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Chicago...Home of a population of over three million people.
Chicago...A city of lights.
Chicago...The City of Wind.
The city...the tall buildings...the remaining stockyards...a place where no sane person leaves home without protection...it is not only corrupt but thoroughly honest and unapologetic in its corruption.
Chicago, home of the vampires who thirst for acceptance as well as blood.
Chicago, home of the lycans who struggle against the beasts within...
Chicago, home of the magical fey whose powers know no bounds...
Chicago, home of the witches and supernatural beings who crave power.
The setting is present day Chicago, Illinois. It is a city that has recently been rocked by a purging of the supernatural community. None of the powers that be are sure exactly what transpired. Unsure of what caused the recent troubles they are sure of one thing... Chicago is once again habitable to their kind. As such the city is in the middle of a land grab the likes of which hasn't been seen since the westward expansion. The first casualties appear to be the local Streak as the other clans have their hands at the throats of those who lust for power. Everyone wants their fair share and the city is in uproar as the dust begins to settle...
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Re: El Figa El Faca « Reply #20 on Jun 13, 2009, 3:41pm »
The urge to retreat deep within himself was a sirens song that Hiero could barely ignore. Like Odysseus lashed to the mast he was for a moment wholly overcome by the song of death and blood. He had not relished in the act of pure visceral bloodletting in many a year. He had worked carefully and diligently to hold fast to his less violent self. Even as he reveled in the feel of warm hot blood coating his tongue drowning away the pain of the last few weeks, he knew that was no answer.
No answer by half to what ailed him. Yes he was right. Be that as it may more evil had been done in the name of righteousness than was ever committed solely for evils sake. Focusing the anger of his beast to a razors edge he prowled the manses grounds loping from room to room. Diligently searching out the tool of the brothers transgression. The one who'd defiled Rayvan's home. The lowly sneak thief who stole something far more valuable than jewels. He had by process of his actions taken Rayvan from Hiero. He had stolen her safety and Hiero's happiness. Tool though he was he would pay his pound of flesh.
The scent of panicked fox was high in the air. Sorting through the wild musk of skulk for a particular scent was a herculean effort. Luckily Hiero whether man or beast was a stubborn intractable foe. He would have his just due.
the scent grew further obscured by gas and bleach and gun oil. Yet Hiero refused to yield his search. The man would pay. Then Hiero could mourn and all would be right with the world. He paused when the scent of Snake blood reached his nose. He knew that Sabin was alive but the blood would rich and aromatic. He was bleeding freely. The wound was a major one. Distracted for the moment he nearly missed the distinctive sound of a hammer being raised. Whirling as he slid away from the sound he was face to face with the one. The tool. the source of his greatest discontent.
In his hands he recognized the shotgun for what it was. It was an instrument of death. His death. At such close range while Hiero had an easy time of reaching him the shotgun was designed for such a distance. It would slice through him as easily as his claws would. Hiero looked deeply not only within himself but within the Skulk who hid behind his double barrels.
Hiero was prepared to die in the here and now. He had kept his matters in order. The other was not. He feared death. The matter was over before it began. Sadly Hiero could not leave him unmarked. His pride would not allow it. Bellowing a roar it buffeted and knocked the fox to the ground. In his fear the fox gripped the shotgun with nearly all his might. The trigger was depressed and Hiero was pelted in a spray of hot silver pellets.
The pain of silvers kiss lost Hiero his hard won compassion. He leapt upon the fox rending him from this life in a geyser of blood.
Sabin Simon they were both reaching out. While Sabin was calling almost pleading a Simon was demanding. He was announcing to his Skulk and all those gathered that he was lord and master here. He was openly challenging any who thought otherwise to vote with their fists. Hiero huffed loosing another less demanding roar. He knew that continuing on much longer and his and Sabins injuries would be the end of them. Moving at a quick clip he scented out Sabin. Moving to him Hiero watched as Simon stood resplendent in the metaphysical raiment of a true leader. the skulk would eventually right themselves under him. Hiero however knew that he couldn't stick around and lend any aid. His aggression and endurance had seen him through the fandango thus far. He knew that given a moment to rest and the wounds which tattooed his body would have their full effect. Sabin was in equally a bad shape. Though he had not shifted and that would aid his healing later. Hiero knew they had to depart. Nudging Sabin Hiero looked back over his shoulder at Simon now was not the time to sort matters now was the time to crawl into a dark hole and lick their wounds. Moving past Sabin Hiero made his way to the door keeping a wary eye on the Skulk members who were armed and watched him with unconcealed enmity...
Hieronymous Banks-Walker/ 32 / Alpha / Dominant / Pride / Rex
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in the darkness with all the lights out, that is where i do my best work.
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Re: El Figa El Faca « Reply #21 on Jun 15, 2009, 8:04pm »
sabin took his shirt off and turned it into strips. he tied the strips around shalpha and covered it, he then tied it and the shirt that soaked his blood into place.
"hey heiro, i know you can hear me. when you heal enough. i need you to shift back so i could shift to heal. the car is over here."
sabin walked towards the car trying to keep himself upright.
"the faster the better there buddy." once the car was open sabin shifted. aw hell no point to bleed to death for no reason. sabin thought as he slithered into the drivers seat.
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Re: El Figa El Faca « Reply #22 on Jun 16, 2009, 10:55am »
Speaking was possible in his in between state. Certain syllables were harder to convey but Hiero was sure that the gist of his meaning would reach across.
"Thanks but shift push comes to shove I'll carry you." Hiero would have to shift back to ride in the car. While he could easily the wounds he'd taken would be even more telling as such he would take the time to push his endurance and race Sabin back to his flat. He knew that the good doctor would have the necessary equipment to patch them both up. He was however worried that Sabin would either catch some well-meaning constables attention or slip into a deep sleep from blood loss. It was better if they both stuck together. As Sabin opened the car door Hiero's nostrils were filled with the combined scent of Streak and Sleuth. They were a good deal late yet they showed and they had come in force.
The blood covering both Sabin and Hiero would make it known how bad things had gotten. The tigers were not known for their level headed thinking and the Bears would be moving left of their ever constant neutrality. If he wasn't in a bad way he would take the time to thank them for showing as it stood now was so not the time. He wouldn't put it past either Hong or Jeremiah to twist the events to their advantage.
Looking from Sabin to the musk that filtered to them through the wind Hiero huffed. Things while in a bad way could grow so much worse if the two alphas weren't briefed. Hanging his head momentarily in resignation Hiero moved towards the combined might of the Streak and Sleuth.
Hieronymous Banks-Walker/ 32 / Alpha / Dominant / Pride / Rex
Sabin Felicite Penible Clan Kashyapa[M:-3000] member is offline
in the darkness with all the lights out, that is where i do my best work.
Joined: Aug 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 304 Karma: 3
Re: El Figa El Faca « Reply #23 on Jun 17, 2009, 9:52am »
sabin tasted the air "damn" was his thoughts. physically the only indication that he was away was his tongue. he immediately began to shift into his half form straped shalpha and the shirt into place and fell into step with hiero.
he took a deep breath as he was going to allow heiro to take the lead as sabin would just bleed. unless he has to interject a point here or there.
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