Hymn for the Shameless (Mania, Anyone)

[kinziee]

Darling, close your eyes. I'll take you back to the night of the dinner. I'll take you back to the night where you left and he came. I'll take you right back to our very certain memory. Come reminisce with me, while I sit with your cold body frame. I watch the blood drip from the corners of your mouth. You're icy flesh is lying, your pallid coat is still glowing. Will I ever be able to sleep again? I'm starting to believe what my eyes are seeing now. You're still so beautiful, and yet so morbidly still. My angel, lie to me, and tell me I'm dreaming. Please wake me up, I feel like you will always be, such a tragic part of me.

His eyes awoke to the empty clearing of this richly fertile earth. Traveling for many days, hunting, stealing, killing. For what? For the reprieve that this little demon whom shared his blood still existed in this world. In this life, that he wasn't the only damnation that walked the earth of Adora and Charun. If so, then he would watch over her, like he should have done so long ago. Instead he had left, left nothing but the ache of longing, he left the child to survive on her own. Taken care of by a sick man, a madman, but with no brilliance. She had inherited her own 'sickness', one that may have been caused by his insanity. He's preaching of a darker way, no, of a pathetic way. The coward he was, their father, he was nothing but a sniveling coward. His downfall was of his own being. Hextor however had been just fine, his mother, what of her, her spirit had already long left that precious body. The lungs had already collapsed. It was no used in longing for that. Nostalgia had filled his icy heart, and he wondered what he would have been if he had not left his home. What was done, was done. No turning back. Not like he'd ever do that. He was a monster.

A sick grin plastered on his black kissed lips, his whiskers twitched as fresh dew tickled at his nose. The grass brushing his ebony nose softly, he let a short breath escape his lungs and he refilled them quickly. Everything was so different. From the past two days everything was so different, places he had never been. Wolves he had never met or killed. There shouldn't have been any differences though. They all were filled to the brim with the same delectable blood, the same oozing liquid that almost sent him into frenzies every time. He rose to his feet, perhaps he was awaking to the sound of that noisy bird just a foot ahead standing on a branch of an oak tree. His onyx eyes rolled around in their sockets as he set forth. Giving his coat a shake, the light drizzle and moist atmosphere made him all damp. His alabaster fur trembled ever so slightly as he walked forward. Treading on unknown lands, following the only scent that was familiar to him in all the world. Mania. Where was she? Here, in this maze of vegetation. He blinked softly, his eyes coiling around, catching every detail. Trying to figure out where he should go next, which turn would find him a step closer to his little witch. His ears taped back against his head. The tip of his tail twitched and he moved forward once more. Her scent grew stronger, stinging his nose as he took in her scent from a wide leaf of a bush just ahead. His paws carried him forward, his towering body stood over this bush as he studied it. His head turns to the left and then to the right. His lips muttered nothing but insanity. Sputtering random nonsense that was nothing useful to him or anyone else. Here and there his lips formed insults, but of course, no one was here to hear them. He decided to head right and see what he ran into. After the next thirty minutes had passed he decided to stand there. His claws scraping the earth as he stopped. Halting every motion. His black eyes had a crimson luster, his teeth glinted in the sunlight. His appearance was dark, sinister; the appearance of a murderer.

The depth of a man's soul cannot be measured in a matter of meters and fathoms; but rather it is in my opinion only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in that state that I ushered myself past the town tavern, bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter, and drunken piano playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place. A different man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired at that point would have undoubtedly been drastically different. I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.

