Again, young Fitzpatrick... [Any]

[Electus]

"Da da da da da PRESTO! PRESTO!"[/color] cackled a haunting voice. The black and slightly red wolf that the voice belonged to stumbled and swayed in erratic steps, as if in some kind of horrid trance. His dirty and grotesque claws dragged furrows into the ground as he went, criss-crossing this way and that near the border of Sallin.

"Once again, young Fitzpatrick..."[/color] Cohen mumbled incoherently, the words tumbling over one another. Suddenly his voice increased in volume, and a mad laugh spilled from his jaws. "ONCE AGAIN, FITZPATRICK!"[/color]

The sudden outburst was followed by low mutterings. "A pity, but it had to be done...now...go get his body, yes his body...And arrange it on that rock there. Oh yes, that's just fine! JUST...FINE!"[/color] the manic wolf slashed the air with one clawed paw, raking the air in sudden jerks before continuing on his mad patrol. Oh, he hoped someone would come along...his art needed...help and he certainly wanted some.

He growled and spat at whatever was in his path, be it animal or tree. One unfortunate rabbit suddenly jumped out in front of him and froze when Cohen locked his dreadful gaze upon it. "NO! I don't want THIS! I don't need this trash! Out of my sight you worthless worm! OUT!"[/color]

Suddenly, his claws shot out and he tore at the poor creature, ripping it limb from limb and tossing the remains aside. "That's not what I need at all...I need...WOLVES! I need something warm. I need something...something...worthy of art! Something...vicious...something..."[/color]

Cohen clawed at the air and snapped with dirty fangs at his surroundings. He raked dirt from the ground, growling and sputtering out broken laughter.

"I need a fresh BODY!"[/color] he cackled.

[nightblood]

Black paws moved silently across the lands of Sallin. Blue eyes flashed in the coming and going of the sun spots shining through the leaves as Damian walked, darting about as if waiting for something to jump out and attack him. In truth, he was simply watching for suspicious activity. There was no room in Sallin for traitors and conspirators, let alone mutineers. There was one more type of being that Damian thought there could be less of. Unfortunately, there was no law against them, so there was no legal way he could chase them off unless they killed something or someone that could have been of value to NightShade or the pack. The type of canine Damian was referring to was those with minds that were... different.

No, the Guardian had no qualms with those who disagreed with him or the pack. It was those wolves without the same mental state of health the rest of them were in. And what should he hear now than the cries of one of those delightful subjects of Sallin... How utterly wonderful.

Sallin could not tolerate these manacle loose-cannons that seemed to be drawn here. If Damian hadn't been so terrified of confronting NightShade or Kaine with the issue, he might have complained long before now. However, as much as he hated living in this cursed territory, he still liked life. He wouldn't be whining about a few off-kilter maniacs any time soon.

As he came into view of the strange canine, Damian took note of the newly-ripped-up rabbit lying on the ground. As much as he enjoyed figuring out how the limbs had been ripped off so dramatically, he wondered why the meat was out in the dirt and not in his stomach. Surely this dark wolf had been hungry after the kill? Go figure maniacs, though. He mentally tossed the question aside and inched closer to the male, getting ready to defend himself should the strange creature attack him.

"You'll have to wait for the next war to kill another wolf. Either that or take a Sentry's post and kill the recruits. I doubt NightShade would like that, though."

[Electus]

"You'll have to wait for the next war to kill another wolf. Either that or take a Sentry's post and kill the recruits. I doubt NightShade would like that, though."

Cohen suddenly reeled about to face Damian, rolling his eyes in their sockets as fast as nature would allow them to roll. He slowly lifted his head, and was then still.

"A dead one? Oh no. Oh no no no no. That would never do. NO IT WOULD NEVER DO! Unless...you are willing to volunteer? But no, that can't be right! Can it? No! No no no! It can't be! So there! That's settled. You are not here to offer yourself in the name of art."[/color] Cohen traced lines into the ground with one claw, as if he hadn't defaced dirt enough already today.

