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Post by MukLuk on Sept 1, 2011 21:39:47 GMT -6
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[/color] she said, enunciating it in a way that made it obvious she was less than impressed with his mannerisms. “…is that you are special, Zanga. More special than I think even you realize. My… employer has authorized me to offer you a job.”[/color] Her golden eyes swept over him, obviously not thinking him much for the task but holding back her own opinions. “We’d like to make full use of your unique capabilities and make absolutely sure you are utilizing all that you possess to its fullest potential. We do not believe that this can be accomplished with you meandering about and with no access to any others of your kind. Indeed, there has been little precedence involving half breeds like yourself.”[/color] And the idea that a werewolf and a vampire would mate would seem madness to some. The species were very nearly like repelling poles on magnets. Times were changing, however. “My suggestion is this. You come with me and see what we have to offer. Meet my employer. And then make your decision. I am sure you will find it an easy one to make once you see all that we can give you.”Muk’s hackles were rising. None of this sounded particularly good and she had a feeling she knew exactly who this demoness was referring to when she said ‘employer’. She had to ask, however… “And me?”The demoness cast an uncaring eye over the shifter. “Perhaps my employer will find some use for you as well. Otherwise, the offer does not extend to you.”[/b] Way to hurt the pride there. MukLuk’s hackles rose in sharp indignation, but she didn’t want herself to factor into any of Zanga’s decisions. Not that she was likely to; they had only just met and so far their time together had consisted of her relentless pursuit and then flying across a lawn at rib breaking speed. Not exactly a strong basis for a budding friendship, but eh. [/size][/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style, background: #ffffff; color: ccbdcf; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0px 5px] WORDS ● 329 TAGGED ● zanga NOTES ● muk is offended, lolol TEMPLATE ● jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/td] [/tr][/table]
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Post by Ghost on Sept 1, 2011 22:38:22 GMT -6
~Chosen~ [/u] H [/b]is worst fears had just been realized. He knew exactly who she was talking about. The Morrigan had chosen him. Him out of all creatures in this god forsaken world, she chose him. The impact and weight of this grim news placed itself comfortably on his shoulders just like that. On the spot, he must make a decision. He stared at the ground again, his eyes darting about. Left, right, left, right. They tended to do that when he was confused and anxious. "I..."[/i] he mumbled, drowned in his own thoughts once more. If he were to choose to go with this woman, there was no guarantee he would survive long enough to make a name for himself. Adding onto that he had no part in the demons' affairs. He never looked into it, making him unsure of what to expect. Bottom line, he'd be thrown head first into war. Bloodshed. Murder. But at least he'd be putting his body to use for once in his life. Yes, wandering and seeing the world was great and created an open minded individual out of you. But... the pure excitement of fighting another and maybe even killing them. The adrenaline rush one would get from a excellent fight. Its something many people want to experience but never had the chance. H[/b]is qualms were not with the demons. Or the Fae. Or the Vampires and Weres who would reject him if they discovered the mixed blood he possessed. No, his long lived hate was for the humans who took everything away from him. The humans that killed the only people he ever knew, who really loved him. The humans who shattered his life before it even began. Those humans-- all humans will have to pay for the deed done. They were all the same. Judgmental, hateful, selfish beings who destroy what they do not understand. B[/b]ut... if he were to refuse. What then? The Morrigan might come and collect him herself. And then if he refused once more, she would probably rip him to shreds on the spot. Muk and him would make a great team, 2 against 1. However, Mother War was not a force to take lightly. A[/b]gain, if he accepted, what would become of Muk? As annoying and derpy as she was, she was a good kid. A potentially good friend. And that's what he needed. That's what he's always wanted. It was either this or that. Join the Morrigan and hope for the best of luck to Muk, or refuse and put both their lives on the line. Either way, someone might die. Either way something was going to happen. "If I go... She comes too. She goes where I go." he said firmly. Not a quiver in his voice along with his stony stare. Deal or no deal, Muk was not going to be tossed aside like feeble trash. Not on his watch at least. [/center] [/size]
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Post by MukLuk on Sept 2, 2011 21:45:22 GMT -6
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"If I go... She comes too. She goes where I go."
