Fantasy Red Hood Society

[Axeykins]

"Quit whining. If I could make them feel and smell better I would. Believe me. I've had this put on far more grave wound than you have so know all too well how bad it is. But it kept me alive as well. There is your proof that it's all to care for you." He shot the whining man a small frown.
"It's no paradox Honus it is what I stated. Frustration and then the pups arriving already and more than you can imagine on my shoulders. Seeing you and learning about what happened brought back some very unpleasant memories." A deep sigh escaped him. "Things I repressed even in my human days, long before any of this."
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[Malice Queen]

Sylvia's blades would fall into the mixture of mud and blood, her body soon following. "Dear sister...How long I've been waiting for this..." Asher would be circling around his incapacitated sibling. "I should have found you faster and kill you, monster!" Sylvia would say after spitting into the mud. He had her where he wanted her, yet without her blades Sylvia was powerless to fight against Asher...unless she found a way to regain her blades. Any sudden movement and Asher would go for her throat, and yet Sylvia could tell that he was as exhausted as she.

His ashen fur was damp with water and streaks of blood run down his fur. They were equally matched, and once more Sylvia was grateful for the deal she struck with Red. Red! "Red...Do NOT intervene." Sylvia would think to herself, her dark-eyes still on Asher – this was her fight and anyone intervening in this fight would provoke her ire as well as Asher's. Syl's eyes would dart towards her blades and she'd finally move, Asher would of course react by pouncing towards her second blade to keep it away from her – it was better to worry about one blade than two.

In the distance Sylvia would hear shouting, it seemed that the Hoods still held the keep – a miracle considering the commanders and the organization of the mutts. Syl's attention would turn towards the keep, a familiar set of armor sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the Hoods – it was clear whoever this man was...was not a Hood. Asher would lunge at Syl, who would scramble to her feet and hold her blade against the grey wolf. She delivers a cut to the side of the mutt's body, a shallow and easily healed thing but this caused their fight to finally stop. She stood there before her brother who had finally collapsed due to blood loss. Her blade would rise, she was finally going to end it all and get revenge...then she started to remember her brother before the beast-curse took him. The blade shook in her hands and she would eventually shove the blade in the ground, an inch from his muzzle and knelt down. "You better stay down..." she would threaten Asher before digging the blade out of the ground and making her way to the keep.

"Again, you couldn't doing...AGAIN." Sylvia would bite her lip hard, her thoughts and feelings of inadequacy and shame were broadcasted to Red unintentionally. "Your a Hood for gods' sake!" she thought for a moment, this must have been how Honus felt about Marius...it made her sick to her stomach – she was just like him now... She had killed plenty of beasts before but now that this beast was family...it was different all of a sudden. the huntress reclaimed her lost blade, gritting her teeth as she made her way to the keep, Sylvia was filled with hate and had a burning desire to kill now – in a way it was to prove that she was STILL a Hood.

Rather than charge right into the wolf-side of the breach Sylvia would enter the keep normally and rush to assist the men at the breach. There she saw the Falcon armor and she grew angry. "You call yourselves Hoods, yet you take orders from a man not part of our order?! You cower in fear of the wolves that lay just beyond these walls?! You are pathetic!" Sylvia would approach the tall man in armor and give him a solid shove on his chest. "You are not part of the Hoods, you have NO right to be here!" The woman would step back, her blades twirling in her hands, she was itching for battle – for a chance to prove her worth as a Hood again.

Yes, her judgement of the armored man was harsh but it was the truth – he had no right to fight in this battle let alone command the forces of the Hood. They were not cowards, none of them were but the appearance of the Alpha must have shaken them something fierce. "Look men, the wolves leave their forces in the fray to die! When we defeat these wolves you can rest and bawl your eyes out like little children!" she was giving them tough love, a woman in the Hoods as usual was an uncommon thing...but at least the good thing about that is when they get called 'cowards' or 'children' they bounce right up and match the courage of the name-caller. Sylvia's lips would curl into a smirk as the men let out rallying cries, NOW they were ready to fight.
ThatOneLunatic Moolock

{ Axeykins JokerValentine
Just tagging you two so you know what's up and you can let meek now if I need to change anything xD}

 

[JokerValentine]

Axeykins

Honus rolled his eyes as the dog told him what to do. he wasn't one to take orders, he gave them. "unpleasant memories like what?" he decided, wanting to probe, "you mentioned some things about your older parents, the adoptive ones. You seemed to be a bit dramatic about it all. What happened?" the male turned over, seeing that he felt a tad better. Honus had perhaps saved his life. but this would not mean Honus was no longer a Hood. He sensed that the Hoods were in trouble without him, that problems were arising.

