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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 15, 2013 18:20:57 GMT -5
"D-don't kill me, please! I don't want to die..."
Fang laughed at the plea, loving the helplessness trickling through the wounded demigod's voice. Blood dripped slowly from the tip of his pristine snowy blade, matching the color of the single ruby glinting evilly on the hilt of the sword. "Oh, you humans. Demigods and mortals alike, so desperate when it comes to death. It is in this way that you are flawed and such wasted potential! You would be so much more fun if you were immortal!" The vixen grinned his sly grin, cleaning his blade on the sweater of the already-shivering boy on the ground.
"You messed with me," Fang hissed dangerously, a cruel snarl entering his tone despite his venomous smile, "I don't eat your kind, but that doesn't mean I don't kill your kind for foolishness."
"Please! I mistook you for a monster! I panicke-"
A dull thump silenced the shrill voice quickly and efficiently. The fox withdrew his leg that he had kicked out to snap the demigod's neck. "Hmph, noisy. Don't compare me to those lowlifes in the Subways! I stay there for entertainment." His growl was dangerous. "Hey, you gonna apologize? Huh? What, you're dead already? Useless." Fang scoffed, turning away from the still body and shrunk his blade into the fang of his father, returning it to its place around his neck. With a rather merry whistle disregarding his earlier actions, he strode off, deciding a little walk would be nice...and some company to tease.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 15, 2013 18:45:38 GMT -5
Arcane had been eating out at a local restaurant, having attained a taste for mortal food, rather than the mortals, themselves. He'd just finished and was counting the bills, giving the waitress a small tip for her service, when he caught scent of a demigod. The son of Ladon flashed a smile, before pulling up his hood and walking out the door. Of course, his weapon of choice hung at his side, but was concealed partially by the Mist and partially by Arcane's powers and gait.
Just as he was beginning to draw near, he caught the faint sound of the half-blood's voice. "Please! I mistook you for a monster! I panicke-" then nothing. The sound stopped abruptly, a small crack being heard - a crack Arcane recognized as the snapping of a neck. Someone had beaten him to his prey, not that he minded. So long as the demigod scum was dead, Arcane was happy. His only thought, now, was of curiosity. Did they make it quick and painless for the swine, or did the boy suffer? Arcane hoped for the latter.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 15, 2013 20:16:35 GMT -5
"Geez, he was no fun at all. Picking a fight so randomly and not even making up for it." Fang was just about to exit the alleyway when he caught the scent of someone approaching. His mouth twisted upward in a cruel grin. Ah, yes, he enjoyed meeting monsters here and there. They were the most fun to play around with. No matter how many times you killed them, they kept coming back. It made them stubborn. It made them arrogant. But most of all, it made them foolish. He loved messing around with them. Even the clever ones that were separated from the dull-minded rest could be stupid in face of their weaknesses, and Fang was good at picking out weaknesses.
He came face-to-face with the figure soon enough around the corner. He stood there, unmoving. "Hungry, are you?" he glanced back at the still corpse with heavy distaste, "All yours." He turned back to take in his features, picking out the way he carried himself with confidence, his weapon, and even his clothes. One could gain a lot of information if observant enough. He showed pride, but he looked level-headed, making him not the super arrogant kind. This one was stronger than average and knew it, from what the vixen could tell.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 15, 2013 23:59:32 GMT -5
Arcane - no, he went by Carter, now, leaving his monstrous life in the past. Carter wasn't left wondering for long. Soon, he came in contact with the killer - a being the son of Ladon respected the moment he caught his scent, for the mere fact there was one less half-blood roaming the city because of him. "Actually," he replied, monotonously, looking over the corpse before even taking a glance at the killer, "I just ate."
Eyes focused on the monster in front of him, Carter looked him up and down, taking in every detail. His hair was as crimson as the coat of a red fox, and just as sleek. In fact, his entire being resembled a fox from his sly, mischievous features to his cautious, analyzing demeanor. "And who might you be?" he asked, though unsure as to why. It was unlikely the two would cross paths, again, in the near future - there was no point in formalities. So why, then, did he ask? Carter didn't have the answer, he only awaited one.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 16, 2013 18:53:14 GMT -5
Fang knew that on first encounters, beings of the Greek world understood to be cautious. The monster in front of him was studying him, and he was doing the same. The difference was what they actually saw. The vixen had not seen him around the Subways, but had observed his residing there before. He had also known of Leon's plight and those who had helped him. This one's scent was not of the Subways. Therefore, he had left. He knew that only one monster fit that description, and it was a son of Ladon, a friend to that naive Leon. He had lurked around listening to Kim's goons blab away about their expedition. He was always hiding in the shadows, gathering information.
