-Stuck on that road- .:Virginia:.

[Ghost]

~Solitude~

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Can this place get anymore boring...? The wars and animosity flowing like the wind was sweeping other parts of the world but didn't seem to affect the people here. They all lived they're lives like the olden days. The age of innovation when vampires, faeries and werewolves were stuff in the movies. Same old, same old. Same old trashy towns. Same old stupid teenagers doing stupid things. Same old everything.

Not that Zanga would know of those times. His parents told him stories about it. So he could at least put bits and pieces together to connect the current happenings with the past's. Either way, this place was the most boring he'd encountered yet. The people from ages past had erected many statues and special landmarks. But they fell into disrepair long before Zanga came along. With the landmarks, so did the buildings. Many of them were in horrible condition. Practically falling apart. He sat, contemplating of what he's seen so far of this dumpy state. According to his ratings, this place didn't even deserve half a star.

He shifted his position, leaning back on the tree trunk while sitting on the branch he planted himself onto. Confirming his decision, he decided it was time to move on. The humans here were to ignorant for his taste. Not that he wasted his time talking to any of them. He hated humans. Each and everyone of them. After all, humans were the reason he was parentless. The children here took their caregivers for granted. Sassing and lashing back at them when corrected. Never taking in the thought they could be lost to them at any given moment. In the blink of an eye.

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[/size]itiful...[/i]"[/color] he mumbled to himself. His deep voice rumbled in the back of his throat as he did, almost forming into a slight growl. The thought of humans irritated him. Everything irritated him these days. It was the loneliness getting to him again. Once again, these humans took everything they had for granted. He longed for someone that could understand him. A friend maybe. But every time he would get close to someone, they would be taken away from him. Right under his nose. So he just chose to stay away from everyone. He couldn't lose anyone if he had no one to lose.

Z[/b]anga rested his head back against the trunk of the tree. It seemed to be his only sense of comfort right now. Peering up at the dark sky, he tried to at least amuse himself a little by making out random shapes with the stars. But here, there was too much light for the stars to show their true brilliance. He always did prefer forests over towns.

He caught sight of the crescent moon in the sky. Partly veiled by thin, grey clouds. One of his favorite pass times was staring at the brilliant celestial being. He was mesmerized by its beauty. Sometimes he'd spend hours just staring at it. Of course, it probably had this affect on most Weres. But when it was full and shined in all its glory at the nights prime, Zanga was filled with an overwhelming erge to shift and run. Anywhere, for miles. Or just howl 'till he couldn't anymore. Sometimes he just wanted to chew on something... All these feelings mixed into one, welling up inside his chest. Growing ever stronger and harder to hold in.

Slipping from the branch and landing firmly onto the ground, he started walking. Not knowing where and just letting his feet carry him where ever. He slipped the hood of his green and black barred hoodie back on and put his hands in its pockets, letting his feet carry him into the night.[/size]

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((Not one of my best posts... .-. I apologize.))

[MukLuk]

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[Ghost]

~Memories Of The Past~

Deep in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the girl's eyes trailing behind him. During this time of night he was distracted beyond comprehension at certain moments, and totally focused on something the next. Be it a pretty girl that caught his fancy or the scent of another wolf to close for comfort. But... the first bit almost never happens. Zanga would rather not waste his time with love interests. Even though it'd make him extremely happy. It wouldnt be able to fill the void the last one left behind.

Soma, his last lover, was a pretty girl. Shoulder length red hair, with beautiful yellow eyes. One of which was scarred over from her miraculously surviving a bullet to it. The unattractive scar was always covered by her hair, hidden away from prying eyes.

He met her while he was out on one of his nightly runs. Those sort of runs when he wants to get away or forget about something. He had stopped for a bit to rest. He felt something hard and small pelt the back of his head and turned to see the red headed girl. From then on they traveled together and formed sort of a relationship...

Not the most romantic of encounters. But back then, anything happened in Light Forest. One day, Zanga had went out on another of his runs, memories of the past bothered him once more. He had had another nightmare, one that had deeply disturbed him. He returned to the apartment Soma had rented for the pair to stay for the night. But something was wrong. The air was thick with the smell of fresh blood. Instinctively, his feet carried him up the stairs, slowly. There was a pang of fear welling up in his chest. Not scared fear, but... The kind of suspense fear. The kind you get when you dont know whats waiting behind that door...