 

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Ackara set the pups down, trying to shush them as they cried before rushing off to get warm water and towels. She may not have liked Honus too much, but he had helped the pups, her babies were safe because of him so she'd help. Annabeth was screaming her little head off, crying for her mother, but Ackara didn't rush back. Instead she brought the towels and water to Marius before returning to her wailing child. "Shh... Shh baby, momma's here now..."
Axeykins JokerValentine

 

[Moolock]

The demon watches the battle from above, focusing on Sylvia. She'd been about to step in when she heard the Hood's message, at which moment she backed off, turning her gaze to the confrontation with the Alpha. An energy suddenly pulsed through the battlefield from the scythe-wielding human- familiar and alien... he was wielding souls...? A human? And how in the world did he have so many? Wait, wait wait, he was getting them from the battlefield casualties! That was her job!

Enraged, the demon spread her hands out, calling forth every one of the dead that remained. Thick as fog, their souls went to her not the scythe. Red consumed, the energy spiraling around her. Her power grew as she watched and her chest swelled with pride watching Syl approach the Alpha in all her tough-love glory. With this power, she hungered for battle as well.

Aldrich, may I fight at your side in this?

Malice Queen Blue098

Meanwhile, it was risky but with this new power, Red spliced again (this time only a sliver of herself) and traveled off to the forest following the smell of wolf and human blood mingled together. That had been the one Syl cared about... Yes, she would partially pay him a visit. The spliced demon landed on the forest ground as the familiar white-furred, blue-eyed cat and bounded along to the former witch's cabin. Hopping up the stairs, the demon cat let out a soft meow, putting a paw to the door.

JokerValentine Error404RealityFailed Axeykins

 

[Axeykins]

Draven stood unwavering. Arms crossed over his chest as the blood of his wolves rained down on him. Enjoying it. As soon as the strange scythe wielder got closer he moved. Preparing to parry the attack and deal a strike of his own. Ordering more of his wolves to leap in and become his living shield.
Blue098

 

[Axeykins]

"Didn't I already tell you that? I wasn't their son so they weren't going to treat me as such. I couldn't do anything right by them and if I misbehaved in the slightest they locked me in the shed until learned my lesson. Even if it was an accident or the most minor thing. I got treated like shit compared to my adoptive siblings. At least they were nice and snuck me things...then they kicked me out after um. Let's call it, a little incident, happened. Ah, thank you Ackara. I swear after this I'll make something for you." He quickly turned his attention away. Mixing a paste he had sitting into the water and handing the bowl to Honus. Using the towels to wipe the dirt from his face. "This will fill your stomach for a while and refresh your stamina. I swear this one is sweet. Anyway, after that it was all what you should know, an old respected Hood took me in, I joined the Hoods and then he died, got cursed, my mate was killed, pack was slaughtered and now we're here. Is that good enough for you?"
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[ThatOneLunatic]

Lucius had formed them up and he turned only to be shoved "Not a hood?" He laugjed "I've been a hood for nine years girly!" He pointed the spear at her "Dont listen to a ignorant fool such as this girl! She knows nothing of the order if she accuses me of not being a hood." Lucius said with a chuckle. The men and women knew exactly who Lucius was. He was a well known hood of a dofferent sector. That sector being tasked with the more rare and difficult beasts to kill "Where do you think you get the right to decide whether I am a hood or not?" He asked as he lowered the spear and the hoods would look to Syl almost as if they were confused as to how she didnt know who he was. "This is not the time to fight amongst our ow ranks. It is the time to stand and fight. To defend your families. Defend your friends. And to fullfil your duty as a hood!"

((Why did she say he wasnt a hood?
Malice Queen

 

[JokerValentine]

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And thus he had done it, he had exposed his son's weakness. Had his caretaker been so terrible to him to nearly drive him to tears? Something had happened, surely, but Honus would press no further, for fear that anger incites his bestial rage. "Hoods are always respected," he said rather convinced, "and I will pass on your food. I am fine, really." Honus sat up, a good sign. A bit of blood soaked on his head still, but at least he was rather cleaner than he had previously been. "After all, you've been nothing but mopey and 'tired,' so how about you eat it yourself?"

