IF IT LIVES I CAN KILL IT // MURDER

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He ate them.

He could see them, hear them, smell them in every direction, and his skin split with desire, sets of teeth gaping and snapping at air, gnashing along his legs and sides and sprawling in a graceless curve down his neck. Reaper lost count after four, a family lounging by the border who fell to his fangs and claws, and their cries drew more. He shivered with anticipation, bloodied saliva dripping from each bared mouth, and their flesh sloppily gave way to his teeth. In his excitement, his enjoyment, bits of gnawed skin and tissue smattered the border, crimson spatters on stone and tree.

He was still hungry.

It devoured him just as much as he did, tearing into these bodies with no care for the gore lodged in his claws and fur. He wanted more, and more, and more-

"Monster." It took him a moment to focus on the speaker, several sets of eyes attempting to fixate at once. It was alive, but dying, on its side with holes torn along its belly from Reaper's questing mouths. It stared at him as he dropped the other corpse and prowled toward it, until its head was forced back in order to keep looking. His tongue lolled out, sliding along his muzzle, catching leftovers.

"Not a monster," he crooned, dragging his claws down from its face to the start of its ribs, and his head lowered, nose to nose. "Death." His paw went intangible and drove slowly through, until he grasped the frantic beat of life and tore it free, swallowing it down with a snarled groan. Not enough. Never enough.

Reaper stumbled back, glancing around at the bodies. There were seven, maybe. Hard to tell, even harder to remember. He needed to finish this. Soon. Then he could sleep again, and forget this hunger. With an exhale, he vanished.
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Shinigami. The term usually brought fear in the eyes of those that knew what the term meant in Japanese and English. A Death God. Most believed that a Shinigami was a bringer of death, and in some cases that was exactly what they were. Ichigo had no reason to believe that they weren't as there were sometimes sent to dispatch a certain target that was deemed a threat long ago. However, majority of the time they weren't killing anyone unless it was a corrupted spirit. He wasn't a killer, far from being one. He had only ever killed two beings in his entire life, one of which had been entirely on accident and impulse. Although excuses weren't supposed to be used as he had completely decimated the creature that had tried to attack him during a time of war after the warning that he had given out. He had nearly killed his friends before, although it was during a time that he hadn't had control of his body and he was lucky that others had managed to take him out before he could do anything worse. He was extremely powerful and strong in his own way, but he was also aging at a significant pace.

He wasn't always sane and in the greatest condition and that could end up leaving him weak if he wasn't careful. Having been given the title of Shinigami when he was barely a year old meant that he dealt with plenty of death in the past. He had seen many different ways someone could dismember a corpse and leave it for someone to find. Hearing the wailing screams of the spirits that belonged to those that just died. Begging him to give them another chance at life because they didn't want to die. Ichigo couldn't grant them that wish as he wasn't capable of bringing back life. Like most creatures, he was only capable of taking away. He could try to save someone's life, but that was about all he could do. Ichigo wasn't an actual god, as he was as mortal as one could be. He simply had different attributes to the rest of him. Ichigo could say that he had gotten used to seeing lines and lines of corpses, especially during the times of war. This didn't mean the Shinigami didn't get extremely angry though when he did see it anyway. The Shinigami had spent the last year completely alone and by himself. He didn't have to deal with clan drama or violence over the course of that time just living alone. The armored creature was used to seeing death, and the scent of smell drew him in like any other predator.

The creature had a feeling that there was something off, and the scene of the crime was quiet, until a small whooshing of air signalled Ichigo's arrival using his teleportation. It was far easier for him to use his power than to try and walk all the way around. A disgusted look spread across his face as he looked at the corpses that were on the ground. Raising one of his paws to realize that he was standing in some of the corpse's blood. It was a massacre from the looks of it. Could he tell what kind of creature it was? He wasn't that it. It certainly wasn't anything that was after him, nothing spiritual did this or he would be able to sense it happening. There were paw prints that were leaving the scene, whether they ended up disappearing or not he didn't know. The corpses seemed to be ripped open, and based on the bite marks on the exposed bone, partially eaten. He had seen this one before in the clan that he had once existed in and lead. It was horrible, and then they finally found the beast. Ichigo wasn't that much of a match because he couldn't use his powers. His head looked in the direction where the scent had come from. Ichigo did go around and close the eyes of those that were killed, checking to make sure that their spirits had managed to go to the afterlife, and if they didn't he would help them along with it. Ichigo didn't call attention to the murder as he didn't want to draw in the youngsters that resided in this place. A flicker of black flames came off of the tip of his tail before disappearing completely. [color=crimson]"It looks like we're finally getting some action. What do you intend to do?" A familiar voice rang in his head, causing Ichigo to flick one of his ears as if trying to dismiss the voice. "Shut up" Was all Ichigo answered, before letting a sigh escape his throat.


