ooc: Do you mind if I join without any intention of being in a pack, etc.? Mephisto is a Naizou and a commononer, thus is tied to the whims of that thread but I'd like to get a feel for him and WW has been pretty slow recently. If you do or if I'm intruding because I know so little about the Forsaken Pack I'll delete this and be on my way. And if not...

bic: This place did, above all other things, remind him of home.

A short ear twitched and fell back again, resting lower than its supposed twin with a clump of fur  and skin hiding the original green with pale grey. The owner of the awkward appendage was a male who matched (if one could describe it that way) his ear’s disarray. Above many parts of the scarred male were extra lumps of flesh regardless of smoothing and preening. Though he was sewn with the precision of a well-made doll, the “thread” was dark and bloodied, each area scabbing and many of the marks staying there with few healed to white underneath matted masses of forest green fur. His coat held an oddly attractive sheen in what light the sky held when robbed of its nighttime eye, and each large paw stepped forward bringing a male who was (in the fashion of a frightened cat) much smaller than his artificial display presented. 

Mephisto was rather stocky--lumpy--a runt by nature and a prince by conviction. Were one to ask him, they would realise he fancied himself the most beautiful creature alive. In typical Naizou fashion, his posture was that of an alpha (far away from his charred, macabre, and beautiful home), his pride in freedom uncensored. A low humming noise rose from his throat to be trapped in his stout, blood-stained muzzle, dancing around sharp fangs as the male walked. Pale gray eyes and a devilishly handsome smile were ruined by a strip of black that ran along his bottom jaw. His tail wagged happily and his most complex addition, a fox-like tail attached to the end of his own, beat against his hindquarters and brushed several major scars on his back healed to skin but no fur. 

He was utterly preoccupied.

Hearts. 

Just the thought made his own give a thump he heard in his ears, the steady pulse followed the beat of the word in his head. It quickened in his excitement, his throat becoming dry but his mouth wet as he opened it, tongue lolling out. His grin was now maniacal, his eyes fixed on the ground with thoughts of the organ. A deep shudder rolled through him as he experienced the chill that his desires left him. The longing, rather than painful, was beautiful. It made the prize more enjoyable, if anything.

The throbbing in his temple dulled the sounds of wings as a creature (pretty, but no match for the extacy he was in), slipped easily overhead. The air smelt of decay and ash, his lungs filled and embraced it... what a beautiful night it was. Suddenly, a sound both irritating and welcoming filled his bell-shaped ear as it twitched to recieve it.

Hello.

The interruption was taken rather smoothly, his face had straightened to a controlled and calm grin. His walking, erratic as his mind, had changed from a tribal swaying to an average trot. His tail held about medium length to keep the fox-like addition from dragging on the ground and getting dirty. Mephisto’s direction switched as the night air swept past him, and it did not take long to find the source of the loud and rather cocky call.

The pair was dark, their eyes made him shift his away as he rubbed his eyes with his paw from the flash. Were he an Eye Naizou, he’d be going insane, but luckily the pleasure was not his. The beasts were large, easily larger than he, which meant he wouldn’t be able to play with them as easily as he usually managed. Their marks, he wondered if they’d glow without their owners. His mouth watered. Mephisto did think, however, that the female was the prettier of the two. Navy and white? Gaudy.

He took a few careful steps forward, his ears slicked back as a small grin plastered on his scarred face. His eyes read as some sort of innocence as his long sewn tail brushed the ground.

“What a lovely pair I so rudely interrupt.” His voice was slow, deep, and held all the charm of a beast. It gave the feel of a warm Southern home, a cheesy reassurance, and a hint of his pleasure looking the two over. “Indeed, I did not expect this wasteland to have any more jewels.”

He was, of course, referring to himself as well.

“But it’s dark in this land. Ashy and unforgiving.” This land smelled of him, faintly, but still. “May I ask what powers manage it so finely?”

