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a tour around hell - Shadow - September 24, 2014
@Vector :P
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"Welcome to your new home, servus" he said, speaking the latin word for slave. He preferred speaking his first language over English any day but he knew none of his packmates knew how to speak it so he would have to settle with English, the common tongue in Teekon Wilds. He knew the barbarian slave probably spoke another language, the language of 'Mother Russia' as he said.
He moved forward towards the direction of Saltus Puniter, the Forest of the Punished where Vector would reside in the slave quarters there with Enya. "Welcome to Saltus Puniter, the Forest of the Punished." he smiled nastily and began moving forward again, sharp rocks pricking at his paws but did not poke through however it might be a different case for Vector.
"What is your name, barbarian?" he said in an amused tone that he had adopted, apparently making someone a slave cheered him up. The towering trees casted dark shadows over the two wolves, one who's pelt gleamed silver, touched by winter's cold while the other had the pelt of autumn, in a submitting posture.
"How do you think you should be punished for stealing my pack's resources, huh, slave? Something extremely painful will work." he smirked coldly, the maniatic glint glowing in his platinum gaze.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - September 24, 2014
Vector had followed the silver wolf, his brain abuzz with scanning every rock, every tree, every grass blade, memorizing them all. He would know this place inside and out, if he was to live there. The dark woods, the sharp rocks that tried to slit his calloused paws, the ominous silence that cling to the air,... The Russian liked it.
His new leader had been talking to him, welcoming him to the land. Then, from the higher pitch of the ending of a sentence, caused the recon to actually listen. Hadrian had asked him for his calling.
"My name is Vector, Master." he replied emotionlessly but added the respect to the sentence.
The two lupines continued farther into the woods, the shadows etching deeper and less light available. The less, the merrier.
"How do you think you should be punished for stealing my pack's resources, huh, slave? Something extremely painful will work."
In truth, Vector knew he didn't touch any of the packs food items. He didn't even pass over the border. When he hunted, he stayed on unclaimed lands. But again, his life had been molded by wolves who forced the right to be wrong in faces of authority.
Vector stayed silent for a second, giving the gray leader the impression that he was thinking about an answer, when he had already had one.
"Whatever you wish to punish me with, Master."
With a twinge of his sadistic side urging him to give the praetor an answer, he added,
"Work would be a good punishment. Hard labor. Very, hard labor."
Vector knew he was setting his own self up, but if the alpha took the bait, there would be a method behind his madness.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - September 24, 2014
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Vector huh. He twisted his head sideway to gaze coldly at his slave, his tail flicking upward as a show of dominance and to remind the slave to keep his tail tight against his underbelly and slouching down or he would find himself bleeding to death. He was not usually cruel but sometimes some things got on his nerves. "Vector.." he said, testing the name out before smirking. "Work would be a good punishment. Hard labor. Very, hard labor." Personally work was something that he did everyday and therefore did not count as punishment in the Roman's mind, instead it was a normal thing to do everyday.
"So you say," he replied with a slight tilt of his head as he made his ways to the slave quarters where he would be resting although he slowed his pace slightly, wishing to linger in Saltus Puniter for a bit more even if he wasn't a punished wolf. He was intelligent and he liked to play with his words and his slaves and captives in that matter. "But that does not involve blood or organs does it?"
He stopped in his path and smirked broadly, the maniatic glint in his eyes glowing brighter than ever as a gust of wind ruffled his fur, he felt the presence of the greatest god in Rome, giving him strength, calmness and ideas before leaving again. He took a deep breath, taking in the remainings of what the god had left behind before turning to the slave again.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - September 24, 2014
At the mention of internal and external punishment, the Russian suppressed a laugh, holding all signs of his amusement within, keeping his emotionless shell outside. Did the Alpha expect him to fear agony, when he had been born from lands that thrived in it?
Glupo.
"Then if you wish to bring suffering upon me, give me whatever suffering you want me to go through. I protest against nothing you have in store for me, Master."
Vector knew if there was to be pain, he would turn it into a benifit for him, and it would be one that would serve him well. He always had, and always would look out for his well being first and foremost, as he disguised it to be for the better of the pack.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - September 27, 2014
"Then if you wish to bring suffering upon me, give me whatever suffering you want me to go through. I protest against nothing you have in store for me, Master."
A dark smile crossed the Praetor's face as he gazed with bright, harsh eyes at Vector before making a decision. "I changed my mind, Vector. I have decided you will not be my slave but a captive for a certain amount of time before I make a final decision about your fate with the senate. Enjoy your time as a captive, its better than the slave quarters at least." he smiled and tilted his head. He didn't supposed Vector would be grateful but he should be, there was a massive difference between slaves and captives although he didn't know if it was a good or bad one. That was up for Vector himself to decide.
