Ready or not...here i am. (open)<3

[hOwL]

There wasn’t the lightest flinch as Sanceul pounced from her stance…after all she wasn’t the once being the hell spoken to- so Apocalypse smirked at her expression. “Hmm…I don’t think anybody cares about my past life darling”, Apocalypse agreed with the female and flicked her ear coolly. So much was true. Because if anyone fucking cared she wouldn’t be this mess of a half dead wolf she is now. Discolored eyes glanced casually over the rows of sharp teeth that bared in her direction though, a simple tail wag was given as her head cocked to one head as if saying…’play?’. Oh yes my loves…Apocalypse was a sick crazy bitch. & yes my dears…you will have to excuse her. “Why don’t you calm down kitty? I don’t know you…you don’t know me…we don’t want to know each other, I don’t care if we ever knew each other oranyotherpastansectorsofyours, soooo….shut the hell up.” Spoke the hell bitten female actually quite sweetly with a cute final tail wag. “One more thing…don’t fucking give me choices like your some crowned class authority up in this hoe…because frankly to me you’re a nobody & in all honesty I don’t really give three fly fucks on what you have to say” came the sharp slicing words. Simple. Point reaching. Eyes flickered on Damien and she smirked at his words; she nodded. “- you should be thrilled” mocked Apocalypse. Secret Fang was a complicated mountainous female who nobody in the end did understand, Apocalypse wasn’t going to lie—he was completely better with Sanceul, with her he never had to worry about small pointless things like crazed rouges going to kill them & pups…which shouldn’t be long before they arrive, death, hunger, secrets. This was a trait they ALL held…ALL of her cursed family. Pretty messed up huh? Apocalypse giggled darkly at the words of the male as she licked the dry blood of her torn pad. “You haven’t heard a single thing about my life…though you speak the truth about it. Hmm…You keep living your beautiful fairytale…you keep appreciating the beauty of life. In fact…you always did Damien. But keep my thoughts the way they are, my fairytale has been far ruined with cold reality” she barked walking toward him. “Because you know better, like I do how all this ‘pretty’ shit ends up in the end” she whispered loud enough only to his hearing. Cutting away she trotted in the directions of the packs. “I almost forgot…I’m Apocalypse…but then I don’t think you care, right doll?” she mocked in Sanceul’s favor. Smirking turned her back on them, disappearing into the shadows.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Momentarily, a bud of warmth bloomed at Damien’s words. It was a calming, reassuring sensation, and nearly persuaded her temper to take a leave of absence, despite her usual temperament.
Well, that didn’t last long. But what else was new.
“You ignorant little bitch,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes. Primarily, she displayed disbelief at how a wolf could be so stubbornly blind. That, and there was certainly rage talking. “I never cared about knowing you, princess. But I do care that you think you can just wander past and insult us like you’re miss high ‘n’ mighty. What, this ‘cold reality’ you experienced—that’s your excuse for the way you are? Nothing excuses how you act, bitch. What, your father slap you around? Sodomized? Molested? Lost your boyfriend somewhere?” An angry grin. “Humor me!”
Apocalypse began to slip away, muttering something to Damien just out of her range. Another growl, then, as the fae began to make her leave. “You can’t insult people and walk away; not here, you don’t.” Sanceul bounded after her, clearly prepared for a fight. Might as well kill the thing while I’m at it—she’ll pop back up like a daisy anyhow. And I’m liking the sound of it.
More or less probably the most bloodlust she had experienced since she murdered her mother. Or Morgan. But she was dead too. And he’s a fucking bastard. That makes it okay... sorta.

[Sivoncé™]

Apocalypse. Of course.
Vague, fading memories of his childhood in the pale light of Tartarus resurfaced. She was a playmate, along with his sister, Rosalinda, before oppressive adolescence swept over them and left Damien alone in his realm of pack legends and Redfang's stories of good triumphing over evil. Apocalypse and Rosa had left him for the other camp -- for Blood Mist or hatred. He hadn't forgotten her, exactly, but it was so long ago that now she was only faintly recognizable to him, and he was sure he didn't care enough to warrant any further verbal abuse against Sanceul.
If I don't stop this now, it'll be more than an exchange of words.He pushed himself between the two snarling faes and gazed coldly down at Apocalypse.
"I remember you, if that's what you were looking for. I guess you hold one hell of a grudge. I don't care what quarrel you think you have with me, but you leave her alone, got it?"
No more mister nice guy.

