Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
IP: 75.69.70.40
Posted on September 24, 2013 at 00:09:23 AM by Netvarkai
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"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? + Netvarkai stared boredly over the flowers from where he lounged in the shadows of a crevice in a collection of boulders that sat ominously in the corner of the scorched part of the field. 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 the same, heavy wolf scent from the field, but was also laced with a twinge of something else. Something fruity, but rancid and horribly bitter, but still oddly pleasant. It was Netvarkai's favorite scent. The smell of insanity. It's okay, let it go. Don't you want to be free? + Черный чертовски." He swore gleefully, easily sliding into the native language of his northern homeland. Stretching his muscles slowly and slightly painfully, he casts another glance over the area right where the flowers met scorched, blackened earth, mohogany eyes flashing. The Russian then slid out of the shadows, sunlight shining off his true 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 light coming from behind the boulders made him look rather mysterious and intimidating. Where are all of your excuses now, little one? + Then he saw him, the insane one, yelling at what was nothing to the wolves around him. Netvarkai's thoughts traveled quickly back to his memories of Ivan, the other Russian who, well, wasn't quite as insane as Netvarkai himself. 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 against those bastards that had exiled him, and honestly using the boy as more of a weapon. Besides, killing everyone you ever knew and loved can do that to an innocent mind. Well, at least the poor boy wasn't so foolishly gullible and Annoying anymore... And even a broken toy can still be fun if you adjust the games you play. Oh, SO much Fun. But as the wolf before him quickly looked about, the raven brute could see the raw emotion in his eyes. Netvarkai started towards him immediately, licking his lips slightly. Making already insane wolves worse off made that (not really) small sadistic side of him squeal and jump for joy. "Privet1, comrade." The Russian kept his voice slightly too smooth, almost serpentine as he came up behind the other, not wanting to let the other his new victim trust him right off the bat. Taking apart someone's mind is no fun with getting to know the inner workings of it first, da? It's so easy, Let them go! Turn yourself into ME! + Netvarkai sat calmly behind the other Titan before him. The Russian was about the size of a teenager, but the limp from an incorrectly healed bone that he'd broken in his front right leg had him hunched over, and looking even smaller than usual. And though he didn't notice it, he moved at such an angle towards the other that the slowly sinking sun struck his coat as a striking sapphire blue. He then averted his eyes and pretended to forget the brute, and let a song bubbled gently from his throat. You'll be sorry for what ya done Them gods gonna hurt ya son When you play with a loaded gun When you play with a loaded gun They ain't gonna catch ya when ya fall You'll be pleadin' while you're bleedin' They ain't gonna hear ya son Don't care 'bout what ya done They ain't gonna help ya, son You'll be sorry for what ya done Be sorry for what you done... It was just another old song that his pack used to sing at night to the pups as they went to sleep. But it was a personal favorite, as it taught truths of life to the younger wolves of the world, but it also taunted regret and all its repercussions. He then stopped after feeling the others eyes fall on him, and looked upwards as he lapsed into silence, as if he couldn't remember the rest of the lyrics. But he merely faded into humming the next line or two to wrap up his singing before smiling gently and turning to face the other. "Ah, privet, comrade. Did I... I'm very sorry, but have I spoken to you before? I feel like I just said hello to someone who looked a lot like you just moments ago..." Damn, why did he like lying so much? Admittedly, acting was his forte, but this was ridiculous and it was nearly all he could do to hold back a chuckle at his own character. Netvarkai then looked off the the side and stared intently for a second before deep in thought. No, he couldn't keep up that act... So, now what? A quick decision had him looking right back up at the other with a snort of laughter and an easy, but still obviously too slick smile. "I'll bet that didn't fool you for half a moment, da? I apologize. Name's Netvarkai." Welcome to chaos! + Translations: 1. Privet- a respectful sort of Hello 2. Da- yes OOC: by the way, 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. Also, look up "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown. It's very... Netvarkai generally. And the song he sings is "The Pantheon" from Bastion, which is kinda how I imagine his voice sounding, only with a Russian accent. Sound of Madness- http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zYRvSFdJbSI The Pantheon- http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4s3b5OR2YhE  |
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