Cyclone's Arrival.

[Cyclone]

Bright, sapphire eyes pierced through the darkness as Cyclone, the wolf-dog stepped forth. Unlike most dogs and wolves alike, Cyclone had three inch fangs, which hung over his jaws, like the fangs of a saber-tooth would, and were always tipped with the blood of his last meal. Despite his origins, he was larger then most canines his age.

Cyclone was a solitary creature. Mostly living alone unless something or someone caught his interest. And someone did. She was a large, white wolf, with wings. Her name, was OokamiInu, the Wolf-Dog Angel/Demon. (Cyclone doesnt know that OokamiInu is a wolf-dog yet.) His heart ached for her the moment he caught sight of her. But there was one tiny problem.. She was his enemy.

Down by the lake, Cyclone stared into his reflection. He was a big black wolfdog, with fangs that were made especially for sucking the life out of others. He was a vampire. Lifting his head to the night sky, Cyclone stared out, into the moonlight, just as the ocelot had done. His ears folded back, jet black wings following the same gesture. He was being watched, by the very wolf who had sent him here to eliminate OokamiInu: Umbra Mortis.

[OokamiInu]

The young wolf-dog walked the lands again, keeping an eye out for anyone or anything. Something from the underground had gotten her on high alert, and when she means underground, she means, the ones who live in the shadows.

Something about Umbra, her older half sister and what she heard, was not to nice to hear. She heard of another demon wolf-dog, who by chance, was also a vampire, who had been hired by Umbra to kill her. That was the rumor around the udnerground, but she wasn't sure to trust them in the time being.

All she knew, was now to watch her back, and she knew very damn well, what would happen if she stopped. Her crimson orbs searched the lands around her, seieng nothing out of the ordinary for the time being. Only thing that was bad, was the fact she had some wounds from earlier, from the fight she had with Umbra, to keep Snow safe.

If it's one thing, it was the rivalry between those two that just seem to always make her the ref. Probably why she was now having to be more wary of her older half sister for the time being. What choice must one have with someone as the likes of her. She found it stupid she wanted revenge, cause no matter what, it doesn't stop anything, so she finds no point.

The young wolf-dog stopped to a small lake shore, looking at the water. She had not caught scent of Cyclone for the time being, but surely, she if she was ever to meet this wolf-dog/vampire mix, then death sure to be swift to one or the other. She padded up towards the shore, bowing her head to the water, lapping it up.

[Cyclone]

For the time being, Cyclone would remain in the shadows, where he could watch OokamiInu without being noticed. Being that of demon and vampire gave him the advantage of having no unique scent. He inhaled deeply, bringing his nose to the ground, so that he could not and would not be noticed from OokamiInu herself. She was a mighty wolf in his eyes, and despite the very fact that he was raised to eliminate her, Cyclone found himself falling for her.

Her form was beautiful. Absolutely amazing. Cyclone could never figure out how or why Umbra hated such a beauty. He saw no point in revenge; it'd only bring on more hate and pain. He’d lift his dial to the skies, glaring out to the forest behind him, where Umbra would remain hidden. She had come to make sure that he got his job done; to watch the death of her own sister. He turned away, trotting off into the opposite direction of both Umbra and OokamiInu. Dare he stay too long, he’d find himself doing something far beyond what words could explain.

(Eh. Sorry for the shortness.)

[OokamiInu]

The young wolf-dog stopped, her ears twitching slightly to the sounds around her. She lifted her dial, looking around, her red orbs trying to catch sight of something that was not of this place, but it seemed everything was normal. Something was bothering her, as her fur bristled abit at the uneasiness she was feeling. It wasn't that she was sick or anything, just she just had a bad feeling about something, besides what she was told of her sister and this Cyclone person.

OokamiInu laid down by the shoreline of the lake, watching her surroundings. This place was where she was known to be laxed and such, but she still watched the area, her ears still twitching at the sounds. One thing she didn't like about being part demon, was the fact that the hearing was very well, and whenever she heard a suspicious sound, it would make her wary of the surrounding, only to find it, it was nothing, but with how it was now, she has no choice but to be cautious.

She looked back at her reflection at the water, her eyes blinking at the reflection she saw, the moon making her fur seem to glow in the lake's blood. She then heard another sound, looking over to the direction of Cyclone. She stood up quickly, only catching sight of a tail, unless sit was just her imagination. She wandered, if she should pad toward what she just saw, but decided, against it, for the time being. By tomorrow's daylight, she could go searching the lands for her older half sister or Cyclone, to find out what was going on, to get the real story.