He trotted forward and began prodding and sniffing at the other male, dark eyes calculating and analyzing as he scanned the specimen in front of him with cool clear eyes. Wondering if he was a good wolf to become a member of his pack, a servant of the Imperator. He could use a good spy once in a while. But keeping him as a captive would do for now until Jupiter gave him some advice. "Follow me, Vector. I will take you to your quarters for now." a dark smirk crossed his features as he looked at the dark autumn touch male.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - September 27, 2014
"Yes, Praetor. " The sharp and untarnished reply came.
From Barbarian to slave, and from slave to captive. This english land did definitely have unusual customs, pondered the man. But like he should have, he kept his maw closed.
The russian was content in following the Alpha to the captives quarters. Already, he had memorized a large chunk of the land. He would need to know every stick, every boulder, and every blade of grass, if he were ro be successful.
Vector knew he didn't sell himself to one faction, that he did what he knew would keep him alive, and able to remain successful, but he wondered. This sterling man had made a very similar impression that the Russian's homeleaders would have, just a smidge of the mercy there, but close enough. Perhaps this was a pack who he could actually stay in, for the remainder of his time on this earth.
Vivid emeralds scanned the land, ears rotated to catch every little sound, and he listened to the alpha, appropriately.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - September 27, 2014
He trotted forward, sterling gaze occasionally drifting briefly at the barbarian captive, he adopted an indifferent look as he drawled out of the corner of his mouth "So barbarian, where are you from? You do not seem to have come from these lands, neither do I." he grinned. "Although you do seem to be a bit fatter, weaker and less intelligent than the wolves of the Empire I came from. But again, we are more disciplined. Not you."
He paused again as he walked, swiping his tongue in a threatening manner over his gleaming white canines and canting his head in a bird-like manner as he stopped and turned to look at the barbarian captive thoughtfully, awaiting his reply of where he came from. He said something about 'Mother Russia' but he had no idea where that place was, was it an Empire? Much smaller than Rome if it was.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - September 27, 2014
At the insult of his size, Vector restrained himself from scoffing. If this man made the same mistake of disregarding his fur for fat, it would be quite a surprise if the two ever got into a fight.
Vector replied swiftly, as his brain multitasked the process of the vastness of his homeland.
"I hail from a land born of eternal cold, bleak lands only fit for those who survived the brutalities of unending winter. Those who have felt pity and sympathy for themselves were the ones who perished first. "
As they walked and talked, he wondered exactly what land his ruler was from, unable to find an accent in the english speakers voice, and wondered if the grey wolf too, could mask his identity.
Thinking about his home, Vector knew all of russia was not forever embedded in the frost times, and when further south of the land, weather warmed, and could be quite pleasant. But why tell him that? Vector wasn't fond of the warm weather, anyway.
"I was of the Smertonosnyy Pack, a pack that only perished and prospered at the command of Aleksandr, my father."
Vector decided it was decent of him to share a bit of his past life with his new leader, not attempting to accomplish anything, but to share a slice of himself.
"The pack he ruled, the one I lived in, was..death. it ate death. It slept in death. It inhaled, and exhaled death. But flourish with life."
The recon decided he had spoken enough of this land to his Praetor, the platinumed lupine who walked, and he followed. He had stopped talking for the moment, until he was asked to say more.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - October 04, 2014
Hey Xandir, if Vector stays, he'll be released in a week and a half and my laptop will be fixed in a week :D
The silver Praetor listened quietly as the barbarian captive spoke, if he was from these lands so far off. Surely they spoke another language, surely he had an accent hidden in him. So could the barbarian also hide his real identity. That would be truly interesting. They were still a long way off to the Captive's hold so he decided a conversation would be alright. It wasn't like the wolf was going to randomly leap at him and decide to kill him would he? Because that was an extremely bad idea, an extremely bad idea indeed. "I am also from the North." he replied in a soft tone.
He turned to look at the captive with concealed curiosity in his gleaming sterling eyes. "But surely, with your homeland so far off, your pack should have your own language and when someone has their own language, they usually carry an accent but you don't and neither do I. So are you masking it?" he said in a soft tone but a sharp edge, demanding an answer indirectly.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - October 04, 2014
At the admittance of a common spectrum of living, the russian had hope that his leader could have too, been from his homeland. Then, as swiftly as the hope came, his logical mind murdered the infant idea.
If he had been from Mother Russia, at his nearness to the pack borders, therefore not having this conversation.
Unless the Praetor had gotten soft from being in this land of kindness. Vector's brain sneered at the sickening word.