 

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Ackara lowered her head at Marius's comments. She'd known most of that, but it was hard to hear. Remembering could be hard sometimes, she didn't have to bother with that, as she had no real memories of before shifting. "Sir, you really should eat. Just a quick bit before you have to go back. We can eat later..." Then she turned back to the wailing Annabeth, glaring at the child. "What now..." Annabeth calmed down when given a bottle. Charlie was still giggling and grinning like crazy.
Axeykins JokerValentine

 

[Axeykins]

He could only glance sadly at Ackara. He wished to go on but it hurt far too much at least someone knew the whole story.
"I'll make a different meal for us later, something heartier and better suited for healing while we rest. This brew was made specifically for you. The herbs I picked will help stave off an infection and a fever and give you the energy you need to make it back to the Hoods safe and sound. Plus a bit of a boost for an extra skip in your step." He held the mixture out closer to him. Reaching out with his other hand to wipe more blood off of his head. "The Hoods are not as respected as you think Honus. At least not anymore. You should patrol some of the more outlying towns in disguise. See the ugly truth..."
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[Malice Queen]

Sylvia would zone out for a moment, Red's spliced form faintly bringing the scent of blood and wet dog to her nostrils. Her eyes flutter closed for a second and she could see the witch's hut. "Red, what are you doing there of all places?", Syl would question her demon companion. It seemed that the keep was in good hands, considering the valiant Lucius had a good grip on the men, who seemed to switch from being a lot of cowards to a group of men ready to die for the cause.

Then Sylvia finally realized that she hadn't seen an old man for quite sometime – "Honus...", Syl would murmur to herself. He must have been at Harken's hut...with Marius and that mutt and her pups. "Gods damn it!" she would shout before grabbing her blades and rushing through the forest to catch up with Red's splintered self.

She got about halfway between the battlefield and the hut before Sylvia's legs gave up from under her, the emotional and physical toll of everything finally came crashing down. For a second time she had failed to kill her brother...even after learning about Honus being Marius' father. She was as weak as Honus now. Tears create lines down her dirtied face and soon she would feel Red's presence upon her – of course she followed they were connected, bound by blood.

The huntress' hands wipe away the grim of the battlefield from her face before her digits grip at her useless legs. She didn't have time to sit around and sob...but she did anyway. She felt something swell within her chest, it was an aching sensation that bubbled up her throat until it reached the back of her throat. Soon a loud wail echoed throughout the nearby area.
Moolock ThatOneLunatic

 

[Moolock]

The feline stopped in the brush beside the house and tilted her head slightly. That other Hood you cared about was seriously injured in the battle... I thought I'd pay him a visit. Maybe get a little human soul as a snack if that had gone well. Her mind wandered and she caught a flicker of the battlefield from the perspective of someone running jauntily across it.

Then a great feeling of burden rolled over the demon as she stepped back into the trees, turning back toward the battlefield. She bounded forward and mid-air, the cat vanished as she rejoined herself wholly as the hooded figure at the edge of the battlefield. Sure enough, in the distance she could see- or rather, feel- her favorite human facing everything the day brought and then some. Rather than fly, Red hurtled a log and sprinted, down the hill, splashing through puddles of blood, leaping carcasses of werewolves and humans alike and she regretted their deaths. Regret... odd emotion for a demon- well, any emotion at all is odd for a demon. She regretted that so many laid in the mud. She regretted Syl sat there in the mud and as she skidded to a halt not ten feet from the Hood, the sound of this woman's wailing only made her regret stronger.

Red just stood there. She didn't know what to do or how to comfort her. She'd wait for the wailing to stop before stepping forward enough that Syl would be able to hear her mutter, "It's not safe here..." Offering a gloved hand, Red's gaze lifts from Syl to scan the area for any werewolves approaching.

