Repent!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [scrolly:h(325),w(400),sy] This was quite possibly the only place left on the island that the clicking of nails on rock and asphalt couldn't be heard over the murmers and laughter of others. If one was ever seeking anything, this would be the first place to come. Disease was not uncommon here. Although the plague had yet to be passed through the many scum that inhabited this area, other viruses and infections were something to be wary of. Doidle did not consider this. She had come here for one reason alone: To save the lifes of so many lost souls. However, the small feisty Rat Terrier wasn't the best suited for the job. She did not belong here although no one would really notice that until she opened her mouth. Her home was far away in the territories of Fujenge - A pack unknown to most creatures that inhabited the island. She did not stay true to their nature, however. She enjoyed drama and lived to patronize others. It was a miricle that she hadn't been forced from the small group. The small creature weaved her way through the conversations. Passing each canine with not even a glance upwards at their faces. Her own face suggested determination. Suddenly she stopped and looked around - finally noticing the vile creatures that surrounded her. Not one was paying any heed to the young fae. "You will all meet your deaths! Sinners! The end has come and it's choking your lives. Fools! Fools, all of you! Repent!" Glances were shot in her direction although it was obvious that no one was taking Doidle seriously. Chuckles were thrown in her direction and others called her a crazy wench. This did not deter the small canine however. A snarl formed on her maw as she charged the various canines around her, snapping as the words flew from her mouth. "May He have mercy on your soul, infidels! Pray for yourself. Bow down before Him and pray! Only He will forgive your wicked ways. The end is near, pray!" In all honesty, Doidle had no idea what she was doing although this was something she would never admit to herself or others. She did not care in the slightest for any of the scum that inhabited this area of the island by any means. Her warped mind now took hold of her, she had surely changed since the plague hit - That much was obvious. However, the spit-fire mouth remained as well as her inability to contain her emotions and anger at the world around her. [/scrolly]

[naxx]

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[atrb=background,http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x412/MOTWimg/naxx2011FULL550BDY.png] [scrolly:h(323),w(360),sy] Several things had changed for the wolverine since the outbreak. For once, there were no more cars that he had to avoid, and even better, he was able to gain a much needed better sleep during the night. Two? -He didn't have to hide anymore, he was free to roam whichever parts he wanted, and he no longer had to wait till night to roam the small town. Things couldn't have gotten better for him. Business had boomed, and with it, so too did his job of keeping the others in line along side his business partner and leader, Eugene. And as for those who couldn't pay back what they took? Let's just say that the meat had to come from somewhere, and Naxx was proud to be the one to get his paws dirty. Unlike these dogs, who had grown up most of their lives eating dry food, Naxx never once -gave up his predatory way of living. He lived to hunt, despite the permanant limp in his right foreleg, he was still quite capable of his ambushes that his species was known for. One didn't have to be a dog to live in the streets, one didn't need to know the streets in order to survive, and one didn't have to change the way he carried himself in order to live amongst them. Naxx was, and always would remain himself, his smell would never change, his habbits would never differ, the way he thought, the way he acted, the way he kept himself, somethings never changed and these were of no exception on his part. Upon the outbreak, he didn't need to adapt to anything other than the new freedoms that were given to him. His nose was far better than a dog's and therefore, he was able to distinguish the infected from the none infected. The infected were to be avoided, and Naxx took great precautions to stere clear of them. He thoroughly inspected corpses he had found for the desease upon learning its scent, which he had placed in the back of his mind as a sour, foul -scent. How had he not been infected? -One may ask, Naxx could only guess, but it probably had something to do with the reception injections he had received to boost up his immune system while he was kept in captivity within the facility. Of course, Naxx, himself, knew nothing of the substances that were within the syringes, but there had to have been a reason he was given them? Surely this had something to do with it. The day had gone as usual for the wolverine, it was his mid-day nap, the one he took before his hunt. He had been curled in a sleeping ball, dreading the moment when he would have to wake up and prepare for his hunt. He never strayed far from the pack, knowing full well that with his position, he would be a rather high-value target to those who had a grudge against them, particularly to the families of those who didn't pay back what the had borrowed. And of course, the day would have it, his nap was interrupted, cracking a single eye open to observe the scene from his current position, he saw that no one was going to shut her up, but more or less, instigate the ranting bitch even further. He had no idead what it was that she was ranting about, nor could he care less, all he wanted to do was finish his nap before he once more went on his hunts. Afterall, the pack had to eat, and since he was the more adequate hunter, it was his duty and his obligation to the pack in order to do so. "May he have mercy on your soul, infidels! Pray for yourself. Bow down before Him and pray! Only He will forgive your wicked ways. The end is near, pray!"

