Seeking Acceptance

[Fritz]

Date: 21 Dec., 2006 -- 16 Jan, 2007

Characters:

Fenrir, Dobermann
Raven, Bullmastiff (played by Ice)

Summary: Fenrir's acceptance into the Death Stalkers

[Fritz]

(( So, my excuse for this pitiful post taking so long to be completed, is, that certain motive of happiness, known to some as the "winter break" is a concept unknown for me, so I am still being crushed under an outrageous load of homework and work, that I must get done, yesterday. So there, feel pity for me -sigh-))

Huge, rusty gates emerged from the ground; that was it, the entrance to the territory of the Death callers. Fenrir felt a strange sensation before she dared to come close these gates. Their presence was stunning, amazing, majestic, and frightening, at the same time. The dobermann knew of the reputation of these dogs, she wanted to join them because of it, if she formed part of her own enemy, then she would have not to fear it anymore, would she? She thought that she wouldn't, but something inside her just kept saying things like: go away, leave, danger; but she paid no attention to it.

She made up her mind before she even came there; she had been thinking about it all the week, and in her judgment, it was the wisest decision. The Death Callers couldn't be defeated, they had proven so before, and if you can't defeat an enemy, then you should join them, shouldn't you? Fenrir thought she should.

Once she joined the gang, her already twisted personality would twist past redemption, she knew that, but she did not care. She thought, that since she was noble of blood, there was always be a paradise in the other life, regardless of what she did in this one, the purity of her blood warrantees that she would live; and anyway, she did not think that she was doing any bad, for her, there was no mistake, she was just joining the strongest, she did not want to live in perpetual fear like the weak. It was common sense.

Deciding that there was no point in turning back, the female dobermann stared at the point where the rusty gates opened to a sea of mist; that was the territory of the Death Callers, it awaited her, silent as a tomb. "No, not a tomb" She thought, "It is only the veil before the eternal salvation."

Her thoughts seemed to summon some courage from an unknown source, Fenrir, without hesitating, barked, loud and steady; she barked twice for the leader to come forth. This night, she was going to see Raven himself, this night, she was going to stare at death in the face.


Everything was ever so quiet. The night was beautiful. The day was perfect but there was something that wasn't perfect. The Death Stalker's area. Everything was creepy and dying. The strong scent of blood was everywere along with the scent of rotting decomposing lifeless bodies. The place was all foggy and almost nothing was to be seen. The darkness was around this place. Shadows was in every corner at day. When the wind starts blowing hard the large rusty doors squeack madly. It makes one's ear blow up. The place looks so scary and seemed as if it was being haunted. It is being haunted by the dead bodies and the life ones. The devil lived here. This was hell's gates. The demon it self was deep in the darkness were nobody could see him but were he can see you.

In the dark on a dusty matress that was picked out from the devil named Raven was laying on the ground. On top of it was the devil it self. Raven rested his large body on it. He was a bit tired of all those activities. He had freshly killed a mutt. His matress was stained everywere with blood along with his tan coat. His black steel jaws were all stained with the worthless mutts blood. The brute was savoring it's meat and chewing it's bone. Cracking sounds were to be heard in the distance as the brute bit the pieces from the mutt off and chewed the bones. The meat was enough to fill his stomach. The brute was all alone. He knew that tomorrow first thing he will go out and search for members and victims. Those that didn't wanted to obey him needed to pay. And that was death or torchure.

When he was done with eating the mutt's body he grabbed the left overs and dragged it away from his matress. He placed it down for the rats to feast on it. He wasn't that satisfied with the meat. It wasn't rich like the others. The house pets were fat and perfect for killing. They were stupid and afraid of almost everything. They were plain stupid and depended on there humans for survival they were just pets. Being controlled by humans wasn't this brute's dream. He is free and a leader, born leader. He will start this pack and he will be the head that will guide the pack to it's glory. No one can take him down not even the strongest of the world. He will do that nothing will stop him. So first thing tomorrow he will go seek members to join his new pack named 'Death Stalkers'.

As he laid down lazy trying to get some rest for tomorrow he heard something. He growled slightly. A rat ran past by him. His large pads shifting of position in a flick of second. The rat was hit and it ran leaving a small trail of blood behind. It will probably die of the loss of blood. He chuckled slightly of the thought and laid his head back down on his large mitts. His auds perked slightly at hearing something. Raising his dome he heard it again. Coming on to his for pillars he watched the area. There was someone at the gates. A female it was as he scented here scent. Pad after pad he moved forward. The brute walked in a slow pace. It seemed as if a bulldozer was coming to destroy you.