[hOwL]

Once more she coolly faced the fae with a blank face. Why would she want to even put herself in such position? She flickered her tail at her words and smirked as she bolted towards her. Ok she wanted to be dumb enough to start a fight? Then bring it. “Who says I can’t? You?” she sneered, ears flickering back as fangs flashed and slicing forward willing to rip flesh with almost hunger, though Damien got in the way saving his little out of control bitch. A violent snap to his face was thrown from the looks of it, it looked like it hurt. Did she actually bite him? Only Damien could tell you. “If that’s what im looking for? I don’t CARE if you remember me. Might have before…but now? Ehhh, what for? We stopped being memories to remember a long time ago, baby so get it straight” Apocalypse spoke strong muscles ripped through the thick coat. “Then I suggest you shut her hell up…because I made it clear for her to shut the hell up, but apparently she thinks its smart to start a fight & in all honesty…im not one to play” She hissed stepping back from the male as he entered her comfort zone. A crazed mocking glare challenged Sanceul as the fur around her neck began to bristle aggressively…oooh snap. Two bad tempered females was not a cute view at all.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

So much arrogance—the fae reeked of it. Sanceul wrinkled her nose, as if revolted by the stench, and angled herself to maintain sight of her target even as Damien intruded in their quarrel. True enough, Sanceul was not an accomplished fighter. She relied on speed, agility. Resourcefulness. But if there were one positive sign, the fae was not like other opponents—however practiced she may be, it would be exceptionally difficult to pin Sanceul down. No, not with her size, and Sanceul’s rage. I’ll dance around all flippin’ night if it means getting a few slashes on that ugly mug.
Sanceul gritted her fangs, absorbing most of the impact of her surprise. Damien had spoken. They knew each other? Weird, but not that it matters. Whatever spiritual hell’s she’s gone through, I’ve had my earthly share, and at least I don’t go around talking down to a couple of…
“Oh, all work, no play?” Makes Jack a dull boy. “Because you’re just too goddamn good for us? You could obviously beat me in a match, so why bother? You could just smile and waltz away and go piss on some other wandering couple, right?” She noted the snap to Damien’s face, and curled her lip, half-smiling, half-snarling. “Then again… you could always be a fucking coward… and a decidedly boring coward, at that.”
She leaned back on her haunches, and sprang forward, darting past Damien’s little barricade. She aimed for a slice—somewhere, anywhere. Not Morgan’s eyes, nor Blood’s heart, nor Lucifer’s throat. Just for a little shred of flesh, though nothing would please her more than to see all of Apocalypses’ innards empty from within.
Well, not that she probably meant it, if she were to look back on it. But, for now, it seemed like a most beautiful image. …I’m pretty sure I’m goin’ to Hell, aren’t I?

[Sivoncé™]

Don't make me hit a girl, don't make me hit a girl!
But when Sanceul sprang, Damien saw no alternative. There was no time to thrust himself between the two snarling femmes, and he certainly wasn't about to take a hit for Apocalypse. But nevertheless, he let out a cold growl and spat in her direction.
"Just get out of here! You're right, you're a messed up little fuck and nobody likes you cause you're so fricken screwy! So go die in a hole for all I care! But I swear if you bite her back you're losing a fucking limb!"
He was poised in a crouch, ready to intervene should he see Apocalypse strike back at Sanceul. He briefly remembered another time Sanceul had been attacked -- by Morgan. Hatred bubbled up inside of him along with the flaming passions of bloodlust. Yes, even Damien, who tried so hard to deny his heritage, could not resist the temptations and passions of bloodlust that were so welcoming every time he felt the knife-point of anger. Breathing hard, he remained coiled in a crouch, ready to spring.
Stupid little bitch!

[hOwL]