She promises that she will not die, not until she had a chance to kill the one who killed her family's pack. Her red orbs once again looked up to the sky, raising her muzzle to the moon. She smirked, her white canines glistening. She slowly closed her eyes, letting out a howl to the goddess, Luna, letting her know, and others, that she was here, and she was not going to die, until she chose to.

[Jesseh]

[Posting as Umbra Mortis]

Ebony colored hues narrowed to slits. What is he doing? Ookami is by the lake, not in the forest. Umbra sat hidden in the darkness, watching over her slave. Cyclone was the complete opposite of Ookami. He was everything she was not, which was the very reason she chose Cyclone to do the job for her, rather then herself. Umbra was suppose to be acting as the bigger, protective sister, while she was supposed to be already in the Snowy Mountains. Her original job was not to deface her sister, but to deface Snowdrift. Kazie had hired the perfect person assassin for the job, too.

Umbra chuckled lowly, wings flexing outward as she took flight, down towards her sister's location. Ookami wanted to know the real story, an' she'd get exactly what she wished for: the real story, straight from her sister's jaws. She landed directly behind her younger half sister, tassle curved upward. This isnt going be pretty. Not in the slightest. She puffed out her chest, sighing deeply. Despite what she'd tell Ookami, she knew that Cyclone would turn on her.

"Ookami.. "

Her voice was deep, almost like death himself. Auds and wings alike folding against her pelt. Would Ookami attack her other half sister because she knew of the plans? Or would Umbra attack and kill her sister right then and there, to displease her slave? Talons brushed the surface as Umbra padded forth. "I'm sure you already know of the plans that I have in store." Umbra chuckled darkly. She dare not say who the plans were for. She knew Ookami would attempt to stop the ones she had for Snowdrift. Dial cocked to the side, ebony hues shimmering against the moonlight. She snorted, nose twitching; Cyclone was watching them. She could feel his hues burning through the back of her skull. This is going to be fun..

[Cyclone]

His bright sapphire eyes narrowed. He'd heard the beautiful howl from Ookami, and he'd seen Umbra's reaction to it. Something's going down tonight. His wings flexed, feathers ruffling with the wind. Within merely seconds, Cyclone sprinted up the side of one of the flexible trees, making it bend upon his weight. Upon coming to the end of the tree, Cycone leapt into the night skies, wings expanding to their full length, and catching him as he sored straight for Umbra and Ookami.

By this time, his eyes were brick red. This was uncommon for most demonic vampire wolves. His eyes only changed this color on rare occasions. He howled out, claws slashing at the air in front of him as he tackled right into the side of his master.

For that moment, he ignored Ookami completely, all of his anger and frustration being focused upon his main target: Umbra Mortis. With his wings pointing directly upward, into the night sky, - a most unusual talent, only mastered by the deadliest of the demonic vampire wolves - he growled deeply.

Cyclone had Umbra pinned down by only a paw, which was at her neck, while the other front paw was extended into the sky, almost as if he were ready to slash at her. Umbra has taught his move to him, so that he could use it against Ookami. While during this state, the victim was helpless. In this case, that victim was Umbra.

He was growling deeply, panting furiously with each breath. His cord-like tassle had all four of Umbra's paws wrapped to the side, so that she could not attack him, no matter what she tried. He hissed, wings quivering slightly. Umbra's prediction had come true. Her slave had turned on her.

He hissed again, and this time he spoke in his native tongue: You will not harm her..

[OokamiInu]

She lowered her muzzle slowly, as her eyes from silts, opened to the world of night that surrounded her form. She turned about, hearing the landing of her older sister behind her. Oh how the scent was so familiar, yet it had death written all over it. Her tail was high, showing she had no fear towards her older sister. Although Umbra may of more experience in the strength she had, but the mind she bore, was nothing to hers.

"Ah...Hello Umbra...what might bring you here...Oh wait..nevermind, I already know, dear Sister."

She watched her carefully, her crimson orbs letting a luminous glow from them, showing she was ready for a fight if one was to happen. Her ears were perked up towards her sister, as she watched her sister step forward to her.

"Be careful with what you do Umbra, you may never know who else might get hurt."