Malice Queen

 

[JokerValentine]

Axeykins Error404RealityFailed Malice Queen

Honus now seemed even more repulsed to eat the mixture due to Marius' comments. "The ugly truth is that there is great fondness for the Hoods, even in the towns that may have its pockets of hate. Are there not the same of your kind as well? Are there some that perhaps resist the bloodlust to kill all humans? Very few, the same as those who hate the Hoods." He was getting defensive again, a clear indication of his fondness for his organization. Hoods truly were respected; they were welcomed by many, and the Hoods bought in to the effort for the most part. They were willing to die for the cause, as dog atrocity after dog atrocity, it justified their war.

But as he refused to take the potion again, he heard a wail echo through the forest, one he knew all too well. "Syl.." he said, waiting for it to register in his mind. He quickly got to his feet, though certainly not entirely set to go, and headed for the door, knowing she was out there.

 

[Axeykins]

"Oh Honus. You must live in quite a wonderful fantasy world. Sure there are some with a bloodlust for humans but most of us are only trying to survive. And the Hoods in the outer regions or when off patrolling can be horrible. Taking a fee it taxing for protection. Bullying those who don't pay. It's not a pretty picture." He shook his head.
As soon as Honus got up to leave he blocked his path. "And dammit dad just take the mixture! Let me try and make amends and prove I'm not the worthless mutt and failure and mistake you keep making me out to be! I promise you it will help, if you want to save that woman you apparently obsess over and not be just a burden to them on the battle field. you will need this."
JokerValentine Error404RealityFailed

 

[Error404RealityFailed]

Ackara shuddered at the wail. "S-Sir, I will go check on her..." She whispered, setting down the squirming children on a bed. Then she walked out, quickly moving to Syl. The Alpha's call got stronger, but this time she was prepared. She fought it, focusing instead on Syl's cry. "M-Ma'am? Honus sent me to make sure you're alright..." That was mumbled as she approached, not more than two feet though. As she got closer, her eyes began to change a bit, dilating at the Alpha's call. It was so close, and she felt so light, so ready to join the call. "I-It wouldn't hurt..." She mumbled, stumbling away from the hoods and towards Draven.
JokerValentine Axeykins Moolock Malice Queen

 

[Moolock]

Red whirled around as soon as the werewolf got close, stepping between Syl and the newcomer. From under the hood would come a low snarl as she was well aware the alpha was exerting his influence on those on the battlefield. Her message was clear: stay back. She noticed the werewolf's eyes change and growled again- then breathed a sigh of relief as the weak being turned and fled to its alpha. While far from human, much less being a Hood, the demon still saw werewolves as rather annoying, one of the less-civilized of the dark creatures.

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For now, her priority was to protect Syl while the human woman let out her anguish. Her hand remained extended to the woman, there for her to grasp whenever she desired. If Syl would rather be carried, Red would oblige. Though if anyone looked under the hood, they would see no face, merely a darkness where the face should be, they would be able to tell that whatever this robed figure was showed great concern for the kneeling woman.

"Please, Syl... The alpha draws near and those under his influence... We need to make it to the trees, at least..." She wiggled the fingers of her extended hand urgently. "I can carry you if need be."

Meanwhile, Red sent out her energy to create around them an obscuring mist. Rather than put something between them and the outside world however, it was an obscuring that would affect the mind. So long as she held this, the space around them would be... odd. It would dissuade the eye from looking too long, too closely, too hard enough to really see the pair. It was distinctly a dark kind of illusion, one that older beings on the battlefield might recognize as something ancient. For now, she hoped, it would keep them safe from stray werewolves on the field while Syl let out her woes.

Malice Queen Axeykins (if Draven looks their way)

 

[JokerValentine]

Axeykins Error404RealityFailed Malice Queen
The male would've told the mom away, but she seemed intent on leaving, even so much as to place her kids down as if they were mere objects, surely nothing worth a mother's affection. But Marius' repeated questions and incessant assertions of Honus' stupidity, ignorance, and hatred nearly made Honus crosseyed with rage. It was almost like Marius hadn't grown up, maybe that was his fault after all. "Well your mistress wants to do that instead, so I guess that's a convenient enough of an excuse to stay," he said with an annoyed tone, "so I guess I might as well continue the discussion on about your idiotic hatred for my kind, and in turn return my own. And I might as well just completely ignore what your kind just did to the Hoods! But hey, the Hoods are so terrible aren't they?"

