Where Shadows Play with Light [Hellfire]

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It happens like this. Sermon could feel a twitch in his eye. Church. Church usually came after a series of tics, and he usually didn't stay very long, but the times he did, he seemed to last forever and days would pass before Sermon would get control again. And then, he's feel his muscles sore and his brain frazzled. Church didn't do good things to his body. Too much anxiety. But Sermon wasn't going to complain. The shy, rather young, gay wolf was one of the better personalities. Not as reckless as Preacher or as trouble-seeking as Pulpit or as expressive as Advent. He was a meek, creative wolf when he wasn't hold up and pissing himself in a den, from what others said of him.

A feeling of paranoia snatched Sermon and he swiped sideways at the earth in front of him. He took a sharp breath and felt himself disappear. It was a bit like how he imagined drowning to be: sinking into a dark abyss. When Church took over, the wolf's body slumped. He panicked. He felt like he wasn't breathing enough. His green eyes widened so that the whites made crescents around the edge. The brown wolf shivered where he stood and peered around himself. Clues, he needed to make sure that he had something to go on. Step one, look down. Oh, so there is something. Somehow, as Sermon had managed to put a horizontal stripe in the earth in front of him. That meant there was nothing to worry about.

At least when Sermon was about. The messages sometimes ended up as lies since Church had a wider spectrum of things that worried him. And to Sermon and the others, Church gave a lot of false positives. A lot of dangerous situations that turned out to be nothing. Okay, he needed to get his bearings. He was focusing too much in his head again. The shy wolf tended to do that. A lot.

He looked around in the dappled afternoon light. Okay, there were trees. He squinted his eyes to look past the trees. And buildings. Ominous looking buildings, a dead city. He turned his eyes behind him. Water. A river. He remembers this place, maybe. He gulped. He had nightmares about this place. Things that lurked in the corners of brick and mortar buildings. Monsters in the decayed asphalt. Ghosts of humans and other wolves that had fallen victim here. Church knew the stories.

He whimpered. A horizontal line? Whoever was before him was a liar. But in a world where every truth is out to get him, perhaps lies made the most sense.

Church doesn't usually stick around for too long! I wonder how Hellfire will react to Church.

[Hellfire]

The black lupine stalked the lighter brown wolf from the shadows. He moved deftly, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was a pro, so to say. At home in the shadows, and familiar with all things that were unknown to most others. He didn't normally go around and stalk others from the shadows, however. No, the alpha had better things to do, but something about this wolf intrigued him. Why did he seem as though he was changing right in front of his own optics? Hellfire could feel his brow creasing just a bit before knitting together to show his confusion. He was not unaccustomed to the changing of personalities being that he himself was plagued with the curse. Not only that, but a love of his in the past had been cursed with a demon that made her unpredictable. This was not the time, or place to go into that story. His thoughts drifted off to the Blood Mist for a few moments. The Blood Mist had been a powerful pack that had taught him many things. This was before his own time as Alpha. They had taught him how to battle. How to show no mercy. He had been their best. He had been a bad ass. He wondered fora few moments whatever happened to the wolf he used to be.

A sharp growl lifted from his vocal cords as he shook himself from the clutches of the memory. His gold eyes once again drifted over the male, and he found himself intrigued yet again. Without hesitation, Hellfire broke free of the shadows; the dark corners of the earth seeming to melt away from his form. He was a muscular wolf, one who could hold his own in battle. As he moved swiftly, and purposely toward the male the wings atop his back brushed against each other before stretching wide. His shoulders were aching, but he wasn't about to give in to the want of just laying down. Each paw was placed silently on the ground as he moved intently toward the other male. Surely, he looked like a demon that had crawled out of the pits of the earth. He was colored black, with three separate stripes that started at the base of his nose. There was one in the middle that traveled down the bridge of his nose, between his harks, and down his spinal cored. The two others cut a path across both cheeks before traveling the length of his body.