Nocturne turned his massive head to the beast that spoke. His crimson eyes viewed him up and down. This was not one of his demons the Atrox thought. Nore was he famalier to him. he knew of every demon in his land and in others. But this one was strange. " I rule these lands drifter by the power of the atrox the king of darkness himself, and the fae standing beside me is my sister feral. What brings you here?" Nocturne kept a steady gaze on the smaller one. There was something about him that made the atrox wary.
Twitching his ear he bared his fangs slightly in a smirk his jet black rune markings starting to take on a dark glow.



Feral seeing her brother wary was amused but then after the angels he should be wary. For the angels could carry guises like no other. She looked at the stranger and smiled prettily. feral knew she was a rare beauty. She padded slowly to the new one and spoke while resting her tail on Nocturnes shoulder which relaxed the king and stopped his glow. " I am feral, Please excuse the atrox times have been hard on everyone since the angels attacked the demon lands. He is just wary. What is your name and from where do you travel?"

Feral watched the new one as did nocturne waiting for the reply that would come.

Atrox? King of Darkness? In his travels Mephisto had heard of one to whom dark creatures were responsible for, but this was not her name. The gray striped ear ticked back in momentary confusion. But yet, it'd be better not to question such a (rightfully) prickly creature. A smooth smile spread across his muzzle as his deep green legs sunk into a playful bow. He looked up with the mocking seriousness of a pup, but his ears fell back and his tail did in his distraction brush the ground. The grin showed no teeth with his lips hiding the way his teeth clicked hungrily inside his jaws, but his charming front would remain intact. It needed to with the massive beasts who were now certainly sizing him up in a similar way that he did with them.

The male paused for a second. Well I certainly hope not! He thought with a little laugh.

Returning the male's smirk with a cheesy grin, his tail nearly curled. His heart thumped wanting to his ears, the low sound made muscles twitch. Fibers burned and his lungs were tight. That beautiful glowing fur looked so pretty, and he felt the desire to peel them off and see if his insides were just as attractive. He gasped slightly as the female addressed him. The sharp intake of air surprised him and snapped him out of his musings. His muzzle responded with a twitch, barely a ghost of a snarl before his pale eyes fixed on her feminine figure, drinking in her curves and beauty quite unabashedly. Mephisto further lowered his head so to look into her eyes meant having his head slightly tilted, nearly brushing the ground. Each eye gave her a soft look as the scarred male gave her the most charming smile he could. Shiny black claws dug into the earth as he gave her a curt nod of his head. "M'lady." He stood up then, turning to the side and taking a few good steps closer, but not directly toward them. He snickered softly as his head lowered again, raising to seek the eyes of the male who was sadly less radiant robbed of his colourful fur. "And my liege."

His tongue ran over his muzzle before he sat and licked his paw to cover his patchwork muzzle and to wipe off what blood still remained. His pace was unhurried, calculating, and full of a warmth that was genuine, if only with his own pleasure. "I am brought here as you said--I drift. My lands are unfortunate, my estranged family senseless." His words drifted smoothly like warm molasses. Carefully. "To escape war, anger, starvation. C'est la vie!" His pink tongue ran slowly over sharp teeth, in his monologue he had done his best to look away and bored while utterly enthralled. "Mephisto is my name, masters, Feral and...?" His brow quirked slightly as his long tail whipped about his feet. This would be fun.

"Nocturne My name is nocturne the atrox , and you can stop looking us over as food mephisto I am not yet robbed of my wisdom I know your kind. Hmm matter fact If I remember correctly your kind and mine were once allies?" The demon king growled low he did not like mephisto and he didnt care anything about him. The king flexed as he took his true form A huge 7 foot wolf huge 20 ft wingspan, and a pair of rams horns potruding his forehead. Spikes leaking with poisen broke from his spine rowing down his back. Nocturne sighed happily it felt good to be in his true form. He was tired of holding the basic wolf form. " So feral it is up to you what you would like to do with him. I however would rather play with him the way he looks at you in the way that you are mere food to him." Nocturne's eyes blazed.