"But maybe you'd be willing to do something...else? Nothing is on the border today, so my duties are not needed. Nor are the services of those on said border! Ha ha ha! So...if it please you. I would request that you take that rabbit that and arrange it like so..."[/color] he gestured to the way the corpse looked now, "And arrange it like that on that rock there?"[/color]

Cohen hesitated, eying Damian with his dull yellow eyes. "But perhaps you need some motivation? A reward? No, I should perish the thought! No need for rewards, no no no! Not until everything is perfect! So there you are, young Fitzpatrick! If you can do some things for me, you get a little prize! But no spoiling what it is...ha ha!'[/color]

[nightblood]

Wow, this one was a talker. Damian strained his ears to catch every word, afraid of having to deal with one of those retched claws that the young monster was so lucky to own. Shame they didn't belong to a saner wolf. He'd have to watch himself closely around this one, else he'd finish the job that his first attacker had started at his face. Although there were many things in this world he'd rather not see, he'd still like the chance to continue watching where he was going.

The thought crossed his mind that it would be a good time to vomit at what this insane wolf was asking him to do. However, he reminded himself that it was he who would normally ingest such a creature. rearranging it in a different location seemed hardly a horrid task compared to that.

"Alright, I'll do it," he mumbled, deciding to humor the crazed male. He spoke a bit more clearly as he approached the dead rabbit "What do they call you?"

Lowering his muzzle and taking the majority of the body carefully up in his jaws, afraid that damaging the thing would set the mad wolf into a frenzied mass-killing, Damian placed the rabbit on the rock that the darker male had specified. As best as he could, he arranged it to be in an identical position that it had previously been in. He repeated the process with each limb, nudging each piece with his nose until he figured it matched as perfectly as possible.

"How's that?"

[Brink]

“Ya know, that’s a waste of damn good food.”

Hallowed approached ‘Jack the Ripper’ and the amnesiac in a leisurely stroll, as if weren’t Sallin, but some happy-go-lucky pack full of hopes and dreams. His day had been unremarkable in all ways until now. After harassing a few mutt slaves, he had decided to take a stroll, maybe socialize a bit with any of the other psychos that happened to up and about. If he had known that he’d encounter these two, he’d probably have just kept on bugging those stupid dogs.

He took a long look at the ‘art’ that was now placed on the rocks, shaking his head slightly. He felt no attraction to the prospect of tearing up a rabbit just to place it a goddamn rock. It was food, not ‘art’. He didn’t actually understand the point of art. It was a strange human concept that had no real point in his mind. “Crazy sonofabitch,” he muttered under his breath, although he was inarguably just as crazy as Cohen. Unlike ‘Jack’, he didn’t spout psychobabble when alone (or accompanied for that matter) and he certainly didn’t put corpses in odd positions. Even for Hallow’s standards, that was just plain screwed up.

”Now that the old hag’s back, I doubt she’ll tolerate you squandering away Sallin’s food supply for your little... art projects.” His distaste for the rather disturbing on-goings was clearly evident in his tone. Irked, he moved his gaze away from the dismembered hare. The constant feeling of agitation was starting to get to him and these two certainly weren’t going to improve his mood…

[Electus]

”Now that the old hag’s back, I doubt she’ll tolerate you squandering away Sallin’s food supply for your little... art projects.”

Doubt.

Doubt!?

The word almost burned into Cohen's mind, setting off a chain reaction of sparks and impulses in the mad wolf's brain. For a second he looked like he was going to tear Hallow to pieces, or spit fire. Or both. However, neither was forthcoming.

"DOUBT!? DOUBT!? I don't need any....any DOUBTS! To hell with you! To hell with all you fucking DOUBTERS! Here's what I think of all of you!"

With a sudden swift slash, the rabbit was once again scattered upon the ground, and the manic creature responsible looked about ready to tear Hallow apart. But the cunning wolf was not so stupid as that. He suddenly reared up, laughter erupting from his maw. His eyes filled with glee as he laughed.

"I'm coming down to teach you how to dance, little fish! Haaa! Ha ha HA!"[/color]

By now, Cohen had been agitated into an absolute frenzy. Any further words that had the chance of pushing him farther would have resulted in violence, packmate or no.

[nightblood]

Damian rolled his eyes at the third male as he spoke. Brilliant crazies... They knew exactly how to upset one another at first glance. The only trouble was- they didn't know how to pick their fights. Didn't the new male even GLANCE at those claws before he spoke? And who accepts these nut-cases anyway? The Guardian had half a mind to report them to NightShade. Surely she couldn't bare to have such off-the-wall members such as these unless they served some purpose? If they weren't at war, what use could they be?

"You brought this on yourself," Damian said to the newcomer, rounding away from the enraged wolf and toward the bushes.

