A { world } without L.O.G.O.S [Bain/Hellfirians]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Dusk slithered into view, the noon glow weakening against the arriving slate of darkened indigo. The feeble shimmer of starlight emerged in vague clusters, gradually sharpening with contrast. The serrated fangs of distant mountains reached skyward like a massive comb, and the valley bellow began to dip into silence. A peaceful summer evening, interrupted only by the shuffle of limping paws.
A fringe of gold and deep crimson laced the edges of the lumbering shape. Upon his maw, the bone edges gleamed, obstructing his physical features. His scent, too, was obstructed by the mirage of scents that clung to his pelt—Yozoran, Destinian, Sheeran. Perhaps even some of Blood Mist, as well, all overpowered with the most dominant aroma of all: blood.
A labored cough spilled from his tongue, though his eyes burned beneath his grotesque hood. A curtain of cobwebs formed thick collar about his neck, already a tint of pink. All the while, some sort of obscure goal coaxed him further into this unknown and forbidden territory.
Or, just maybe, it was not so obscure.

[Sivoncé™]

The evening was warm, but comfortably so -- none of the humid, sticky heat that had plagued the day with unpleasantness. Beneath the shade of a small sapling, blue eyes, tinged with the yellowy glow of a wolf's night vision, surveyed his surroundings with calculating eyes. He had traced the shapes of the camp and its inhabitants many times over, but something was different about the place tonight; for the first time since Robespierre had joined the coven of undead zombies and bloodlusting vampires, he felt a taste of promise in their company.
His senses probed the surroundings, trying to put a name to this change in his typically dreary environment. Few of the wolves here interested him -- even the coveted would-be alphess, Babylonia. She was broken, as were the rest of them. All they spoke of was vengeance for this or that. They were stupid with it -- didn't know how to excercise their emotions like he had learned. For the most part, he played the role of an impressed and intrigued onlooker. But, for the first time in the company of Blood Mist, the intrigue on his features was genuine. His ears twitched; there was a wolf in his midst. Tingling with inexplicable excitement, he barked deeply,
"Let yourself be seen, stranger."
Let the truth be unveiled.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

So, you have selected a definitive hideaway. Interesting location—wise, as a matter of fact. And yet, a cluster of misguided pack soldiers could arrive, crashing through even this dense a thicket, even at the slightest provocation. How foolish, really, to think that an entire battle could be stirred by the mere mentioning of events years, or even decades past. So unnecessary…
It a calm, quite nearly curious tone of a tinkling voice that summoned the demon from his reverie. The mask tilted with his concealed features, moving in sync as if the skull were indeed physically bonded to the flesh of his face. He slid from the shadows, basking in the dimming shine.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“Fair enough. I have no reason to hide.”[/glow]
His skull inclined slightly, a few droplets of crimson spilling as it did so.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“You may call me Hades. To whom, may I ask, am I speaking?”[/glow]

[Sivoncé™]

The creature who moved from the shadows would've startled perhaps any other wolf into showing fear -- little did Robespierre know, Bain had already terrified at least one Hellfirian. Yet, somehow, though a flicker of surprise passed through his oceanic optics, he maintained calm as his eyes moved across the skull the speaker so proudly decorated himself with. For a long moment, his eyes remained fixed to it, perhaps marveling or wondering at how he acheived such a mask as this. His brow raised in intrigue -- this Hades had sparked the fires of interest inside of him.
Regardless, the meaning is simple. He is of a different brand. And he means business. Now, now is the time to act. He is the one I've been waiting for; he is the one that, if only subconsciously, everyone had waited for. The deliverer.
"I am Robespierre," he returned, his tone light and conversational. "I must say, good sir, your headpiece is of a most exsquisite nature."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

An oddly polite salutation greeted his arrival. Attention snared momentarily by the brute before him, Bain cast his fleeting gaze over this ‘Robespierre’. It was different, he noted, than expected, but all the same not unpleasant. He appears intelligent enough, although it is only first impressions.[/color]
[glow=maroon,2,300]“My greetings, Robespieere, and my thanks. Though appearances are superficial, it can be nevertheless persuasive, and has grown rather… necessary. I come seeking council with the wolves of Blood Mist.”[/glow]

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

(Wait, do you want all wolves here?)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( any wolf that wants to interact with Bain/Hades can do so X3 He'll probably enter the actual camp shortly anyway ))

[Sivoncé™]

(( What Wolfie said ;; any Blood Mist wolves/Hellfirians ^^ ))

Finally. At last....an equal to speak with; a wolf to talk to without lowering myself to the dirt and worms. His eyes flashed with intensity as his eyes measured up this Hades character. He is the master I've been waiting to follow. He tilted his head ever so slightly at the newcomer's request.
"We are many in number, Hades. The whole of Blood Mist, perhaps, is not a smart crows for a someone who comes bringing new words. Perhaps a select circle should suit you better?" A small smile curved on his maw. Exclude Babylonia and loyalists. Bring those who will understand the need of a new regime, convert others. Bring the old ones down. Eat them out from the inside...

