Netvarkai | Pupless | Loveless | Packless | Adult
"The mind is what makes us know what we are," He growls, his grin crazed and sinister."But it also is what can break who you are, isn't it?"
Where has all of your innocence gone, little one?
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Netvarkai stared boredly over the clearing from where he lounged in the shadows of one the giant stones that gave this place it's name. The slowly thickening twilight barely gave him a shadow to hide in, but it served his purpose as well as it could. A chill breeze blew through his little patch of darkness, and he smiled darkly to himself. Cold was an easy way to numb the mind, making it easier to prod at and begin to take apart. But that required a victim, which was something he didn't have in his darkened shelter.
And luckily, with the cold wind came a faint trace of wolf.
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It's okay, let it go. Don't you want to be free?
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Черный чертовски." He swore, easily sliding into the native language of his northern homeland. Stretching his muscles slowly and slightly painfully, he casts another glance over the smaller rivulets that the original splits into, mohogany eyes flashing. The Russian then slid out of the shadows, sunlight shining off his black fur and giving it a blue sheen. The new exposure to light also accentuated the thousands of scars riddled across his body, and especially his "favorite three". The two deepest that formed a large X across his chest, and the smaller, but no less noticeable one that curved around his right eye, making a C of sorts.
And though he was small in size, all of these characteristics plus the back light made him look rather mysterious and intimidating.
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Where are all of your excuses now, little one?
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Then he saw him, a white brute quickly making his way Across the opposite end of the feild. Netvarkai's thoughts traveled quickly back to his memories of Ivan, the other Russian who looked much the same as that random passerby. He had been his first mental experiment, and the first one he'd ever driven out of his mind. But that was an extreme case which involved revenge and whatnot. Besides, killing everyone you ever knew and loved can do that to an innocent mind. Well, at least he wasn't so foolishly gullible anymore... And even a broken toy can still be fun if you adjust the games you play.
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It's so easy, Let them go!
Turn yourself into ME!
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But as the wolf before him disappeared into the woods again, the raven brute could see the raw power in flashing in Ivan's violet eyes as if it were yesterday when he sent him after his father. It was impressive, really, and a sly smile made its way to Netvarkai's maw.
He wondered what kind of wolf would approach him to today, and just how protected his mind would be. Perhaps it was already someone insane, as those were always fun too, but today he wanted someone smart. Someone who could figure out what he was doing, but not be able to do a thing about it.
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Welcome to chaos!
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Translations:
Note: Russian I don't feel like translating will be in actual Russian characters. Like Netva swearing. But anything in anglicized Russian, I'll put a translation for down at the bottom of the post.
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