should have given the damage. Due to the moon's state his work was illuminated as clouds were pulled lazily away from the white orb by the winds. It's body was nearly severed in half and look so flat it was as if someone had dropped a boulder on it. Its ribs had been cleaned out by Chizzy's powerful paws and lungs, heart, stomach, intestines, everything... everything now lay scattered around the body. He sniffed at the delicate organs, curious as to their color under the moonlight. He was, for the most part, fasinated by the color of lungs. They had been a brilliant red, but were now a sickly purple color. Chize'l grinned in a pleased manner, wondering if the stench of it's own former body had caused it to deterioate so quickly. With barely parted jaws he snatched up dark purple liver and swallowed it whole in a manner similar to an aligator. What a pleasing meal. Chize'l suddenly lifted his eyes to the shadows. A question had suddenly dawned on him. "Strange."

What was powerful, much less large enough, to slash open the bear's chest in a way he himself, but no other, could do?

CARPATHIAN

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"Damn, damn, damn." Carpathian slung the sword over his shoulder so that the massive blade rested at an angle across his back. Grass and dew-damp sod was pulled from the ground as he trudged after a trail of blood. The wolf glanced down at his claws, the muscles controlling them flexed so tightly he thought they'd get stuck like that. His irritation seemed to follow him like an aura, as you've heard before "if looks could kill." He had been hunting, he had found food, he had almost killed the bear. He also had lost it. Carp mentally bit himself for finally being slower than a bear, then again they were faster than most gave them credit for. When they wanted to the rabies-ridden Poohbears could charge at someone at thirtyfive miles per hour. Luckily with a dearly swing of his well accustomed to blade that charge became a rear and an escape pretty quickly.

Now the dark brown Eurasian wolf stalked after his quarry, only to be scared to the point of wetting himself at a sudden sound that mixed between his own howl and a fabled dragon's roar. The wolf couldn't help but let his muzzle snap near the hilt of the massive weapon out of instinct. Noticing it was still a bit away he let his muscles relax one by one before following the blood trail once agian... noticing darkly that it lead towards the sound.

After a few minutes of walking silently as a plague he eventually reached the edge of the small clearing where a monsterous shadow fed itself hungrily on the internal organs of his catch. Carpathian's anger shot through the roof of the forest so quickly he forgot just what was before him. "HEY! BASTARD! THAT'S MY KILL YOU'RE HORKIN' DOWN!" With a vicious snarl the wolf swung his head up to latch his strong jaws onto the handle of his blade before swinging it off his back. The smooth metal gleamed under the moonlight as corny as it was, but Carpathian didn't bother to act noble or intimidating. He was to busy realizing what hell he was in for. The furious (and scared sh*tless) male clenched his fangs down on the hilt and put a single paw foward as the beast raised it's head. "Damned sonofa..."
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[Sawyer]

The blood of his family spread far across the land of their ancestors, pooling and combining into a bitter smelling web of genocide, connecting the bodies of the fallen victims that lay forever still. The sight enraged him and set fire to his chest and forced his legs to move forward like a puppet to his emotions. The wind whipped his deep wine-colored pelt as the world blurred around him, the only focal point lay in front of him, beside the limp, lifeless form of his father - the sword. The waning light cast shadows on the cold steel of the blade, giving it the appearance of being engulfed in a flame, similar to the one raging within him. Without hesitation, he snatched the handle of the weapon in his fangs and charged forward, his sight locked on one of the humans that invaded his home, killed his family, and murdered his father. He didn't feel his paws leave the ground but suddenly felt trapped in a state of suspended animation, the world around him fading into a sea of red. The fire that burned in his chest suddenly erupted and surged its way from his throat as an unnatural and spine chilling sound, just before the red wave was swallowed by blackness.

Lucifer heard a gasp escape his own mouth as he awoke with a start, his world still consumed by utter darkness, but this was nothing new to him. This could be seen by the jagged scars carved from his brow to his cheek, running through his eyes on each side of his face. Pupils paled to such light silver, matching the irises, his blind gaze glanced around the space around him sightlessly, brow furrowed in deep thought and confusion.

