A God Amoung Mortals [OPEN]

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2a6lcv4.jpg] Ever look at a painting and realize that what you are looking at isn't perfect? That, somewhere on the priceless art, there is a single flaw that continues to catch your eye and bother you? Life is like that, especially nature. The most pristine places on Earth, places you consider paradise or a sanctuary are usually ruined by that singular occurrence of that flaw. Malandya, a field of peace and tranquility that brings along the soft whisper of grasses as they rub against each other in the soft warm breeze and the soft warm colors as the sun crowns the top of the horizon, filling the field with soft browns, tans and oranges, had one of these flaws. As you look across the pristine field, a singular movement catches your eye in the center of padded down field grass. In the center of this circle a wolf was moving around, his tail up and wagging as he tore at the dead carcass beneath his claws. The wolf itself, might have been a white color at one time. But now, he was pure red with brown markings. Long scratches and gouges covered his back and sides and a deep scratch crossed his nose. But besides the obvious painful lacerations, the wolf was far beyond content. If wolves could take drugs, this wolf was high. The carcass beneath his claws was not a prey animal. Far from it, in fact. The bushy tail and the pointed ears that poked up from the protruding ribcage and shredded fur and gore was obviously a wolf and from the obvious ecstasy of the wolf, was enjoying himself immensely. The wolf was Cannibal and the newest Hunter of Ilahlari. Although he hadn't been in his status for very long, he was enjoying himself. He had already caught prey for the pack, not that there was that many in the pack but he was trying not to piss off Nahani. Why? Simple reason really. He wasn't planning on staying as the pack Hunter. Oh no. He was planning on moving up in the world but Alpha of the ally pack, Brena'he as Nahani's second in command, with the power and respect that came with it. The thought sent a shiver up his spine and he continued on eating. He made sure this particular wolf wasn't a pack member before he started his attack. It had simple been a diseased rogue wolf who had begged him to bring him into the pack. Disgusted, Cannibal had attacked. However, he hadn't gotten away with nothing. His pelt was covered in blood and scratches and the blood was a mixture of his and the dead wolf's who's maimed corpse would never show the the gouges and scratches he had inflicted on him. To Cannibal, the lacerations all over him were nothing compared to what he usually got. He put his paw on the wolf's neck bone as he grabbed a leg bone in his mouth and yanked. Cartilage and bone popped and cracked till it snapped off, dangling in his mouth, dripping blood onto his chest and paws. He stood tall and proud, examining the surrounding area for anyone who was standing nearby. Not that he didn't like to show off his prize but he didn't want to be disturbed till he was done eating. Content that he was alone, he looked back down at the corpse, lashed his tail and walked away in boredom with the wolf's leg still dangling in his mouth. He moved to the other side of the field away from the smell of gore and carrion and threw himself down among the tall grass, gnawing at the leg bone, the wolf's paw still dangling on the end. --- Notes: Just a little insight to the real Cannibal :3 Word Count: Bah wasn't paying attention

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[Senta]

Sniffing gingerly as though willing herself not to be attracted to the smell of a recent kill, the white she-wolf padded through the undergrowth in search of the scent that carried in the air. Her eyes searched slowly as she walked, their aqua depths hiding her true reason for looking for this kill. She was drawn to the scent; it was one she knew quite well. It was the smell of wolf blood. Pausing in her quest the she-wolf began to scent the air again, making sure she was on the right track. Certain that she was heading in the correct direction, the wolf continued in her trek.

It was only a matter of time before she came up to the small field, eager to see what lay ahead. In one corner of her mind, she realized how depraved this was. Feasting on the flesh of her own kind like some sort of cannibal, but it was the only thing she knew. The scent drew her in like a drug, something she couldn't escape. Following the scent into the open Senta, as she was called, smiled quite psychotically. It was just as she had suspected. Some wolf had met its doom by the claws of another predator. Slinking slowly closer to the carcass, the white wolf spied the predator on the other end of the clearing. A gentler smile, one less insane, was now on her mouth. There seemed to be another cannibal in these new lands.

"Are you in the mood to share?" she asked, a little wary.