Muk looked at him, somewhat incredulous. He was considering this? Considering working for demons, for The Morrigan?
The demoness, however, looked pleased, though on her airs-and-graces countenance, it was little more than a lift of her eyebrows.
“Well, ‘if’? That is some progress.” |
[/color] “And if he doesn’t want to go?” Muk hissed. “Do be quiet, Shifter.”[/color] “I asked a question, one I’m sure he’s wondering about himself. If he refuses to go and work for The Morrigan…” MukLuk hissed her name, sure to make it as much a verbal slap as one could muster. “What then? Are you going to kill him?”The demoness snorted. “You think me some blood-loving barbarian? No, I will not kill him. I cannot say what will become of him, but I will leave and report that the half breed has chosen not to join our cause. From that point onward, it leaves my hands.”“Of course it does,” Muk sneered. “The Morrigan’s whims are many and fleeting, Zanga. She may or may not decide you are worth fighting to obtain. I cannot say.”[/color] MukLuk looked at the ground, swallowing. She hardly knew Zanga, had only known him for a matter of minutes. But he had refused to leave her behind and she felt a loyalty to him already. Like they were friends already. Friend. A strange concept for a wanderer, for a girl who once pounded orphans faces into asphalt for bisquits, for a girl who wasn’t even sure she was a girl. But Zanga was her friend; Muk was decisive in that sense, at least. “Zanga…” she murmured. “It’s your offer and it’s your choice. I’ll follow you, no matter what you decide. But I won’t trust them. And I will not slaughter innocents for them.”The demoness looked at MukLuk, scorn in her eyes. “There are no innocents in war, shifter.” [/size][/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style, background: #ffffff; color: ccbdcf; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0px 5px] WORDS ● 320 TAGGED ● zanga NOTES ● friendship! TEMPLATE ● jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/td] [/tr][/table]
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Post by Ghost on Sept 2, 2011 22:21:14 GMT -6
~Think~ [/i][/size] “The Morrigan’s whims are many and fleeting, Zanga. She may or may not decide you are worth fighting to obtain. I cannot say.”[/i] I[/b]ndeed they were. The Morrigan had hundreds under her command. Probably more. Her forces could ravage and conquer large towns and then some. And if he worked his way up, maybe he could get some respect from people. And take his revenge on the humans he loathed. "It’s your offer and it’s your choice. I’ll follow you, no matter what you decide. But I won’t trust them. And I will not slaughter innocents for them.”[/i] His eyes met hers and he could see and hear just how serious Muk was. For once, she wasn't playing around. They had only met minutes ago and she already trusts him so well. And he trusted her. He'd never met anyone and befriended them so fast in his entire life. “There are no innocents in war, shifter.”The words echoed in his mind. As cold as the phrase sounded, it was more than true. In war, both sides were wrong. One has to win, or the fighting will continue. Forever if determined enough. Zanga never really dwelled on the thought of being in a war. His father had fought in several battles against the vampires. But he had settled down once he met Ketani. They were able to put they're differences aside and marry. But that's a totally different story... All he knew right now was that he would never forgive the humans for what they did to him. He hated them so much he lumped them all together. Not one was different in his eyes. Humans were all monsters, not they. Not the werewolves or the vampires or the demons or fae. None were as monstrous as man. But now they have decreased greatly in number. Now they are the ones hiding. After casting Muk a grateful nod, he made his decision. "I'll go."[/size][/center]
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Post by MukLuk on Sept 4, 2011 23:56:04 GMT -6
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His eyes met hers for an instant, and she felt like she had missed something, some small message he had been trying to pass to her in that glance. He nodded at her then, a gesture more wolfish than one might think; she bit her lip.
Don’t be stupid.
“I’ll go.”
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth for a moment. Flashes of Tokyo passed in front of her eyes, of her hand curled in another’s hair, slamming down, one, two, three, the wet crunch of a nose giving way, grubby hands clambering for whatever prize she had won. Not again, she begged whatever deity was listening.