It was already obvious to her about this, for she was involved in such a job before, where it included multiple killings. This was no exception. Anything she took as death for a job, included others, whether they benefited, or not. She then blinked, looking away from her sister, to where the wind currents had seem to change, to the flow of wings in the sky. Her ears perked up, as a black figure came closer to the two.

OokamiInu stood her ground, watching her sister fall to the ground, with another wolf on her. She stared at the black wolf with her crimson eyes, almost losing herself in his eyes. Those eyes were not of a normal wolf, but she figured, he was a mix of something else, by his wings of course.

Ookami knew it would be dangerous to approach one in this form, but it couldn't help to try, besides, he might have just saved her from her own death. She didn't know that this was the one known as Cyclone, due to the fact no description was given of him, but she did not care at this moment.

Stepping forward, the wolf-dog looked straight into the eyes of the one known as Cyclone, making sure to watch what she does and say to him. She turned herself to him, standing in front of both of them, looking down to her sister. She then looked back up to Cyclone, staring at him. She heard what he said, but did not understand it.

"....I do not know who you are..or where you are from..But I thank you. Listen here though..Do not bring death upon this wolf...She will have death brought to her on her own...I highly doubt you would want to start something right?"

[Jesseh]

Ebony hues narrowed to slits. Of course Ookami knew why she was here – Ookami wasn’t the naïve femme she’d thought her to be. Ookami was right about several things; her job would indeed involve multiple killings. “I don’t need to be careful, Ookami…” She hissed under her breath.

But then, right as those words left her jaws, Umbra spotted the flying form of Cyclone heading straight for them. Wings folded back, ears following the same gesture. “Sister, this is goodbye.” She’d snarl, assuming that Cyclone would do his job, and slay Ookami, like the original plan was to be.

But Umbra was wrong, for Cyclone was not coming to slay Ookami – he was coming to protect her. For the first time in her entire lifespan, Umbra had been attacked by one of her very own slaves. He lunged into her with such force that it caused her to fly back a good few feet. And before she had the chance to react, Cyclone’s towering form was over her.

By the color of his eyes, and the tone in his voice, Umbra knew why he had come. He was using her own style against her, and she knew that there was little chance of surviving this attack. She grunted lowly, attempting to lean up, so that she wouldn’t be choking by his death grip – but was to no valid.

She hissed out, speaking in the very same tongue that he had: Who said I was coming to harm her?

[Cyclone]

His crimson hues narrowed, just as Umbra’s ebony ones had done. He’d snarl underneath his breath. His talons, made of rare crimson steel, pierced into Umbra’s skin, cutting right to the bone of her neck. He watched as her blood stained her beautiful white coat. He half snarled, wings folding against his ebony pelt. You know as well as I that actions speak louder then words, my dear. His attention upon Umbra didn’t last long. He had come for the very reason Umbra had: to speak with Ookami.

Banner slashed at the ground; crimson hues flickering up, to meet that of Ookami. He’d listen to her words – they were from that of a Goddess. Wings flexed; folding back and crossing in with his ebony coat. His crimson eyes traveled over her entire frame, - a dark smile crossing in with his features as he did so. She was gorgeous. He did not, however, release his hold of Umbra.

“Ookami…”

He was at a loss for words. Why hadn’t she run off and forgotten about her damned sister? He should of known that she’d have this reaction over him. ’What now? She cant know who I am…not yet.’ Large banner flickered, eventually coming to rest between his legs. He had no real choice, but to retreat; to make her forget about him, and forget about her sister.

He turned back to Umbra, pleased to see that she was finally dying. There was, of course, a large blood pool where the wound was. Her entire neck, chest, and most of her wings were soaked with her own blood. He smirked, tongue rolling across his fangs once more. Despite all the blood Umbra had lost, she was still alive, but not by much. If the bleeding didn’t stop soon, Umbra would die.

Grunting lowly, he reconsidered Ookami’s words. Would she hate him for finishing her off? Did Ookami even know why she was being hunted down? His paws still upon Umbra’s neck, Cyclone removed them quickly – but he wouldn’t stop there. He came here with the intentions to kill to Umbra – and he’d do just that. Without another glance back to Ookami, Cyclone quickly trotted over to Umbra’s side, and glared down at her neck. Her blood looked delicious. He stood there for a moment, before allowing himself to sit behind her.

