((old, had it there, but forgot to post it.))
It had been a very, very busy morning for Rit—she had to prepare a newbie to become the next witch of the Death Stalkers; but not any witch of the Death Stalkers… the next La Vache Qua Rit. La Vache was going to teach her to become as evil and twisted as she was, to have no mercy, no fear, no heart. It was not going to be an easy job, but Rit was more than willing to acomplish this task; there had to be someone as bad, or even worse, than her left tormenting the world when she was gone. All the morning had she spent, preparing the place for the dark ceremony, the initiation ceremony of all the dark witches, the Dark Promise. The last days, Rit had killed double the victims she normally took down; it had all been in preparation, for the ceremony at hand. Piling her own victims in a little mountain of kills, plus stealing all she could, Rit had managed to get quite a collection of moldy canine bones. Many had she killed on her own, and many had her stolen from other Death Stalkers; Fenrir’s private collection of bones had been one of the biggest sources. But should they dare to say anything to she, and soon would they find themselves in her pile of kills, making company to all the those misfortunate ones. Rit had told Sakura, now named Lagoat, that they would meet when the sun was at its highest point that afternoon. Meanwhile, La Vache had been organizing the kills so the ceremony could take place; but now she had finished, and wearing the skull of a great dane as some kind of evil helmet, the black afghan waited for her student to show up. Should she be late, and most likely this teaching was going to be over before it even started. Rit wasn’t in a great mood today—she hated the light, she hated the sun; but she knew that this all was neccesary for the ceremony that was about to take place.
The Dark Promise was supposed to mean Lagoat was stating, in front of the light, of the world, that she now was a witch; that her heart was no longer, that her living propose was to rain death and suffering on those against Raven. That she was one of them. Without a sound, Rit waited for Lagoat's arrival.
Lagoat stood in the forest. After her meeting with La Vache, she had had nothing to do but wait. She looked up at the sky, it was still not the right time. She didn't want to be late though, for La Vache did scare her somewhat. Who knows what that witch could do to her! She could put some curse on her! Lagoat laughed out loud. The small puppy scratched her ear with a hind paw. So what? She was going to become like Rit now, wasn't she?
Lagoat wandered about for a little while, always looking up at the sun to see if it was the right time. After a while, she entered the clearing where La Vache would wait for her. She saw her teacher wearing a skull on her head, and Lagoat gulped nervously. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. She shook her head and strode forewards with a dark expression on her face. You know what they say, the kindest of people make the best killers.
She strode up to Rit and bowed her a little. She couldn't bail out now. But somehow, she wished she had never met this dark witch of a dog. Lagoat growled and the thoughts vanished. If she backed out, things would get ugly! She sat down on her rump, and her gaze lingered on the pile of bones. "I'm here, Mistress Rit. What would you have me do first?"
"Say no word unless intructed to do so." The afghan said, her voice echoung ommniously inisde her skull helmet. "And when you do so, fell it inside you. Just repeating won't do, you have to feel it." Rit said, at the same time as she fetched a skeleton that had a skull of the perfect size for Lagoat to use as helmet. Her search ended with the finding of the full skeleton of a Corgi. Those moldy bones once belang to a good-hearted Corgi named Mike, once she killed him, the dobermann that went by the name of Fenrir hid his corpse on her 'private collection'. From them Rist stole them. La Vache's whitened jaws closed on the Corgi's skull, effortelessly separating it from the rest of the skeleton. Then she attempted to drop it on Lagoat's head. Lifting her head to the sky, the afghan said "It's time. The dark ceremony has begun.". She turned her head towards Lagoat, and staring at her through the Great Dane's empty eyesockets, she gave her the signal to follow, and do as she did. La Vache then began trotting in a strange pony-like pace in a circle around the bone pile. Her strange pace fastened and then slowed, like if it was following the beat of some demented Disco music. In fact, the dance's beat resembled Disco music, a lot. After three laps around the bone pile, the Disco dance stopped in front of the skull pile, in a place where most of the skulls were staring to the front (towards them). "Ah, let darkness guide me!" Rit exclaimed dramatically, making a small pause so Lagoat could repeat. "What needs revealing, darknees? I shall be your eyes!" The afghan said, her voice utterly demented. Once again she made a pause so Lagoat could repeat.