The dream he had just experienced had felt real, a distant memory never forgotten. This was because not many years ago it was his reality, his own living nightmare that he couldn’t wake from until the damage was done - his pack and his sight destroyed beyond repair. The sickening dream plagued him almost nightly, he wasn’t unfamiliar to this vision. However, this time a new element had been added, his memory tampered with by some outside force - the deafening, unnatural sound that roared from his throat just before he lost his sight.

At the thought of this he tilted his head in the direction of Aros’ sleeping form beside him, it hadn’t felt like he young wolf had been stirred by his wakening. Perking his ears as if listening to an unseen figure, he gave a small nod of his head, satisfied that Aros was fine. Luc was protective of his younger cousin, the last remaining tie to his old life, the only living blood he had from his family, and the only one around him that knew and remembered the darkest hour of their lifetimes.

Suddenly, his body shuddered as if a cold wind had broken past his thick pelt, causing him to shiver from the chill. The feeling caused him to lift his muzzle to the night sky, the forest around them illuminated by the soft light cast by the moon, nearly full off by 24 hours. The spirits were restless tonight, he could feel it in the air and he pondered what could cause them to stir so. Inhaling deeply, he took in the scent of the dew-covered grass and stone of the mountains, traces of the deer herds and humidity of a storm yet to hit. There was also the strong scent of wolves, members of his pack, familiar to him, as well as those of a stranger… also familiar to him. But how could this be? He didn’t recognize it, yet there was something about it that screamed at him to delve deep into his memory. Nothing came to his mind.

Intruders to their pack lands were bad enough, but this new development opened a new door for him – curiosity. Bringing his muzzle back down, he nudged Aros firmly between his shoulder blades before rising to his feet himself. Though he waited for the young wolf to wake, he took a few steps forward, eager to be on their way and investigate.

*

Everyone was screaming. The storm had snuck upon their territory without warning, the sky clear over their heads in the fading evening light, yet the thunder cracked the sky with its power so strong that it knocked the wolves on the battlefield off their feet in a rain of blood. With jaws parted in an expression of shock, he heard their battle cries as they ran forward, only to stagger back in a fleeting yelp of pain before falling silent as they hit the ground. This was the manner he witnessed his father die. Out of the corner of his gaze he caught a glimpse of a purple haze darting across the terrain, his cousin, Lucifer. As if a string was tied between them he was brought to his feet and pulled forward onto the bloodstained ground. As he approached the shadowed figure of his father, he saw the light flicker across his eyes and fade into the glazed over embrace of death. With no aid to be provided, he stopped just long enough to strip the body of its weapons, driving the harness over his own scalp and settling the crossbow over his shoulder. Without another moment of hesitation he darted forward, sending arrows in every direction he heard the footsteps of the two-legged assailants, the thunder still rolling over his head, beating against his eardrums. Soon, urged forward by the adrenaline pulsing in his ears, he lunged straight for one of the monsters, shifting his crossbow out of the way as it was useless to him now. The loud sound of the snapping of his jaws came close to the flesh so many times but a solid object in the man’s hands blocked him from his target. The storm seemed so close now, the thunder boomed practically on top of him, echoing in his ears but slowly faded, as the storm must have began to disappear into the distance. As if in a final gesture of power, a light quaking of the earth shook beneath his paws, before finally… silence.


Something thumped him in the back sharply, his brilliant green eyes flashing open at the pressure and he glanced around him, taking in the elongated shadows of the trees that snaked across the ground as they fled the bright light of the moon. Looking up, he saw Lucifer waiting for him, a troubled expression etched on his features. Getting to his feet immediately, his eyes reflected a look of concentration and he scanned the area for anything that would cause his cousin’s unease. It was difficult, he was young after all and he wasn’t experienced so nothing was ever clear when he attempted to tap into this strange ability of his. Still, something large was in the area, perhaps a bear but he wasn’t sure. Whatever was here there was something off about it, something monstrous that gave him a similar off feeling. It had to be the source of Luc’s concern, and it was important that they investigate it, whatever it was.