"Went on quite a trip, didn't you?" Fang asked, bowing as a greeting that had a mocking air, "I am known as Fang, son of the Teumessian Fox." He picked up little scent of demigod blood, and his weapon hadn't been polished, but had been used a lot quite before. In other words, he hadn't killed a demigod in a while. His blade would have had to be cleaned if he had because of the blood. Yet the edge showed signs of frequent use. He had been fighting monsters. It only further proved the fact that he had deduced correct. "You are the son of Ladon?" he asked.
(I have music from Sherlock playing in my head.)
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 16, 2013 23:00:38 GMT -5
Carter was taken aback, surprised at this monster's 'gift' of deduction. Then, as he introduced himself, it all made more sense. A son of the Teumessian Fox - the Vixen. It explained Fang's fox-like features and the mocking air he gave off - as if he was free from consequence. "Arc- Carter," he corrected himself. He'd gone by Carter plenty of times before to come naturally to him if he was attempting to create a guise; however, when introducing himself, truly, the name still sounded strange to him.
"It's dangerous around here, being a son of the Vixen," he stated, flatly. "There's a temperamental daughter of Laelaps running around." So, he wasn't on the best terms with Irissia - they could still stand to be around each other; close enough to be considered friends, though neither were above slandering the other a bit, their personalities didn't exactly mix. A loyal dog doesn't take kindly to a mysterious, potentially dangerous person walking around.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 16, 2013 23:26:11 GMT -5
Fang grinned, watching the son of Ladon with his eerily prescient eyes. He didn't miss the quick, and somewhat fluid way this Carter changed his identity in introduction. He didn't point it out, though. He would find out eventually who he was, and why he had done that. Either he didn't feel comfortable sharing his identity, or he had two and was promoting the other. Fang had run into some monsters doing the latter before. They were less appealing- less interesting. He loved his puzzles, after all.
At the mention of Irissia, his dark scarlet eyes gleamed in menace through his smile. Anyone could tell that he lusted for the opportunity to bring the dog to her knees. When he set someone as his enemy, they were in danger, and the smiling demon masked by this charmingly sly fox did anything but play fair. "Dangerous isn't a kind way to describe it. Miss Jones holds her childish grudges. I may see her as a rival of sorts, but it has nothing to do with our parents. Being spiteful over the past is redundant, is it not? We keep moving forward that way. We revise mistakes." He shrugged, pure logic in his tone. He was actually being genuine speaking of this since it was a part of his nature to see things blandly, in statistics. "You are a friend of hers?" Well, Irissia went on that journey with the deviating son of the Nemean Lion. And if Carter had too, they probably all knew each other.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 17, 2013 16:12:44 GMT -5
Carter let out a brief chuckle at the mention of the past. The past was the very thing he was leaving behind, perhaps he could come to like this Fang. "Me and Irissia? Well, some might call it a friendship, others a rivalry," he replied. "I call it suppressed hatred." While it was true the two had worked together and, at one point, it was very possible for a friendship to arise, Irissia chose not to be able to look passed Carter's hatred of demigods and the gods, no matter how much Carter tried to befriend her. Thus, he'd given up on the possibility. While he was more than willing to work with her, he knew she would not accept him as a friend, so he no longer made the effort. He was content with Leon and Jackie, after all.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 17, 2013 18:38:00 GMT -5
"Irissia," Fang stated blatantly, "is dangerously stubborn. If I did not know better, I would have gone as far as to say it is her fatal flaw. She is naive in only this way. But she has a right to be arrogant. She has the skill to be proud of." A little bit of jealousy could be picked out from Fang's words along with spite.
"She cannot accept that you do not side with the demigods, have I guessed correctly?" he asked Carter knowingly. He did not side with them either, but he had never considered himself a monster. He never ate a human before. The daughter of Laelaps had hated him when they met. It was the first encounter too, and he hadn't done much. In the end, he knew more about her than she knew of him. He had played off of her weaknesses. She was quite tempermental, holding a grudge from her father and his father that he had severed ties with the day he set out on his own.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 18, 2013 16:09:55 GMT -5
Carter nodded in agreement, the trace of a grin apparent on his face, as if it were a symbol of approval. Fang seemed a likeable character... almost. Something about him - perhaps his constant analyzation of his surroundings - that set him off and in his long, complicated life, one thing had always remained certain for Carter: never trust a shifty monster. Especially one with so much knowledge.