With a flick of his ears, his muzzle raised to the sky and he gave out a long and cruel sounding howl to the air. Only hoping she would remember him, he was only hoping his little sister would remember the devilish brother that she had so many years ago. After his howl he brought his muzzle to be at level of straight vision. He smirked and mused from his vocal chords," Peek-a-boo Mania." His eyes seemed to almost narrow into slits.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night and though i will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died. the emptiness will haunt you. this is a nightmare, is my Annabel really gone? My eyes are stung by daylight, I find it hard to breathe, her body teases me as the sun reveals the dawn. The smell of bleed still crawls, I kiss you softly goodbye. It's true, my sweet Child. The monster I've become. Lurking in the shadows. I've become the dark something of nothing. But there, there is something that could possibly be on my level. He has long since been at my side. No, not a mate or consort of some strange type. But kin. I share his blood, for he is two years my senior. My eldest brother. The Skeleton King. As I have not grown a trademark name as such, nothing by Mania. My name. Brings fear to those. But brother, he had for a long time done the same. But he had seccumbed to a female. The worst kind. She broke him, and he became a sore, sad weakling. And I found him, and used his depressed state to my advantage. And I created him once again. I resurrected the Skeletion King with those eyes like endless voids. Caution, do not loose yourself there. You'll never return... Mania laid there, in a small burrow she had begun to dig. It barely fit her massive body inside of it. Her head stuck out of the enterance, and she actually looked.. serene. Something surreal and lovely. An angel in her dreamscape. Her black eyeliner around her eyes had become a line of peace on her face. But what was in the invisable bubble above her head, was a tale untelling itself. A white wolf with black stripes on his front legs and his eyes were blacker than the night. He was walking over a mountaineous landscape. He looked like he was on a mission, too. He was intent on the land before him. And as she came into his view, a beautifully stunning forest grew. And it looked incredibly like her home. Bright flowers, and the green ferns and rich soil. She breathed in the body of this wolf and it even smelt like her home. The wolf walked passed a fern she had passed not long before her nap, and Mania realized it was her home. She blinked and she was taken from this wolf's point of view and into the canopy. And the wolf raised is mouth and howled. Mania jumped, her body convulsed as she was awakened by what she thought was a howl under her head lifted and she felt her ears prick up. She listened tot he mournful call. A sinister, dark howl. A howl that made the hair on her back stand up, as she poked her head up out of the ground. She crawled out of the burrow and shook herself. Her tailed flicked up and back and forth, and she looked like a child for a moment. A extra large child. Mania grinned though, a chessire grin. Her head lifted to the skies, and an equally disturbing, dark but vicious howl echoed into the skies. Her head lowered and she she trotted down a path to the Skeleton King. She knew it was him before she smelt him. Or even before she heard his words. They made her smile. "Oh, Brother, you found me." Her tones were playful, but dark and crazy.

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character count; 621
OUT OF CHARACTer; FINISHED

[kinziee]

It had been some time since I had seen her face. If it had been anything like the one I had known so long ago, it wouldn’t have surprised me. When she showed up in Atlas that sickening disease that was about her. What about that madness? Had she escaped it? No, it had taken control of her mixed gray fur, taken over the nucleus of her being; it had taken over every organ, main artery and the vessels of her body. Then she left again, and what did I leave behind in Atlas? I left nothing, nothing but another mistake. It was okay to make mistakes, but not when I almost made the same one that I had with Annabel. Mania. Where are you? Wherever you are, you know I must be. Why? Because our insanity keeps me sane.

When she found me I was nearly broken in. The fallen angel in chains was almost released. It was too soon, and although I was ashamed I could not hold myself back. Not from the female that stood in front of me, all fours dipped into black coal, and not from her icy blue eyes. For some reason she never found me repulsive, even when she knew that there was also a cannibal in me; one who yearned the sweet metallic taste of blood. Where are you my little demon? Where are you child? It had been a long time before I could speak to you in such a way, because now you are mature, but once, once upon a time, you were a small little hellion. Never truly knowing the right and wrong thing, never knowing if what you were doing was going to get you anywhere. There was a time you looked up to me, and you surely do still; maybe by an inch or two shorter, maybe more. Well, thank you my dear for bringing me back. Fully heightened to reign as I once had. Ha ha. Allow me to introduce myself, Mania, I am the Skeleton King.