Feral seeing her brother take his true form also took hers. Her true form was even more gracefull and beautiful then her wolf form. She also stood 7 ft tall and her winspan was slightly smaller than her brothers. From her forehead there now was a Solid gold stone a stone of ancient power. her own ram horns were smaller than Nocturnes but just as impressive. It was a relieve to her for she had not taken her true form in so long. "Nocturne back away from Mephisto he may be viewing us as food but he does not know our powers and what we truly are, Now mephisto it is nice meeting you but we would rather you not looking us over as food." Smiling showing fangs dripping with the same venom that dripped from Nocturnes spikes. The two ancient demons watched the newcomer slowly.
Finally feral spoke again " You are welcome to stay here to gain your rest and are welcome to the food that we do have roaming these lands but tread in our path the wrong way we will kill you." After speaking these words Feral playfully ran her tail along mephistos body in a flirtful mood. Winking the she demon padded a little ways away. Leaving her brother and mephisto by themselves.

Lungs inhaled quickly, giving way to light surprise as pale gray eyes widened for a fraction of a second before returning to their usual position. There was a slight moment of fear that rushed through him, a second of worrying about his abilities and his penchant for biting off more than could reasonably be chewed. A light shiver passed through his body, his pulse responding accurately, his smile twitching wider as his eyes opened happily. The male sat back even further, his hind paws in the air as his tail twitched between his legs. A position of innocence, fear. He was honestly taken away by their beauty, but they were mere assets to further his own.

"Food? I just ate." He pointed his paw at his own chest, long and carefully tended nails pressed into his matted green fur. "Besides, me think of you as food?" His brow rose as he giggled. "I am no cannibal." He had yet to taste the organs of another Naizou, so that was artificially true. "Not even my flawed breed possesses that--" The thought was abandoned to drink in more of their full features, grinning. "No, I was merely marvelling in your beauty, power." It was a partial truth from a mouth that most often spat lies. "'Sides, you're horn-y, just like me!" He lowered his head helpfully, brushing cream coloured ram horns into the ground as his ears slicked back helpfully. Honestly, they were weak illusions, not fit for fighting or sport. The display was more of a liability as the horns found no root in his skull.

"I very grateful, m'lady. A noble form like that is fitting for such a beautiful fea." His tail moved to brush hers gently as he smiled at the vixen. Mephisto watched her saunter off, giving him another pleasant view as he gave another shudder. "Mynx." He breathed softly, though he did fix his eyes upon the male again. The male gave him a curious little look as he stood, his tail giving a little curl before it resumed its spot brushing his ankles as he gave a little yawn. The male tried not to look excited at their time alone, but he also knew to be cautious. The female was obviously the calmer of the two. He looked up at the male who dwarfed him in every way, deaf to anything but the male and the thumping in his ears. "Now, what about playing with me, Nocturne?" He chuckled softly. "I just love games."

Nocturne's laugh started low in his throat and then erupted. His rune markings glowed a deadly gleam as the ancient demon arose within him. "Games mephisto I just love games what kind of game do you speak of Drifter. I see how you admire our power it is not be be admired however for a being such as yourself could never control the ancient powers that we hold." evil slid off of every word that Nocturne spoke his rune markings pulsating with dark power that not even he at times could control."However My sister Feral you should stay away from though she may make it seem like she like you and she's flirting but really she's only playing a game . a game thats quite deadly at least on your part."

Feral shook her head as she watched the two males. Sighing she padded back over stepping between the two. "Really boys can't you two play nice while I'm away." She mocked in a sweet voice wagging her tail amused. " Dont misjudge us mephisto we hold a ancient power that your kind couldnt even begin to understand, I suggest you quit having those thoughts about us in your head. I know what you are thinking mephisto so please do not sit there and think I do not as for me being horny or flirting with you. It's only for my amusment that I do so Understood?" Feral smirked statisfied but still stood between the two males waiting for the next move.

Nocturne snorted at his sisters comments and backed off but still stood alert just in case mephisto wanted to continue this show down. The atrox wanted to release his power on mephisto just to see him suffer.

Mephisto internally snarled, clicking his teeth together as one brewed in his chest without being allowed release. The thudding in his ears made quite sure his delicious mood wasn't ruined entirely, but his ears pressed back into the horns sewn carefully on his skull. The male's muzzle wrinkled in disdain for a moment before his eyes squeezed shut and a smug yet irritated grin gave lighter appearance to his irritation. The male stood, his back held high with his head low and eyes fixed upon Nocturne. The position was entirely defensive, but not unwarranted. He gave a small laugh, raising his tail and turning, taking a few steps away before looking over his shoulder and addressing the giant male. "Admiration and desire are two different things, m'lord. And your perceptions of my interests in your sister are not my issue... unless the reason you have them is interesting."