For a brief moment, Cyclone would continue staring at her; almost as if waiting for her death to come. A dark smile crossed in with his features as he stood, his large frame towering over her. He lowered himself to her, shoving his cold, wet nose into her chest and lapping at the blood; he could feel Umbra quivering at his touch – she knew what he had planned.

Her blood was bitter tasting, almost like that of Man. His long, blood-stain fangs brushed against Umbra’s neck. Without warning, he sunk his fangs down into her neck, right where the wound was made previously. He glared up at Ookami. “This needs to be done. Please forgive me.” And with that, he bit down into her neck and began to suck the life right out of her. He growled with pleasure; loving the taste of her blood. When he was finished, he took her corspe, and flew off, into the darkness of the night.

(Crappy ending. >.<

[OokamiInu]

OokamiInu watched Cyclone silently, seeing that it was already to late to save her own sister. Her half sister that is. The blood seeped to her pads by now, and the blood just made her want to quiver and lap it up for herself. She though, knew very well, this was not to be done, for it was her own siblings blood. Her ears then perked up at her name, staring within his gaze, almost as though they both were communicating with their eyes.

She had many questions behind her eyes, but she knew they would be left unanswered to her. She stood there, backing up abit, giving Cyclone his space with Umbra. She then looked down to her sister's eyes, staring at them, as the life seemed to have been depleting from them. Soon though, that was exactly what would happen to her.

She closed her eyes, after hearing the skin being pierced by fangs once again, taking in the scents of the blood of Umbra into her. It seemed weird, for she couldn't take in the scent of Cyclone, yet of her own sister, she could smell so many varieties of smells. It could be due the fact, her blood was of a normal wolf in a sense, of at the fact her blood was bitter. Oh how she remembered the time she tasted her blood for the first time. It was quite, enjoyable.

"Forgive? Forgive what? Death itself brought upon another? It comes regardless.."

She then had a delayed reaction to his sudden take off, growling lowly at her stupidity of just waiting there. She forced her wings out of her body, blood dripping from them, as she flexed them out, to let the blood fall to Gaia's skin. She took flight to the sky, following the scent of Umbra's blood. There was no way she would let him go, until she was answered her questions.

(Crappy. X.x)

[Cyclone]

We’ve got company. During mid-flight, Cyclone cocked his head over his shoulders, both eyes on the form of the approaching femme. OokamiInu, sister of the Great Black Death. You fool – didn’t you know that she’d follow you? This wouldn’t go smoothly if she’d come to him while he was still air-borne. He was unsure if she’d come to finish him off, or to speak to him. Or both. He hissed beneath his breath, deciding it would be best to land as quick as possible..

And if she wishes to speak to you? What then, Cyclone?

Landing with so much as a grunt, Cyclone shoved Umbra’s rotting corpse into the bushes that rested nearby, his wings silently folding against his ebony coat. Long, cord-like banner slashed at the ground with such force that it brought the roots up from the several dead trees that rested nearby. You need to learn how to control your anger, Cyclone. Claws made of that of the rare crimson stone pierced through the fresh soil of the ground – he loved the feeling of Gaia’s skin beneath his paws.

His fiery gaze flickered between Ookami’s approaching frame, to the dark forest – debating whether to stay, or to flee into the night. If you ever have hopes of ending up by Ookami’s side, you’ve already ruined them. If you stay, she’ll slay you out of revenge, Cyclone. You know this. Would she really? Lowering his gaze, Cyclone stared towards the ground, his now crimson hues catching sight of Umbra’s paws, where the only part of her corpse that could be seen was. They were large, and the once pink pads where now darkened with her own blood. She created you – and you thank her... by killing her. How selfish of you. Ookami will never want to be with you.

Snarling Cyclone quickly kicked Umbra’s paws under the bushes, with the rest of her. He couldn’t stand even looking at her – it brought back the childish memories. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You’ll never learn, Cyclone. She will find her – she knows her sister’s scent. He grunted, bringing his shoulders up to shrug at…himself. He didn’t care if Ookami found the hidden, rotting corpse of her sister. It was the best he could give her right now – after all, they were kin, and she deserved that much for putting up with Umbra for all those years.

Yes, and while Umbra wasn’t too busy plotting against Ookami, and Snowdrift, she was busy creating and training you, Cyclone. You have no importance – Umbra created you herself. Glaring at his paws, he knew it was the truth. He had no purpose but to serve the mighty Black Death, but now that she was dead, Cyclone had no importance. You’ve not only destroyed Umbra’s life, but your own as well.