Now she just waited, a couple of seconds, so she could tell Lagoat's reaction to all the skulls piled and staring to the same place. Would she remain firm? Or would she frighten and break? The second meant certain death for the little pup, and the first meant La Vache could pass to the first trial. The first was a quite difficult trial, but nothing in comparison with the next two. Without a word, the demented afghan remained still, like in some sort of trance, waiting for the pup to make her move.
Lagoat nodded obediantly and watched as Rit braught a Corgi skull. Lagoat was a bit weary about putting a dead dog on her head, but she wouldn't back down! The skull dropped onto her small skull. She waited for it to be still before she started to copy what Rit was doing.
Lagoat did her best to try and mimik this strange dance. She speeded up and then slowed. She lifted her paws and swirved to the strange beat of the disco music. Lagoat did not laugh at these strange things, but instead, but her bottom lip and consentrated like nothing before.
She came to a stop in front of a pile of skulls. She shivered, it seemed like they were straing at her. But she looked them straight in there dead, empty sockets. "Ah, let darkness guide me." She paused, waiting for La Vache Qua Rit to go on. "What needs revealing, darknees? I shall be your eyes!" Her puppylike voice made it sound so ridiculous as her small voice echoed in the skull.
Lagoat stood defiantly in front of the skulls, her tiny brow furrowed. When Rit did nothing, she looked up at her with those melt-your-heart-chocolate eyes. It was clear she was going to stay, and she was not afraid. Well. Not much.
Rit smirked at the pup's bravery, but this was impossible to tell because of the skull she was wearing. "Find here the skull of truth, new shadow. All of them are of mixed lineage, except one. Only one is real. Find it." She told Lagoat. Somewhere in the pile of skulls, she had hidden that of a pure-bred pitbull. Inside the pile this was the only skull of a pure-bred dog, all the others were of mutts, and all of the pure-bred skeletons were previously decapitated. "Find it, and place it where the gazes of the dead converge." The black afghan said, giving a step backwards with the intention of watching Lagoat's progress through the trial.
This trial was important, as the new witch was going to need the ability to recognize dogs that were out of her limit to defeat. In what moments it was important to find aid, or so Rit claimed. Without the fancy riddles, all that Lagoat had to do was to find the pitbull skull and place it where all the skulls were looking to. It didn't sound so difficult, right? Not so fast, there was also a Bandog skull in there. It held heavy resemblance with the pitbull skull, since it had some of it in its veins. They still were different though, was Lagoat going to be able to tell them apart?
Lagoat nodded as she listened to her new Mistress. When she had finished, Lagoat looked at the pile of skeletons. She took a deep breath and started to circle. She went around to the back, her nose to the ground.
She rummaged around in the pile of bones. There were many skulls, and she was finding it hard to find the one that was of pure blood. She growled in frustration. She picked up on that she thought was right, and then another one.
She set them down and looked at them both. They both looked exactly the same. They both looked to be pitbull. She put her nose to each one. The one on the right made her shiver and she backed up. She tossed the one on the left in the pile of bones and braught the other to Rit. She was positive this was the pure bred pitbull.
She could feel it. Had Rit not said that she needed to feel it? She felt it in her bones. She placed it where the skulls looked up at them all, and she sat back down, facing the skulls, and sat silent. She was positive she was right. She waited with bated breath to see if she was right... or wrong.
The afghan remained silent and motionless, perhaps to scare Lagoat and make her believe that she made the wrong move. Finally after a time, La Vache's voice broke the ommnious silence, "Very well..." she hissed, by first time approving of Lagoat's progress. She was feeling it, she could see it in her actions. The little pup was at steps of becoming Rit's official apprenice. The afghan walked towards the pure-bred pitbul skull, and turned it with her paw so the skull would now be facing the same way than all the others. "Look beyond." Rit said, turning to face the same way than the skulls. The canine witch then began walking in that direction, her pace slow, expecting Lagoat to follow. Crossing through a few spiny bushes, the afghan soon made it to a pond of some kind. Skeleton and rotten corpses littered its waters; and a lone path of slippery stones seemed to be the only way to cross through it.