//Just making sure! Is there any scent to track or scent to follow?

[GABRIEL]

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CRYPTICWHISPER is an Angelus Divine, in the form of a 5ft Angeline (which range from 4 to 6ft) - he is of the exceedingly rare 'black Ichor' caste of which only a theorised handful exist [mine].
Currently he resides in Sunhaven and is considered 'fallen' by his divine brethren for his renegade status. Aura and abilities are black-purple as is signature to black Ichor caste. Wears silver-black 'black star' armour & wields the Eclipse Sword.

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eerie cold eyes scanned across the scene.

and perhaps it said something to past experience that he'd seen far gruesomer sights - still, such acts, he closed his eyes and sighed through his nose - he'd forgotten that mortal planes held such violence amidst themselves, foolish to think his time of refuge would be largely massacre free - outside of conflicts between groups.

He stopped some feet behind Ichigo, silver-black plating strangely silent in his movements - but then he had been designed to be a perfect killer, silent when needs must - while the feathered swaths fluttered idly before settling at his movement, pooling like a violent shadow about his form as he stood glancing about.

he caught the scent of the border group from before - the ascendants then? hm.

"Ascendant done then" he rumbled from behind the scarred cougar watching as the death god went and closed the eyes of each victim in approval - it did bare to respect the dead, let them have peace than become revenants or lost souls.

he'd seen far too many after the last great war of the nine - caused far too many in what felt like a near unwinnable conflict to either side.

he glanced at the death god's words - to himself - but didn't comment, it wasn't his place to no matter the aura.

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[glow=purple,2,300]C R Y P T I C W H I S P E R[/glow]

[glow=purple,2,300]ALL THESE THINGS ARE NOW BEFORE ME, ENDLESS DEATH OR TIMELESS GLORY[/glow]

© ceilidh

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As time moved on Sunhaven was getting attacked again and again. It seemed that Lady Fate had no mercy in store for the seaside group and she wasn't about to spare them any soon. Not with her sickness and not even with their troubles with the Ascendants. Even smelling the scent of blood and broken flesh, decay and rot the lone leader did nothing but move forward as if in a daze. Her eyes lingered on nothing and yet she was seeing everything at once. Hearing screams in her head, words drifting in and out as if played like a movie and captured in time. The world had gone black for her, faces and images shifting as her black eyes looked toward the man corpses that laid upon their lands. These were innocent creatures, builders, sellers, those that had all been taken away and for what purpose and point. Because the Ascendants just wouldn't say away. It was a burden, a harsh recollection of the moments that had passed by and had become reality. Her chest ached as she walked, overly heated from because of her sickness slowly pushing past the ones that had already showed up at the scene. They were here but then they were not at the same time and she barely heard their voices as they lifted up into the air. A gurgling sound lifted from her throat, words too hard to form and stressing her weakened form, so she said nothing.

Instead she lowered her muzzle, that black ooze slipping out from between clenched teeth and onto a corpse. Her nostrils also oozed with the same liquid but her jaws merely moved to grasp the half eaten corpse and pull it with her. The body made a sickening noise but the woman didn't care, her mind was set and her mission was made. She had to tell them about this or perhaps die trying. Whatever the outcome was she was already sick enough that jumping her would look more like a crime then anything else. And if she did leave Sunhaven behind Bucky was able enough to step up in her place. A necessary sacrifice to stop this....stop it from getting out of hand and murdering them all.

"SPEECH"

♡marina monroe - helion - sunhaven♡

[miss ririchiyo]

LUCERYS VELARYON // M, 20 M/O // SUNHAVEN

"gods, this smell is killing me." lucerys chirped as the griffon landed not far behind ichigo, golden eyes gazing over the dead bodies scattered throughout. ascendants? as in the group that they had raided? lucerys hadn't been here for very long, but he knew those star worshipping idiots were bad news.

"may they rest in peace." lucerys muttered the soft prayer, a quick one, in valyrian tongue, before fluffing his feathers up in frustration. "so? we going after them, or just.. letting this go? why not cause some chaos?" lucerys suggested cheekily, a smile on his features. it was obvious that causing chaos was like a second nature to the griffon, but he'd stay silent.

