The Stench of Death (open)

[demondevil]

Rogue's bi-hued eyes stared into the forest, watching ever so slightly. He thought he saw a flicker of movement, but he waved it aside. He looked above him at the moonlit sky.

He chuckled to himself as he thought of the poor vargs who believed in Tor and Fenris. They were the names of the moon and the sun, of course, but they were no gods. He believed in one god and one god only: Wolfbane. All of Rogue's world was centered around Wolfbane. He believed that Wolfbane was the creator and the destroyer of the world. But the destroyer part was yet to come.

Rogue feared nothing, not even death. If he went to Hell, so be it. If he went to Heaven, he wouldn't care. He would die either way. He didn't look forward to the day he did die, but if he were to die right now, then it would be in peace.

He looked behind him at the looming castle, and he shook his head. Ever since he first saw the castle, he loved every bit of it. All these vargs were afraid of it, but for no reason. Nothing lurked there as far as he could tell, and he usually could read objects pretty well. He decided to go up to the castle and check it out.

He walked slowly up the steep steps, watching around him. He didn't feel like fighting right now, even though he was fully capable. His k9's were freshly sharpened (he sharpened his k9's using a stone just in case), his claws weren't worn, his coat was shiny, he was full, and his thirst was quenched.

As he neared the castle, he thought he heard something. He paused, and turned his head to the east and west, and then behind him. He stopped breathing, hoping to hear what it was he had heard earlier.

"Who's there? Come forth! I will find you and kill you!" Rogue called out into the night. Of course, nothing happened but he sat on his haunches and silently waited for the unknown varg.

[Midina]

Darkness shadowed the landscape as cold chills ran up the spine of a mixed colored drappa lurking the steps of the old castle. It was dated way back and looked like it was built to last for centuries to come. The stones were stuck together with an early type of cement or some might say mud. They were shaped so they would stay in place and not tumble into the abyss below the stone castle. Amber oculars searched about the area dilated to every extent to see every speck of light. Tor acuminated the star light sky above the heads of many. The forest surrounding the castle was lushes green and beautifully set. The moon was full and glowed brightly in the night sky. Tor was there...perhaps. Or was it all a child's story? The stars fought hard to shine through the gray clouds. If darkness could get any darker, it just did. Soon the clouds began to advance toward the moon. Poor Tor, maybe the clouds will be merciful. Shadows lengthened and covered the woods and forests. Up on the hill, the stone castle towered. Looming above, the castle stood proud. Having survived many battles against nature, man, and the Lera. What would a varg be doing here? A place where they say Wolfbane lives? Where Man had lived and stood their ground? Why explore and seek the truth behind the gods.

A threatening growl of thunder shook the young drappa and she pinned her oversized ears flat against her elfin skull, darting forward into the shadow of the looming castle. She stood, trembling, vulnerable in her lack of sufficient cover, and turned her amber eyes upwards- not towards the sky, but toward the far tower, hovering high above her slim frame. A bout of wind buffered her fur and she closed her eyes against the sharpness of the chilly air, turning toward the moldering steps that led to the gaping mouth of the building. With a half-hearted decision she turned and loped up the stairs, casting an anxious glance over her shoulder. She stayed close to the opening, refusing to venture too far into the once-great fortress. With her tassel tucked beneath her legs she crouched, watching the storm unfold with frightened eyes. Though hearing something the femme seemed to turn off her frightened emotions and turned on her brave and bold emotions.

A sly smiled curled at the corner of her maw as lightning struck the sky. Rain slightly began to fall from the heavens above her as she stalked toward a noise somewhere near the outside. As she walked Midina, a cold-hearted fae, heard the voice of a male. Her eyes seeking out any movement she caught sight of him along with his disgusting scent. “And I should come toward the presence of a Mann showing no respect for others. Oblivions to the fact that he himself was an unsuspecting Varg, though he thinks I might have the disadvantage being a poor little drappa. The mix rusted-pelted female let out a low menacing chuckle as she drew herself from the shadowy protection of the castle. Smile faded her posture shown only pure dominance over the Mann. Waiting for a response she wasn’t even sure if he would even get what she was saying. She was used the talking like that, though no one ever understood her.

[demondevil]

Rogue chuckled at the fae's response. He now saw her clearly. He laughed louder at her lanky appearance. But, he knew inside that pelt, there was pure muscle.

"My dear fae, you have no idea what you have just gotten yourself into." He laughed again, and slowly approached her, teeth bared and lips curled back. He circled the femme once, taking in all of her. He wanted to learn everything about her.

"Tell me about yourself, and maybe I'll tell you a little about myself. What is a femme as pretty looking as you doing out here in these cold, cold parts of Transylvania? Don't you think it's a bit dangerous?" Rogue chuckled again as he taunted the obviously snappy femme. He loved doing this so, so much.

[Fellack]

The stench of death was strong that day. Looming inbetween the castle's twin pillars stood two varg on the steps. Arrogance could be sensed from either side, but what Fellack saw were two strange cur, trying to foolishly prove dominance over eachother. He didn't care. He would like to watch them die. Fellack stretched back his haunches and cried a long, threatening howl that echoed across the ravine between him and the castle. His heart fluttered at looking down the ravine that stood between him and other living things. With a short growl and another step back the jet black Kerl sprung across the gap to the other side. With a turn of his head and a flash of his eyes, the hostiles at the castle had been targeted.
This should be interesting. Fellack though as he howled to Fenris, Tor, and his savior- Wolfbane.