Snapping out of his concentration, he glanced up to see Lucifer jerk his head South, motioning him to follow him. Words meant little to Aros so physical movements were his main source of communication between the two wolves. No one could tell at first glance, the young wolf lived in a world of silence. Unlike Lucifer one couldn’t give him a simple once over and see his impairment, that is unless they asked him something while his back was turned. Yet he can still talk to a degree, though he tends to utter things quietly, because he wasn’t always this way. The disturbed dream was actually a memory replaying like a broken record in his subconscious. A close to accurate account of the night his pack mates as well as the rest of his world fell forever silent.

Obediently, he followed Lucifer, his shoulder to the older male’s hip, a gesture that made it so Luc would know he was there and could focus his attention on the terrain ahead. Though he didn’t always agree with the older wolf, Aros secretly looked up to his cousin. After all it was Lucifer’s courage in charging the battlefield that night that spurred him to follow his lead, even if it cost them each one of their senses, they would have otherwise allowed the humans to take over their land had they stood aside.

Since that faithful day they’d been closer than they were prior to the incident. It was as if spilling blood side by side in battle made them more connected then their blood relation ever had for them. Now, as they stalked their way through the winding maze of trees of their mountain territory, Aros silently wondered if that bond would be put to the test once more. Slinking close to the ground, the black tones in his pelt melted with the shadows around him, only the deep crimson markings glinted from the luminous light source like bloodstains. As they got closer to the target area he shrug his left shoulder forward a bit making for an uncomfortable gait, yet his footsteps remained quiet and his stride was unhindered, the position allowing him better access to his crossbow should the situation require it. Slowly, a break in the tree line came into view as they silently approached a clearing, the raw stench of blood embracing them in a hostile welcome.

[Kana]

CHIZE'L

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Chize'l lifted his box-like skull with narrowed eyes as his ears were suddenly filled with boisterous shouting from behind. The great hellhound turned to look upon a rather odd sight and the answer to his question. So it was this runt he'd stolen and partaken the meal from? It was a sad sight really, besides the odd tool it weilded in its jaws. Chize'l was just about to laugh at it when that odd thing swiped across the tip of his nose. There was something similar to 'warning strike' coming from the small canid, but Chize'l would have none of it. He slapped a massive paw down on the blade and rested his weight on the leg. There was no sounds of the sword breaking, but he could see it sinking into the soil. Once the wolf got over the shock and presumed to try and maul his paw Chize'l got off the sword. It was a rather curious thing indeed.

While the wolf was busy trying to pry his sword from the dirt Chize'l loomed over him with a huge paw poised to knock the wolf into next week when he caught the feeling of being watched. They were not alone. Someone must have scented the meal or heard his roar. More moths to the flame like the pink-eyed male below him. The hellhound swirled towards the tree line and charged, all six feet of muscle and tendons powering at whatever ungracious creature(s) had interupted his kill like Carpathian had interupted his meal.

CARPATHIAN

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It was official, Carpathian was having a marvelous day today minus the bear running away, the bear getting killed by a monster, said monster eating said bear, said monster then trying to kill HIM, and he was sure said monster would eat him as well. Not to mention his sword was now in two inches of dirt and he could feel a toe cramp coming on. "Well damn it all..." The brute fixed his jaws around the handle when suddenly the moon disappeared. He tilted his head and looked up, never letting go of the blade. What he saw assured him the world wasn't going to end... but that his world would. When the grey-striped, dark red beast of a canine looked away and charged Carpathian let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. There was a god afterall!

He pried the great blade from the soil and luckily it wasn't to damp and nothing stuck. With a single wide swing to shake off any dust Carpathian turned to face the behemoth with the blade poised at his side for assualt. What he saw before the charging creature made his heart stop. His jaws went lax and the blade fell heavily to the ground.