As he arrived at the gates he watched the female. It seemed as if the shadows spitted him out with disgust. The brute walked towards the female. Towering over her slender body he watched her down. His eye contact was of a death glare. He was the demon. As he came to a halt he watched her, staring her down. His tail was held high and his strong large body was held with pride and dominance. He was the leader of this place. What did she want? He would kill her or have some fun with her first then kill her. He stood there staring her down. The brute waited for her to speak but nothing. What was she waiting for? He thought maybe she is shivering in fright.

No one came this close to his territory. His scent was all over the place she must know this. Why was she here? He then decided that it was time to speak. Steel jaws aprted as a deadly loud dominant voice was spilled out brutaly. "What are you doing here?" He said still staring her. He wasn't playing and if she was she would see wich game he will start. A Death game. He didn't think that she was here to join. No one came this close only if they wanted to suicide themselves. Right now it was run or die. If your lucky you will get out without getting badly injured.The brute waited for what she had to say next. If she had anything to say that is.


Raven seemed larger, stronger, and more evil, in person, than how he could ever be portrayed in legends; every pound of his body was true, genuine, 24 kilates of pure evil. Something inside Fenrir was now crying "Panic button! Panic button!" But she did not heed it, she decided to be stubborn. "Raven, my Lord" She said and bowed her head at the mastiff, her usually cunning and poisonous voice now sounded full of admiration and respect "I, am Fenrir. I came here to join the future, I came here to join the Death Callers." She said; Fenrir had made up her mind from weeks ago, and she certainly had found some time for practicing, her performance had been flawless, it sounded like if she truly believed all she had said; thing that wasn’t entirely false, since she had convinced herself, twisted the reality upside down, in a way, that not even herself could tell which way was up and which way was down.

Raven might suspect of her, but he would not be able to point out anything that might have revealed that he was lying to him; of course he could have not pointed anything out, since she wasn’t lying, and thus, there was nothing that could be pointed out. She truly believed that Death Callers were the salvation, they were the future, the safety. And she came there, to save herself, to save herself, and to help them in their cause, with whatever she could; of course she had her ambitions, like becoming a leader, or at least a sub-leader, something like Raven’s second in command. She was dying to have some under her control, but all would come at it’s time, all at it’s time.

Now, she only had to use her charismatic personality to capture Raven’s trust, so she would not end up being turned down; and probably killed. No, she would perform perfectly, and show the mastiff that her heart was truly as black as her pelt. Her hazel brown eyes stared firmly at the brute’s leg, never straying or showing any sign of nervousness, never betraying her. Appearing to be respetuous and reckless was crucial for her to succeed, just a false step, just a mistake, and she could be considered a dead dog. But after all, that insecurity was the price of coming to knock on death’s door; and that was the point exactly, if she managed to get in the house with death’s consent, who was going to take her out? Who else would dare to knock on death’s door?


The Massive brute watched her. His deadly glare watching her with a glint in his eyes. He can defenetly have fun with her and a lot. Torture was one of them. He loved torturing others and making them suffer. His dark chocolate brown optics didn't leave the females image. He stared her down. He wondered if she had the guts to even speak a word. Only the way he looked made some dogs already scared. Then the way he looked made them all run away. The power he had was stronger then any. He was just a king, king of the underworld. The Death Stalkers, that is what he rules. He has quite some lands for himself. He guarded the lands with his flesh. Nothing can come, anyone that tried to trespass will die. And many had already gotten the message. Now he needed members.

It started to get cold and Raven wasn't much of a fan of the cold. But what did he care? He had fat to keep him warm. His hide wasn't fit for this weather but fat was perfect. His auds perked at the females words. So she did had some guts to speak. This amazed him slightly. She must have pulled herself back together. His optics watching her deadly. If she made a wrong step then she will be dead. He didn't wanted mutts that will betrey him. He himself will kill them, slowly limb by limb. Not some moment past that she spoke again. 'Join?' He thought as he watched her. She didn't seem to have a Death Stalkers quality. Maybe she had it but she wasn't showing it. She needed to have the self confidence. The blood lust in her the want to live under his control and the power to kill others. She needed to prove it. If she did then she can join freely.

Massive pads moved slowly. His large body moved to her left. Then to her back and to her right. He started to circle her. Watching every edge of her body. He scented her scent and remembered it. Fenrir was her name. As he walked his jaws parted. He then quickly in the flick of an eye aimed to bite her nose off. It was unexpected. This every dog will get scared. This was just to test her. The power of his jaws was imense. As it closed it left a shaky feeling behind. The way it closed will break something. She would have lost her nose if he bit it. The way his bite was, was one of a strong dog.