"But surely, with your homeland so far off, your pack should have your own language and when someone has their own language, they usually carry an accent but you don't and neither do I. So are you masking it?"
Damnit.
Though his accentless façade had been burned at the stake, the recon's ears perked at the admittance of the leader too, holding a bit of his home within himself.
The fire pelted man admired that.
"I am. Most take to keeping their eyes out on the unusual, and I rather not be noticed for my differences. I save such for someone that I may care for, one day. If I live to see it."
The man kept his foresty stare ahead, refusing to look at his Alpha, despite the strangeness between the two, diminishing. Respect. It was molded to his core. And he abided by it, thoroughly.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - October 04, 2014
"I am. Most take to keeping their eyes out on the unusual, and I rather not be noticed for my differences. I save such for someone that I may care for, one day. If I live to see it."
"Hmm. Not much can master that though." he said casually as he turned to walk again. "You said something about a place called 'Russia'? I suppose your pack was stationed there was it not? I have never been to a place called that before though, have you ever heard of a place called Rome?" he questioned, a slightly demanding tone now edging his voice. He was merciless, sadistic at times but he cared deeply for his packmates and now if Vector proved his worth, he would be released from captivity soon. Whoever who thought him as soft and kind needed to be taught a lesson, he wasn't kind or soft. He merely cared for his pack mates but there was no exception to his personality.
His father had trained him to be a skilled warrior, merciless, sadistic and most importantly, dishonorable. His teachings did not go down the drain though, the skills he possessed, he supposed were thanks to his father's brutal teachings. But the honor, the sliver of mercy he held was something he taught himself. The caring of his packmates was something he taught himself. And he did not regret it one bit for it made him real, he supposed.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - October 04, 2014
At the mention of Rome, the russian almost froze in his tracks. His leader hailed from Rome? THE Rome? The very empire that had been known throuout the countries for ages?
But he continued walking, only sending his leader a look of heightened respect.
" I hail from Moscow, a brutal sister city of the coldest in Russia. I have heard of Rome, its civilization thriving and surviving. Of which city of Rome do you come from? "
The autumn shielded male kept pace with Hadrian, the man becoming more and more intresting.
Vector knew of Rome. A decent amout. Its vast lands, prosperous ruling, its empire.
But he knew most of all that an empire had rules, decencies, laws.
The wolves of Moscow had no such luxury. You had to grow up assuming what you were doing was what was expected. No fear. No feeling. No mercy. Such trifles lead to death. Just like that of his sister. She had received no warnings for helping a wounded member. No trials. No punishments. The last thing she had recieved was death, delivered from the woman who had once fed her from her own teats. Death.
As much as Vector desired to shudder at his past, the haunting memory that wouldn't release him of its curse, he held onto his mask strongly. He would not prove his new leader, that he was weak. Vector Nikolayev was not weak.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - October 06, 2014
At the mention of Rome, the captive sent him a look of respect as if his origin had affected his whole being. He nearly scoffed at that, proud of being a Roman, yes but it did not determine who he was wholly. "I hail from Moscow, a brutal sister city of the coldest in Russia. I have heard of Rome, its civilization thriving and surviving. Of which city of Rome do you come from?" A cold amused grin spread across his features, "Asking your Praetor questions now are you? Aren't it supposed to be the other way, barbarian Vector?" his words were biting and sharp although his tone had softened slightly. But he really didn't mind answering the captive's question. "I came from the Northern lands of Rome, a place called Aezani Fluvius. Though you probably have not heard of it as it is mostly a small fortress." he shrugged.
That was just the place he came from, the pack itself was buried within the the place and rarely seen the other Romans lingering around the other parts of Aezani Fluvius. Aku never let wolves other than diplomats leave the pack unless it was a full blown war which the wolves of Noctem Vagus usually won. Why? Mercilessness, dishonorably fighting and most of all intensive fighting training for the warriors there.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - October 06, 2014
The russian allowed a short and chipped laugh pass his maw at his leader's retort, the question not filed with the hostile blizzard it once held, though the snows storm still brewed in his words.
The action was one that was a seeming gesture that the fire pelted male felt more comfortable in the presence of his leader, but internally, the recon was not budging.
Let the silver master feel his superiority.
"That sounds very respectable, Praetor. "
Vector pondered on his leader's description of his home, the spy's analytical mind seeing to work a comparison between the two homes.
There were many to be made.
