A Ravager's Rendezvous [Kisbane]

[Hinaezuu Atradico]

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[atrb=background,http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n516/NeuralDefekt/Posting%20Tables/Mimic_BG.png] text | speech | thought There was no denying that he took a perverse pleasure in this. After he first set his paws the Clearing, he had made a beeline for the Alpha den and - if he rightly recalled the next turn of events - Kivak had warned him under no circumstances to venture to the hollow where the pack took their rest. Most especially the cub dens. Yet here he was. For a couple of hours Mimic had indulged in lingering by the rear side of the den where the fae known as Azamakaios slept; hopefully out of the way of her father, and keeping close to the thicker wall of trees boxing all the residents in. Unfortunatley, he had noticed that the number of residents herein had taken a drastic upward spike in the past few days. This is what was troubling the turncoat wolf, what had driven him to call on the aid of his 'leader'. Kisbane and Darkheart had instructed he simply spy the pack out, his winning a place among them - no matter how precarious a position and standing - was a completely unexpected advantage which would surely help to further his own ends. Only if he could remember to call upon his manners that had long lain dormant though, and it was something he was doing a poor job at. If he was going to wander even to the very cusp of acceptance by the wolves here, he would have to do as the Alphas said - and respect their visitors, regardless of how much he wanted to hurt them. And he did want to hurt them; all of them. When that confounded Starcursed had piped up with her unwanted opinions, he had delighted in watching her squirm in his mind's eye, fantasising over the damage he could do, the damage that he still might do. There must come a day when daddy and her paramour were not there to watch over her shoulder, and when that day came it would be he that followed faithfully at her tail. But not to help. The darkling male tossed his muzzle, grazing his scarred nose and lips over the naked branches that raked at his face as he stood nestled in the shadow of the forest. It hurt, but he didn't mind. He could not afford to get carried away in the mind within his mind now, there was work to be done. Patiently, he stood in wait for Kisbane's arrival. Words: 412 Comments: Bleh, not my best writing. I must get into it!

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[Chande Crescentmoon]

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[atrb=background,http://i912.photobucket.com/albums/ac326/NamiWolf/Table/kisbanemid.jpg] text | speech | thought She was young, and gorgeous looking. Though her mask of evil scolded her eyes. It truly was all Kisbane knew to be right. It was not that she wanted to be morbid; it was how she was made to be after her mate's death. Now she had to dabble in a love affair with a wolf with as much a wicked heart. Why his heart was wicked was unannounced to even herself. But she did not ask questions. Her past lover was much nicer; even if the other bitches got their taste of him. Maybe Kisbane was a little jealous of the hareming chain. Or maybe she wanted one of her own? Mimic, a wolf that came to them with a taste for Hinaezuu and Kivak's blood pleased her highly. It was moreso DarkHeart who had wished him to get close to the pack. With him gone, she had no one to really look for in the crowds. So for a split moment in her travels settling her eyes on him was.. pleasing. A wolf with much advantage and had possibly done worse then even Dark himself could have. Or even Kisbane, as Kisbane was unknowledged of the pupkiller before her. To her, the pupkiller was a mere.. Allie, a friend of sorts I guess? Her paws hit the soil below. Raising her head just lightly as she saw him. A possible. Reflex? She enjoyed how she hadn't the need to really do the whole stance. In all truthfulness... Kisbane hated packs too. But to get her revenge on her past lover; she would go through Darkheart to do so. "Mimic" She stated, an almost lovely vocal hit her voice but she tormented her vocal chords to then say it in a raspy voice. Instead of her kind, enchanting tones. They were rare these days. A nod to greeting. "..Surely you actually bring me good news? I have been dissapointed so many.. Times.." She said with an exasperated sigh. Words: 324 Comments: Durrr.. I love how.. I rp with her ;D;?