He rested his hand on the metal door nob, taking a deep breath before opening it and hoping he wasn't going to see what he was thinking. The first thing he saw was splattered blood on the white walls and on the brown carpet. His worse fears had come alive as his eyes rested on the bloodied corpse of his dear lover. The place reeked of a wolf. All over.

Why Soma? Why was Soma targeted out of all the people in this city...?

This was all so sudden. The wolf was no longer in this area. It must have fled right after the murder. So many emotions bottled up and poured out in the form of hot tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't deal with it. So he just ran. Far away, and hasn't returned since. The guilt was to much to bare when the haunting memory flooded his mind once again. And an unnatural, unrelenting hate for everything and everyone followed close after.

He yanked himself back to reality. Looking up he saw a girl holding her arms out before him. Confused and sort of bewildered, he didn't say anything for a moment. An unintentional growl left his throat instead. His eyes darted quickly to the ground and back up to hers. She wasn't human. At least she didn't smell like it...

Pondering a response for a second, he decided not to say anything. He simply walked around her and continued on his path to... Where ever he was going. He hardly knew himself.

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[MukLuk]

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[Ghost]

~Pestering~

His path blocked once again, he looked up. His eyes narrowed with annoyance. (He couldn't have smelled that bad... He took a shower last night. Curse this werewolf musk...) This one was persistent. Very much so that he would not get past her until her question was answered. And she made it clear that she was offended by his lack of voice at the moment.

"Just leave me alone..." he mumbled, staring down at the concrete sidewalk. "I just wanna be alone."

And he did. But this girl just wouldnt let that be huh? Not only was he slightly out of it, but now this chick was pestering him with odd questions. Already, tonight might be more interesting than he thought.

[MukLuk]

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[Ghost]

~Angst anyone?~

Again, she wasn't going to leave him be. But he was definitely loosing patience. "Dont fucking call me that." he said, his eyes narrowing to a solid glare.

The girl was far to enthusiastic for his taste, and very persistent too. Something he found to be even more annoying than prissy girls at this point.

He started walking again, not because she motioned for him to, but because he wanted to get away from her. There was nothing more annoying than a problem that wouldn't leave you alone, always hiding in the back of your mind. But leaving enough evidence for you to always know its still there.

He tossed her an irritated glare again, "Dont you have someone else to annoy...?" he said in a low tone. He was hoping she had some friends or family or something else for her to run to. And be away from him. Far away. As far as possible, just enough for him to make his escape.

The constant chatter from the girl, asking his name dubbing him before he could answer wasn't making him feel any less irritated and he remained silent. But if he kept his firm silence, he'd have to deal with the obnoxious nickname she conjured up especially for him.

Lunch Box

Not only was it random. But it was... not relevant to anything going on in his overly complicated thought process. The other was even worse. He refused to think of anyone calling him that. Let alone answering to that. He sighed, pulling his hood a little more over his face, but enough that he could still see where he was going of course. He wasn't close enough to her to act polite in any way towards her. It was just how he was.

"Zanga. Just Zanga."

[MukLuk]

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She glanced at him, lips twisting and eyebrow quirking. “Don’t these mosquitoes?”

Well, former mosquitoes. They had fled. Or burned to a crisp. But that was beside the point.

“Maybe. Probably. But they’re choosing not to. So am I.” Muk gave him another one of her winning smiles.

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“Zanga, hmm?” She rolled her tongue about her mouth, as if tasting it on the air. “I like it,” she said finally. “It suits you. Though not as well as Lunchbox. But Zanga it is.”

Turning to walk backwards, she swung her arms, obviously at ease with their surroundings. “So Zanga, where we headed? Somewhere where there’s food hopefully, I’m starving for some human food. Not that eating as an animal doesn’t have it’s appeals, but there’s something about a bowl of apple jacks…” she closed her eyes, off into a world of apple-cinnamon bliss.
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[Ghost]

~A Smile~

“And it seems to me you’re in dire need of a friend. Staring into the night sky, alone, just outside of crowded settlements? Walking with your head down? Oh, and this hood you’ve got going on. It practically screams, ‘I WANT TO BLOCK OUT THE WORLD."