Eyes watched the smaller female pounce, Apocalypse was quick enough to knock Sanceul away from her face with a strong forepaw her jaws slobbered disgustingly on the fur around her face. A snort was given as she shoved the female away from her own body. “You call me ignorant so maybe I am. Though I suggest you watch yourself…you crazy bitch who keeps putting thoughts in her head and starting things where you certainly shouldn’t start them” Apocalypse barked calmly. “Why bother for the only one who can get harmed here is you, don’t get me wrong…but I rather stay a coward in your mind.” & for the first time she had her moment of thinking about someone else. Maybe it was because deep down she knew that the hatred she & Damien was completely pointless, but she would never show her face to apologize. No never. Eyes flickered toward Damien and she rolled her eyes. “Stop your fucking yelling & dont threaten me kibblepet. As clearly… I don’t wanna touch your infected rat. I have something better to do like die in a hole then waste my time here with you two…but thank you for the lovely introductions but now i would like to get the hell ou of here...anything other 'rules' you wanna adress to me?” Apocalypse spoke with a taunting smirk.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Ow.
A pad met her face, Sanceul swerving her skull downward to avoid the blunt of the blow. She did not fall over but rolled into a recovery, withers still spiked in defiance. It had only been a defensive block, sure, but it still fed the fire in her jaws.
“You keep yapping off about how I ‘shouldn’t start something’, ya notice that? But guess what—I’m gonna fucking start somethin’ whether you like it or not.”
Sanceul leaped after Apocalypse again, diving in from the side, rabid with persistence. She hardly heard the rat comment—her fury was already at boiling point. True enough, she’d probably clamp her jaws shut around anything that got in her way, even Damien, if they were so unfortunate.
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[Sivoncé™]

He couldn't help but cringe inwardly as Sanceul lunged once more at Apocalypse. While he didn't like the thought of taking a blow for the femme who so deliberately got under his skin, he sincerely wanted her to get the hell away from them, and didn't want Sanceul to get in harms way. He thrust himself in between the two, his protective stance angled towards Sanceul, though he stumbled as she slammed into his back. He turned at once and crouched near her, eyes worried.
"I didn't hurt you, did I love? I'm sorry I got in your way -- trust me, I would've liked to see her smashed to a pulp, too -- but I'd rather have her leave, wouldn't you?" He licked her cheek and wagged his tail slightly, hoping to cool Sanceul's anger.
Please don't let her direct the anger at me....though, you know, I could see why I'd deserve some of it....
He rose his head to glare once more at Apocalypse, his tone changed from the light of day to darkest night as he went from adressing Sanceul to Apocalypse.
"Enough. Leave now."

[hOwL]

Apocalypse looked at Sancuel with amused eyes. Oh she just didn’t give up did she? Her head was now low and her fangs bared her lower limbs crouched ready to jump head on onto the annoying rat. Just about had enough with your annoying ass, she hissed in her mind, she didn’t peep a word…since she didn’t really need too. Might as well let her see what kind of mess she started and Apocalypse would regretfully end then explain it to her pea-brained self. It was then when Damien ran in front of his…love stopping her. Picking up her head Apocalypse watched with taunting eyes, Fucking pathetic. she thought as he questioned her if she was alright. After all this mortal dumb maggot might have ‘hurt’ herself running into him, Apocalypse looked away. Hopefully even broke her face- the thought amused her. Bi-colored fierce gaze held Damien’s glare powerfully. There it was! That same taunting spark that once twinkled in her youthful innocent gaze when they were younger- expect this time it was deadlier…colder, fiercer. The pure reality of what Apocalypse had really became. Without a word she smirked devilishly at Damien, before stocking silently in the shadows….her form, and scent disappearing completely without a trace into the shadows.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

You little—ogodaDamien—
The impact sent the petite ivory ball of rage rolling off to one side, frame slumping into the soil. A sort of daze hovered over her for a moment, probably from shock, though she probably should have suspected this. After a moment of recovering from the run-in with the wall of bricks known as Damien, Sanceul began hearing words, and fully transitioned back into reality when a tongue met her cheek. Yet her attitude was significantly less cordial than before.
A grunt passed her maw, two shades of eyes catching a glimpse of Apocalypse’s seemingly final exit. At last? Either way, Sanceul rubbed the side of her face against her paw, and growled irritably. “It’s times like these I wish you didn’t care so much,” she muttered, hackles remaining in an erect position as she gathered herself to her paws. She stiffly wandered in the opposite direction as the prickly fae. “We run into her again, her ass is mine.” The firm declaration was accompanied with a few subsequent barely-intelligible mutterings along the lines of “find Morgan” and “punching bag”.
I’ll gladly spend time in the flames if it means getting my jaw’s worth of Scar Lady and Big Daddy, wherever he’s run off to.

[Sivoncé™]

(Should we move them to another thread / continue with them here / or give it a rest with these two? Though I actually feel like we haven't brought them out too much lately ^^ And Big Daddy --- LOL, just wait until I finish translating this! xD )

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((personally, I feel like rping with them, so I'd have to vote either start a new thread or stay here, though whatever's fine with me. If we stay in this thread, though, it may give ya more to translate xD but it's up to you
But dangit, I can't wait for the translation x3 ))

[Sivoncé™]

(...let's move xD You have no idea how long this will take)

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((xD alrighty-- want me to start, or you?))