He wasn't about to get between two nut-jobs in a scrap. At least not alone and not with one having human daggers as claws. He'd sit this one out and report the incident to Kaine when he got the chance. After all, who was he to get in the way of a training session? Smirking, he sat down on the sidelines, out of view of the crazed male and therefore, hopefully, out of harm's way.

[Brink]

Oh dear god. Off Cohen went again, spouting some almost indiscernible nonsense, about doubt or something. Hallowed hadn’t actually meant to set the psycho off, he was just making a point. Still, the ease with which he had done so amused him… ‘Jack’ was more insane than he had first believed him to be. This was something he could use to his advantage, though.

"I'm coming down to teach you how to dance, little fish! Haaa! Ha ha HA!"

Leaning down, he plucked a limb from the dismembered rabbit neatly off ground and gulped it down. “Fish? Hey, what the hell is he talking about?” his question wasn’t directed at the maniacal freak, but at the younger wolf who had been with him. He looked up to find Damian gone. Well… not gone, but not where he had been last. “Running are you, coward?” Hallow gave a satisfied smirk, as he strutted towards the Guardian who had chosen to take himself out of harm’s way.

[Electus]

But Cohen was suddenly still, his face serious. "Ah. You must forgive the little outburst. I hope you understand. Simply an artist and his temperament is all. Sometimes the strain of my work affects my temper. Such unpleasantness can be avoided in the future, I hope."[/color]

The manic wolf smiled easily, sitting down on his haunches. "No need to hide! We are all packmates, are we not?
"[/color]

Cohen sighed, but anyone could tell there was nothing to it. "Indeed, the Queen has returned to grace us with her presence. I assume she will attempt to assess how her pack has grown so...weak. Most likely her idiot son will try to blame us for that."[/color] He laughed.

[nightblood]

“Running are you, coward?”

"I'd rather live to take out a few enemies than be killed by one of our own, wouldn't you?" Damian answered quickly to quell any doubt from the second crazy. Then again, would they both even care about loyalties?

"Ah. You must forgive the little outburst. I hope you understand. Simply an artist and his temperament is all. Sometimes the strain of my work affects my temper. Such unpleasantness can be avoided in the future, I hope."

The Guardian did a double take. Wasn't this the demon who made him arrange his dead rabbit on a rock not two minutes before?

"No need to hide! We are all packmates, are we not?"

"I thought so..." Damian answered, still befuddled as he came out of the bushes.

"Indeed, the Queen has returned to grace us with her presence. I assume she will attempt to assess how her pack has grown so...weak. Most likely her idiot son will try to blame us for that."

"Heh... Could always blame the slaves. They've been acting up a bit... Growing a bit of bravery... or stupidity. Either or. They'll have the Warden down on them soon."

With the maniac's change of mindset, maybe it was a good idea to keep up a normal act so that he'd stay... normal. That crazed side of him definitely should stay on the battle front where it belonged.

[Brink]

Ooc; Sorry about any mistakes. Been really busy. >>

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After having observed Cohen’s first, rather sudden (and violent) mood swing, the second one didn’t surprise Hallow. This one didn’t come with any threats of fish and dancing, so he figured that addressing him would be relatively safe.

"No need to hide! We are all packmates, are we not?”

“Indeed we are. Maybe we should start acting like it.” The wolf slowly circled the pair, wearing a smile that was borderline evil.


"Indeed, the Queen has returned to grace us with her presence. I assume she will attempt to assess how her pack has grown so...weak. Most likely her idiot son will try to blame us for that."

"Heh... Could always blame the slaves. They've been acting up a bit... Growing a bit of bravery... or stupidity. Either or. They'll have the Warden down on them soon."

He stopped circling “Jack” and Damian. Annoyed by the turn of the conversation, he took a seat next to the psycho. “While the old bitch was gone, someone should have taken out her stupid brat. Would’ve made pack life a lot more enjoyable ‘round here and maybe the pack wouldn’t have started to collapse....” Treasonous though it was, it was Hallowed’s opinion… and he really didn’t care what anyone else thought of the matter. “And if she didn’t want Sallin’s numbers to dwindle, maybe she shouldn’t have left… or maybe when she did leave, she could have left someone with some sense in charge, since her twit of a son doesn’t seem to have any.”

Now that he was done committing treason, he turned to Cohen. “I’m sure the Warden would be able to provide you with a fresh body. Sallin’s got more than enough useless slaves.