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[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sanceul was quiet during his response, her flames of anger gradually cooling down.
Relax; you shouldn't let him get you worked up like this...
And then Damien mentioned Blood... and, strangely, he seemed rather edgy about it. If edgy was the right word.
"Hmm? Yeah, sure... if you can even call her that. I grew up with a... well, let's say a foster father. He was as close to a father as I've ever gotten, seeing as I have no real father. But Blood appeared one day and... well, without going into detail about what happened then, let's just say that she was a loony nut. Very big on revenge and such. Listenin' to her is what got me where I am now; dumbest choice I've ever made, that stupid bitch."
Sanceul decided to leave out the fact that she had been praticing herbs and that Blood had been dead when she had appeared to her.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien snickered a bit. "Well, I suppose I would've wound up a crazy tyrant had I listened to what some would call my mother. Psht. She was not mother to me. Crimson knew Blood, I think they were 'roomies' or whatever. She mentioned it once, or maybe she spoke a lot more of it and I just tuned it out. Like I said, I never really listened to anything she had to say. All it was about was killing, lies, hate, secrecy. You know, the works of a dark mastermind. Though I also hear that to truly be a mastermind of such crafts, you have to qualify as 'tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome'. I might be tall and dark, but nothing out of Hell and beyond is handsome unless you have a twisted mind. I might be quirky, but I can't spin myself in that direction of viewing."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((wow. the one thing they have in common is that they both hate their mothers XD))

The fae smirked at his words.
"If those are the qualifications, then I'm out of the running. Look at me: I'm as short as a fox! My fur is freakin' white and red, and I have a big sense of humor." She rolled her eyes at this. "...however sarcastic.
"And hey, don't be so hard on yourself. Sure you're burned and marked up a bit, but that don't mean you're a hideous zombie. And I ain't saying that just 'cause my mind is messed with."
Wow. How'd I get from insulting him to complimenting him? Dang, I just need to take a direction and stick with it sometime...

[Sivoncé™]

"Well, you know what they say," Damien snorted at this. "a wolf with insanity is never aware of it. And you don't look like a fox because you're not a fox, you're a wolf. If you put yourself next to one of those things, I think the difference would be more apparent. But really, I don't think the fox would apprciate anyone testing that theory," he shrugged.
Well.....she's still really weird, but I guess she can be tolerable. Definitly someone I'd rather have as an aquiantence rather than an enemy. I don't think I could stand ducking and jumping a whole night if I had really pissed her off.....
Maybe not weird...just different. I don't think I can really call anyone weird seeing as I scarcely know what is qualified as normal around here, anyway.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sanceul smirked a little.
“Hmm, I’m not a fox? No kiddin’!” She rolled her eyes a bit, sarcastic but openly amused at the same time. “You’re a bit odd yourself, ain’t ya? Were you kept in solitude as a child or something?”
Unless he really was in Hell… nah, how is that possible?
…then again, what would I know about what’s possible? According to most wolves I’m not even ‘in touch with reality’… heh, whatever that means…

((yeah... mine's not that interesting of a post ))

[Sivoncé™]

Damien grinned widely, an almost maddened glint entering hig gaze. "Hm. I wasn't in the respect that you're mentioning. There were plenty of wolves there, all fitting into 100 by 100 yards. Enough for it not to be a physical solitude. But there were very few who held the same interests as I did, in the end, there were only two others if you want to be precise. Hell isn't exactly what you would think it to be, you know? The burning really sucked, but I can't imagine what it would've been like if I'd really gotten lost in Tartarus -- I didn't mention this before, but I did get lost there once. Death and my mentor, Redfang, found me and brought me back." He snickered loudly. "And now I suppose you think I'm the crazy one, no?"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"...riiiight."
Sanceul raised a brow, then slowly turned her head and stared off into the distance.
"...you better be careful there, Damien. Some may mistake you for being crazier than me... and we wouldn't want that, now, would we? I perfer to keep my title."
What a nut... I think.
"Not to sound rude or anythin', but if you're from Tartarus... how'd you get over here on the side of sunlight and daisies?"
She emphasized 'sunlight' and 'daisies' with extra sarcasm.

[Sivoncé™]

Damien shrugged. "You won't have to look far to figure out that it's not just me that's out and about in your sunshine and daisies," he sighed, tone grim. "Quite frankly, I've no idea what happened. I wasn't supposed to be in Tartarus much longer. A few minutes maybe. And then....I don't know how it happened." He studied the cool surface of the water, not yet frozen, painted with the foggy gray of the area around them.
"If this forest held only the living...." he murmured, eyeing the ghosts of trees, with gnarled black branches. "...this forest would've grown back enough to spill a few leaves on this first day of Autum."
He blinked back towards Sanceul, all sense of hilarity gone. Instead, he seemed cleared, not healed, but refreshed. Prepared for the time when he would part with this bank and go to track the wolf at large....
"Yeah, it sounds stupid. But I don't think Regulus or Bloodsbane or Snare would much care at this point if you ran into them. The others are around here, too...I'm glad I haven't seen them yet. Or rather, they haven't spotted me." At this point, he really didn't care if Snaceul believed him or not. But it sounded slightly more bearable out loud than it did bouncing back and forth in his own head.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“…okay.”
She truly had no idea whether he was telling the truth—which was obviously rather unlikely—or not, but hey! As far as Sanceul was concerned, either way his explanation made for a rather interesting story.
“…so, if you were in Tartarus… how’d you wind up in there in the first place? I mean, I don’t know you that well, but you seem like a pretty nice guy to wind up in a place like that.”