She was absolutely right, it was almost scary. He did want to block out every ounce of this putrid Hell hole known as Earth. The constant fighting, bickering, wars and all together unneeded conflict going on around the world in itself was nerve wreaking. One of his pet peeves was wasting energy and time. So you can imagine why he was always so bitchy. And even more so when he hears something new about the everlasting conflict between the races.

But yes, Muk was right. And he knew it. Her words dawned on him and made his face change from irritated to something else... An expression he didn't really use at all. A smile. In all his years of living alone he not once cracked a smile. He started to realize that someone might finally understand him. And not just label him as bitchy or moody. He was both of those things... but that is far beside the point.

His pace slowed to a relaxed walk. “So Zanga, where we headed? Somewhere where there’s food hopefully, I’m starving for some human food."

"Hell if I know."

Now it was obvious that she had attached herself to him like a hungry leech. A traveling companion? She wasn't a wolf like him, but she seemed nice. A little derpy here and there but she'd make a nice friend. The first he's had in... Well, ever. Even when he was small he couldn't fit in with the kids back home in Germany. It was like they all saw through him and saw what he really was. Obviously not like them. He was often bullied and the butt of all jokes.

But now that he's away from all that, and has lived on his own for some time, he's built a wall around himself. Protecting him from any prying eyes and offending jokes. He's a whole different animal at this point. He dyed his hair green with streaks and several piercings in his ears with an awful attitude to top, along with unusual height, people are often very intimidated of him. His demeanor adds on to it by him being a man of... not many words, his piercing, emerald and almost predatory stare. And lets not for get the deep voice he's won over from his past battle with pesky ol' puberty thrown in there as well. He was well equipped to scare the living daylights out of almost any human.

As he can be extremely mistrusting and aggressive, Muk seemed to have easily won him over with her amusing demeanor and prize winning smile. And without a fight as well. Impressive, he thought. But this will all change if he is put into the position of Prince and she, the damsel in distress. A most hated situation by him. Or more so if she was just using him for something.

Hoping she wouldnt put him in that sticky and most unpleasant situation, Zanga is not against her tagging along. At least she provides a much needed source of company. Something he hasn't experienced in a long, long time.

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[MukLuk]

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[Ghost]

~Anxiety~

Zanga hadn't been to Toyko yet. He had heard stories that it used to be huge and bustling with people. It still is. After all that's happened. You'd expect it to be a pile of smoldering concrete and shit by now. Yet life still clings onto it even in this time.

But as Muk carried on, she had informed him of something rather troubling. A demon. Tailing him. Why? That was yet to be revealed to them both. But Muk seemed pretty certain, so he had no choice but to believe her and her nose.

But what would they want with him? Most importantly, who was his follower? Deep in the back of his mind, the Morrigan crawled to the surface of his thoughts. So help him if it was her. He'd heard of her, and he'd heard of her well. She was a fearsome creature. Ruthless, unrelenting Mother War. And he had no idea if it was her that was tailing him.

She could be looking for him to join her ranks... But she only plucked the most promised and gifted creatures for her ranks. There was no way he of all people met the requirements to join her forces. If so, he wouldnt be able to refuse. She wasn't the most forgiving of individuals. So it was either accept and be accepted, or refuse and be murdered in a most unusual way. Not that anyone that refused the Morrigan deserved to die quick and normally.

He threw his head back and sighed, anxiety and frustration thick in it. It was one thing after another in this world. One flaming hoop after another. And another was probably waiting for him after this one. If he survived it, that is.

"What would they possibly want with me?"

[/color][/i] he growled, again this one as unintentional as the last.

His vampire and wolf instincts told him to fight and win at all costs. But the tiny bit of human in him was telling him to just run and never look back. Again, emotions welled up in his chest, making him just want to howl them away. Or chew on something. He could already tell, he was going to be on edge all night. [/center][/size]

[MukLuk]

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MukLuk twisted her lips in thought but finally just shrugged.
“You smell funny.”