The most intriguing, and perhaps random thing on his body was the skull placed on one of his shoulders. It was the only one on his body, and was colored red (I believe). The wolf was created for battle. You could tell in the way he moved, and how he held himself. Strapping was seen moving underneath his pitch black coat, working together to propel himself forward. His columns were long, and each paw was large to cause the most damage that was possible. Claws that were sharper than a knife clicked against the ground as he drew nearer. He was lean, but by no means was he the definition of scrawny. No, he was indeed a force to be reckoned with. Once he was finally within ear shot of the other wolf, he allowed his husky lyrics to make a dart from his vocal cords. I've been watching you, friend, and I can't help but wonder--what the hell is wrong with you?

[/b] Hellfire had never been one to be subtle with words. It just wasn't his nature. He stopped short of the male, and allowed himself to roll back to sit on his haunches as he awaited an answer.

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[style=font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; width: 412px; background-color: #282823; padding: 2px 10px; color: #8f9cab;]a little bit of church goes a long way... or gets him into trouble

Church flicked his ears back so low and flat that they hid in his fur-still thick from the cold winter months. His green eyes flickered on the large, black wolf for a second before averting his gaze. His attention seemed to move around, focusing on everything except for the wolf that had dropped unannounced and demanded answers. Church was never good at giving answers. So, what was wrong with him? He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say at first.

Really, this was not the place nor the time to go on and on about what was wrong with the whole him and the others. He had an sinking feeling that perhaps this stranger had seen him start crawling. But really, there was no difference between Sermon and Church, the shy wolf knew that, except for the mind. They were the same, phenotypically and genetically. Perhaps he seemed a bit nervous, but that could easily be explained by the fact that he was, well, a nervous wreck. He could look confident if he would just stretch his neck, tilt his head up, and hold his long tail a bit higher instead of having it coil close to his hind legs like a python wrestling at him. The split second of mental mastication finished and Church knew what words to say, at least he thought he did. His left ear flicked unconsciously, a meaningless tic.

"I'm afraid of everything," he said in a meek voice, weak and a bit high, but not in the way a child spoke. There wasn't the slight dullness in his speech brought about by not being practiced and by a narrow vocabulary as it was to Pulpit. He sounded dim, not in intelligence, but simply in confidence. "That's what's wrong with me." He put emphasis on the word that referred to himself. Although he wanted to fade into the background, cooperate with Sermon, and have his wrong existence just mete out due to his small effect on Sermon's life, he still knew that he was different. Like all the other personalities, they wanted to cleave themselves from the wolf Sermon was, and they stood as different from him, absolutely.

Without much forethought, the brown wolf added in a small voice, "I've other things wrong if you want to know." Church had no social tact. Absentmindedly, he listed all that he thought was wrong, revealing how misanthropic he was--a wolf that didn't understand the craft of social etiquette. He was a true teenager in that regard. He could feel the authority of this wolf, but didn't know how to handle it. "I got this, uh, thing where I do this, uh, twitchy thing." His eye twitched and blinked. "I got more of them, but mostly it's the eye that needs to blink weird." Church sighed and looked away while licking his lips--a gesture of appeasement and submission. "And then I got a wolf spying on me." He paused and then his eyes got wide and quietly, he pleaded, "Don't kill me, sir."

Oh god, don't kill me.

Poor Church. Hahaha.

[Hellfire]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/fopxfq.jpg] The wolf struck Hellfire as a coward from the moment he started to speak. The black wolf stared at him with a look of pure annoyance bouncing around in his optics. "I'm afraid of everything," The lad lacked confidence in every definition of the word. His posture was humble, and he seemed to almost cower from even the light. He seemed intelligent enough to Hellfire. He just wasn't a shining star. He was one of the stars that would hide away forever, and never reveal their true talent. Hellfire felt sickened, and almost pitied the wolf. Almost. Hellfire wasn't the type of wolf to show much kindness to others. "That's what's wrong with me." Slowly, Hellfire was beginning to think this wolf was a mad man in disguise of a cowering little twit that couldn't protect himself from a butterfly! Slowly, the brute nodded, but made no attempt to hide the fact that he thought Church was crazy. "I see."