The only deity present was the demoness, who showed her teeth in what might have been intended as a smile. “Excellent,” |
[/color] she purred. MukLuk’s skin crawled. “Then our path is set. We make for Mount Olympus.”[/color] “Mount Olympus?” Muk scoffed, unable to bite her tongue even with her stomach rolling in an unpleasant manner. “Poetic, don’t you think? From there, the gods once ruled. So it is again. The Morrigan will make accommodations for the both of you there, I’m sure.”[/color] “Care to explain how we’ll be getting to Greece?” Muk muttered, suppressing a groan at a sudden wave of nausea. “My dearest shifter, do you think me as unorganized and foolish as yourself?”[/color] With those words, the demoness shed her human form. Her true form was as beautiful as it was horrific; a flurry of white feathers, enormous wings, huge talons, a swan’s body and long curving neck but with a head like some dragon of mythology, and enormous talons that left deep grooves in the dirt when she moved. She opened her dragon-like maw and released a piercing cry, feathery tendrils flying about her like a great storm of white. And now we go.[/color] The words boomed within the confines of MukLuk’s skull and she nearly retched upon the ground right then and there. Zanga, you lack wings of your own. I will carry you. Shifter, you can see to your own transportation. It matters little to me, so long as you are there.[/color] With that, she gave thundering flaps of her terrific wings and lifted from the ground, taking Zanga gently into her great talons and then flying from the line of trees and into the night sky. MukLuk watched her go, warring instincts within her. Stay and be safe. Stay and avoid demons. Stay and never go through starvation and fighting and war again. Go and be with her only friend. Her only friend.She closed her eyes, remembered the wind underneath her wings, through her feathers. Moments later, and owl drifted up alongside the demoness. Kind of you to join us, Shifter.[/color][/size][/div][/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=style, background: #ffffff; color: ccbdcf; font-family: Georgia; padding: 0px 5px] WORDS ● 455 TAGGED ● zanga NOTES ● demon form partially based upon this. TEMPLATE ● jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/td] [/tr][/table]
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Post by Ghost on Sept 5, 2011 0:50:53 GMT -6
~Ascending~ [/u][/i] “Then our path is set. We make for Mount Olympus.”
Mount Olympus. It certainly was ironic. The mountain of the gods now roamed and ruled all over by demons. The Morrigan proved her point clearly that even the gods did not, and will not stop her. She would even defile their holy mountain with her demonic presence.
“Care to explain how we’ll be getting to Greece?”
The sting in Muk's words had melted into a mere mutter. But he could still here the growing loathing she had for the demoness. But in fact, he was wondering the exact same thing. Zanga wasn't one for planes, boats, or trains. Anything with humans crowded on board with him was an instant no-go.
“My dearest shifter, do you think me as unorganized and foolish as yourself?”
The demoness's words flowed from her lips and her form changed. Flowing feathered wings, more resembling brilliant white ribbons. His eyes were instantly lost within the sea of white ribbons. She let out a shriek and the tendrils seemed to move like they had minds of their own.
"Zanga, you lack wings of your own. I will carry you. Shifter, you can see to your own transportation. It matters little to me, so long as you are there."
The demoness's words sounded in his head and not his ears. She ascended into the air and clasped her great talons onto his shoulders. He wasnt expecting a comfortable ride, but this was definitely not what he had in mind...
It would have to do for now, but it seems Muk was not offered a ride and had to see to her own transportation. He hoped she'd stay true to her word and come along. The demoness flew off too fast for him to see or hear Muk's final word. But moments later he spied an owl flapping in the wind close by them. He wasnt sure, but it's presence felt like Muk's. She must have shifted her form. The fact that Muk was a shape shifter had long escaped his memory.
Lucky for them the wind was calm tonight and made flight easy. They were now on their way to Mount Olympus. Current location of the one and only Mother War. The time was near, that Zanga would meet his superior. He would soon be answering to her, and only her most likely. A feeling of anxiety and a small pang of fear welled up in his chest. He could only imagine what meeting The Morrigan would be like.[/center][/size]
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