[/i] -Pray? -Pray for what?

Naxx lifted his head from his paws, his tail unfolding as he glanced from left and right, observing the dogs further instigate her. The first thing he did was check her scent, searching for any abnormalities, wondering if -in fact, she was a carrier of the disease that he head learned to fear. Next, he checked to see who had his back, not that the female was much of a threat to him, but the wolves had some nasty tricks up their sleeves. Recruiting a dog as a diversion would probably be the first, but if there was one thing that Eugene had taught him, it was to always expect the worst case sinerio, and this was of no exception.

Unable to detect any hidden scents among the the some several dozen of those that of which were the members of the Insinua, and of course, the terrior -herself, only then did he stand, a longated stretch which errected many of the flattened hairs along his back and side, before giving it a violent shake to settled them with their pattern.

A frustrated snarl rumbled up his throat as he walked, the familure limp in his shoulder slowing him down slightly, but not making him a cripple, in fact, he was far from a cripple, he could still run, jump, and wreck havoc on anyone he so dared, and a rat terrior? -Stood not a chance against him, and that much he knew. He took down prey over five times his own size and weight, but most importantly, the endless ranting was beginning to piss him off.

Eugene had once told him that "dogs were no longer part of his menu..." -but did that include rats too? Surely this thing had to be a rat, he had never seen such a small dog before in his life, -the thing was pitiful! Perhaps he could just pass it off as a mistake... say he didn't know it was a dog? -It wouldn't be the first time...

But then again, it didn't seem like such a bad idea, his hunt would be over and he could get back to doing his favorite thing... napping and dreaming of a certain border collie that he had changed his life indefinately. Where had Brandy gone, anyways? He knew that her family had evacuated... they made damn sure to take Brandy away, and as for him? Well... he was left behind, and with him was the collar that they had given him, one that he still wore with pride. In fact, it looked rather good on him, if he was to say so himself.

And with that, he stopped just a few meters away from the rat-dog thing, his fur slightly bristled, his head turned to face her as he stood just behind the other dogs that continued to intimidate and remind the female of her current standing.

"Wondering on territory that is not your own, and telling them that "we'll meet our deaths" -is far from an appropriate welcome, if I do say so myself." Naxx said as he looked down at his paw, which had become matted due to the way he had been sleeping, lifting it up and curling it over, he began to groom it. It was rather ironic, a wolverine living amongst a group of dogs. But then again, these dogs had become a sort of family for him, and he trusted his life to them with just as much as they trusted their lives to him.

"Now," he looked up at her, making sure that she got the messege clearer than day, "are you finished?" he stated sternly, before giving a yawn of waking.