[/b] He said simply, tilting his handsome crown to the side for a moment. He thought this conversation was over, but the wolf's next comments left his mouth agape.

"I got this, uh, thing where I do this, uh, twitchy thing." Hellfire was amazed. He couldn't decide if the brute before him was nuts, or just completely childish. Hellfire cleared his throat, and answered "That isn't something I would be going around, and telling people because it isn't that big of a deal. Tell me something, and I want you to be honest. Are you insane?"[/b] His words tumbled from his mouth with authority. They weren't concerned, they weren't worried. They were simply there. A tone that said 'You better not fuck with me,' encased the words with deadly toxic. And if that wasn't enough, he was staring at the wolf with deadly intent; his gold optics fierce, and hard.
"And then I got a wolf spying on me." Hellfire watched as the brutes eyes grew wider than a baseball, and then his words tumbled out to plead quietly with the alpha. Slowly, a low growl rumbled deep within the demons check. He stood up, wings slowly extending for a moment.

"Stop your blubbering, you fool! If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already. What's your name, son?"[/b] And by the tone of his voice, it was obvious he expected an answer.

ooc: Lols! Look at Hellfire. xD

"Speech!"


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[style=font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; width: 412px; background-color: #282823; padding: 2px 10px; color: #8f9cab;]hiding in a church is called sanctuary... which he doesn't have, really

Church trembled. He just wanted Hellfire to not kill him. And the way he spoke--with a murderous gaze and pressing for answers--didn't convince Church that he wasn't going to just kill him. The wolf lowered himself to the ground and squeezed his eyes shut. Usually answering in the affirmative made stuff go away.

"I think I'm insane, but I dunno how to tell. Am I insane?" His voice came out in a flurry, speedy and somehow still quite understandable. Church looked to the Alpha male for a second. He was a winged wolf. Big and black and mean, from what he could tell, but he wasn't anything as terrible as a wolf he knew before. A name that stuck on his tongue, and the reason he was so meek and timid. There were still shards of the teenage cockiness, a young wolf still needing to approach his second birthday. However, Church had no body that matched his mind. He had to share with five year old Sermon. He looked away.

But the question if he was insane kept picking at his mind. It touched at a scab that Church did not want to force undone. Because surely, it might reach Sermon's ears. And well, he didn't want Sermon to know. Then there was the whole fact that he himself was simply another personality in the body of this adult male wolf body.

Church knew that he still had to give a name or else he'd make the wolf even more mad. "Church.." he said in a small voice. "Can I please go now?" he said as he shrank back. He looked around Hellfire to try to look like he really needed to leave, that he had an errand. But Church was a terrible liar. "I have to, uh, find…" He looked around to try to get some hints as to what he could say to complete his lie. Finding nothing, he came up with, "I have to find… something."

He walked backwards a few steps before moving toward the dead city. He stopped, to see if this stranger had somehow disappeared as a figment of his imagination. But the further he moved from the wolf, the more calm he felt--though he knew that it would turn out to be dangerous and that he'd probably end up pinned to the dirt, crying and shitting himself in fear. Whether or not that was literal depended on when he last ate.

I'm thinking of switching out of Church next post so that Hells can see another one. Church doesn't usually stay for long

[Hellfire]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/fopxfq.jpg] Something about the wolves blubbering infuriated Hellfire all the more. He didn't know what the hell was going on with this childish brute, but he did know that his anger was reaching it's peak. His fast pace talking caused Hellfire to growl lowly once more; his vocal cords reverberating from deep within his chest. "I think I'm insane, but I dunno how to tell. Am I insane?" Hellfire wanted to know at this moment why he always had to deal with the insane wolves. He took a threatening step forward just to watch him shrink back into the shadows. Hellfire arched an eyebrow wondering why this wolf let him intimidate him. Normally, wolves would try to hide the fact that they were intimidated. This wolf didn't. He shrank to the ground like a frightened child, and stuttered, and tried to come up with a lie. That's what ticked Hellfire off the most. However, Hellfire was mean spirited. He wanted the wolf to feel safe for a few moments before he came flying out of the shadows like a demon from hell. If he couldn't get any straight answers from this wolf then he'd just give him what the wolf expected. His muscles locked, and his gold optics took on a murderous glow before he let out a roar like bark, and in one swift leap he closed in on his prey. His wings helped him gain ground as he deftly pinned him to the ground. His stocky body held him down easily. His lips pulled back for a few moments before he snarled menacingly. "I really hate fuckin' liars."

