New kid in Town...Oh joy...{PG-13}

[dahliablackwood]

Lyle knew is 'mom' was going to ground him if he went home at such a late hour, but at the moment he didn't care. He was too busy cleaning up his running make up and stinging wounds to care. Some of the kids at school with short tempers decided it would be fun to mess with new Sophomore on campus. Lyle did his best to act and be nice to them but when they started throwing around the gay jokes, he let one of them get a nice slap across the face. he could remember feeling scared and satisfied when he left the brat's face bright red in pain. Unfortunately for him this kid knew how to fight better than him and left him a bit bloodied when he ran off campus crying from the pain.
He wasn't exactly fond of staying in a place for the dead but it was better than going home and getting yelled at by your foster parents. His face still held the constant fear he always had as he took his hoodie up to clean the now drying blood off his forearm. he couldn't resist staring at it as he began making swirl patterns with his fingers.
"I w-wonder what color t-that kid bleeds..."
he was talking to himself as it was his only comfort while he leaned back against one of the headstones.

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] It was an odd notion, to have a graveyard where there were no bodies. Not that he did not understand the symbolism. The people of this town had died in these graves... Who was he to tell them to let go? He imagined if he died he'd be very much attached to his grave. Quite inseparable, actually. Although the thought of human burial had never crossed the wild-born wolf's mind, he did come to understand certain customs of the human world, and the lingering roots it had in this new place. Because this was a new place. Free of the tyranny of humanity, this world was virgin and new. It would cultivate a culture liken to that of its new inhabitants. It would bear the fruit of not human, but creature. These that lived here would slowly shape this ever-growing landscape into a paradise away from the human world - separate from it. And yet... these vampires. They were human once, and their leader still fancied himself male and mortal. Silly thought, this. He was a monster, like them all now. Such preconceived notions of humanity were lost on the wolf - and though this thing that was the dead of man may walk and speak and drink the liquor and blood of man, he is not man himself. He merely wishes it, with all his heart. But dead hearts cannot be granted their wishes. They may only be lain to dust... So appropriate, then, that there was a graveyard handy. "Oh, good evening," the wolf said suddenly, almost cheerfully to the thing he noticed ahead. Garbed in human clothes, but he need not wonder what this thing was in front of him any longer. They were all beasts now. Just as him. Just as the humans that found themselves here, trapped with the animals. They were all the same now... And then, there was the sight of blood. Le Cyll immediately - though of course not hastily - crouched next to the creature with its bloodied face. He had been studying to be a doctor before this whole moving business. He fancied himself one now; and a doctor swears an oath to help the wounded. Strange thoughts... from something like you... "Are... you alright?" he asked, simply. It was very easy indeed to replicate concern now. Although, he admitted to a slight bit of interest as to what had happened to the young man. What else was there to do on an island but be polite and help the needy? So funny...

[dahliablackwood]

Lyle's whole body jumped at the sound of a male voice. he looked up to see a man with an inhuman heir about him. he then look to what he was doing and began scrubbing the blood spirals off his arm. he wouldn't look up as he began to scrub harshly at his cheek. he was shaking slightly as the man asked if he was alright. He felt extremely exposed like this, in his injured state. he has a few eyeliner stained tears run down his cheeks as he stuttered a reply.
"I-I'm fine...J-j-just a f-few scratches..."
he was no louder than a whisper as he spoke. he hurriedly grabbed his hoodie and put it back on before hugging himself to try and relax. He picked up his head for a moment before forcing back to his shoes as he was able to analyze the man with just a glimpse. He looked to be close to his father's age and it scared him. he then choked out a few words that should have sounded harsh but ended up being more as if he was fearful.
"W-what do y-y-you want..."