She huffed out a sigh, brushing a few stray tendrils of hair out of her eyes. “As I see it, we have two choices. Choice number one is turn around and fight. But also possibly die. However, we could figure out if they’re really just following you because you smell funny or if boss woman wants your soul or something.”

Either was likely with demons.

“Or we could try to run and/or hide. We can go to the aforementioned house or just keep going, yadda yadda…” She sighed. “You get the idea. So! Thoughts? I don’t have a particular preference myself, but… eh.” With a shrug, she let the question hang.

And of course, Muk wasn’t particularly amenable to the idea of fighting. Being something of a pacifist and choosing the ‘live and let live’ walk of life, she wasn’t one for spilling blood or breaking bones or anything of the sort. But when a demon was tailing you, well, it called for a little different methodology. Because pacifism didn’t apply with demons; it could be fight or die. Or well, die either way.

But she’d be damned if she was going to die with her claws sheathed.

“If you like, I could do a little recon? Or go t-rex and start knocking over some trees?” she yawned.

“Whatever you want to do, let’s try and decide quickly. The house is coming up, and I’d rather not fight around it. I tend to forget what size I am when I shift, which could be leaving us with a lovely pile of rubble to stay in. And rubble is so uncomfortable to sleep on.”

In a sense, she longed for Tokyo. It was difficult and she spent most of her time living on the streets, but it was all predictable. Out here, you couldn’t be sure where there was shelter, when to run, where to get food. It was just… open. Untamed. Intimidating.

But she had a friend now. And that was something, right?

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[Ghost]

~Impending Encounter~

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“As I see it, we have two choices. Choice number one is turn around and fight. But also possibly die. However, we could figure out if they’re really just following you because you smell funny or if boss woman wants your soul or something.”

Typical demons with their aggressive tendencies and nasty attitudes. Not that Zanga was any different. But he didn't feel like the fighter he use to be lately. All he wanted to do was just chill and be left alone. Not be preyed on like some unsuspected heifer on the field. But he wasn't one for running away either. He had too much pride for it. If they were to turn and fight, they could easily win if their opponent was weak. But what if they weren't? What if this one had formidable power...? Then what?

He sighed again. Fighting his instincts for a moment in order to make a decision. The steady tap of his shoes on the concrete sidewalk stopped, and he remained still. Crunch-time. Right. Time to think up some sort of strategy. If they went to the house that Muk told of, the demon could easily follow them and then corner them like rats. Then they would have no choice but to fight. If they kept going, and if this guy was determined, again they'd be trapped like rats as soon as they stopped to rest. Not even the Morrigan could go without an ounce of rest now and then, right? Or maybe she could... She is Mother War after all.

"Ugh..."

Zanga's usual I dont know what's next sound. Lumping his thoughts back together and thinking for a few more moments he decided, "We might as well go to this house your talking about."

Not seeing any other decision as worth the time, he just wanted to get this over with. A test of determination and wits. If this demon really wanted Zanga, he'd follow them to the house. But if he was a wimp, like Zanga was hoping, they'd stand no chance against both Muk and him.

"The house is coming up, and I’d rather not fight around it. I tend to forget what size I am when I shift, which could be leaving us with a lovely pile of rubble to stay in."

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Zanga was hoping that it wouldnt come to that. And that if they had to fight, the house wouldnt be too damaged to sleep in after they fought. If they survived that is. [/center][/size]

[MukLuk]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style,border: 13px solid #FFFFFF; margin: -250px 0px 0px 70px; width: 450px; z-index: 2; position: relative; -webkit-box-shadow: 0 3px 5px #888; -moz-box-shadow: 0 3px 5px #888; box-shadow: 0 3px 5px #888;, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 10px 10px 10px 73px; background: #e8e5ff url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/iridescentjohn/Tarnishes%20Cycles/bg-circles.png); border: 1px dotted #ccbdcf;] TELL WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR I’M SICK OF ALL THE INSINCERE I’M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY Zanga seemed none too pleased with any of their options. Men. Wait, was she even a woman? Could she make demeaning comments in regards to men? Was she any gender? She could probably make demeaning comments in regards to those confined to one gender. But then again, she generally chose to confine herself to one gender so that wouldn’t work out so well- "We might as well go to this house you’re talking about,”

[/color] Zanga said, interrupting her musings on the nature of demeaning comments in regards to herself.