Walking along, he could feel the lush grass tickle the crimson pads underneath his paws. The sway of the grass came from the whistling wind that rushed through the trees, and whispered secrets to everything. It seemed as if his eyesight was getting better, the way he could narrow his eyes specifically on things was almost impressive to even him. Then again, when was this specimen not impressive? A jolt stopped Hextor in his tracks. His eyes coiled around the scenery, nothing, no one. He felt violated, spiritually so to speak. If it wasn’t for his good intuition he would have kept going, but he didn’t it was there that he stopped. Decided to wait, for what? For anything else to happen to him other than weird feelings. He felt his brain start to ache, and he wondered if it could have been. His ebony kissed lips pursed together and he felt the saliva run down his throat. His esophagus felt sticky and hot, when was the last time he had been able to take a drink? He narrowed his eyes on a bush, and his gut twisted. Not with fear, but with the prickling sensation that something was near. Something that was relatively of his own characteristics, perhaps something more familiar to the eyes than to the senses. His hollow eyes open to the colorful sensation of flowers, and it stung his eyes. He was used to the darkness of empty spaces, where moss fit low to the ground and to the rocks. He was used to the dark hollows of the oak trees and the filtering light that made him look like an apparition. It was no ache for that place, it wasn’t home. The earth was his home, anywhere and everything in it. It was his for the taking, and nothing could stop him. For now though he felt invaded of privacy. His ears flicked, dismissing the feeling of invasion. His eyes kept staring to the path ahead.

His head cocked to the side and he wondered how long it would take the creature to get here. His tail twisted around him as he waited. Looking like he had planned this well and with precision. As if it were a deal he was about to make. If it had been any other day or time, or any other wolf they would have been on their way. Except this was Hextor, and while games were his pleasure, and torture was a necessity, or rather a sick way of getting delight, he was calm and rather rehearsed. He let his head lift straight back up, aligning his spine, and he listened to the equally chilling howl that attended after his own. A sick smirk lifted onto his muzzle and he waited. Time could have never prepared him for this, no, only a matter of similar situations could have. He could never be too acquaint with just any one wolf. Mania, being an exception. She held a childish look about her, and that smile on her face made the image of a young pup return. Her infant reflection sinking deep into the dark abyss of his eyes. A joker smile lit his features as he took a good look. ” You’re my kin. I’ve always known where you are.” His voice was deep and cold, but humorous as well.

[ROSE]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=FD5509] Fritz had been taking a leisurely nap in the underbrush as she awoke to the sound of scratching in the distance. Actually it wasn't so much a scratch as an annoying yap or buzz of something that you would swat away rather than listen to... but seeing as part of that annoying yipping came from someone Fritz should be paying attention to if she wanted to stay here without any payment, Fritz was forced to listen in on whatever it was. She raised her head slightly as the scent of another wolf came into play. Make that two wolves, the pack head and a he-wolf. Hmmm? So someone decided to join the party? Well then they came at just the right time! All drinks were on the house and the owner of this lovely little abode had finally decided to make things interesting. Not to mention after Fritz's cat nap, she felt more refreshed than ever. She inspected the situation from afar before she decided to move in... wait. She stopped for a moment to think this through. Why should she even bother? It was none of her business nor did she ever feel inclined to help out anyone but herself. Then again, with that nap of hers, she did feel like saying hello and maybe play fight a tad bit. Never once, at least not while she was in a good mood, did she ever fight seriously. It was just her nature. Be a goody two shoes while fully rested and be a complete bitch the moment someone decided they had the guts to wake her up or mess with her while trying to sleep. Sleep was her getaway, her paradise. It just felt so right to be in a place where your mind made all the decisions. You can even catch yourself as you ever begin to walk along the path of a nightmare. In a dream, you have the power to change things to your own liking. The real world wasn't even close to that and it never would be. That's why Fritz had to savor the moments she had in her dreams because once they were gone there was nothing she had left. As Fritz pondered over whether or not she was going to stop and say hi, quite the conversation was going on. It wasn't her intention to eavesdrop, it was their fault for talking so loudly. Brother and sister team? How cute. Now she just had to stop in and introduce herself. The brother wasn't half bad looking either... her mind went blank as a shiver ran down her spine. Something about the way he acted meant he wasn't the friendliest wolf around. Matter of fact, everything about him screamed bad news loud and clear. Too bad those kinds of warnings never stopped her. Whether it was because she was too stubborn, thickheaded, or a little of both, she just didn't listen. It would be one thing if she didn't listen to those warnings for the small things, but she didn't listen for the big, more life threatening, things and that wasn't a good thing for sure. With a spring in her step, Fritz went over to greet mister tall, dark, and dangerously mysterious for herself. She knew it wasn't the brightest idea to come in quietly since that would only be more of a problem for her than anything else so she kicked around some leaves to let the happy couple know that she had decided to butt in. As she came closer, Fritz managed a dazzling smile at the he-wolf and a bit of a tail wag to show that she meant no harm... at least not yet. He was too cute for her to pass off as nothing anyway. She eyed the he-wolf, watching and waiting to see if she felt like playing with him a little or not. No matter how much she might want to tease, taunt, or abuse this new wolf, he was still related to her landowner so she decided to go against it for now. "Hey boss lady and boss lady's..." She began but decided against what she was going to call her brother, "Fine morning to be randomly talking to each other, no? But of course since stalker boy here seems to have 'always known where you are', I guess I couldn't expect much less."