Cyclone closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. What would happen now? Despite his hidden emotions for her, Cyclone found himself wishing for that she slay him. Xira was right – Ookami would never want to be with him, especially not after this night, and they hadn’t even had the proper chance to meet. Xira was the name of his demonic side – the one that Umbra had created inside his mind. Xira, for now, was his world – for she knew everything.

Cyclone turned, silently moving to lay upon his paws, inches away from where Umbra’s rotting corpse lay hidden in the bushes. He had no choice but to wait for the arrival of OokamiInu..

[OokamiInu]

OokamiInu continued following the scent of her sister through the sky, wondering as to why she couldn't have his scent within her grasp. Though with his language, she figured he was demonic, but she did not understand much of the language itself. The only other mystery she had to fix was the one of his scent, and his quite large canines. She rather not assume much from what she saw, for she knew many creatures could do such a thing.

OokamiInu watched him land down onto Gaia's skin, sighing, hoping this would come out pretty. She wasn't much of a talker, nor a killer, but in this case, she may make an exception. That is, if the killing really is necessary. She landed down a couple of feet away from him, folding up her wings once she had landed. She stared at him, seeing confrontation in his eyes, before he had look to the ground once more, as though wanting an answer.

She padded forward to Cyclone, following the scent of her sister. Something in her just dragged her paws to wards that body of her own sister, no matter how badly their relationship as siblings was. She then stopped in front of Cyclone, staring at his form. Something about him intrigued her, but soon she would find out why. Or hopefully at least.

She then padded passed him, her pelt bushing against his muzzle, almost as if telling him to wait patiently. She would lay her sister to rest in a burial that she could make now. Her muzzle passed the bushes, as her orbs scanned then small hiding area, before allowing herself beside it; proper burial is what she has in her mind.

Soon after, her paws were digging into Gaia's skin one more, digging up a hole for her sister's corpse. She then took in another scent of the body, before exhaling it through her muzzle. She continued digging, but then spoke lowly, enough for him to hear.

"Are you the one known as Cyclone...?"

[Cyclone]

He’d allow her to pass, as the corpse belonged to her, an’ not him. Within the silence, Cyclone would watch Ookami as she would bury her sister, his dark eyes never once leaving Ookami’s beautiful frame. It was a wonder how she could ever be related to the cruel Umbra. But their pelt color was the same, an’ their tones of voice, as well as their scent, were similar – there was no doubt, as it was obvious that Ookami and Umbra were blood relatives – something Cyclone would never have, unless he was to have children.

Upon her question, Cyclone’s eyes diverted away from her beautiful frame, as his eyes often betrayed his emotions. Answer her quickly, or she might become suspicious of you. Snorting, Cyclone’s twin pillars fell upon his skull. What would he tell her..? She would even believe him? How did she know his name, if Umbra hadn’t be alive long enough to speak it? Several questions flooded his mind, an’ makin’ it almost impossible for him to think. Finally finding the courage to face her, Cyclone inhaled deeply.

His eyes gave off that of a mysterious look, as it was unsure to what the brute was feeling, or even thinking. Moving with a low groan, Cyclone stood to face her completely, as it was only respectful. Like you need her respect now? You killed her sister. She hates you. Sighing, Cyclone knew Xira was right, although he still wished to confront Ookami, she deserved that much. Giving a slight nod, Cyclone spoke softly, although loud enough for her to hear.

“Aye.”

Are you sure that was wise? To tell her the truth? Xira was always full of advise. For, she was his inner demon, an’ knew things ahead of time – much like that of someone who could predict the future. His ears flickered with the wind, nostrils taking in the scent of Ookami. He loved the way she smelled; loved the way she looked; loved how graceful she flew. He loved every little thing about her, yet he couldn’t have her, even when she was simply inches away from him. She’d never love you. His tail moved to curl at his sides, as a snake would its prey.

“How do you know of me?”

Although unsure if Ookami would respond, Cyclone questioned her anyway. He knew this was a mistake, as she was the one who should have been asking the questions. Stepping back, Cyclone would allow some distance between them, as she would need her space. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent once more, as it was the only other scent to take in, besides Umbra’s rotting one. His scent seemed to be nonexistent; no matter how many times one would inhale. He loved this; simply loved it. Sitting back down, he sat directly in front of her, an’ not moving a single muscle. He almost looked to be that of a statue.