"Yes," he replied, confirming Fang's presumption, as if it needed confirmation. "Seeing as you know so much about my life, what's your story?" Carter asked, as if taking no real interest; the question being only a formality. He knew he'd eventually figure it out, anyways, even if it was never directly revealed to him. If Carter was one thing, it was patient. He was well aware his life was endless, dying but always reforming just like his father, the now guardian of the Hesperides. Eventually, secrets would be revealed to him... one way or another.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 18, 2013 22:09:21 GMT -5
Fang presumed that Carter was one of the more intelligent monsters correctly, but he didn't realize that he would actually be quite aware...and careful. He grinned as the son of Ladon asked him for information about himself. The vixen chuckled, finding it interesting that he had at least some sense. It was always dangerous for one-sided knowledge.
"My story?" Fang gave him a look of mock confusion. "I followed the flow of power, much like the gods did. After all, wherever they went, so did the entertainment and fun." He sighed to himself forlornly, "But I do miss good old Greece. Had to leave Athens as soon as the plague hit, though. When a power becomes weak, it will inevitably be absorbed- conquered. And I was right, you know. Didn't take Sparta that long to get them." He looked back over at Carter with a knowing expression. "I am a traveler. There's much to tell, but it's not that important." He waved a hand dismissively.
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 20, 2013 0:22:28 GMT -5
Carter nodded, as a show of his attention. He knew there was much to learn, still, of this character, but he would find nothing simply questioning him. He said he was a traveler so perhaps Fang will do just that - travel. He didn't know why, but this monster struck Carter as dangerous.
Carter slipped his hands into his black jacket pockets, relaxing his shoulders. It seemed as if he were completely comfortable around Fang. "So, you're from Athens, then?" he asked, casually. Already, the dragon was forming an identity for himself, a fitting personality to correspond with that of the vixen's.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 20, 2013 9:10:16 GMT -5
Fang could trace the caution around Carter despite his relaxed stance. A normal ignorant fool would have joined into the conversation, agreeing or disagreeing. Either that or Carter was just quiet. But earlier, he had been quick to change the subject here and there when he spoke up. There was more to him that met the eye. The vixen decided to like this monster. It wasn't everyday that he came across someone he couldn't read.
"Yes," Fang replied with his smooth, silky voice, "The time of Pericles. He was a great leader. And he loved keeping me around. Too bad that Leon kept hanging around. He was a fool for not leaving when I did. And he is still a fool now." He watched Carter, knowing that he was the son of Ladon that had gone out with Irissia and Leon from glancing at his blade and the fact that he didn't deny his statement from earlier about his journey. "Are you friends with him?" His rusty eyes glowed dangerously, waiting for an answer like he was itching for a confrontation.
(Is that okay? Kinda feels a little like powerplay...)
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Post by Carter Velius (Arcane) on Jan 22, 2013 0:29:03 GMT -5
(That's fine! You're character's perceptive, all that knowledge just sorta comes with it.)
Carter nodded - a show of his attention. Then came the question. Of course he was friends with Leon - the lion was the closest friend the son of Ladon has had in centuries - but it would be foolish of him to simply say 'yes'. Instead, he chose his words carefully. "I've helped him out of a few tangles and he's returned the favor. We're too preoccupied with our own needs to be considered close friends, though; it's a big city." The dragon was sure to leave no trace of hesitation, knowing the vixen would most likely pick up on it. While most other monsters were easily manipulated, Fang was different. He was perceptive; cunning. He was a fox.
The dragon wished to know more about this new character, but refrained from rushing to questions. He needed to pace himself if he wanted results, and he wanted results. Carter was much like Fang in some ways: the more he didn't know, the more it bugged him. Knowledge is power and at the moment, Carter was power-hungry.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 22, 2013 20:10:59 GMT -5
Fang took a quick glance at Carter's eyes. The eyes were the most disgusting and useful part of a being. It was the feature that could display the most emotion. It was the feature you could make a connection with. At the same time, one look in the eyes could give away quite some information, like if you gazed closely into Fang's you would find a horrifying devil slumbering somewhere in the rusty depths. He didn't sense anything amiss, and he wasn't close enough to check if his pupils had dilated. It was even more impossible to check his pulse for an early beat signifying deceit. No, Fang would never openly announce his distrust. That was asking for a fight. The vixen assumed Carter was telling the truth. That, or he was quite the liar.
"Ah," Fang nodded, satisfied with the answer given, "I will warn you, Mister Carter, that Leon is dangerous. Not dangerous directly, no, he couldn't even hurt me if he wanted to." The fox paused to laugh jokingly before continuing. "No, there's bad luck about him. His actions are rash, so he tends to hurt those around him as a result. I would watch my step around him if I were you." His teeth glinted as he grinned, pearly white and deadly sharp. Fang was starting to take interest in this monster. He was clever enough to work around words and not lose ground against him. He loved playing these games.
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