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[syyndrome]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I have learned to live half of a life. Death, dispair, and the sweet beauty of it al. The mourning I see from the dead under me. I can't help you, although my intentions never were to help your poor soul. In fact, this was all just a sick game to me. And it must be so horrifyingly painful to explain to your God how you died. Like in the breakfast club when Andy in the breakfast club was talking about how it must have been humiliating when the victim of his bullying (a sorry boy, whom he had taped his buns together.. buns.. WHAT THE HELL ARE BUNS?!), had to go home and tel his parents what had happened. Andy felt horrible. But that's our difference, I don't feel bad at all. In fact, I'm quite happy with myself. But you see, I am ever so clever on how I killed you. I became your friend, your lover, your sweet other half. But you see? My game, I get close but never close enough to create ties with you. I stalk you like a predator and you never know until I'm upon you. You cry things out like "Why? How?" And slowly as I smile at you, you try to run. But you only get so far before I break you. And now your laying there in the pale moon light, as I sit back and watch you die. Goodbye My Almost Lover. Mania watched her brother for a moment and raised an inquistive brow. Since she had awakened The Skeleton King from his sleep those many moons ago, he had grown dark on the inside. HIs insides as black as his endless eyes. Nealy as black as her own torcherous soul. But it her that brought him back, so that must account for something? But of course it does. A sly little smirk grew on her face as he spoke. Of course he knew where she was. She was the last born of their siblings. Perhaqps two of the last living of their bloodline. It was possible, their father was a lunatic. Could have killed every single one of them. Or perhaps they ran off, and forgot their past, their names, their heirtiage. Who could blame them? But Mania, was one of the few to be crowned an Inkwell. A proud lineage, nothing to forget. Or so, Mania thought. A cursed line, a line of insanity and viciousness. Savage children from a tyrantical King. But what can you do.. but live? "I have missed you Hextor," She said, her tones were cruel but held a spark of a small child. In her presence of her brother she always fell a bit short, and always felt protected. As if she could lighten up a bit and relax. Even though she was Alpha of Lux Umbra she still felt like a pup around him. Her mentor until he had left.. then she had turned to her father and contracted her mind disease. She let her face soften, and out came a beautiful stranger. It was strange, if Mania's features would not have been so stonic and cruel all the time she would be rather attractive. Beautifull, maybe. But she hardly ever let her guard down, and thus.. her ugliess was around nearly twentifourseven. She tilted her head and her soften features began to come back. "Have you come to stay?" She said softly, the poison in her tones were still their but it was soft. And that was about the time she heard the leave crackle and hiss as they were broken. Her decieving ears pricked up and she turned her head. Her face clenched and her lips began to twitch. up and down. Her reddish, pink teeth glinting a bit as they peeked out with every twitch. She stepped away from her brother for a moment and sniffed. Fritz.. it was the newest memeber to her pack. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Watching as she emerged. She just watched, but a bit suprised she wasn't shitting a brick about them waking her up. In fact, they female looked distracted almost. And that was when she noticed Fritz eyees were not on her. She followed them and met her brother. She raised a brow and looked back to Fritz. Mania looked back to Fritz as she spoke. Boss lady? Meh, Mania listened and a little smile grew on her face. Only a small one however. This female was clever, a spitfire at times. Still though, Mania was unsure if she would actaully be able to hold her own in a pack with wolves Mania deemed worthy. No matter, if she was loyal and could hold her own, evena little, she'd be alright. "Mmmmmmm.." Mania looked to Hextor and then back to Fritz, "Watch yourself Fritz, "Stalker Boy" happens to be my brother."

