Painted Faces~

[Pirate ҉]

(Anyone can join in, but this is mainly for Caribbean to have a little reunion with his long lost brother Damian)

Ebony nails clicked softly against the worn-down pavement as a slender legged canine trotted in a rhythmic pace, it’s hindquarters swaying with each step. A cheerful hum slithered from his tongue as he moved in an upbeat trot, his feathery tail drawing loops in the air. Honey brown irises shifted along the streets, a mischievous glint growing brighter as his maw dropped open and curved into a grin. “Well, well, well…this place is kind of tidy for a “Ruined City”. Ha, wonder who named it that…” He chuckled, and twitched his large radar like ear as he gazed at the area before him. “Well…might as well make this place fit it’s name!”

With that, he trotted to a store, which had faded green paint peeling off the walls in great clumps. The door to the store was swung open, and the top hinge appeared to be broken, causing the door to sway back and forth with a shrill creaking noise when the wind picked up. His lean painted frame slipped inside the gloomy building silently, his maw pulled into a grin. His irises seemed to glow in the darkness, as his pupils dilated, taking in as much light as possible in the somber store. Glancing around, he saw that is was a small store where the humans bought there strange food wrapped in plastic. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled as he suddenly rolled his weight to his back legs and propped his front pillars on a shelf.

There was a row of bulky plastic containers shaped like little jugs. A creamy golden russet glop of paste inside the container gave of a delicious nutty aroma. Caribbean’s grin broadened, “This calls for an investigation!” His lips pulled away from his ivories as he clamped down on the jug and lowered himself to the tile. With a quick crunch of his jaws, his pointed daggers sunk into the sides of the container and the creamy paste like substance oozed into his jaws. Bean released the container and ran his tongue along his lips, then began to make lip-smacking noises as the paste caused his tongue to stick to the roof of his mouth. “Mmm nomnomnom.” he murmured softly as he continued.

[damian]

A lithe stilt legged canine effortlessly strode across the pavement. Paw-pads rough from years of traveling across this surface. Auburn irises glinted slightly beneath a blanket of darkness. He hummed rather sadistically as he imagined Sol, he'll hopefully meet his new alpha again. A demented cackle slid from his black lips. Ivory tipped plume of a tail curled happily over his spine. It's hard to know he wasn't always this cruel and manipulative, his mommy taught him pretty much everything to him. The sadistic canine was heartless and she wanted her 'perfect' pup to be too. In reality he cared less about being the favorite, he actually wanted to stay in Africa and help his sister. Oddly enough he missed the sickly feminine. A tight sigh escaped past the glimmering shards as he skimmed his surroundings.

The charming devil wondered how his brother was doing. He also wondered if daddy survived the lions. Tail dropped and he looked vulnerable for a second. How this made him yearn for company but be destined alone. He was a true monster deep down, nothing he could do about it. The temptations to hurt, trick, break. Was just too good and satisfying to pass up, he planned to do a truly horrible thing in the pack.

A jagged breeze buffeted past the tall canid bringing forth an odd odor. It was similar to his, maybe too similar. Crimson irises shot toward a ruined building, maybe a store. His throat clenched as he replayed over and over of the happening of his family. He never knew if his brother ever died. He relieved his anxious-ness with a sigh as he slowly approached the store. Lips arched to reveal his glittering incisors, his mood clouded to his manipulative and devious expression. How interesting.... he gloated as he slithered trough the broken door, pupils enlarged to adjust to the darkness. An rather annoying smacking noise met his dome like receptors. He couldn't help but cackle, "Caribbean" a voice like a purr drifted from his lips. "What a surprise! I've missed you so much," sincere excitement tinted his gaze so it turned more brown. His accent rung sounding a lot like mother's. He approached closer to him, banner swaying with happiness.