Honus was quickly growing tired of dealing with Marius. In many ways, he still seemed like a child. "You might as well just tell me they had it coming then? What are you even trying to convince me of? It sure as hell isn't love. It's funny, I hate you for what you are, but you hate me for what I wasn't. I guess the apple does not fall too far from the fucking tree does it? And as for Syl, at least she understands. At least she had her fucking eyes open for that fight! Does it give you great pride in yourself to make you feel all high and mighty? To be the Gary-fucking-Sue of this war and that somehow, you have some sort of moral high ground that neither side seems to even fucking attempt to have? And by that thing in your own mind," he stated with sheer frustration as he pointed to his wound dramatically, "that makes you better than anyone you come across? She's about your age but she can kick your ass, not because she can fight, but because she isn't so self-centered as you are!"

 

[Malice Queen]

She heard Red, even registered that disgusting mutt-mother from earlier but she couldn't move...her body wouldn't move. Her face and hands prickled from the lack of oxygen and eventually she took in a deep breath, casting her gaze to the sky. Her head would turn towards the wolf that decided to wander off towards the battlefield, her bitter heart allowed her to leave – Syl didn't care what happened to Ackara...she probably just dropped her children, left them wailing for Marius to deal with. They'd die soon if their mother didn't come back, she was weak anyway.

Sylvia would bite her lower lip hard, drawing blood from it just to snap her out of the motionless state. "No...I'm fine" she says in a monotone voice to Red. "I can walk.", shakily standing as she said this. She appreciated Red's kind gesture of helping her up but Sylvia never said any sort of thanks. Once she was on firmly planted on her feet she walked closer to the woods, stumbling about amongst the mud until her form was hidden by the trees. The robbed figure would follow as usual but when Syl had thought she walked far enough she would stop and lean against a tree. "You're probably wondering why I bothered letting him go..." she would scoff and shake her head as her head was low. She couldn't help but think about her brother...memories of them playing together in the woods together, their mother and father calling them home for supper. They were sweet memories. "He's my brother, the ash wolf...fitting as his name is Asher. He was turned eight years ago." Her heart would ache with pain as she finally talked about the event.
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[Blue098]

Draven stood unwavering. Arms crossed over his chest as the blood of his wolves rained down on him. Enjoying it. As soon as the strange scythe wielder got closer he moved. Preparing to parry the attack and deal a strike of his own. Ordering more of his wolves to leap in and become his living shield.
Blue098

More wolves soon jumped in, though their actions in vain, my attack that was meant for the leader soon met with one of the wolves. With one down, two more soon surrounded me, though not for long. Moving faster than they can react, I dashed behind one of them and slice it in half with one swing. Then something drastic began to happen.

"Someone is stealing the souls, Be careful with the amount of power you use now. Every little will be needed to win." The scythe spoke.

Snapping back into the action, the final wolf quickly pounced, though was met with the point of the scythe. Caught in the blade, I lifted the beast high for all to see. Jumping into the air, I slammed it down with all my force. Landing directly on its chest, I killed the beast from the force. I saw it soul in front of me, though it went into the air and to some thing who began to suck all from the battlefield.
All the souls practically screaming as they were all absorbed, never to be seen again.

Axeykins Moolock

 

[Axeykins]

(can only get one post in atm...till end of my shift today...at 730 blarh)

"Don't you dare call her that." He snapped. His own anger beginning to boil up inside. "It is not an idiotic hatred. You attack someone, they will defend themselves, it doesn't matter which side you're on. . Why can't you get that through your thick skull old man!? Save for whatever that monstrosity is out there that is killing without question or reason! I don't want any part of that pack or whatever it is. The very thing of which I warned AGAINST attacking it. I told you to pull the Hoods back and not even dare and you didn't listen." His face twisted into an odd expression as he fought off a fanged snarl.
"And that girl you praise so much is no better. She's nothing but a cold hearted killer, she burned newborns not even an hour old for fucks sake so wake the Hell up already!" it felt like his hand was on a string as he suddenly brought it across the old man's face with a hearty WHAP. Regret immediately following the action. As well as swiftly braving himself for retaliation and punishment.
"Dammit...sorry. I'm sorry Honus. I didn't mean to do that." Burying his head in his hands he, sat down in the nearest chair. "If you want to go, go. I told you I wouldn't stop you. All I ask is you take the mixture I made. I don't want you dying out there so easily. It's not some moral high ground either, I only want make sure you're safe and healthy...ish. And prove the Marius you know is still here."
JokerValentine