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] It was a very simple matter, to bypass all this frivolity - though he was a fan - and get down right "to the business" as it is said. The wolf had recently been enjoying a remarkably blunt streak - albeit less blunt than most. But indeed it did seem something of n accomplishment when so faced with tangles of formality and pleasantry. Such things were as if wastes now. Although, they were fun to dabble in. "What do I want?" The wolf took pains to overlook the previous statement, instead focusing on this one. "Hmm well... this is a good question, and one with quite an interesting answer..." What did he want? What an interesting notion... What he wanted... most of all... at this very moment was something to kill. Yes, something ripe and living for the picking. Perhaps wounded and weak. Helpless and alone, without much hope of defending itself if some sultry predator were to decide upon a snack at this faint hour. Something so simple and yet so divine a thing as an easy slay at this very moment, to satiate this urge and quell this sound from within - this lingering terror in madness that seemed to emanate from his very being if only to cause him harm. "...but what I want is irrelevant." the wolf concluded, after only a short pause. "What I intend is much more relevant, and considering my medical status, I intend to help." So saying, the wolf took one quick look over the boy's wounds, not bothering to notice him wiping off the swirls he had drawn with his fingers along his forearm. If he were to notice every strange thing about every strange person... it would quite be madness, wouldn't it? "You appear fine." he said, after only a few seconds. "however I'm afraid the jacket will be ruined." And at this, he was correct. Blood was terribly difficult to get out. He knew only too well. Such a shame, the outfits that lay in waste because of a few splatters of something so inconsequential.

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Lyle never liked indirect answers but didn't really care, though when the man began to look him over, he seemed to squirm in his own skin. he looked up to see he had a predatory look in his eyes, making him look to the side ans shiver. this man was starting to scare him with every passing moment. He wanted to get up and run but knew he couldn't for his body was acting as if it were immobile. he began to chew on his pinky in frustration. When the man stated about his hoodie being ruined he hadn't realized how much blood had stained the sleeve. he let out a shaky sigh and took the hoodie off as to stop him from inhaling the scent of his own dried blood.
"I h-h-have many hoodies, th-th-this one w-won't be m-m-missed..."
he then started to bite down hard onto his little finger in fear and frustration. When it began to bleed he looked at it strangely while watching the crimson life run down his pale hand and to the ground.
"I w-wonder what o-other colors b-b-blood could be...i-i-i hope some i-is blue..."
he was talking to himself as if the other man wasn't there watching him. the crimson substance was just to much of an obsession of his to be ignored.

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] The boy mentioned many sweaters. This seemed appropriate, as he did seem the kind to bleed excessively. Quite enamored with this blood, in fact he seemed to be. Or, in the eye of the oh so obsessive compulsive beholder, it appeared. The wolf was highly observant by nature, and highly more than that aware of mess - specifically organic mess. Life could be so very messy, which is why he preferred to stray away from life as much as inhumanly possible. But, alas, life was without equal; so he must endure it and its messes constantly. Oh well. Such is life. And the boy, with his odd mannerisms, was very fond of his mess, wasn't he, now? His nervous habits had caused more of this despicable substance to form, and the wolf imagined himself cringing from the filthy, sticky fluid much in the way a child balks at a monstrous, hairy spider. It was that primal, this fear of filth and grime and dirt. Cold was clean, and it was from cold that he came. This tropical climate did not suit his thick fur. It caused him seek refuge up near the mountain ranges that collected with snow - and these were the more lovely than the towns. He rather preferred them. But this was besides the point. As was his disgust for this child's blood. The brutal fact of the matter was this dear boy, in his innocence, was playing with blood in a town not so suited for the blood-bearing. And it was indeed becoming dark. The sun had nearly set now, leaving the graveyard less to the eyes of those who might see it as peaceful, and more to those who might view it as dastardly. And indeed it was. The wolf would not be near something so... bloody, when such things as nightfall happened. He refused to even think of it. "Sit up." he commanded, without a second thought for this mess the boy was making. " and stop cannibalizing yourself please... there will be plenty of that later on if you do not stop." Unneeded as it was for the boy to understand the wolf's reference, he did need to listen. It would rather not be safe enough to run at this point in time. He was too near danger and too far the smell to even consider such a run. Instead, he would deal with this problem as it was: by treating it. Without much warning, Le Cyll yanked out a coil of gauze from his jacket - a useful thing, human clothes. They held som any a wonderful trinket. He used this as he seized the boy's hand to staunch the bleeding. Then, just as much without concern or need of the boy's thoughts on the matter, he found more gauze to crumple in the boy's hand, then force to his face. "Hold that there," the dog growled, irritably. It was very late... and he was not at all interested in duking it out with such things as vampires. "Now... Bury that jacket," he said, suddenly. "It will throw them off the scent... Quickly!"