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character count; 813
OUT OF CHARACTer; FINISHED

[kinziee]

Walking through shadows, roaming the empty quarters of my mind, I am but an apparition in my own world. Everything is tangible, yet many of those things just an imagination of a terribly macabre mind. Wounds open up letting the ancient scars bleed and ooze. The things your mind yearns to forget, the things my mind yearns to remember. It is very different between you and I. The concern and utter humanity within you is slowly slipping away. You are nothing but pathetic wimps that crawl about this earth. In my world you are lower than the dirt and maggots squirming through. You break at the sight of a decapitated carcass. Your stomach twists and churns, leaving you with agonizing pain. When you see me you flee, sheer terror lights the irises of your eyes. In turn I just give out a chuckle, see I have won. You have given in to the darkest places of your mind. Endless sight of painful beauty, you have been turned anew. Do not reject this change, you might the crumple in and die. You have found yourself in an empty room. An empty cave. Alone. In the dark. You will be lost in the sands of time you cannot take back. It was the wrong night to be walking all alone. It was the wrong night to hum soft chimes into the wind. For I met you on the frozen grass, I met you half away. Blood and sweat. A sweet temptation you tempted so well. My dear, welcome back to the world. Now do you see everything is disposable? Even you and I. Everything is tangible even the air you breathe. You can see the painful beauty.

Her inquisitive brow raised a delirious smirk on his face. So she was excited to see him back. She looked like she had been waiting again for the one who had almost crumbled. Hextor was back to stay, she turned him back but that didn’t mean she had the utmost power here. It would have been a pity if he had lost it completely. However there was still a little black spark of vice in him. A tyrannical prince of a tyrannical king. Hextor held the title within the family. Since Chiron had died Hextor had taken the Inkwell’s throne. With no intention of leading it like his father, he wanted a new lineage. He wanted to create a new generation of the truly savage. He wanted a new race of hellions. He wanted demons to swarm the earth and wreak havoc across the continents. He certainly hadn’t followed any of his siblings except Mania, it was always in his line of duty that Mania be his charge. With that he had the responsibility to watch over her and make sure she lived through the deadliest winters and the scorching summers. It was not as easy as Mania would think, for there were other monsters out there than just them. He never let that scare him. They may as well be the last of the Inkwells, and therefore now it was there job to bring up a new reputation; one just as destructive and chaotic as Hextors.

Her melodic voice carried into his ears, and it registered with a cold touch. The savage little hellion started to slip away, fade into a child. Somewhat twisted and insane but a child nonetheless. She was the youngest and she had that right, or so it seemed in front of her brother. His little apprentice within life, until he had decided to leave to be in search of more things and find out the truth. Chiron had brainwashed his pups, and only a few of them realized what was truly going on and so they were disposed. Killed and their deaths were all covered up, mysterious to the normal eye. Hextor had never been one for the lies. He never had that sparkling eye moment or that moment of pride when he started to spout lies and recruit his children into the secret circle. It was all for nothing and he never believed in it. Mania had been turned into one of them, but Hextor never gave up on her. She was his closest thing to their mother, the closest thing that brought him back to a time when everything made sense. He watched her face soften and their mother show through her stone cold appearance. When her head tilted and her tones inquired an answer he let his hollow eyes soften. His answer was short and brief,” You are the essence sanity for me, and I could not stand to be away from my little hellion.” He gave her an actual brotherly smile. His features turned into stone when the leaves crackled and hissed, his hollow eyes tightened and narrowed on the brush ahead.