"Only she who wears the cursed helmet, may cross the valley of the dead." Rit's voice echoed inside the skull. "Removal of the helmet in mid ceremony would cause the same than the touching of the water, Insta-death." She warned. Her strange riddles this time meant that she had to cross through the pond, jumping from stone to stone, without touching the water, nor losing the skull she wore as helmet. A really tough trial, and just the second
((No much muse. Second day without sleeping. Stereo plugged. Hopefully, neighbor will move to China.))
Lagoat was getting i bit shifty. Had she made the wrong move? She shifted uneasily, but then a sighed of relief escaped her lips and La Vache approved of her choice. Lagoat watched intently, and she thought she could actually feel something watching her, or maybe it was just La Vache getting to her head. As Rit had told her, she never spoke a word, unless told to.
Lagoat was pretty pleased with herself for completeing the first task, and she followed La Vahe on with confidence in her little strider, her head held high. The thorns tore at her thick coat, but Lagoat ignored them. They would heal, not a walk in the flowers to what Rit would do to her if she failed.
The stench of the corpses made her re-coil, but she held her ground. She listened to Rit's riddle, and looked at the water. She nodded slightly, to show she understood. Lagoat was never really good at riddles, but she found that she was getting used to them now, being around this witch of a dog.
Carefully, she put one paw onto one stone. She balanced on it, her tail out and her head held high. She jumped across the water, not making a ripple. She quickly got her balance and stood still. She continued this, but it was hard work, especially with the skull. Her pants could be heard, and her consentration was wavering.
Finally, Lagoat came to the last stone. As she landed, she slipped, and nearly fell in, but she pushed off with her hind leg and landed safely on the other side. Her helmet was a bit wonkey, but it had not come off all the way. A small jerk of her head and it fitted back into place. Let's not try that again, shall we? She thought to herself as she looked back at Rit, wandering if she would accept her performance.
The black afghan watched the pup's performance through her grim helmet. Like a shadow she stood, unmoving, until Lagoat reached the other side of the pond; it was then she abandoned her inmmovile stance. With impressive agility through her age, La Vache ran from rock to rock, not a single drop of green water staining her coat. Once she made it to the last rock, her black figure squashed and then stretched in a Spirit-like jump (but at a much smaller scale, of course) landing right in front of her apprentice.
Then she remained once again inmovile, except for a quick shake of her head, to prevent the skull from falling off. Though her dark hazel eyes were practically invisible, hiding behind the Great Dane Skull's empty eye sockets, her piercing gaze could be felt. She was making Lagoat think that she had failed in something, but once again she was just playing with her.
"Fine." Her voice then echoed.
Without another word, La Vache began walking away from the pup. The afghan walked through some dense bushes, and stopped somewhere near of a somewhat shallow hole. The angle of the skull helmet meant she was looking at the bottom of the hole. At first it was somewhat difficult to see, but there was something moving down there. The Great Dane skull turned to face the way Rit had come from.
"The final trial to she who wants to call herself the wraith's apprentice." A smirk appeared under the skull. "You must end his life." The afghan said, pointing with the skull to the thing in the hole, no longer speaking in riddles. "But it must not be a merciful death. Just tracking and killing is not enough, you have to hate them." Rit hissed, still looking at the ill fated Whipped whose front legs she had ripped in order to turn him into an easy 'practice kill'.
((attempt # 190 to post this thing. /Really/ bad connection.))
OOC// It’s okay.
IC// Lagoat looked up at her mistress as she made her way across the stones without any mistake. Underneath her skull, she had a pained expresion on her face, in her eyes. Had she failed? Lagoat shivered with fear. But she passed. She gave out a small sigh. She hated it when Rit played games with her head. It was scary, she had to admit. She followed Rit without a word, but she was quite angry with her for making her feel like she had failed all the time. Maybe it was part of the test. Maybe it was to see if she would break.
They both stopped, and Lagoat peered down the hole. There was another dog in there. She listened to rit, and there were no riddles. This surprised lagoat a little, but not much. She looked down the hole and nodded. She took a breath and dived down the hole, skull and all. She aimed all her anger at the little dog. It’s yelps were high and shrill with pain. It did fight back, but Lagoat told herself that it was all his fault. It was his fault for al her suffering and for Rit finding her.
She wasn’t merciful. She ripped it to shreds while it was still alive and breathing. When she came out, she was covered in blood, some her own, most not. The white ivory of the skull was stained with blood. She didn’t looked at Rit, but walked up to her and sat next to her, looking at the bloody mess she had dragged out of the hole with her. She wandered what other tests there would be. But she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t Sakura anymore. That part of her was lost forever.