[Sivoncé™]

His eyes narrowed infintismally, invisible to most eyes, but not to those of the wolven breed. They swam with the same foggy murk that he stared do intensely at, reflecting the own misery of the world. For moment, he stood there, speechless, tense. It seemed almost a crime to watch his as he went through the process of coming clean after this time. Almost demonic to witness the suffering and torment that had suddenly washed over him.
If he'd been hysterical moments before, this was the ultimate sobering.
"While your forest burned, I had my first birthday," he murmured, feelingless, as all emotion was swelled in his eyes, ethereal sorrows.
"I was going to live. I think I might have, had Crimson hung on a little longer. It was during the birthing. It was never finished. I didn't die and go to hell....I was never born and my mother carried me there with her."
"But why does this even matter? It's not like I get to stay here that long, anyway. Not like I could ever be normal. Not like I could actually have a life! I might be a curse, but I'm not going to force it on the wolves who live in the present. When Hellfire is sealed again, my life is sealed the same. Not like you'd actually believe anything I'm saying, anyway..." he rambled to himself, frustration purely self-directed.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sanceul suddenly felt very uncomfortable. ...he sounds very serious... maybe he's psychotic. Like Mephisto and Black Fury's Gang.
She tensed, then dismissed her fears with another glance at the wolf beside her.
No... he isn't like that. But how could he go to Tartarus... this doesn't make any sesne.
"Never born, huh?" the she-wolf uttered quietly. "...suddenly your attitude makes much more sense."
She shook herself without thinking, shifting her paws. "So... how can you be so sure that you'll wind up back down there when Hell is sealed?"

[Sivoncé™]

"There are four wolves in the Twilight Realm that know I exist, two of which would never mention my name for risk of letting me into heaven -- my mother and my sister, who both happen to hate me. Don't worry, I don't like them so much, either. And then Death, who probably forgot for all I know. And Redfang, who would talk until her mouth dried in my defense. Unfortunately, she's not well-known there. And seeing as they don't know how Hellfire was released, there's no telling how Hellfire will be once it does return to some sort of normality." He hesitated, the continued softly, "It's fitting though, isn't it? We come into this world, cold, covered in blood, whether we are born or thrown from Hellfire. Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but this place is freezing. But after a while....the tongues of life warm you. And in death, isn't it natural to go in the same way? Cold, bloodied, and the fingers of death dragging you into the frigid ether?" He scuffed some dirt at his paws, staring at a small insect as it scurried frantically away from him. "And what if I'm selfish? What if I don't want to die? What if it's almost painful to be here, when I could be running with a pack, a dream that has haunted my for Golden Wolf knows how long! It's tempting, but it would kill me harder in the end, wouldn't it? Because the stronger I get, the weaker my pack would be. And in time, it would dimish alltogether. And then I am left to roam in a world that is nothing to me but a failure. I can stay and watch my own fantasies mock me, or I can be my own undoing. Either way, I'm screwed."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Sanceul looked out into the lake, the waters obscured by the hungering mists that swallowed the air in opaque silver. No more was there the crackling of fire in the distance, but she could suddenly feel the flame's heat very close to her body.
...Hell... it's very close.
"What a fucked up world," she muttered finally. "I mean... since when does wanting to live become something selfish. Listen, Damien-- if you want to live, then live. Try to join a pack and get a girlfriend and do whatever the hell else you want to do. Trust me, I know selfish wolves-- there are wolves lurking around that want to tear a fae to pieces for their own amuement. I know a few that've tried to uh..." she hesitate for the briefest of moments, not wanting to admit anything overly personal, then continued, "...well, you know. That's selfish. And if you can't join a pack... well..."
She sighed heavily, frustrated.
This guy is much more screwed up than me... that's messed up when itself... and then you get Hellfire involved... ugh.
"...are you sure there isn't a way you can survive?"
I can't believe it... I'm talking as if life means something.
Damn you, Damien... you freakin' hellhound. (XD)

[Sivoncé™]

Damien glanced at her, doubtfully, a dry smile hinted on his features. "Are you saying you believe me? Because we certainly can prove this, if you want to," he snorted. "I do admit, I'm getting used to this temperature, but I'm curious as to what exactly happened to my hometown," he snorted. "Go ahead. Kill me. I'll see you in a month or something," he laughed without humor.
"Get a life? Get a life, hm...if I do, If I am attached to wolves in this world, then I will also be committing suicide. Think about it for a minute."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Fur prickling at the withers, the ivory-and-scarlet femmora nearly snarled at Damien when he offered a dry laugh. It was practically open ridicule, as far as Sanceul was concerned... but, then again, she did have a way of overreacting to things...
Nevertheless, she growled a little bit, standing up.
"I never said I did or didn't believe you. And anyway, if you aren't doing anything... why are you here? You seemed like you wanted to live, god knows for what reason... but maybe I was wrong. You have your chance to see what 'life' is like. If you don't want to take it, I see no reason why you're going around preaching about life's supposed values and such!"
Temper, temper she reminded herself. You probably just said something really stupid and completely incorrect.
...eh, who cares... not like it matters anyway...