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2a6lcv4.jpg] He wasn't against being intruded on but he didn't like it. His head came up as his bi-colored eyes met the wolf in front of him, the leg lay forgotten between his two front paws. Between the bloody red mess of his fur and the long lacerations from the fight, his one blue eye and one silver eye seemed eerie. It was a large wolf, much larger than normal and his sheer presence usually discouraged others to approach him. It took him no more than a minute to process what she had said to him before he spoke. It’s not often wolves ask to join me. He replied absently, lifting himself onto his massive haunches and approached her, blood still dripping from his chin. They often run in the other direction… He trailed off as he inspected her. Her scent. It was too…normal. For her to be asking to join him, she didn’t seem much of a cannibal. She smelled normal, acted normal and even looked normal. No horrid scars, no dried blood and her scent didn’t carry the decay of wolf blood as he was sure his blood stream was thick with. He watched her for a few more minutes before flicking his tail in a rather, non-caring way, and stalked past her towards where he had left the carcass. Suit yourself, sweetheart. But just remember, you asked me. Don’t gripe with me later. He would admit it; he never knew there were others like him, others as sick and sadistic as himself. Others called him psychotic but there was nothing wrong with his mind. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed it. In fact, he was rather intelligent. He knew his way around other wolves, always able to manipulate and control without the other realizing it. He was extremely cunning and could destroy your whole life without you knowing till afterwards. But he would keep his eye on her. Since he had never met another wolf such as himself, she could be just as cunning and destructive as himself and that could become dangerous. --- Notes: I love Cannibal <3 Word Count: ---

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[Senta]

A wicked smile, completely unlike the usual smile she used, appeared on her face as she tore a strip of flesh from the wolf carcass. It had been some time since she had eaten the meat of one of her own and it pleased her to no end that there was someone else like her here.

Much like Cannibal, the she-wolf was perfectly sane. Had she been raised by a... Normal family, she probably would have never tasted the meat from another wolf. But as fate would have it, she was raised by a family of cannibals. And yet, there was some sort of poetry to it. Senta, a normal wolf, raised by seemingly normal parents becomes and unknowing cannibal. Inwardly nodding as she ate, the she-wolf noted that it was, in fact, poetic how she was raised.

Tearing more of the meat from the body, the wolf's azure eyes looked around. It wasn't as though anyone besides Cannibal were watching, but one could never be too sure. It had almost been her undoing on more than one occasion. It was only a matter of time before she learned to be more secretive about her kills and how she went about eating them. Smirking and pulling off more of the delicious flesh, this time a decent sized chunk, Senta padded off into the shade of a tree to eat more comfortably.

"It's not every day one meets another cannibal," the she-wolf commented lightly. "You are the only one, besides my family, that I've had the pleasure of coming across."

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2a6lcv4.jpg] Was this she-wolf serious?? He could do nothing but stare absently at her, white ears perked forward as she talked. He was laying on his stomach, front paws spread out before them as they held down a part of the carcass. Since growing up, he had never met anyone who had appriciated his lifestyle. He had been chased, maimed, called names and often times, attacked for what he did and who he was. And yet, here was this female who had seemed to materalize out of thin air and consider his lifestyle... just perfect. After his brain took the time to consider all this and realize he wasn't dreaming, a giant grin spread across his face and he crossed his front paws in a liesurely type of way. So, tell me, what makes you think that I'm one of those that would share this with you? I could be horribly insane from my lack of corrective upbringing and race across this corpse and rip out your own throat, add you to my dinner list. His smirk grew wider, his two different colored eyes gleaming maliciously. It's not often I find another like me... We... don't usually last long I'm sure you can understand my lack of... hospitality. His mouth open in a vicious grin, bloody teeth garringly terrifying as gore dripped from his chin. It was often he found a female that was like him. This could turn out for the better after all. That is, if she wasn't totally fucked up. --- Notes: Word Count:

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[Senta]

Stopping in her feast long enough to shoot a withering glance at the male in front of her, Senta swallowed what she was eating and sighed.

"If you were going to do that," she said scathingly. "You would've done it by now." It was bad enough that she had to bum a meal off of someone else, but to be basically talked down to like she was some sort of idiot pissed her off. "I mean, damn. Be excited that you aren't the only one out there!" Abandoning the carcass for lack of interest now, the white she-wolf skirted it carefully and padded a little closer to Cannibal.

"And if you can't feel excitement," Senta grumbled. "At least don't be such a spoil sport. You made me lose my appetite." However angry and disappointed her tone was, her aqua eyes simply sparkled with delight. It made her heart almost leap for joy that she found another cannibal; she had never had the problem of being run off, since she assumed that others wouldn't share her taste in meat.