“Alright. Whatever you say,” she said.

Hopefully that house would stay whole.

They walked onward towards the house, the underbrush growing thicker and thicker until it was snagging at her clothes and hair with every step. Scowling, she pushed forward, wondering if this was the really the way towards the house. She needn’t have doubted- only a moment later, she fell through the treeline and onto a rather pristine lawn for an abandoned house.

“Land hoooo!” she announced, rising from the ground and dusting herself off, pretending away her faceplant.

“Welcome, Zanga, to the humble abode of none! It is here we shall rest for the night.”

She took two steps forward before finding herself smashed in the side of the ribs by something moving very fast. The ribs in question gave with a loud pop and she felt the breath leave her as she tumbled out into the lawn, outstretched arm bending back the wrong way with a sharp crack.

“Ouch,” she muttered, stars before her eyes. “Ouch.”

“You do yourself no credit by playing the buffoon, shifter,” said a voice cold and sharp like steel.

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure I want to do myself credit if breaking my ribs is your idea of a greeting.” She rose with a hiss, placing a hand on her ribs and shifting them back into their right position with a few sickening crunches. She grabbed the arm and quickly bent it back to its rightful position, flexing her fingers experimentally before rising.

“Do I know you?” Muk hissed, hair unintentionally raising like hackles.

“You do not. Not directly. But I know of you, though you are not why I am here.”[/color]

MukLuk took in her appearance. She looked like a black and white cutout inserted into their world, devoid of all color. Only the golden marks glowing around her eyes and on her lips proved her different. A rolling wave of scent hit MukLuk. Oh yeah, definitely demon.

“Then why are you here?” Muk hissed, trying to move back towards Zanga.

“Why else? For the half-breed.”[/color] Her voice reeked of nobility, the high and the mighty; Muk could hear her snobbery in her tone. “Once, I might have come for you, shifter, but you played the fool and abandoned the only lineage that gave you hope of advancement within our cause. No, I am here for you…” She turned.

“Zanga.”[/color]
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[Ghost]

~Confrontation~

Trailing behind Muk as she lead him along to the house, he wondered how big it would be. There was nothing more annoying than a cramped house...

But thats beside the point right now. His mind was wandering too much. He had to remain focused. The demon was still tailing them. More than likely. Yes, but still. What was it's purpose... What could it possibly want with him?

“Land hoooo!”

Zanga looked up, as he was staring at the ground, once again entangled in his own thoughts. The house was indeed bigger then he thought. It looked like it had an upstairs as well. But the outside was damaged by the steady passage of time. The shingles on the roof were half gone and it had a hole or two. A few broken windows and a creaky looking porch. The paint was peeled off by rain and wind, almost devoid of its original color. Overall, it was a piece of shit still that refused to fall down.

"Welcome, Zanga, to the humble abode of none! It is here we shall rest for the night.”

But just as she had finished her sentence, no, not even seconds after she did, something smashed into her at an incredible speed. His eyes weren't able to catch the thing. He caught the faint sound of cracking bones. Though it was drowned out by the thoughts raging in his mind. But his mind trailed backward and time seemed to slow down. And as the figure of a woman began to carve itself out of the moonlight, he had come to realize just what had arrived minutes ago.

The demon that had been trailing them-- trailing him, had finally shown itself. Her body was sleek and she seemed to glow with a majestic yet, almost dangerous aura. Her skin was white, no color at all and shined in the moonlight. She was honestly very alluring. And from the clothes she was wearing, Zanga could tell she was of some sort of aristocracy.

“Then why are you here?” ,interrupted his thought process.

“Why else? For the half-breed... No, I am here for you… Zanga.”

How'd she know he was a half breed already...? (And his name) He had never once realized that his mixed blood was so notable. He thought he would be able to go on without others finding out what he truly was. But the demoness saw right through him it seemed. There would be no hiding his true colors from her.

"What is it you want. Whats the deal with you tailing me all this time...?" he said, standing firm and keeping his normal emotionless expression. His current demeanor belied his true anxiety of this sudden confrontation. But he kept it well under control at this crucial moment, and dared to stare her right in the eyes.