Hmm... Sakura... AHEM! Lagoat, was indeed tougher than what Vache had thought, in fact, she seemed to have some potential. The witch was somewhat surprised, the pup was promising, she had exceeded Rit's expectatives. Uh, but she didn't expect anything from Lagoat, so, um, anything, would have exceeded her expectatives.
Anyway, the evil witch felt somewhat proud of her apprentice. She was so proud, she didn't even bother to set the tension, when the pup came close to her with the bloody mess, her unexistant heart was just touched. Aw, but what a cute bloody mess that was! The afghan simply stared at the mess by one moment, completely proud and touched, like a mother when her daughter made her first work of art. The skull then moved, indicating that La Vache was lifting her gaze.
"You have done your first kill. Now you're at just one more step of becoming one of us." Rit said, her usually cold and harsh voice sounding somewhat softer.
"As the last trial of this ancient ceremony," The black afghan said, raising her head to the dim ray of sunlight above them; her voice rising and rising in volume until it resembled some demented yelling.
"You must promise, in front of all the witnessess," She pointed at the occasional dog corpse with her ivory helmet's hollow nose.
"That you are going to be one of us. That you will be loyal to us, and that you will not fail." Once she said these words, she made a pause, and then the Great Dane's skull turned to face Lagoat.
"I promise, I will be loyal to Rit, to Raven, to the pack, the Elites. That I will grow to become a beast, a beast to rid the world of weakness, a beast that will spare only those that are like us. Legends will be told of my epic deeds, and the weak will tremble upon the mention of my name.
From now on, I'm another, the one known as Sakura is no longer. Lagoat is now my name.
I am a murderer,
A killer,
A savior.
I'll spare only those that deserve to live." Rit spoke her demented speech, trully believing in every single insane word, feeling every single mindless phrase. The afghan made a pause, after each line, for the little pup to repeat. The ceremony was now at seconds of completion.
Oh, Sakura, you don't know in what you've gotten yourself into.
OOC// Sorry this took soo long. my muse just went 'poof' ;;
IC//
Lagoat felt pleased with herself. Rit seemed pleased with her, so Lagoat knew she had done something good. She felt so proud, so loved. She felt so happy that she had pleased Rit. A smile spread across ehr puppy features as she looked up at her mistress. When she spoke, Lagoat felt proud. So proud. rit for a moment felt like Lagoat's mother, only for a second though. he smield proudly at herself.
"I promise, Rit. I'll do whatever you say." She said proudly, her chest puffing out. "I promise, I will be loyal to Rit, to Raven, to the pack, the Elites. That I will grow to become a beast, a beast to rid the world of weakness, a beast that will spare only those that are like us. Legends will be told of my epic deeds, and the weak will tremble upon the mention of my name.
From now on, I'm another, the one known as Sakura is no longer. Lagoat is now my name.
I am a murderer,
A killer,
A savior.
I'll spare only those that deserve to live." Her small voice rang out across the land. She gave a sadistic grin, and then, truely, Sakura was no more. that part of her was no more than a tiny voice at the back of her skull. She gave a saditic smile, her eyes glazed over as she looked at Rit, her tiny white fangs glinted in the light. "What would you have me do first Rit?" She asked, her voice was dark, and she looked less like a pup than ever with ehr blood stained fur. She really did look like a monster. A monster ready to kill.
((Short, extremelly tired.))
A moment after the pup had finished her promise, a hollow 'thud' was heard as the Great Dane skull hit the earth. "You'll no longer need that, you're one of us now." Rit said, her voice returning to normal with the removal of the bone helmet. A rather proud expression was on her dry, hardened face. "Aw, my little gremlin..." The black afghan said, her cold voice no longer so cold, sounding instead rather proud of her pupil. Lagoat was going to be a witch unlike the world had seen; the earth would tremble as announcement to her arrival.
"That was all for today." La Vache said, her smile fading and her voice gaining its usual harshness. "The teachings will continue when the night falls." Se said, winking an eye to Lagoat then disappearing in the bushes.
-- Rit has left the area.
((If you want you can post in Echo's thread
, Lagoat should be following Rit everywhere now ))
- Fin -