"If you don't mind my asking," she said, a little embarrassed. "What's your name? It seems odd to share a meal, but not know who the other wolf is."

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2a6lcv4.jpg] Since he had been a pup and had tasted his first bite of wolf flesh, he had been looked at in disgust, publicly ridiculed and chased away from anything he considered dear to his heart, including his own parents. Never had he felt the special bond between wolves that would create a pack or family. He had learned to suppress such feelings to keep himself and others, safe. Of course, cutting away such humanity had only darkened his soul, turning him into the black heart creature he was now, a good trait to have when you're a cannibal otherwise, he wouldn't be able to kill his own kind and feast on them. However, never had he considered be allowed to have those feelings for someone of his own kind, someone who wouldn't find him disgusting or run at the very sight of him eating his own kind. Perhaps he could attempt a "bond" with this female. Perhaps he could try and find his humanity that he had discarded all those years ago. Clearly by her angry, defensive tone, she wasn't scared of him which was a good first start. Wiping the gore and blood from his face with his tongue, he came to his feet. Already the blood that coated his fur was starting to harden beneath the hot spring sun and it was already flaking off, revealing the gorgeous white and blue pelt beneath. I have long forgotten my name. He told her truthfully, remembering that even since the early days of his life, since he had started eating wolf flesh, his parents and siblings had called him by his nickname, 'Cannibal' and it had since, stuck, now becoming his name. Not that he at all minded the name. When he shared his name with others, it was their first clue to leave him alone. However, he had no reason to chase her off. Would you think me teasing if I told you my name was Cannibal? he asked her with a smile, raising a slender brow in question. Twas my nickname as a pup before I was chased away from my parents and the name stuck. Not that I don't mind the name. The whole time he was talking, he was admiring her fur. She was the same coloring as himself, down to the shade of blue and yet, her only marking was on her left eye. It was as if they were meant to be together. --- Notes: A softer side of Cannibal Word Count:

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[Senta]

”I would consider it, yes” the she-wolf chuckled, smiling a little softer now. ”But I believe you. There is no deceit in your tone.” Her aqua eyes were alight with curiosity now; this male before her intrigued her like no other before. He was definitely different. Cannibal made her confused, unsure, and a little angry. But it wasn’t like she minded terribly. This was a good place to start a friendship. Over a meal.

”My name is Senta,” she continued, a little embarrassed now. ”And Cannibal is a good name, albeit a little frightening. But it’s understandable.” The she-wolf was not about to tell this male that she was an unwilling cannibal. Fed wolf meat from a young age, Senta didn’t really know what other meat tasted like and it was that which drove her to stay a cannibal. It was easier than trying to force down something that she had never had before.

As she stood there, her eyes roamed over Cannibal’s frame. He had a good, strong body. Not overly handsome, but enough to catch a female’s eye for sure. His markings were exquisite, a beautiful shade of blue, much like the colour surrounding her left eye. The only difference was that his covered more of his body, and gave him a fiercer look. Thinking quickly, but surely, Senta decided that he would be an ideal mate. Strong, more than a little stubborn, and he shared her way of life. It was nearly too good to be true!

”Hmm,” she muttered, unknowingly out loud. ”There must be some sort of catch to this.”

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2a6lcv4.jpg] She seemed to be... calculating. As if looking over a prize before the win. In a way, it gave him a giant ego boost but in another, it worried him. What was this female thinking? What were her devious plans? He should have known that no cannibal was in their right mind. There was no way. He should have been more on his guard about her. All of a sudden he didn't trust her but he kept it to himself. Might as well play along with whatever little game she had in store. It was more interesting that way. Senta, that's a rather odd name... He replied mildly, turning his attention to the carrion birds that had finally realized that there was a wolf kill. He pulled one ear back. Perhaps he was being too rude. I mean, I should say, it's a name I've never heard before. It's unique. he turned his attention back to her but before he could get anything else out, she blurted, There must be some sort of catch to this. Now she had his attention. There was definitely something scheming inside that head of hers. I beg your pardon? he asked, raising a slender brow. A catch to what? I don't remember doing anything in particular. He was beginning to wonder how off the rocker this female really was. He stood up and stretched, preparing himself to take off and become invisable as he was so used to doing. But, he'd here what she had to say first. He was, after all, interested. --- Notes: --- Word Count: ---

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[Senta]

She pulled her ears back in embarrassment when he mentioned what she had said last. The she-wolf then looked at the ground and sighed. "Simply that this seems to good to be true," Senta said rather quietly. "I didn't think I said that out loud, but I guess I did. I apologize if I have offended you in some way."