 

[Moolock]

"You don't look fine," Red muttered bluntly as she slipped an arm under Syl's shoulder to help steady her. No thanks was needed. It would just make Red feel worse that the battle had gone so poorly. Thanks for what? For over-exerting herself and not getting to actually help at all? If Syl moved to shrug her off, Red would look to her and bow her head slightly as if to say, this. Let me help you with this one small thing. As the Hood planted herself and started up the slope, Red eventually stepped away and walked beside her instead of hoisting her slightly. When they stopped for Syl to catch her breath by the tree, the demon took a moment to tug her gloves taut over her hands.

Once Syl was done speaking, she replied softly, "I'd figured there was a reason... humans are odd like that when it comes to family." Red got a thought... an insane, crazy, most likely to backfire thought: What if she could rip the curse from her brother? In a deal, of course, would be the only way she could do such a thing, but did her brother feel the same way about any of this? Did that wolf still regret anything or was he too far gone? Red remembered her brother. At least, she called him that. The demon's hand curled into a fist as she went her own way down memory lane. A fellow demon, young- only a few hundred years old- who enjoyed the smaller quirks of eternity... he never dabbled in human or werewolf affairs, always stayed home when Red went out to get dinner... He'd enjoyed living blended with humans, keeping an eye on them with a heart devoid of hunger- Red fed him well so he didn't have to worry about that sort of thing. He gave his name to the wrong person and the church summoned and exorcised him from the world. The church was burned and slaughtered within minutes of his death.

Red understood, a little, what family was like. She spent four hundred years with him. They got along well... and she knew, a little, what it was like knowing you could never see someone again, at least not how they were. Which reminded her more... Syl might notice Red shudder and a little wisp of shadow break off from her. Red spliced and went another way while she stayed here with the Hood.

Spoiler: The Adventures of Spliced Red

Through the forest her shadow traveled until, not a mile from Harken's cabin, she reached the clearing with the stone ruins. The place she'd made a deal with Syl with... the place she protected. The reason she was so livid that that reckless, horrid dragon beast had lit the forest aflame. The demon stepped to the tallest still-standing pillar of stone and brushed her thumb over a carving on its surface.

The rune glowed feebly and a ghost-like figure appeared, visible only to her. He smiled sadly and put his hand up in the air. Red understood the gesture and put her hand up to his, only to watch his fingers poke through her skin, feeling nothing. Their hands fell, Red looked away. Their connection was fading by the year...

Finally, the demon spoke softly, "How is it there...?"

He couldn't hear her but he could read her lips and smiled, nodding. Apparently Hell was just fine. As always. Or he just didn't want to worry her. Red chuckled- forced and he could tell it was- and reached up to ruffle his hair... only that went through too.

"It's not fair," she snapped suddenly. "That you're stuck there and I'm tied here. I'm stupid, Gavlin, and I'm tied to a thing I hate... I remember every time I come here and see you why I hate them. Look what they did to you..."

Gavlin shook his head, concerned. He didn't blame the humans for splitting him from the earth. And he didn't want her to either. He wanted her to keep helping them. As always, the optimist of the two.

"...Fine..." Red sighed as his ghostly appearance faded.

"I can understand, I think, and this will sound blunt but eight years is more than long enough to let something go... you're human, your life is too short to worry about that..." Red shuddered again, splicing back to whole. "When you have thousands of years to linger on is when you can waste time holding grudges... just end it-" him. "-and let it go. I'm not saying don't hate wolves," she added. "They're low, disgusting half-beings." And their souls have a bad after-taste. "So fight... let it go or let it out."

Malice Queen

 

[JokerValentine]

Axeykins Malice Queen
"Oh you're sorry? Thank heavens," he said sarcastically, before his ears began to ring again. He surely would've lashed out at that dog, being his son or not, but it would have to wait. The man suddenly dropped to his knees, holding the side of his head as his ears still rang from the smack. His brain was already scrambled from the tree trunk, and now it felt worse. But his son's stupid apology full of false boasts of self-righteousness only made honus' resistance more worthwhile. "oh god..." he said, getting to his feet again. It hurt a bit bad, as it should. But he was not going to be done just yet. And he couldn't bring his fist up to strike his son, at least not with his head feeling this way.