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

((Soo....should I bring Hellfire in?))

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((sure, go ahead, if you'd like burneh ^^ ))

An intrigued crease emerged from the folds of his brow, bridging upward to press against the bone of his masquerade mask. Twin pupils glittered back at the wolf that appeared perhaps too intelligent for his own good. And yet, even to a demon, his melodic charm was undeniable.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“As a member of Blood Mist, I should assume you are the expert in these matters. If you think it necessary, a smaller arrangement would suit my purposes just fine, thank you.”[/glow]
Already the reek of distant pelts and faces hung in the air, hinting at nearby encounters to come. And yet, even in the heart of the hellhounds’ nest, he felt entirely welcome.

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

--Okay, it's extremely late, but...

Hellfire had been wandering through the lands, thinking about the fight. About how close he was to actually dying. About how they had actually gotten BurnNote, and taken her away from the Destinians. He smirked softly, his sooty black coat glistening in the sunlight once again. He came out of the brush, and came face to face with the other two wolves. He glanced between the two, and cleared his throat. Excuse me...I hope I wasn't intruding on something. [/i]The scars from the battle were seen from his maw, to the tip of his tail. yet, that didn't really phase him much.

He glanced between the two wolven, audits perked forward as he listened for a warning growl, or worse yet. To be told that he had been out of place, and was to get the hell out of here.

[Sivoncé™]

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Robespierre chuckled softly as Hellfire approached and offered the brute a dazzling smile. "Oh no, dear friend, you've not interrupted anything at all; rather, I believe you have just joined our bit of conversation." With secrecy glittering in the wolf's eyes, he murmured in a low, daring tone, "Won't you sit and talk with us? This character next to me is quite the attention-keeper when he speaks. I have an inkling he has a lot to say to us that would, shall we say, pique our interests."
One down...but who else is worthy enough, who else can be trusted? Not many of the old ones, most certainly. They are too caught up in the webs of past history. No, we need new blood...and once the old aristocracy is overthrown, together, we shall take power. And then the wolves of hellfire will finally know their true purpose for returning...

[H.ell . Fi.re.|†A.lba]

Hellfire looked the wolf that spoke to him first up and down, head tilting to the side for a few moments. What the...What's going on here? He thought to himself, narrowing his eyes as he watched the wolf that had spoke to him, and then looked to the 'character' that was standing beside him. He chuckled lightly, a slight noise in these parts. His eyes cast a slight gaze of curiousity, and enchanment. He wanted to know what was going on. So, he allowed his muscles to contract and let his rear rest apon the sod. I really wonder what these fellows are up too...perhaps it's about time to speak, eh?

Yes, I do suppose I have time to chat. What's the topic, friend? His tone held charm, and class, though you could see that he was not one to be messed with when he was angry. This much was known. He had taken the life of a wolf in battle, though I will admit the wolf was older, and slower than he. He would never openly admit that though.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

By some manner of coincidence eerily akin to fate, the soot-faced, head-high form of a Lupus Proeliator weaved his way into the conversation. Via Robespierre’s eager vouching, Bain performed a graceful bow to the newcomer despite the heavy damage to his neck.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“My sincerest greetings, comrade. I beg of your name? Of mine, you may call me Hades.”[/glow]
His ears than swiveled in an upward sweep, each cone scanning the air and rubbing against the brow of his second skull. What a pleasurable company.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“My fellow wolves, I have come to discuss certain matters of interest as pertaining to the pack versus Blood Mist controversy. That is, it seems that there are certain issues in need of addressing, and I believe—with the combined aid of your Blood Mist expertise and my resources—we hold in our power to improve. I have come with, if you will permit me, negotiations, of sorts. Not on the part of the packs or Blood Mist, mind you, but on the part of all wolves within this valley.”[/glow]
He paused, eyes trailing between both wolves.
[glow=maroon,2,300]“If my presence is still permitted, then shall I continue with a larger audience, or is this size best?”[/glow]

[Sivoncé™]

Oh my wolven.
His heart, truly, must be trembling now. He was surprised his physical being wasn't quavering in awe as well. He blinked up at Bain with a zealous reverence and bowed his head slightly. He is truly what I've been waiting for. This is our chance -- our chance to become all that we swore to become centuries ago. This is for the greater good of us all. "Why, of course -- forgive me for my incompetence. I underestimated the nature of these matters you wish to speak of; a proper audience should be prepared." He blinked eagerly to Hellfire, eyes glittering with the emotions of a someone who has found their God.
"The two of us shall reach out to our brothers and sisters tonight, Hellfire. The time has come, I think, for communion of sorts."