When she heard the first comment about her name, Senta pulled back her lips in a snarl and snapped her head up to glare at the male. It was bad enough that she said something she didn't mean to out loud, but to hear a crack on her name pissed her off. "What's odd about it?" she spat. "It's not my fault I was named this way." Then she heard the last part of his comment. Feeling almost instantly horrible, the she-wolf relaxed and looked down at her paws.

"Damn," she said, now completely angry with herself. "Once again my temper has gotten the better of me." If it were possible for her to blush, the femme would have. Instead, she lowered herself a little to show her embarrassment. But she couldn't take back her thoughts from just moments ago. If she wanted to win him, she would definitely have to toughen up some.

Maybe she should tell him that she was a new Alphess? Would that make him want her? Or just her power? Sighing, she resolved to just out this information before this went any further.

"I am the new Alphess of Brena'he, by the way," she whispered, inwardly wincing at what the outcome would be. Her mind was convincing her that he would rage and yell at her. But a little voice told her that he wouldn't, but would only be with her for her power.

What would he do?

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vsm6p5.jpg] He simply blinked at her. Did she expect him to drop on all fours and bow to her just because she was an Alphess? He wanted to snort. He never followed anyone but himself and never took orders from anyone. It was one reason he stayed as a loner. But it would definitely explain her sane mind. Usually, loner cannibals such as himself were going out of their mind with insanity. He met one before that talked to all the "souls" of those he killed and carried around his mother's jaw bone with him where ever he went. But this female was much like himself. Calm demeanor with an obvious sense of her surroundings. However, he didn't know about her but his insanity was still there, just pushed behind a door in his mind. He only opened the door when he was hunting. It was easier that way. Speaking of hunting... He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. Clearly she wanted something from him or she wouldn't have stuck around. He grinned at her. She could become rather useful. If she was an Alphess and a cannibal, perhaps he could come out in the open with his "disease" and not be chased off. Perhaps he could reconsider his "no pack" policy and perhaps he could actually use Senta to his advantage. He supposed he could put more effort into this little "relationship" she was trying to build. Well, my dear. I suppose we should get to know each other a little bit better. Care to go hunting with me? If there was one thing Cannibal knew how to do best was to shut out his humanity, to have no feelings for anything. It was one of the ways he was able to kill his own kind without a second thought. If she wanted him as bad as he could sense she did, she would have to learn to live with his lack of emotions. --- Notes: I have muse but we need to do something else with them besides talking to get it really going. Word Count: ---

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[Senta]

Senta stared at him when he snorted, unsure if it was in derision or in astonishment. Growling gently, mostly to herself for being stupid, the she-wolf smiled a fake smile and then frowned. Hunting? Hmm. It wasn't all that important for her at the moment, considering she had just eaten, but then again. It was good to have a decent stock of meat readily available and since it was wolf meat they were hunting for, it was pretty much guaranteed that no one would steal it. There were not many cannibals, that she was aware of, in Taterus.

"Hunting would be lovely," the wolf smiled. "Just don't get too carried away. Or rather, go ahead. The more meat, the better." It was rare that she felt like hunting her own kind, in spite of the fact that she was a cannibal. It wasn't as though she was completely dependent on it. It was just that she preferred the taste of wolf meat to say... Elk meat. A wider smile appeared on her maw as she thought of the hunt to come. It was certainly a thrill to hear the last dying whine of a wolf who had just been hunted down by a fellow. And the chase was a whole other matter entirely.

"Well," Senta said, quite happily indeed. "Shall we get a move on?"