[dahliablackwood]

the instant he heard the order from the man he did as was told. It was then that he realized what he had done and itmade him feel embarassed of his obsession. He was confused on what the man meant by more cannibalizing but becamemore concerned when the man took his hand and warpped his finger. He pulled back with a whimper but couldn't get free until he was let go. He didn't like how this man was treating him at the moment but didn't want to get a beating as he thought would happen if he didn't listen. When he was told to bury his hoodie he gave a short nod and began to dig with his free hand. Thankfully the soil was soft and it didn't takle long to hide the blood stained clothing. He had silent tears running down his face as he finally looked into the man's face with the most terrified purple-blue eyes one may ever see. He was scared out of his mind at the moment and this total stranger barking orders at him wasn't helping.
"w-what now s-sir..."
He was feeble attempt moment wishing he could just crawl into a tree and hide until tomorrow.

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] Le Cyll took no note of the boy's simple, fearful obedience. Such things were lost on the wolf - remarkably acute at deduction though he was. It was always the larger things like that that seemed to evade him - not the instant understanding of the boy's fascination with blood. Although this was not hidden, it was not hard to find for the wolf. And yet, something so obvious as a fear put into someone by only the most cruel of upbringings evaded him. Call it a flaw, but Le Cyll either ignored it or did not see it. He simply spoke his commands and expected they be done. There was no question to it - he was right. He must be obeyed if he was right, and he was indeed very right... The boy had buried his jacket, but not soon enough, it seemed. For just as the wolf was ready to avoid such messy things as a brawl, herein came one for him. Blood... The smell of blood... and now the sun is set and the sound of clawlike fingers scraping over the iron fencing. In a moment, it seemed a few of them were around, oddly distant and calm amongst the strong smell of blood. "Mon dieu..."

[/i] the wolf sighed, deflated by this untimely happenstance. Ah, what shame. This thing must happen in such a way... as to cause him great distaste.

Just because they're dead doesn't mean you can't kill them...

Ah yes. True. Too true, but what of the reward?

No food... Just life. Living is important.

Right. Life. The need of all life was to sustain itself, and that urge was remarkably strong in him. He much preferred living, in a more traditional sense. Oh yes, he did enjoy living. But also he was a predator, not the prey. He understood the concept of fleeing foes and their fates - that the things that run are cowards and prey themselves, and as such must be hewn down. Such things were involuntarily known, and thus ingrained into him.

To run from a predator was to die. He knew, because he would kill whatever ran from him. Easy mathematics. So he stood, despite being innocent of this child's fool blood, and he postured, despite there being no need to.

"Leave us." Effective and icy calm. The gray eyes leered over the... five of them. Oh dear...

No response. What a shame. Just the look of predatory distinction and the indomitable need to feed.

"Alright then..." the wolf did not care for his human guise. He relinquished it for that of the huge, black wolfish animal that would right these fiends.

He took no notice of the boy now. He would help.. or he would not. Either way, it was not important. What was pertinent was his own safety and survival. This was highly more valuable to him than small trinkets like anothers' life. What foolishness. But if he wished it, he would help.