He won't let go for anything. Only when he wanted. The brute was one htat loved blood and to see others suffer. He missed her nostrills on purpose. Just to see how she would react. He looked at her still and circled her. He then started to talk. His voice booming over hers. The bass it had in it and the dominance was imense. You have a great future vision of this pack. But you need to prove to me that you are worthy enough to join my crew. He said as he came to a halt when he stopped talking. He stopped before her. His dark brown chocolate optics watched her with the flames of hell burning in them.

He was hell. The members of the pack were angels of death. So will she become if she proves it to him. He knew that he needed members but he didn't wanted a wimp as a member. He waited for her reaction and reply. He wanted to give her a task. And so he did. Come back with a gift that will prove yourself. He said with the same voice. He then turned and walked away. He didn't wanted anything else from her. He knew that she won't attack him. If she did with his strenght he will easily turn the table around and kill her slowly. He didn't tell her what to bring as he thought that she has a brain and she might be able to think of something to bring him back that will prove herself. A dead dog is enough. But there can be worse things. It will judge on what she brings, he might place her a higher rank.


((Can you please use a larger font? I am usually tired when I come here, and the tinyness of the font you use kills my eyes O: yes? Thank you, Ice <3 !))

The female doberman simply remaned there, saying nothing, doing no thing; she looked like a staue. Only her sides moving steadily could diferentiate her from a beautifuly sculped, stone statue. She watched as the paw in which she had previously locked her gaze on, slowly moved out of her sight. A chill ran down her spine as she realized that the huge brute began circling her, but she did nothing, she did not even turn her head to face the beast. Of course, any movement would have revealed nervousment, and she wasn't nervous, but she decided not to think more about the issue, since she knew she was going to get, if she continued to think about it.

Few tense seconds passed, while the male observed evry feature of her sculptural body. In order to avoid panic, she did not even think about it, all she did was to remain still, like a statue, like a gargoyle sitting in a stone pillar in a cathedral far away. Yes, she was a gargoyle, she wasn't there, there was no bull mastiff in her right opening his steel jaws, getting ready to bite her...Wait a second, this was not in the booklet! She quickly locked her gaze to the ground again, her eyes obeyed, but reluctantly; they did not want to ignore the huge beast that wanted to bite her nose off!

"He is just testing you" She thought. And she kept repeating, over and over the same phrase, by the microseconds that the fake bite lasted. Fenrir could not help but moving slightly to the left, grr, her muscles had betrayed her. Now it was evident that she wasn't completely made out of stone, she definitively had some stone in there, but it had room for improvement. After the little incident with the bite, the female again remained completely still, hoping that Raven would overlook the mistake. But deep inside her, she knew that he would not.

She felt inmmensely relieved when the male stopped circling her, and walked in front of her, but she hid her emotions completely. "You have a great future vision of this pack. But you need to prove to me that you are worthy enough to join my crew." Fenrir listened quietly, so, she hadn't done so terrible after all? Well, she was still live and breathing, so she guessed that she had not done so entirely wrong, she felt again relieved, but she did not show it. She then noticed that the brute was waiting for her to say something, so she did, "Yes M'lord" Her voice still had the blind admiration tone that it previously did, but now it showed a bit more of seriety. Sure, she did not want him to believe that she was making fun out of him.

"Come back with a gift that will prove yourself." The brute said, and then he disapeared in the shadows. Come back with a gift that will prove yourself... Fenrir examined every word by separate, what could possibly be considered a good gift by a king of the underworld, like Raven? Something sickening and dead, of course. It did not take long for her to guess it, "It shall be done, master." She said, before she left the area.

Now she had to find something worth of being in Raven's presence. She wondered what kind of dog breed would look better dead.

-Fenrir has left the area.
((Will bring dead thing in this same thread))


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OOC: whee! Double post! x)

Drag, drag, drag. That’s all she did for like four entire hours; her only consolation? A single word said by Raven’s deep voice, “accepted”. That’s all she wanted – for the moment - that’s all for what she had worked so hard, the reason for all that innocent blood to spill. A thirst for power, for strength, and unquenchable thirst. The dobermann smiled when the rusted gate of the park finally came into sight, and the last steps were the easiest, as the sight of the gates seemed to give her strength. They looked so different in the night, Fenrir had never seen them at night before, and the immense difference amazed her; in the night the darkness behind them was incredible, dense, impenetrable. Like a pit with no end. Suddenly, the dragging sound came to a halt; Fenrir let go of the dead dog’s neck scruff and her face gained a disgusted expression when she noticed the awful shampoo taste in her mouth. ”Ack, awful…” She complained aloud, but her voice sounded muttered and distant; because of her throat was hurt thanks to all that screaming. Gajes del oficio.