Lucifer? Aros? No, it couldn't have been them, but it was. There was no mistaking those pelts, even in the dark of night and in the shadows of the trees. Would they remember him? He knew that even if they did they would be wrong in calling him for when they had played together as pups in the dens he had been named Roman. Back then it had been the sword that had been named Carpthian. His father used to relay tales of the foreign wolves he visited and one had been where their gods, Fenris and Tor, had taken a mighty blade and punished the earth for falling into sin by striking it and as the blade struck the ground it carved out many canyons and valleys and from them formed the Carpathian mountains. Thus the sword received the name of The Carpathian Carver. When he had taken this sword from his father's body, that he himself had taken the last breath of, he had taken the name of it as well and deserted his given name. The dark pelted brute narrowed his pink eyes on the two wolves before lunging after the hellhound, blade already turning in a smooth arch to sink into the red flesh. First, he would rid himself of this monster. Then, he would deal with his former brothers-in-arms.

The only thought on his mind was if... they had seen his traitorous acts of fleeing battle and killing his own, wounded father. Old friends or not, there was a fine line between forgivness and the gallows.
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[★Ryuujin★]

huff, huff, huff...

Warm breath fell out as clouds from the parted maw as the wolf-dog silently made his way through the forest. Blue eyes focused themselves contently on the darkened ground before him, studying it carefully. Working in perfect harmony with his eyes, his paws made careful movements to avoid rocks, small branches and other hazardous strewn objects. Roxas didn't feel like bleeding, not tonight especially with the strange scents lingering in the air.

Blood. The thick, red substance always seemed to lead him straight to trouble. Whether it was his nose leading him to these problems, or the noses of others leading them to him - He always managed to lose something from it, and gain something else. Questions. One of the major ones that always arose in his mind, was why was blood so important. It never seemed to do him any good at least. Quite the opposite really. Either his own blood was out to get him, or he had the worst luck on the planet. Either way, he was doomed.

Golden ears perked up suddenly as one of the strangest noises he had ever heard reached them. What the hell was that! The sound sent a chill that violently sliced through him as he raised his head, stopping in his tracks. The noise was definitely inhuman, that was for sure. In all his times of passing through Tokyo, never had he heard a noise as primal as that. Canine? No. It couldn't be that either, could it? Dogs of all shapes and sizes that he had seen couldn't produce a sound like that, a sound that coiled in and tore at the the insides of his ears - lingering.

Laying his ears flat against his mane, Roxas let out a growl, lowering his head again in attempt to escape the noise. Whatever it was, it was huge - massive even, and it gripped him with two feelings. Fear, and even worse, curiosity. Perhaps his blood wasn't out to get him at all, perhaps he had average luck - maybe it was just curiosity that was always biting him. But even then, it made no sense to him. Doesn't curiosity kill the cat? I'm a canine, that would spare me.... right? The thought crossed his mind rather hopefully as the noise stopped, Roxas raising his head once again.

What the hell, My day can't get any worse, right? The wolf-dog flexed his paws before bolting in the direction he swore the noise had come from. Curiosity did indeed kill the cat, and it was about to claim its first canine as well. Perhaps it was confused when claiming Roxas, perhaps his mane gave curiosity the impression of him being a young lion, as it had many others before it.

Before he could comprehend it, there before him stood one of the largest beings he had ever seen. Ever. Digging his paws deep into the ground, butt sinking into the dirt, Roxas slid to a stop - maw gaping, ears laid back in awe. Awe, or fear? Both mingled in his mind as he couldn't help but stare at the great beast. HOLY SHI- Thoughts were interrupted as instinct set in - seeing the great beast charge - and he quickly scrambled back to his feet, dashing behind one of the larger trees. Every fiber of his being shook with adrenaline. Indeed he had seen the monster canine, so feral and primal - but that wasn't the only thing he saw.

Peeking around the tree, his blue eyes fell on the brown wolf standing behind the charging monster, holding his head high. His eyes were immediately attracted to the large, gleaming sword that he held in his maw and a sudden feeling of longing rushed through him. It had been too long since he held a blade in his own maw, though, as much as he missed it, it would most likely do him no good now, as he would be so rusty.

Bravery suddenly filled his aching chest, causing his paws to move on their own accord, taking him around the tree and into the opening. With a growl, he forced himself to stop. This was exactly the thing that got him into trouble, but, he couldn't exactly help it now, could he? Besides, there was no turning back now, as he was certain he had been noticed by now.