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Caribbean continued to run his tongue along his jaws, trying to remove the sticky brown substance. It was delicious, but having it get stuck between your teeth and on the roof of your mouth was too big of a pain. With a grumble he gave one more big swallow and sighed with relief. The aroma still wafted into his nostrils but he refused to take another lick. Too much work. A sudden creak of the broken door caused Caribbean’s left radar to twitch. His muscles immediately tightened and he spun around in one swift movement, his golden brown irises narrowing and a grin to pull up his left cheek. He lashed his wispy tail, rocking his weight from his left paw to his right paw and back again in fluid bouncing motions. He rolled his shoulders and scraped his blunt ebony claws against the dusty tile, causing a shrill squeak to echo into the abandoned shop. A familiar scent suddenly caused his irises to glint and his eyebrows to raise. A moment later, the stranger took the form of his younger brother…Damian.

Hearing his name slip from his brother’s jaws, caused Caribbean’s crown to tilt and his maws to part, “Why….if it isn’t mommy’s perfect pup.” His tone was light and joking, but it held a darker meaning. He watched as Damian trotted closer to him and grinned slightly. “My my my, haven’t you grown Dami!” He chuckled and trotted in a fluid circle around the other canine, his irises running over his brother’s lean build. “It’s been a while…hmm, about a year and half wouldn’t you say?” He quit circling Damian and stopped directly in front of him, his neck stretched forward and he touched noses with his brother, his tail beating the air.

Questions poured from his lips as he grinned cheerfully at his brother, “How’s mother and father? Does mother still treat you like a god? Oh! What about “Little Angel? Has she grown stronger? Last I remember, she was a sickly little one. Wait, wait, wait, did mother finally recognize Angel as a strong beautiful leader? Wait, are you the leader now or something? Hold up, you can’t be, If your so far from home! Unless, you turned into a loner like myself. Oh! Wait, when did you leave the pack? Did you get stronger? Hmm, your still a bit smaller than me but you look a little stronger. Well…at least your not half staved. That’s good, right?” He found himself short of breath, but his excitement didn’t waver. He suddenly narrowed his eyes challengingly, his grin broadening, and his lips curling slightly. “Let’s see just how tough you’ve gotten brother.” Without any warning, Caribbean kicked off the tile powerfully, propelling himself into the air. His ivories gleamed in the weak light and his honey irises glinted dangerously. He may be the biggest fuck-up in his parents eyes, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fight.

[damian]

Damian cackeld quite un-effected, "It wasn't so pleasant being mommy's little spawn... I had to do everything she wanted," he replied rather bitterly as he recalled the violent training his mother did with him. Damian wasn't first born, he wasn't amazing. So his father didn't really care so he wanted attention from mother, he slightly regrets being chosen as her succesor type thing. Dome like ears pressed against his skull as he felt the hatred waft around his brother but then reside. He knew that Caribbean was a screw-up but he didn't understand the feelings he had for his own sibling. Flinching as his nose grazed his he smirked. "Yes quite a while, brother" he couldn't help the similarity his tone had with his mom, he bet the accent angered Caribben but he couldn't help it.

Damon's brain slipped into an almost trance like state as he remembered the jorney here, his father, mother, the hunting, his poor sister lost, aybe dead. Fangs clenched in pain, he's a monster, a proud pained monster. His brother deep down had to hate him as much as he enjoyed hurting people. Images of mother's dying body as she fainted from sickness, even after death she cursed him. He wasn't treated as good as people thought, when alone she pretty much tortured his brain with demented words. She worped him and changed him into a morbid creature.

Damian was shot to reality as he was hammered with questions. "Our parents are dead. Mom died of sickness and dad was murdered by lions," his voiced held no remorse and oddly enough his lips curled into a twisted grin. The god comment sent him to bite back a bitter tone, "No, she never treated me as a god. How little do you know, you never knew what she did with me," he seemed to be hiding his hurt as he spewed his secret. "No, Angela was neve even payed attention to our sister... She's alone out there, dad's dead," he said sadly. He himself was about to ask questions before he was intteruted by Carri springing into action, he sidestepepd rather sloppy stumbling into an shelf that toppled into a dust billowing crash. Neck exteded as he lunged forward attemting to snap onto the back of his shoulder if he sped past him.

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(Since we already did this entire thread, might as well close it. Considering we know exactly how it ends. Caribbean kicks Damian's butt, then they depart.)