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[[Pideaux]]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [scrolly:h(325),w(400),sy] The tiny canine continued on with her rants, threatening each individual with the power of an unseen God. Most did not or would not believe her, and she knew this. It was exhausting work - trying to convince others to turn their lives around. Where other canines might have tried a caring approach, showing them how much better life could be if they just simply walked away from their life and asked for His forgiveness. Doidle much preferred the option of striking fear into their hearts, however. She didn't need anyone to walk away with her today. All she needed was the thoughts of it all to sit and eat away at the sins within. Not long after the disease struck the small town of Flint, Doidle was left in the confines of a back yard. Her owners fled, not bothering to take the species that had created the problems in the first place. Not bothering to leave the gate open or food outside. She didn't realize it at first, but this was quite possibly the best thing they could have done for the small terrier. While she was locked away, no one could reach her. The virus could not touch her. She wished for rain daily to fill her dry bowl, ate whatever happened into the nearly vacant yard. By the time she finally worked a hole big enough for escape, she was nothing but skin and bones. Yet - She ran. The half dead creature ran with such speed and persistence for hours until she was just simply too exhausted to continue. Doidle had no idea where she was. There were no buildings, no scent of human - no scent of another living creature. Everything was simply gone. Her mind began to warp from the dehydration and exhaustion, everything seemed so surreal that she could assume nothing more than she had passed on. This what death was like? What reason did she ever have to fear it? It was absolutely blissful. Shortly after these musings, the small creature moved herself to the base of a tree and curled up, ready for the last sleep she would ever have - a never ending one. When she drifted off, it felt as if it had only been moments that her heavy lids had closed before a touch stirred her. Words she could not understand were uttered to her, faded into the back of her mind. What transpired next not even Doidle herself could recollect. She woke at various times during the next few days and subconsciously drank and feasted on what was offered to her. Death had not taken the small fae in the end - something much more meaningful had. What she could remember from the moment her eyes fluttered open after those days is something that she will never forget. She listened as she lay on the soft soil - A Great Dane by the name of Vera preached to others surrounding him. All of them stared up at him with eyes so wide and innocent, Doidle the same. She took in it all and everything finally made sense. She suffered, yes - But she did so only so He could show her the way. It was now something she could never let go of, her soul was eternally owed to him. Now here she was, preaching herself to all of the lost souls of Flint. She had nowhere near the speaking skills of Vera but the same heart put into it. She just approached things in a different manner altogether. The tiny muscle within her chest was feeling as if it were about to explode from the passion that escaped her lips. Each word was spoken with so much belief that it would be hard not at least give her credit for trying. Words paused for only a moment as she caught sight of something approaching her. The tiny skull moved in his direction and she began again, speaking to him directly. "...For if you do not offer your whole self, better yourself, ask for forgiveness and follow His rule, you will suffer a eternity in hell. Are you certain you want to risk such a painful fate, wolverine? - To live without His love?" When he reached her, he spoke to her of territories. This enraged the small being. Glassy eyes were slitted suddenly in a daring and threatening way to the wolverine. It wasn't hard to piss Doidle off and although she could do little about it, her mouth could easily express such feelings. "Of course not, vile beast. Demons of your past have taken your soul - How dare you lead these creatures down the same path, Devil! These lands belong to Him - Those that follow are free to trek them all, it's you who should be banished, fool. Pray for your soul, wolverine, you need it more than anyone else here!" His threats fell off her shoulder for she was not fearful of death. Doidle knew what waited for her past this living world and her cause was something worth dying for. Her glance flicked around the area, everyone had grown quiet and slinked back away from the Toy and Wolverine. A smirk grew on her maw, however, as she noticed a few gave ever-so-subtle glances towards the sky. She had planted the seed. It wouldn't take long for the tree of faith to blossom and grow. [/scrolly]

[naxx]