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[Hinaezuu Atradico]

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[atrb=background,http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n516/NeuralDefekt/Posting%20Tables/Mimic_BG.png] text | speech | thought I have seen her so many times, and yet each time I lay my eyes on her it as though I see her for the first time... When Mimic first came to Darkheart he was weak, not in body or spirit but in mind. Many who had tried to understand him had been inclined to convince the young male that his poor health of mind was the driving force behind his committing the atrocities to which he was held accountable. Can none among them understand he may simply have acted because that was his wish to do so? Darkheart had not understood this, neither did he seem to care when they crossed ways. Kisbane was different though; he saw a darkness in her that he recognised within himself not so long ago and each time his cold eyes crossed her they realised something new. He had come to accept the darkness as part of himself and found that he was wondering more and more if she had ever thought to do the same. Through their work, they had distanced themselves personally. It was a necessity. All wolves involved in the ongoing upset of the Earthensong lands were interested in their own ends, each one having their own gains to accomodate. Yet his intrigue in her was quite unmistakeable. He could see when she emerged before him that the female was slightly better filled out than when he last saw her properly; no doubt any morsels stolen from the pack had seen her regain at least a sliver of her health of past days. He on the other hand remained his skeletal self whatever food he had taken. But it had not gone to waste; in fact it had kept him sentient and well enough to rein the side he was less inclined to display in company. Mimic was not mad, quite the opposite. In truth he was rather intelligent, his only downfall being a slightly sociopathic tendency in his nature. Kisbane's oddly warm voice melted into his ears and a sickly smirk lifted his taught muzzle, contorting his gnarled but handsome face to a mask of dark amusement. "My Lady", jest aside, such was how he addressed her, "to bring you bad news would surely bode ill for me as much as for you and your companion. Who... I trust... is quite well?" There was not a doubt in Mimic's mind that he had the makings of a far greater mate than Darkheart could dream of, but then he was acutely vain and egotistical. He was not stupid though, and he would never challenge the male for he knew what fuelled his rage and passions. Such a wolf could be dangerous and if there was only one thing that Mimic sought to protect, it was his own interests and wellbeing. Mimic's smile seemed to drip from his muzzle, ooze into nothingness until it had vanished and his eyes were replaced by glassy orbs that simply witnessed all things with a passive, predatory sight. "I am not sure who would dare to disappoint you, Kisbane, but I am not one to be counted among them. I bring no news that holds bad tidings for our little crowd. However", he hesitated ever so slightly and his muzzle gave an odd jerk before he continued, "Kivak and his family are not the only ones in the Clearing. I do not insult your vigilance and accept that you possibly noticed already. But they are very loyal... and fiercely defensive", Mimic snapped shortly as he rolled his shoulders. All at once his face began to sting where the fae Aliera had latched on to the side of his neck and ripped at his fur. It was the only time he had been thankful for his winter pelt; he usually preferred the colder weathers. He hoped that Kisbane would not make the mistake of assuming he was to ask for her guidance on how to proceed - he had made it quite clear that, in the main at least, he was a free agent and it was his one and only desire to return the service to Hinaezuu that her bonehead of a mate provided for his damned mother. It had to be admitted by even him though that although he was out for his himself, there were others to consider in the equation. If there was anything Mimic enjoyed it was a good conflict, especially if he could sit back and watch it on a front row seat with the blood of a wrongdoer spilling from his bloodied maw. He wondered if Kivak would wound him badly when he made to kill him... He hoped so. The Clearing was asleep at this time and most of the comings and goings within were of animals not resident' nevertheless though, Mimic's ears quirked uncontrollably to the slightest inkling of movement - most of which were caused by himself as he had resumed his irritating habit of restless pacing. Halting before the female, he turned to Kisbane and met her eyes a moment. "The white wolf does not trust me, he thinks he knows of my plans and has forbade me from entering the Clearing. Though he is quite happy to receive my reports outwith their home", he explained with venom, "But the Alpha bitch is naive and seems easily lulled, I am sure her manipulation will be easy. I need to know when and how I can strike without betraying our grander... schemes. I want... the... brute. The brujo is... mine", he relayed haltingly, but resolutely. He was so convinced of himself and of his confidence in gaining Hinaezuu's trust. Surely Kivak would challenge her reliability of judgement if she were to draw him into the fold? Mimic had overheard she and Chande speaking of the cub-killer Arrow in their midst, recalled her disgust. His past was unknown to most at present. Perhaps in light of these views, it was best for the success of their plans. Words: 1000 Comments: I love Kisbane! And did I mention her posting table is awesome? Just thought I would say it again, mwahahaha...haha!

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