"Get the fuck away from me..." he said with a gravelly tone, his eyes looking right at the creature that once was his son, "take your mixture and choke on it..." he said, his head starting to clear again. He was still a tad frail from the sudden slap, but surely his son best not test him any more. "Get the fuck out of here!" he said, smacking the bowl from his hands violently, "if you so much as talk about Syl that way, regardless of what she did, you are no family to me. Go to your fucking kids, your alpha that you seem so INTENT on justifying that your head must be a mile up your own ass. I didn't even give the order to fight, the others did. But that doesn't matter to you, because you're not my son."

He was furious, but only because he knew he couldn't bring himself to hurt his son. Concussed or not.

 

[Malice Queen]

Eight years. Eight years of her life she spent hunting her own brother – something she could have ended seven years before. Red offered sound advice and Syl's heart would stop its aching and she watched as the piece of Red would float off somewhere else. "You're right." Syl would rise to her feet wipe her cheeks of tears. "End him and let it all go...", she murmurs it sounded so...easy when spoken aloud. She's clung to her hatred so tightly it made her totally numb to the rest of the world around her – werewolves and humans alike. "End him and let it all go." she repeated, at a normal tone of voice.

Her eyes would fall to Red, who seemed to be well educated on matters of hate. "Thank you...perhaps when the time comes I'll be able to end it all." Sylvia thought about the incident a that occurred a few minutes ago, her mind was gone to thoughts of her brother and the life they had together before...that was the reason she couldn't do it. Despite the horrid actions her brother had no doubt committed as wolf, none of that mattered to her.

Syl continued to stare at Red as continued to reflect on the encounter. "Memories are horrid things...They bring pain and suffering but also joy and elation." Syl would shake her head and start walking towards Harken's hut – she was done feeling sorry and crying her eyes out. "I spent all this time hunting werewolves, yet I have never directly saved anyone." her thoughts turned to Honus. "But Honus...saved me that day, probably the second reason I became a Hood. He could have been done with me then...but he kept coming back to that house, back to me to see how I was doing and even to help me. He was my father for that year and now look at me – look at him." Sylvia would let out a sigh, approaching yet another tree but this time rather than sitting she placed her forehead against the trunk of the arbor, a small smile crossing her lips. "I'm starting to sound like that mutt...all fancy worded and such." she would chuckle and remove her body from the tree to look upon the Harken's old hut.
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The hooded figure would nod, pleased to see Syl was at least set on the path to move on. Eight years was a long time to waste away over something... too long for a human. When their conversation took a turn, Red flinched at the mention of memories. She had too many, so many she'd want to forget. The price of living so long was that she could recount every second of it. Humans with their minds, they forgot little things and only remembered vaguely, unless they were gifted. What Red wouldn't give for that kind of memory. Her head was so cluttered. Why was she even giving advice to let go when she dragged so much weight of her own around?

"I had a brother too, once," she muttered quietly as she started walking alongside the Hood. Her voice is hollow when she speaks, recounting her own past. "He enjoyed living among your folk and never made a deal for a single soul... he trusted a human too much and... one event led to another until I was coming back home to find the door down and... and in the square, they were exorcising him. They severed his bond to this world..." Red flinched, restraining herself from making any sort of move against Syl. Just saying that, remembering it again, she was angry.

After a few paces, though, Red buried the emotion efficiently. She didn't mention what she'd done to the church- to that whole town, come to think of it- after he was gone. "I think... It's important to draw a line between being driven by something and consumed by it..." Red was in no position to give this advice, though. Her entire existence was consumed by her hunger, by making deals and twisting fate.

As the topic turned to the dogs, Red shook her head. "Don't say that, you're better than the wolves." The cabin loomed and Red quickly shifted into her white cat form, padding along beside Syl.

Our lives are what we make them. You made your life a Hood. You're in a difficult position, Sylvia, and I think you'd do well to stay with your life as a Hood. It's already defined your path in ways you may never realize. One thing is for sure, when I was your age... I resided in hell and that time was gone in a fraction of a moment. Rephrase. When I was the equivalent of your age, I wasn't nearly as... Brave? Strong? Level-headed? Settled? Emotionally stable? Well-fed? Good? Morally sound? ...as sorted out... as you are.

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