The male's brow raised as did his grin with the return of the female. She had an affinity for games in a similar way that he did, and he was far more confident in his safety around her. However, as she spoke her words proved to be abrasive and uninteresting. The dull throbbing in his head echoed within his ears. Breathing shallow breaths, occasional slow intakes shock regular patterns. The heart slows. A sick feeling presses his descending stomach, a juxtaposition that makes further breathing even less predictable. Pain behind the eyes is light, the ebbing pressure breathes thoughts to him. This inane, irrelevant chat was a forgotten requirement, an annoying prelude to his real show with the more difficult.

Distance, M'dear, makes the heart grow fonder.

This type of hunting, the difficult, one said was more worth it in the end. The tongue stumbles over curses feeling thick in the mouth. Practice untied it. "I cannot make friends today, it seems. I meet two inspiring masters who encourage me not to think." His words were slow, seeking pity yet playful. He sunk down with his hindquarters raised. "Am I not to breathe either? To feel? You cannot read my mind, miss, so please accuse me of no treason or desire to do so." The male spoke to the beat of his pulse. Physically, there was nothing besides that constant beat but the psychosomatic symptoms were dizzying. His joy grew like fire with paper kindling with potential to die just as quickly, but not without chance of residue.

"I would roll on my back for you two, were I not worried that afterwards I'd make an unsuitable display for such royalty."

Nocturne snorted. He lost interest in Mephisto. " I have no interest in you I can find much better things to do than waste my hostility on you Mephisto." Nocturne turned towards Feral and addressed her " Feral you may choose to stay and entertain Mephisto if you wish I however will move along I need to search for others."


Feral nodded at her brother and replied , "Very well Nocturne I will stay for awhile and amuse myself, I will join you at a later time stay safe my king." Turning Back to Mephisto " Mephisto what is it you want here?, Do you not have a land of your own?" Feral watched Mephisto with great ineterest it was something about him that caught her attention. As for her flirteness she had earlier it was now gone. She was getting annoyed and an Annoyed High Rank Demon Female was a very dangerous enemy to have.

Nocturne leaped to the sky his wings taking him higher he looked down to give Mephisto and Feral one more glance. He smirked Feral had a secret power that no one knew off he only hoped Mephisto wouldnt activate that power. He knew that Feral would be fine. She was A high rank demoness while he was The atrox. He flew off over the lands.

Feral smiled at Mephisto and sat on her haunches flicking her tail as she watched him.

Mephisto shut pale gray eyes in order to roll them, his ears hugging his skull as he fought the urge to laugh at the large male. Though fear was what most would've felt (and reasonably so), the addictive cocktail of adrenaline was one he'd become accustom to. His anxiousness fueled the thudding in his ears, the surprising blankness in his mind as he was granted more of what he assumed would be fleeting alone time with one of the siblings. The brute only focused on Nocturne as he managed to defy gravity and get that hulking body airborne. It was interesting and the male sat, his two-part tail thumping the ground with a slow beat that bounced between his ears incessantly .

Her question also entered and he looked for a moment, calm, her cool manner exciting his toward her brother. She fell in interest, though her grin salvaged some of his attention. The scarred male returned it, grinning toothily. "What anyone wants... food, shelter, good company." He gave a particular smirk as he looked in her direction before looking up at the sky, Nocturne's silhouette completely vanished from his line of sight.

"And though I know I exude qualities of royalty, the pleasure has not been mine." The land of the Naizou felt more a reluctant loyalty and chore than anything that was his. That land was a sickly sweet comfort, but an ominous place reeking of ash and death. The male smirked. "This place 's just like home, y'know." If Nocturne knew of his breed, then there was no assuming she did not. He looked around what deserted shell of what had been there before. "Well, with the addition of pleasurable company."