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[atrb=background,http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x412/MOTWimg/naxx2011FULL550BDY.png] [scrolly:h(323),w(360),sy] Vile Beast... Some things never changed, he was from the wild, and these creatures came from masters that had once depended upon their company, and they depended upon him for their food. Everything they had in their life was given to them by their masters, and depending on what kind of master they had, their lives differed in many ways. Naxx never experienced such things but only for a short amount of time, but even then, he had made precautions as to never allow his instincts to dilute over time. Everything that he had been born with from his mother was still there, and still lurked in his mind, it was still accessible, still there prodding deep with then fibers of his own character. But again, he was from the wild, and therefore, the aspect of the unknown that these animals, these canine creatures were born to fear. The unpredictable wealth of "Who" -the uncertainty of "What" and the prodding pain of "How" forever turned them to their fears. Circumstances were the very same for Naxx when he found himself here, locked away into captivity -faced with a new environment, the stench of shit and piss from many other animals, from dogs, cats, to rodents, and even other wild animals that had been compelled to their staging areas. He had answered his fears not with harsh words, not with an attempt to reason, but with his claws, and with his fangs. He had been forced into it, either their induced rage with that dreadful cannister (pepper spray), or by that stick with the burn of fire (taming rod, electic shock). Though he had learned to control his temper in the company of these dogs, some things were not easily able to avoid. And already, Naxx began to feel his veins pulsing. And sure enough, he -himself, was able to catch a glimps of a few taking a moment to glance to the sky. Are you kidding me? It was beginning to take nearly every effort of his composure to not slit the dogs throat for her treachory, her ability to manipulate others, she wasn't a saint, she was a demon, and demons deserved not to be with the living. Weakening the strength and moral of the pack, causing them to believe in other ordeals other than the ones that truely mattered. If he had to, he'd get Eugene to deal with this rat, but... a good mile's walk to the alley, and he certainly didn't want to leave this bunch alone with the manipulator. Some things required a quick and decisive outcome, -and Naxx's outcomes required nothing more and nothing less than a swipe of aggression to bring about a quick and deciseful outcome to this rodent. He gave a glare of dispute to those who dared to even think about what it was that she was saying. If there was certainly any tree growing, it was about to get cut down, god forbid if any members of the pack that he had helped develope began to have different thoughts and loose focus of what they were trying to accomplish. At the moment, he was debating whether or not the thing would be a worthy kill. He didn't need to listen to these words, and nor did he care, and he pretty sure that Eugene wouldn't appreciate the fact that some radical was trying to distract the pack from their work. And even worse, she was trying to call him the leader of sin? -What sin had he done? -He was here to help, that was all, give others a chance to help themselves so long as they paid back what they owed, right? -Where was the sin in all this? Naxx scoffed at her words, glancing at the dogs, of course, all he saw was the few glances to the sky. [b}"I'll give you once chance to leave here, intact. -If you don't, I'll give the order for your head, is that understood?"

[/b] Naxx said in a manner that even her holier-than-thou self could understand.

"Now get going." He ended, before turning his back on her, hoping to resume his nap.


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[[Pideaux]]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [scrolly:h(325),w(400),sy] She watched with pride in her work as the Wolverine shot glances as those who questioned, a smirk plastered on her face. Some gulped back fear while others just looked at him, confused. None of them could help the thoughts that flowed through their mind now. It's what everyone sought - A meaning. A reason to believe that their end was not the end. That there was something more than this measly life - Something waiting for them. Someone who loved them unconditionally and would continue to do so despite their vices. All they needed to do was believe and change. All they needed to do to assure themselves that they would be happier than they could imagine - Have everything their hearts desired was to believe. She listened to the Wolverine once more, her head tilting to the side as she took him his threats. The smirk never leaving her face. Doidle waited until he turned to leave, waited until eyes fell back on to the small creature and away from their 'leader'. The silence on the street was eerie, it was never this quiet. Yet, through the silence, something broke. A soft low giggle from a tiny being. It sounded almost manic, a crazed high pitched laugh. It reached out to the Wolverine and everyone surrounding, possibly bringing chills down some of their backs. "There's no stopping it, Wolverine. You can't stop it. Everything is going to fall apart around you, Naxx. Unless you embrace Him and accept Him into your life." The child like giggle continued through her words, it was indeed quite creepy. It probably wouldn't be surprising that Doidle knew the Wolverines name to anyone - Just because she had never met him nor been here since the virus broke didn't mean that many didn't know of Naxx and Eugene and their despicable gang. The giggles suddenly stopped as she snapped out at Naxx."If you defy him, you defy us. Be prepared, wolverine. Accept him or die. This is your first and last warning, change your ways. You have no idea of our capabilities. We will not tolerate defiance in His name!" With that, she let out a shrill bark before turning quickly and darting into a hole in the side of the building behind her just large enough for her yet perhaps only large enough for the wolverines leg. She left the area swifty, heading away from where she was really going in case she was followed. She would spend the night elsewhere before heading off to inform Vera of what had transpired. (( lulz - ending this with Doidle since we don't need it to drag out XD - plus it means that I have an opening, possibly with Eugene? Oooh... smexy. )) [/scrolly]