[Montgomery]

Mashinkage

For countless days Mashin had been on the move, non-stop. He had traveled across countless territories and cities trying to cure his never ending boredom. Luckily for him, he had cured it several times, by sparring or fighting with random dogs as he continued to wander the country side. This was the day/night he had actually stopped just to relax and enjoy the world around him. He had taken time and care to nestle himself high up in a tree. Personally, he loved this view of the world around him. He could see for what seem forever and no one could see him. Calm had washed over him like a cool rush of water in that tree. For you see, he had been lost in meditation for hours. Never once did he open his eyes thanks to his Mind's Eye. Anything that flew by or walked under the tree was seen clearly.

Tonight seemed like the perfect night to relax, but something was VERY wrong. The air was heavy with darkness and impurity. All was good in his little world until the silence was broken.

"GAYUUUUUU!" His eyes shot open and his ears perked up. "That doesn't sound too good..." From his resting position, he thrust himself off and down into the trees below him, nimbly dashing from one branch to the next, heading to-wards the very sound. "Looks like there's no rest for the wicked..." He snickered a bit, flashing his deadly teeth to no one as he ran through the trees.

He was mentally biting himself for not realizing something was wrong when he sensed the wounded bear running for it's life. Not many things could wound a bear like that...Seems like he was about to have a blast. "C'mon dammit...Run faster...I CAN'T miss whatever is going on out there!" With those words of self assurance, those ninja reflexes kicked in as he bounded to the scene of slaughter.

As the Koga dog neared his destination, his nose was filled with the scent of flesh blood and...other dogs? His eyes widened as he landed on a high branch above the bear carcass. Whatever it was charging at the sword wielding canine was unholy. Just the sight of the beast made his body shiver with excitement, exhilaration, and fear. Silently he circled the the area and dropped down beside Roxas. He was going to offer words of comfort and assurance of assistance when he saw the sword wielding dog rush at the great beast as to kill it.

"That fucker is suicidal...I don't know your name kid, and I'm not gonna ask. My name is Mashinkage of the Koga Ninja dogs. So let's keep save the whole introduction process for after we deal with...THAT" Just as he settled into his fighting position, growling and barring his magnificent fangs, he finally realized the other two canines joining this area. Trying his best to multitask, Mashin focused on the beast while trying to clear his mind to try and assess the dog's around him, that way he would know whether or not the threat would be over once they fell the beast.

Without waiting for Roxas to reply, he threw himself into the fight. Moving as quick as possible, he crossed behind Carpathian running at his side to strike along side him. Mashinkage snarled loudly as he kicked off the ground and flung himself at the hellhound, assassin fangs bared and ready to rip a chunk out of the beast's shoulder blade.

[Kei-san|:]

Ok, she could take the loud yell and go back to sleep, but now the consistency of unrecognizable scents caused Maiku to stir a bit and rise from the clearing on the florest floor. She grumpily lifted her white head, ears curved in black, and looked on with icy blue eyes. She had a lazyness to her as she rose, though growling a bit, she seemed lathargic and uncordianted. "Damn dogs stirring me from a nice nap..." she growled to herself, shaking off. She opened her eyes, and they were now a milky yellow/blue in annoyance. She glared ahead, head level with haunches. A nose twitch; taking in scents... who exactly was she dealing with now? Whoever it was, they'd be damned not to a get a good nagging from her jaws, and a bit of a snap too. Her tail lashed. Cordinance in her body was clearly back inside of her, and with this, she lifted a paw to step forward. Wait... Is that... four new scents? Ony my turf? Maiku barked loudly and growled, baring fangs that shown in the moonlight. A long calling howl returned her from the stone den far off behind her, signaling Sabre's awakening. She doubted his lazy ass would come, but at least he'd acknowledged her warning. Maiku began a stalking trot through the brush, panting and seeing silver sheers of breathe condense into the air like nothing. Her tongue lolled out in the manner of a slight smile. It was going to be a fun night.