[/b] The words were little more than a snarl, but you could understand him easily. He glowered down at the sniveling wolf, harks pulled tightly against his crown so he truly did look like a wolf from the pits of hell because that's exactly what he was.

In his past, he had roamed the pits of hell, and had been taught by the best fighters of hell how to kill, steal, and destroy. However, the he-wolf had grown some what soft when he found a new emotion. Love. For you see, wolves of hell didn't know the emotion. There was no love down in the pits of fire. When Hellfire surfaced this new emotion screwed him up, and now his emotions were haywire. It made him all the more dangerous in a way. I'm getting ahead of myself. Now, back to Hellfire, and Church. The brute snarled once more, before inquiring "Anymore surprises I should know about?"[/b]

ooc: -hides from evil demon wolf-

"Speech!"

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[style=font: 11px calibri; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; width: 412px; background-color: #282823; padding: 2px 10px; color: #8f9cab;]a favorite season of the church year is advent

Church moved away edgewise, trying to keep Hellfire within view and hopefully maximizing leaving this place alive. If only he knew that his sharp paranoia made his fears come true more often than not. He was a misanthrope, a rude teenager, disrespectful of authority, a coward, and an artist that shared a body with a few wolves that were a lot more social and considerate than he was. He tried to be polite sometimes, but often, he simply forgot to. This social thing didn't come naturally to him. Church's only friends were wolves that accommodated themselves and understood that sometimes, he would be a rude prick and other times, he'd be a wonderful, passionate teenaged wolf… in the body of a five year old male. It shouldn't have been surprising when the brute pinned him, but it was.

The monster roared, Church swore that he roared, before he leaped from where he stood and closed the ground between them. His paws hit him first on the shoulder, pushing him off balanced. Church didn't stand a chance. His eyes were so wide that the whites seemed to ring his pupils as he was forced to the ground, his long tail lashing at the mud and getting chunks on both their pelages. However, Hellfire held the wolf down and kept his paws on his shoulders, paralyzing his forelegs and pinning him to the ground. This meant I'm going to kill you in the language of wolves. Somehow, Church felt a sense of peace about him. If he was going to die, that was just as good. He surrendered himself. Silently, he begged, Kill me. That seemed the best way to go anyways. It was a violent death. A violent death to go with a violent birth. Then, he felt a giggle his in head. It bubbled out of his throat, a girly giggle. Oh no no no. We are NOT going to die like this. Advent. Vivacious, wonderful, happy Advent.

"Any more surprises I should know about?" Hellfire asked.

Under Hellfire, the terrified face that had just accepted death bent into a coy smile. The wolf fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously. Meanwhile, her tail snaked itself around one of Hellfire's hind legs, not drawing itself tight yet. "Well, see, there's just two things you should know about at this moment." She spoke in a falsetto, trying to force her male voice into a female one. "I'm not the one who got us in this mess. And, whoever you are, you didn't pin my tail down."

Her tail tightened around Hellfire's leg and she pulled it up, rolled sideways, and deftly managed to get out of the brute's pin. She assumed an easily female stance when she stood up. She wagged her tail softly. Her carriage soft and coy. She smiled easily, but it was an honest one that filled her whole face. If it weren't for the junk between her legs, she could have easily passed for a female. "I am not gonna be blaming you for anything, so let's start again. Name's Advent. Folks call me Addie. So, can you please explain what's going on? It's only fair." She tilted her head.

I love Addie. Sorry for escaping the pin. And yeah, Addie knows how to use that tail. It pays not to ask. LOL. Or... maybe it does. If Hells into that sorta thing.