WHY SHOULD I PLAY THIS GAME OF PRETEND?

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With every morning came a refreshed preconception of certain grief, each passing day never failing to deliver on expectations. Whether it was political tribulation, or coming across a cadaver baring but a mere portion of untouched skin, the rest eaten or wounded, Sunhaven’s status as a comfortable spot to live was quickly faltering. It was rare of the mustelid to leave his house now, owing to the incredulous magnitude of fear he was fed on a daily basis, for the possibility of becoming this mystery-predator’s next snack always held its place in the atmosphere. Every now and then, when the wolverine dared to escape the foundations of his crash pad for a breather, tosh like this transpired. Whomever dwelled in the shadows and preyed on unsuspecting Sunhavensfolk, Wendell wished to say to their ugly mug, that they were as bent as a nine-bob note. Lives were meeting their ends in a similar fashion to a fly to a flyswatter; it seemed that there was a chance you could go, just like that, murdered by a being who had much more control than you did.

Six. Six piles of flesh and bone free for anyone’s eyes to see, the rotten stench of carrion nauseating the mustelid. Six. Now, that was a little overboard, wasn’t it? He didn’t wish to look, didn’t want to see - yet he couldn’t help himself. His chocolate hues gaped at the sight, a half-dozen once-alive ‘Haveners now limp in form, remnants of their last moments fading away with each coming second. Wendell lusted for soppy tears to stream down his bristly cheeks. None came.

His lower jaw hung ever so slightly, awe at the sight plagueing his brain. This was not an act of hate, it was an act of exhilaration. He could read it by the bodies’ positions, the plentiful sod bodily fluids enclosing the stretch, and the visible feature that every body unwillingly wore: bite marks, and missing chunks of meat. Those also present included the Ichigo fellow, along with another two he hadn’t met before; and, in the corner of the horrific scene, one could spot Marina, hauling along a seventh lifeless husk.

Shock overtook forlorn Wendell. Seeing as how he was too late to do anything to save these poor sods, and of too low of status to actually call for an action that would make a change, he’d lay down, the humble chin of a wolverine’s noggin resting haphazardly on his large paws. Too weak to actually speak any words, his  overwhelmed eyeballs did all the talking for him - ”please,”, they shrieked; and that was all.

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Everyone reacted to death differently with each other. The groups that were used to seeing the aspect of death usually didn't bat an eye to death and believed that if their friend died that hey would only come back. Which usually wasn't the case, which is why he always treated the aspect of someone dying as something that was permanent. Not everyone was lucky enough to be reincarnated, and he knew the next time that he himself died he was most likely going to stay dead from that point on. Then there were groups such as the one that he had lead for a couple years that wasn't exactly used to death, but also wasn't at the degree of being numb to it all. Those that had never been in a clan before would realize that there was plenty of violence to be had within the groups. Some said that joining a clan would be the safest course of action when it came to finding shelter, but sometimes it was the exact opposite. Ichigo had been astonished by how violent the groups were till one another instead of finding out an ultimatum at the end so that they would be able to work together. Ichigo knew that there were never be peace in the world. Violence and peace needed to balance each other out, and with animals such as themselves mixed with other beast it also just meant that a fight would break out eventually. Ichigo had no idea what was happening between the Ascendants and Sunhaven. He didn't even know who the Ascendants were and what they were capable of doing. He didn't know the story of the other group, and he also had no idea what kind of scent that they had attached to them either.

The Shinigami hadn't dealt with clan affairs in a long time, and from the looks of it the group was having to deal with a lot of issues with whatever this group was. Ichigo didn't enjoy the idea of watching someone die. When he was younger, he had the idea that he would always be strong enough to protect those that deserved to be protected and keep them alive. That was why he wanted power. That was why when he did finally lose his powers for the first time he felt like a shell of his former self. He was always used to being somewhat strong compared to others and seeing the corpses that laid across the ground pissed him off to no extent. It probably wasn't obvious with the way that his facial expression was, as he was always scowling angrily about something. A permanent expression that he had picked up and it just stuck with him. His clanmates had once made fun of him before. One would, however, notice the slight change in temperature of the surrounding area. The temperature rising to a couple degrees as he looked down at one of the corpses of the younger animals. His jaw clenched as his back was to anyone that would approach the scene. Hallucinations played in front of his vision as he looked at the dead domestic cat that was on the ground. The image of his dying daughter in his arms in front of the assassin that had killed her. They had been at war with that clan, but because of that war he had lost something precious to him, and he was left with nothing again. A growl escaped Ichigo's jaws as he was seen shaking his head as if trying to shake away the memory and the screams. "Calm down. Now is not the time to freak out." Ichigo growled inside of his head, but it wasn't really meant for him, but instead of the parasite that lived in his body. He knew that the beast wanted to go out and actually have some form of action as Ichigo hadn't fought in at least a year time.