His ears inched down to his head, his ebony lips started to raise over his teeth until a she-wolf skipped merrily out of the bushes. His lips stopped and they were straight and pursed. Hextor looked to Mania’s façade to see if she was giving any hints that this wolf was an enemy to her or just a part of her growing pack, or so Hextor would think. When Mania had stepped away it had sent a pulse of anger. He was a protective brother over the one thing he could be affectionate towards. It was like Mania though; she was the curious one whom happened to be independent. Unfortunately that didn’t go well for Hextor, he didn’t like when she was independent and headstrong. Mania narrowed her eyes but didn’t seem at all worried about this wolf or bothered. She just watched her carefully. Hextor looked back to the female and watched, her dazzling smile made his raise an inquisitive brow. He caught her tail was and his nose wrinkled up, but he let his face fall back to mutual position. He let his ears prick back up at the female’s voice, storing that memory for later in case he needed it. He looked at Mania once before turning his head back to the female. Boss lady? Mania? He clicked it together and thought that she must be in Mania’s pack. He listened to her small assumption of him and he scoffed. A sinister smirk lit his lips and he looked to Mania,” The banshee belongs to you?” He continued to watch Mania until she said the females name and he looked to the female. Fritz. His tones dripped with acid and poison, deep baritones rumbles out of his chest,” Not very bright are you, love?” He laughed cynically for the moment and watched the two of them.

[ROSE]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=FD5509] There was always good news and bad news to a story. The good news was that frisky here could take a little bit of poking at and that he had a charm to boot, but the bad news was he could take a little bit of poking at and had a charm to boot. Any good girl wants a cute guy who she can tease and nitpick to the point he just can't stand it, but the same goes in the opposite direction. Who would want a wolf who was cute enough to use that charm against her? Her life was her sleep, not some he-wolf with a sister complex. And frankly, Fritz enjoyed those wolves who could handle a little bit of the tease, but at least had some bite to back it up. 'Oh you must not be the brightest light bulb out there' might not be the best come back she's ever heard. Where was the anger? The rage? That manliness that almost every female has hungered for at least once in their life. A wolf who doesn't blow a casket on the first date was just no fun at all. Heck, Fritz probably would have tried to push him right over the edge if it weren't for Mania staking claim on her own brother. It was a mix between her eyes screaming 'this is my teddy bear and no one else is allowed to have it' and the crime scene investigation tape attaching them at the hip. Those were the breaks, I guess. Fritz shifted her weight from one leg to the other as she began to size up bro as she watched his eyes scurrying about her. What, was this face too pretty to resist or was he looking for some weak points of his own? She tilted her head pretending to not notice any of his advances. It was one thing to act like a ditsy naive wolf and another to live it. For now Fritz could play the part, but only when she could control her snappy temper around nap time. "I'm watching Stalker boy. If he had given some other name, I would be sure to say it, but I only call it as I see it." Fritz fiddled with her paws for another moment and ignored the wolves presences since much too busy playing with the dirt than interacting with others. Now let's see. Big brother wolfy here, was overbearing and overprotect and little sister wolfy here, had a problem with narcissism and a habit to boss everyone around. No doubt these two had created each other's personalities. Where would the sister-complex come from if it weren't from a spoiled rotten sister, always needing that extra babying? She rubbed her dirty paw across her face in an attempt to swat away the gnats only to find a smear of mud across her face. It didn't matter a whole lot since she was black, but it still felt weird to have fur stick to your forehead. Fritz tried to gently rub it off, trying to show some awkwardness to show bro over there a false weakness that any dolt could pick up on, and managed to get it smeared across a larger portion of her face. She wasn't going to be winning any beauty contest soon. "Oh, I'm bright. Just don't look too long cause your no use to anyone if your blind, L-O-V-E." Fritz snorted with a swish of her head, "And I guess you have a new hellion that you can't stay away from. Or the very at least keep an eye on me at all times there, buddy boy, cause this banshee can sing more than you realize." Fritz stretched out and yawned, ready for the trying day ahead. When she is awake the schedule usually consisted of going to find something to eat, drink, and then a new place to hunker down at, but with this whole 'brother is in town thing' Fritz was all thrown off. It was a good thing she wasn't all that hungry.

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