Now trying to ignore all the annoying little details, she stared thoughtfully at the darkness after the gates. It was so mighty dark in there, the darkness seemed to draw you in. Fenrir walked behind the dead corgi, and then turned to face the gates again, a quick check to see if her fur was in top condition, and then she called ”*Cough*…Master!” She called out loud with as much volume as her sore throat could allow. Her nose wrinkled a bit when she heard the noticeable distortion in her voice, and she wondered… what would Raven think? Was this an offering worthy enough of the king of the underworld? And many questions more. But she let them all unanswered, after all, time would soon answer them all.


Large pads hit the ground very quickly. The brute made his way very fast. The place needed some activity and he needed more members to join his crew of evil. He came to a halt as he looked around the area. He needed something to do. Right now he wanted to go outside and seek some members for him to join. He looked around the area. His optics were of hell. He was hell. He looked around for a moment before he heard something. The place was very cold. The snow fell down very hard and fast. He knew that a storm was coming. He hated the blizzards. He needed to find some shelter. Why he didn't even have enough members for shelters. One is good. He thought as he watched the sky. He then decided to go to who called. The call was familliar and he started to think that it was that femme that he saw. Probably teh one that she said to bring him back a gift.

He looked at the area and then slowly made his way trough the area towards her. He knew that they needed to have patients to get accepted. He didn't have any patients. But little did he care about others and there patient. He sniffed the area and then walked forward. Some minutes after he arrived at the gates. He made his way silently around in the shadows. It seemed as if flaming optics made there way towards you. It makes your heart start beating faster and faster. The large brute made his way slowly and silently towards her. His breath was to be seen now. It looked as if the shadows spitted him out.

He came to a halt and watched the female. Yes it was her. His nose and auds didn't lie to him. He had a great memory. He looked at the dead animal. He then looked at the female. A small animal, a mutt. He growled slightly at her and then spoke. His voice boomed over the area. "What has happened to you? Cat got your tongue? Why a soar throat?" He started asking a lot of questions. He was just trying to make her nervous. He knew that she did something cause no dog comes with a soar throat. He sniffed the dog. The animal seemed to be have trapped over. The brute pawed the animal. His large pads pressing down on the dead's ribs. He then heard it crunch.

He raised a brow at this and lifted his head towards her. He chuckled slightly and raised himself high again. He eyed her down and watched her with his demonic eyes. Raven wasn't stupid nad he knew exactly when it was a road kill. He saw the two bites of her jaws in the animals throat. He didn't say nothing right now. He turned and walked a bit backwards and seated himself down. He looked around and then at her and he spoke. "Start explaining me how you killed him." He sais wanting to hear the truth. He looked at the ground and at his pads. They were freezing. He looked back at her. His breath condensing before him. He waited, he didn't have that much patients.


The dobermann’s fine ears could hear the huge bullmastiff coming closer, and closer; in a rushed pace, by the sound of it. Then, a large silhouette emerged from the shadows, it was him, Raven. Fenrir bowed her head as a respectful greeting to the dark king. Intelligently, she avoided any eye contact by locking her hazel gaze on Raven’s right paw. She then heard him speak, his voice as dark as powerful as himself, ” What has happened to you? Cat got your tongue? Why a soar throat?” Fenrir hesitated for a moment. Was she to answer these questions all directly, had they some sort of trick? Mentally, she repeated the mastiff’s words, before she opened her mouth to speak but she closed it before any word could come out of it.

Her forehead wrinkled with attention, and an evil smile was drawn in her face when she heard that sound, that little sick ‘crack’ of ribs breaking under Raven’s weight. It was like music to her ears. She was almost immediately snapped out of her thoughts by the mighty voice of Raven, who then spoke: ” Start explaining me how you killed him. Fenrir again bowed, it was just a trick to gain time, to quickly think, pick out the words to tell him, decide what parts to tell him and what parts to leave out, but since he wanted to know why did she had a sore throat, as he asked earlier, she decided to tell him the story, complete, exactly as it happened.