Hopefully by not bleeding quite as much...
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[dahliablackwood]

his fear was almost at it's limit when five blood hungry creatures appeared from crawling over the fence. He did what he seemed to think was best at the moment and hide behind the man. Then when the man was no longer human in form but a great winged wolf, his fear limit was reached. With a bird like screech he let his human form slip and he became his pure white griffin form. His eyes no longer looked to be crying but infuriated at the blood suckers. He quickly took off at them and with a clean swipe clawed down one of its chest. it didn't make much of a scratch but it did make it angry.The one with the claw marks and another then tried to jump on his back and take him down like that. Unfortunately his speed and strength allowed his thrashing to throw them off making one of them sail into a distant headstone with a loud crack. He then gave his bird-like screech before getting his face scratched by the one still on his back. He quickly bit into the hand and in one swift move pulled the vamp off his back and slammed it into the ground. He placed a fore paw over the disoriented creature's head but the one he had thrown was attacking his wing, stopping him from crushing its head.he tried his best to fly and knock them off with his hind legs. once they were sprawled on the ground,He then landed a good distance away, fluffed his feathers out hoping the others wouldn't come near as he didn't want to keep this whole 'i don't care what you are I'll kill you anyway' front.

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] Ah madness... it sets in like a mold, at first irritable then nauseating as the tendrils begin to dig in. Chaos was similar, but it was not quite the same concept. Chaos implied natural entropy, while madness was purely of the design of intelligent creatures. This was madness, and it was through this that the wolf intended to gain advantage. Wearily he ducked in through the ensuing torrent of blows, aiming at the ones that dared attack him. These were not the most kindly of creatures, but they were beyond harm. He need not do so - simply drive them off. The boy though... He had shown some mettle in the end. Quite the useful distraction. He imagined between the two of them there was quick work done of the first wave of battle. But this was just battle. A war was to be fought, and in war there are countless skirmishes. The wolf used his teeth and weight to throw the few the griffin did not get off, but they were returning. Bearing his weight towards the next volley of attacks, he couldn't help but comment. "Fear is the best motivation." And with that, he was fighting again; putting up enough of a fight to make the blood hungry creatures think twice about their endeavors. They were not foolish, nor were they simple-minded. Ant yet it was tenacity that drove them, not sheer, unrelenting hunger. This could be used. It could all be used, and it was. Every moment of weakness the wolf exploited. A simple wing bat to throw one here; a claw rake too send one flinching back. It was secondhand to him.

[dahliablackwood]

he was surprised when the winged wolf helped him by pulling one of the leeches off his back. He brushed it off though as one bit his tail and anoth scratched his throat. He quickly kicked his back legs send the creature through 2 headstones and just barely over the gate. The one now digging it's nails into it's shoulder wasbitten by his beak. He had hold of one of it's arms and shook the vampire around like a rag doll before letting it go, landing face first into the ground. He gave a screech and a few backed off but one charged at him again. He rammed his head into it's chest hearing a few bones break in the process. He knew better than to think it was going to have trouble with air as it didn't wheeze or cough to revive it's lungs. He opened his wings all the way, made his fur stand on end and screeched in what seemed to be anger. Internally he was shaken, in pain, and ready to go home. He didn't want to keep fighting these rather tough creatures.