The over-sized cougar heard movements that were coming toward him and tore his gaze away from the cooling corpse on the ground, turning to look at the male that was staring at him during the meeting. When he turned to face the other male, the whites of his right eye were slightly black, but the brown colored remained in his right eye while his left eye was still yellow. Ichigo's breathing slowed slightly and the inky color in his right eye could be seen slowly receding, but it wouldn't be completely gone by the time others would arrive. He didn't trust Cryptic. In truth, he didn't know the other being's name, but the other obviously wasn't mortal or Hollow. When the other spoke, it made Ichigo's bi-colored eyes narrow slightly. Seemed the other had caught on that he was something different about him. That didn't mean that Ichigo was going to be open about it with the larger animal. "There's a scent here that I don't recognize and they obviously went in an obvious direction." Ichigo stated calmly instead as he pointed in the opposite direction of the border. He didn't know the other groups around in this area, so there wasn't much he could do. Cryptic's aura and the way it moved was enough to make Ichigo concerned about the other male, but his facial expression remained like that of a scowl. Another aura began to make their way over toward the two males, and he turned his head in the direction to see a large canine. His eyes would slightly widen at the condition of the canine, however. The aura shifted and grew in an unnatural way. White and black mixed with each other in a corrupted manner, and just by the look on the others face she was obviously ill. It looked almost as if she had been infected with something like he had been when he was younger. Although he had lived with it the majority of his life. And instead of white liquid, black liquid was starting to leak out of the females mouth.

Ichigo had no idea who she was. The female didn't say anything as she approached, and Ichigo opened his mouth to try and say something but closed it when he was unsure of what to say. It was when she started to grab one of the corpses and drag it away though, and he watched as she too quickly disappeared into the landscape. "Hey lady!" Ichigo called out to the larger canine, much larger than he was by at least 3ft. Ichigo had no idea where the female planned on going, but he wasn't going to let someone else die around here either. "I'm going after here." Ichigo stated to really no one in particular, as he didn't really wanna lose track of her, but he had to address a couple things here before leaving. They didn't need another corpse in the pile. Hearing something land on the ground made the over-sized cougar jump slightly where he was standing. The wildcat turned his head to look at a griffon, a species that hung deep in his heart as his daughter had a griffon as a companion back where he was from. An angered look spread across the others facial features at the others last comment, a growl coming from his mouth.

"This isn't a joking manner. Take this seriously. Obviously weren't going to figure out who did this, but trying to cause something out of fun is just being a dumbass." The griffon was probably bigger than Ichigo, but the Shinigami didn't really care with the nonchalant manner the other was speaking about the massacre and enjoying the thought of causing chaos. It reminded him too much of Dimitri. Ichigo didn't even know the griffon, and his words may be considered harsh, but he also wasn't mentally healthy in the slightest. His attention would then turn toward a slightly familiar aura of Wendell as the wolverine approached. Ichigo's facial expression changed from angry to that of a frown as the black tip of his tail flicked behind him. Thrown into the fray immediately after he decided to join a clan. Maybe this wasn't the best option. His attention would turn back to the griffon. "If you want to help, keep everyone away from this scene, and if Wendell will let you take him back to camp so we can clean this up and give the corpses a proper burial." Ichigo said more calmly this time, his mind going into autopilot. Maybe he shouldn't be giving orders, but they needed to get this sorted before someone came across it and became scarred for life. His attention would look over toward Cryptic, wondering if the other was going to mention anything before turning toward the direction the lady went.

[Aelios S.]

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Ah hell.  It was the scent of freshly spilled blood that drew Fin close.  Close enough, but not so close for them to do something really utterly insane and out of character for themselves.  But that didn't make a deeper side within themselves demand a taste of the blood, to give in to a long for forgotten hunger, a hunger that would clearly be fullfilled if they dare do what was needed to be done.

It wasn't the scent of death that even began to startle them, it was more of the scent of blood.  They can handle death, they were used to it.  Death was a part of every day life, so they weren't as bothered by it.  " Bloody fucking hell... May the poor souls rest in paradise.."  they murmured slowly forcing themselves to look away from the carnage.  Not the gore bothered them, again it was the dizzying scent of blood.

© MADI

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