" In Moscow, the pack I resided in were..." snatching swift words of accurate description, "composed of murderers. To Live was another day to fight for another day to live. "
Sending a side glance to his Praetor, he soon cast it back ahead of him, his emeralds landing on the skittering of a startled rabbit, but he made no move to give chase.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - October 08, 2014
It sounded a bit like Noctem Vagus except his father wouldn't really kill his own pack members unless they committed an extreme offense. Usually he just tortured them and well, you would rather die than experience that. To those who got the death sentence, they died especially painfully. "Rome, the Rome I barely saw was civilized, disciplined, governed by laws and rules that kept order. But the pack I came from was led by my father, a brutal, cruel, merciless wolf. Most wolves that were in there would rather die than live. My father...was heartless, he didn't kill wolves but tortured them so much they would much rather just leave this world. For those who do receive a death sentence, its an exceptionally painful death." he paused recalling the memories of the tortured wolves, victims to his father's cruelty.
It was a hard life for all of them, especially the leader's sons. For they were trained extra hard, to be the best of the best. "Everyday, the blood of the members water the meadows. Not spilled by outsiders, but by my father. He was stricter and crueler to his sons, for they have to be the best of the best, if not they were to be beaten up and banished." he smiled crookedly. "Bleeding, battered and injured, they usually don't survive." he concluded.
"Rome is a place that I wish to live in, but not my natal pack." the Praetor said as they walked. He didn't mind sharing this because the information was only the tiniest scrap of what he had experienced.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - October 08, 2014
"It sounds beautiful."
In all reality, Vector had a dark love for the natural ruthlessness of his heritage. Seeing how his ruler too, had experience with such matters, gave the man a bit more ease.
"Do you miss it, sir?"
Vector too, missed his homeland. Just not the bloodlusting, backstabbing family that resided there.
He wished he could return, to feel the chill of the eternal wind, the seemingly unmelting snow, the reassuring night skys. Everything.
A homesick nudged the usually emotionless man's heart.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - October 08, 2014
"It is." he replied softly to Vector's comment about Rome being beautiful, though his next question was unexpected. "Yeah I do," he said simply. "Do you?" he asked. He missed the cold lands, the beautiful hills, the northern rocky mountains, the seas, the plains, everything except for his bloodthirsty, maniatic, dishonorable father. His siblings, god, he missed them so much. Scipio, Valerius, Lucius, Octavian, Aemilia and so much more.
But none of his internal emotions showed through his icy exterior as he continued walking towards the captives hold. Caches of food had been prepared inside, a cave burrow with water dripping down from the side. Anything needed to live was prepared. But they still had a bit of land to cover before arriving. It seems that both of them, captive barbarian and Roman Praetor both had horrible histories.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - October 08, 2014
"Same here. " , he replied to the mirrored question, his voice a bit softer from the buffet of memories that threatened to break his stone demeanor.
But he held, and his determination did not waver.
Vector knew his home was still a nest of savages, thpugh disciplined, they were. They were disciplined in the arts of savagery. The demise of such was inevitable, but his father had proved him wrong by keeping the obedient lupines under control, and seemingly with ease.
The russian kept walking, his maw shut, finding silence more comforting than the harsh effect of memories buried within words. He however, kept his auds open, and his tongue alert, incase his leader asked any other questions.
RE: a tour around hell - Shadow - October 09, 2014
Fade?
Silence wreathed itself around the two northern warriors as they trotted forward through the forest of the punished, one a barbarian captive, the other, a Roman, child of the gods and descendant of Jupiter. Silver eyes drifted briefly over to the captive, "So what brought you here to Teekon Wilds huh? Your home seemed....comfy." he smirked faintly at the last words, merely joking though he was really curious why a creature of the harsh northern lands decided to journey here to the softer southern ones.
He himself missed the North with an abnormal longing but he had managed to block the feeling over the months he had been here and it was slowly working before the captive came.
RE: a tour around hell - Vector - October 09, 2014
Quote: Definitely. This was a lot longer than expected. Good thread, Will.
The pair of lupines had seemed to arrive to a noticeably different part of the woods, a section of land that held no bright and happy rich lands that the rest of the Bypass held. It also seemed to be closed off, some sort of hold.
His new home.
With a no emotion ebbing to his redish orange and black hued face, the russian stopped, and turned to his escort.
"I left because I had to escape assassination by my family. "
The recon dryly laughed, a short sound that held no sliver of happiness in it, only an abyss of hatred, the one emotion he felt comfortable with showing his leader.
"It's funny how enemies can't get as close to you as family, but family are the ones who are the swiftest to murder you. "
A foreboding look came upon his fierce green eyes, and then he turned to look between his new cage and the man who brought him there, replacing the brief emotions with the emotionless mask he wore so well, but only to halfway place it upon his face.
There would be no reason to put it back on. One who knew so well what the other's past wrought, he would have no trouble seeing past such s flimsy thing as an illusion. He and Shadow now had an unbreakable understanding.
"Is there anything else you need, Praetor? "