Feral nodded to Mephisto. She knew that sometimes her brother could be a pain towards newcomers. But herself she was alert of Mephisto. Yes she knew of his kind and knew of the dangers that came along with it But yet she was interested in him. Feral had been alone for a long time with no male company besides her brother since the war. She chose that she would accompany Mephisto if only for a short while and only for her curiousity of him. " I shall remain with you for a time, Nocturne will return again and when he does he will want me to join him Untill then I would enjoy your company but only because you peak my interest in you and your personality."
Her auds barely blinked as she spoke to Mephisto her tail held high in the air as she folded her wings to her sides. She cocked her head at him wondering what it would be like to be with someone of his kind. " I wonder Mephisto do you perhaps have a mate or are you alone as I am?"
Her ears twitched amused. Feral knew that she was blunt but that was the way that she had always been. Her mother had gained her father by the same blutness and beauty. Feral knew that usually mates lay in the same species of demon but seeing as the only kind of her left was her brother and she could not pair with him.
Feral turned her head away from Mephisto and her usual fire eyes glazed over with pain. She would give anything in the world for the demons to be alive again. Her clan, home everything was destroyed. Aware that she was showing weakness something that she was taught could not be shown among her kind shook it off and once again her eyes blazed with a eternal fire of wisdom beyond her years.

The female, Feral, she was unlike any other creature he'd met in appearance but she had the female tendency to switch moods with the drop of a pin. Mephisto didn't mind, it suited him just fine. The brute eyed her quickly, ears snapping up as he resumed his grin. The black patch of foreign skin on his lower jaw stretched. Lowering his head as he stood, his tail twitching in a rhythmic pattern behind him. Taking several steps forward, the male switched his focus from his large paws to her. Rounded ears slicked back as he shivered, she was inflating his ego and he drew closer while still keeping reasonable distance. "Indeed, and yours mine. We seem to have a similar affinity for games... fun." He nearly suggested they play one, but it would've been redundant as they clearly were stepping carefully while grinning. Mephisto, at least, was having fun.

He inhaled deeply, drawing some sort of contentment from watching her. Those wings were something he could never have, regardless of what he salvaged. He had not the skill to fumble with nerve endings to any real end but more thick masses of useless flesh. Aesthetics aside, he relished in her appearance and what jealousy tugged at him was drowned in his enjoyment in watching. Her next question surprised him, the thumping in his ears becoming louder. It fit very well with their game--a clever move. "Alas, I wander without that type of pleasurable company." A great deal of his breed was intolerable, and anything outside would have him killed on sight a million times over. Mephisto was not extremely intimate with the pleasantries of a Shredding, and he enjoyed it that way. Yet, his traipsing as it was would probably not be looked upon favourably. "Does your brother not provide good enough company? Or... the right kind?" The suggestion sounded polite, tempered, as such a sensitive question should be.

His attention was hers again as he spoke, made his move, and now awaited hers. Feral's eyes were surprisingly absent, something that made the male slightly indignant as he shook his ruffled pelt. "To be guarded holds safety, yet it also holds another amount of loneliness." He cast yet another look at the area around him, which he assumed that after being decimated it was plenty lonely. "Is he all you've got left?"

Feral listened to Mephisto and heard that indeed he did not have a mate she also heard him ask of her is her brother was all that she had left in this land. She replied with a slightly guarded tone. " Yes my brother and I are all thats Left I suppose and my brother is sometimes a pain to be around especially now that his kingdom has fallen I believe he is slowly going insane, that is why he left to look for others that might've survived, It's strange being the last of our kind."
Ferals auds flickered slightly as she spoke. She wrapped her long tail around her paws and watched Mephisto.

There was a danger about him and she knew that. Now that she was by herself she would have to stay alert. Mephisto though he was not her breed was kind of attrective to her yet to others of her kind they would not be happy with him. Snorting as thoughts ran through her head. What did she care she was always the rogue among her kind anyways. Always doing what she wanted. Her brother didnt mind he knew that I do not want his throne anyway.
Sighing Feral continued to watch Mephisto with ineterest. That he did not have a mate let her play her game more freely. Rising to her paws she padded towards him her tail brushing his flank in a teasing manner.