[cannibal]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vsm6p5.jpg] Of course. He gave her a rueful smile and turned and left the carcass of the dead deer behind him as he disappeared into the long waving grass, not caring if she followed or not. Instead, he turned off his emotions, like a switch, becoming the cold hearted killer he really was. There were plenty of rogue loners that walked these lands, wolves who were lost since Nahani took over, unsure of what they wanted to do or which side they wanted to join. They usually kept to themselves or in small family groups but they were easy to find. They constantly roamed the lands far and wide, from pack border to pack border as they constantly changed their minds. It was where he had found his last meal. He had attacked the young male as he crossed a river, holding him under the water to try and drown him but he had underestimated the young male and had a fight on his hands as soon as it began. Part of the reason he was crusted brown with blood instead of his usual white and blue. Most of it was the young male's blood but he could still feel the sting of many of the long scratches and gouges that littered beneath his pelt. It was all part of the deal of being a cannibal. There was no escaping unscathed. He met the end of the field and instantly melted into the trees of the forest, already hot on a faint trail of a loner. Luckily it was another male. He had a feeling he'd terrify Senta with what he did to a female before he killed them. He was sure that doing that would be a bad mark against trying to get on her good side. Not that he should be caring. God this was ridiculous! He never cared about anyone else's feelings before. Why would now be any different? Either way, his conscious, what was left of it anyway, was telling him to keep her around, no matter how much he just wanted to be left alone. So, for now, he'd stick to killing male wolves and not females. Pushing through the heavy brush, the male's scent grew stronger. He picked up the pace, his nose plastered to the forest floor as he seemed to follow the male paw step by paw step. Finally, the young male came into view, his body lowered as he took a drink from a small puddle of water. Cannibal, obviously had done this for years, walked into the open and next to the male as if they were old friends. Evening. As the male turned to object that he did not know this male, Cannibal moved with lightening speed, snarling as he grabbed the male by his neck, throwing his weight into him to knock him over as he forced the male's head under the water. The male beneath him was thrashing violently, trying to throw Cannibal off but Cannibal was stronger and older than the male and easily held him down with his weight. As the male's struggles grew weaker, Cannibal lifted the male's head from the water and twisted his head in a quick fashion, instantly breaking the male's neck. The male stopped moving instantly and Cannibal dropped him, letting the dead body fall to the floor. With a grin, Cannibal raised his tail and howled his victory. His stomach was cut up and dripping blood from the male's claws but he hardly seemed to care. He turned his head back the way he had come, seeing if Senta had seen it at all. --- Notes: Not the best bloody and vicious kill but good enough for now Word Count: ---

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[Senta]

The white she-wolf followed Cannibal, aptly nicknamed for his cannibalism, and watched intently as he hunted. There was definitely a sick joy in watching him hunt their own kind, but it was worth fueling the "problem" both of them had. Granted, she only recently began to accept her cannibalism as something she could live with. Something that wasn't a problem, but was just who she was.

Her heart started racing as the male walked up to the wolf by the river. I can definitely use this to my advantage, she thought as she hid behind a small bush to watch. Especially if I ever go hunting for myself. Even if the kill was not as brutal as she was expecting, Senta could not help herself and she let a small gasp escape her lips. But that gasp soon became a bark of happiness and she ran over the rest of the way to her new-found friend.

"What a gorgeous kill, Cannibal!" she praised him. "I don't think that there is another wolf alive who could kill another wolf with such.... skill." There wasn't much skill involved, really, but praising him would certainly help to win him to her pack.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/vsm6p5.jpg] Her praise was nice but definitely unneeded. He flicked his tail in an irked sort of way but he let a cocky smile spread across his face. Of course it was the best. How many other cannibals have you met? Most don't kill their own food. They find it demoralizing to them. They'd rather feast off the carcass of a dead wolf that had died rather than kill it themselves. However, I'm not shy. He turned his attention to the body at his paws, already the eyes were glazing over but the shocked and terrified look on his face hadn't vanished. It made Cannibal grin wider. Finally, as the adrenaline washed out of his blood stream, he could feel the deep lashes across his belly where the wolf had raked him, attempting to throw the larger male off of him. Blood had pooled beneath him and around his paws and he winced in sudden pain, stepping out of the blood as though it was tainted. Only problem with this particular food source... It fights back... He stepped away from the kill and to the small pool of water where the male had been drinking from and stepped in till his belly touched the water. He winced as the sudden cold chilled his skin but sighed as the dirt was washed from the wounds. Blood poured from his wounds and into the water, making it appear like red ink. As he stood in the water, the dried blood from his first kill broke away from his fur, finally showing that he was, in fact, a white wolf instead of red and his blazing electric blue marks weren't brown. He jumped from the pool of water and came back over before flopping down on his side and inspecting his stomach, giving the wounds a few licks before turning his attention back to her. Help yourself. he told her rather nonchalantly. I already ate but I know you're probably starving. I usually get one or two kills a day so I have some extra stored. Can't go around killing wolves every time I'm hungry. Draws attention. He went back to licking his wounds, his now white fur gleaming in the dapples sunlight from the trees above. --- Notes: Word Count: ---

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