”Well…M’lord…Ehem!” Oh no, speaking was too much pain, she better resumed it or something, yes, resume it. She immediately continued: ”You see… I was in the…*cough*… streets, in the middle of the traffic… in the worse hour… *cough, cough* … screaming… oh, so a stupid weakling… like him, would come … to “rescue” me *cough*… Then … I let him believe that he was saving me … and crossed the street with *cough* him. *cough* But something happened … and he never made it to … to the other side.” Fenrir finished her speech with a twisted smile, and she c.ocked her head to stare in dead Mike’s eyes. “He looks a lot better like this” she thought, and then she directed her gaze back to Raven, the smile had vanished, and now a serious expression was in her face. Even though she was shuddering in pain in the inside, thanks to that sore throat, her face remained serious, and almost inexpressive. That probably was the most painful speech she ever gave in her life, but if Raven accepted her among the Death Stalkers, then it would be worth it.

OOC: Wrote this last night, but was unable to post it by some unknown reason


The brute sat there watching the femme. His optics were intimidating just like his whole body. He was like a tank in the way. He felt himself like a tank too. Indistroyable. He loved himself a lot and didn't care much of the others. The only thing that he needed to pay a bit attention was of his pack. He needed them to keep there trust in him and of curse he needs to be able to trust them. Any one betray him they will be killed, before killed tortured. He loved the idea just thinking about it. He then finaly heard her voice. What took her so long? He thought. He then decided that maybe she was taking some time to place the words correctly. He looked at the area for any intruders. He then looked back at the female and then heard her little speech. He chuckled slightly and then got up.

He circled her for a bit and then looked at the dead mutt. He grunted as he came to a halt. He was thinking of what to do with this female. She wasn't the killer. She used the brute and let something else kill it. He sighted and looked around. He then looked at her, watching her hazel optics deeply in them. His burned with pation to hatred. The flames danced in his pupils. He then came with an idea. If she did this once she can do it twice. She can start worknig for a manipulator or something. But he didn't know what else she can do yet. So a normal member would be better. She might have more pep. He didn't know, looks were deceiving. That he knew very well. But on the other hand she can also be afraid to even kill one dog. Then he needs to toughen her up. He will make Mar toughen her up. He knew that Mar was a great dog and he trusted him.

He will be sure to toughen her up in just a second. He then shook the idea from his mind and then started to think for a test. If she can do more then she will get a higher position. He looked at her and the turned. He was now facing the gates of the entrence to the Death Stalkers home. He then turned his head to her and then back at the gates. He then started to walk in the shadows. It seemed as if the shadows ate him. He looked around and then wondered what she will do with the body.

He sighted and then spoke as he walked forward. He didn't turn to her or anything. He just walked away. In the distance his voice was deep and boomed over the place so she must hear it. If she didn't then she will be usless to him and was deaf. "Welcome dear, do anything you wish with the carcass. He said as he walked away." His voice slowly disappeared in thin air. He then went to his resting place. There he would rest for to get energy and for a fresh start tomorrow with the training of Fenrir.


Fenrir’s hazel eyes followed raven, as he went – at a respetuous height- as he circled her, and then he left. “Welcome dear, do anything you wish with the carcass.” Did Raven just call her…dear? Fenrir found the matter really strange and puzzling, but since she was so tired, she decided to let it slip; she stored it in the “stuff to be thought of later” pile, and forgot of it for the time being. She then directed her gaze back at dead Mike, and imagined it still alive. She licked her muzzle and complained ”Ack, Shampoo…” The taste of it was in her mouth, and it was pretty hard to ignore. The shampoo tasted so mighty bad, that she even thought about leaving the corpse lying there, argh, she didn’t want to have to drag it again. But the words of Raven echoed in her mind. Raven wanted her to do something with that carcass, and she didn’t want to disobey, she gave one last look at dead Mike before she continued to drag it – this time, inside the Death Stalker territory.

Well, it might be of some use after all. Think of all the decorative value that a den would gain with one of theses in the entrance. Think of all the “Wows!” that could be squeezed out of that skull. Yeah, this dog’s skeleton was an article worthy of collection: Fenrir Smiled slightly at the thought of having that skeleton at the entrance of her den. Perhaps she could start a collection, and bring back all the skeletons of the weaklings she defeated; so they would sit, like trophies, like warnings for these that were also weak. It was like a sign painted in blood that said “You’re next”. She liked the sound of that, intimidation rituals were her stile. Lost in thoughts, Fenrir disappeared into the shadows.

*Fenrir has left the area, and officially became a Death Stalker

- Fin -