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] The boy was not terrible at fighting. This at least was a plus... but of course the wolf needed no help with these creatures. You needed not win wars, simply convince the enemy it was not worth their time to combat you. These things had thought the bleeding boy an easy target - who else bleeds in a vampiric town? But this seemed not to be the case. The wolf, marveling at this, slowly receded from the battle. He did not help the boy because he felt any sympathy for him, but if the boy fell to these creatures then he may do the same after they finished with him. So it was much more enjoyable to use him to distract them so both of them would remain unscathed. Ironic, how the selfish thing was also the most selfless. But now he need not worry. As the wolf lay back on his haunches and watched the fight with mild, detached interest the boy slowly began to ward them off. He had convinced them that they were not as easily satiated their sanguinary delights as they'd hoped. And with this they eventually backed off - slowly. The wolf curled his tail around himself, front paws lain out long and slender before him in a lazy stretch. They had won. Perhaps this was a good thing. He did enjoy this place and this confrontation would impress upon the not-so-peaceable citizens of it the extent of his ability of self protection. Simply put, fight now, spare the struggle later. "Thank you," was the simple response, after the boy had decently fought back the final of the creatures. There was not explanation given for this, nor was there much of an appreciation behind it. It was genuine, of course, but not in such a way that most people would find attractive. Call it a respect of the logic, not the motion. The dead words served just as they were meant to, without feeling of conviction put in them. The wolf simply sat there now, licking the blood from his paws. Some of it was his. Some of it was the creatures' rotted filth, and some was from his attempts to bandage the boy. Either way, blood was blood and blood was food. He spread the individual claws to clean away the mottled treat. "Where did this obsession come of, if you don't mind my asking?" This was directed at the wolf's first impression of the boy. He had been staring at blood when the wolf found him. Although this information was not immediately used, now that the wolf was convinced of the boy's use he was more interested in the consequence of the psyche. So he was curious, if only slightly. He continued to clean his front paws, as if obsessively.

[dahliablackwood]

when the creatures began to back off and leave, he slowly allowed his tensed body to relax. this lasted only a moment when the wolf decided to speak up. he turned around with scared eyes normally not seen on such a proud creature. he backed up as his ears folded back in his somewhat phobia of canines. the still fresh memories flashed though his head of his dad trapping him in a cave and letting wolves bite and mangle his untrained 12 year old body. he picked up an arm and rubbed it in a nervous way over his other one. he looked away as to not scare himself into running while he spoke.
"I-I-I don't kn-kn-know...I g-g-g-guess its b-b-because of wh-what i went th-through when i was s-s-s-small..."
his eyes teared up at the god awful memories as he didn't want to relive the wolf ones anytime soon.
"p-p-please take y-y-your human shape a-a-again... our r-r-real form s-s-s-scares m-me..."

[Я Є Đ WOLF]

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[bg=4e4e4e] The wolf nodded, carefully - it was an odd thing to see a wolf do, but there was in his mind no difference between the two forms and their behaviors - so he nodded in his wolf form and growled in his human. He preferred his true form - as for the longest time he had no idea that he could be so devious as to change. What use was there in the tundra, he reasoned? But alas... although he had no concept of understanding this strangely violent and fearful Griffin's violence and fear, he determined that there was no point in provoking either if he wanted his answers to be more understandable. So he retained a more human appearance. "What happened when you were small..." The wolf paused, not for emphasis although this would have been an appropriate time to place it - but because he'd noticed just now that he hadn't gotten the boy's name. Yes, he would not like to have it, but it was much easier to recall those who he knew the names of. And you never did know who you needed to recall. So he politely introduced himself. "Pleased to meet you. I am Le Cyll. And you are...?" This bout of sociality, uncharacteristic as it may seem, was just the opposite. The wolf did enjoy socializing - just... in certain circumstances. These fit the exact perimeters, so he was readily willing to be intelligible with this creature. Ah yes, having conversations with people in graveyards after the struggled for life still leaves you hotblooded indeed was a good time. Of course it was. Why not?

[dahliablackwood]

when he saw the wolf take human shape he himself followed and returned to his frail appearance. He kept his distance still as he knew it was canine but not in form. He looked at his feet when he asked what happened when he was small. He never really talked about it to anyone, not even his foster mom. He picked his head up some as he gave an explanation of few words but one could fill in the blanks of what he was saying.
" m-my dad wasn't a-a-a nice person...he d-d-did many t-t-things that h-hurt me..."
His eyes didn't retreat to the floor when his name was asked but he was a bit hesitant at first.
" My n-name is Lyle... N-nice to meet you.."
Anyone that was observant could tell he didn't seem too sure about his last few words as he began to chew on his pinky, doing the best he could not to draw blood this time.