Meeting of the Sins (Wolfie, Illia, Anzeh) [pg13]

[~☼Toka Toka☼~]

It was a rather busy day for Ziza. She had to kill six people for their head, well maybe for the rest of their bodies too for her rumbling tummy, so she could get her little... summons out to the six people she found worthy of joining her cause to take over the island. "Hm... I wonder if they'll show. They damn well should or I'm going to go and get them myself." she sighed lightly and sat down by one of the many little creeks that was there, her bright blue and black coat sticking out from all the green around her. Humming to herself in her head she snapped up a few of the many little fish in the stream for a munchie snack.

It was a boring day before the killing and eating of those poor humans that didn't mean anything to Ziza, she had done up all of the summons for the six she had wanted, found out where they were, and just waiting for the right time to drop the heads right in front of them for their delivery. "Gah... Today was so boring. Why aren't they here yet?!" she snarled and started pacing around, her bright orange eyes glaring around at anything that dared come within eyesight. She had contacted Poison just for this too, and where was her mistress?! Nowhere in sight, just like the rest of those lazy *****es. Snarling to herself she slashed at a young tree, carving it in half with her impatient rage.

"****ers don't show up on time like I told them and now Mistress isn't here... How the hell am I supposed to get the sins over like she instructed me when they're not even here?!" snarling yet again to herself Ziza paced in circles, her venomous saliva dripping down her many fangs in her mouth.

Poison on the other hand was having the time of her life just walking around and being bored as hell. She played with Zora, her pet ferret, for a bit before taking off her jacket so she could just walk around and take in the much needed sun. Smiling to herself she flicked out her tongue to taste the air and found Ziza's scent in it. Shrugging to herself she picked up Zora, put her on her shoulder and walked over to see Ziza dripping venom and being very upset about her and the others not being there.

"It's only been a few minutes past the set time, Ziza. Cool it or you won't be able to explain everything to them calmly like I want you to," Ziza froze up when she heard Poison and shook her head, spraying everything around her with venom. "Yes mistress," Ziza sighed and sat down stoically while Poison looked around for the others who were supposed to be here soon.

Word Count: 507
Notes:
Tags: Ivy, White, Hendrix, Coyle, Grimmy and Lycyll
Outfit For Poison:Clickeh

[ωΘĿƒ]

Far be it of him to be the first one there! Oh yeah, far be it... but it seems he was. Damn, and after all that painstaking walking around and doing absolutely nothing just so he wouldn't look too bored.

Which he was. Bored. So bored. Every second of every day, that dragging lethargy seeped into him and made him crazy. He just needed to do something...

So he was very happy when he found that head. Severed, just like he liked heads! And it was tasty too. After finding the cool note on the inside, Coyle snacked on the soft tissues and eventually just started gnawing on the bones too. Why not? What else was there to do? And it was a human head too, and he wasn't allowed to eat humans! So there, he had lunch, and he was going to find out what all of this "secret stuff" was about.

Something about sins...? Well well, not to brag, but Coyle had a few sins he was particularly likened to. He was kinda bad after all. Came with the job description.

School beast... Yup. He had to be a nasty one. And he enjoyed every minute of it too. They chose right in picking him.

Coyle showed up in his human form - the soft, angled build of his cherubic face lit up happily as if he were a kid in a candy shop. This pretty red eyes were bright glowing red, excited as he was to find out what this was all about. He actually looked out of place among the tall, foreboding trees - small and... cute... though he was.

He wasn't anything like cute though. He smiled, and it was a cruel, devious little smirk that carved up the soft features of his face into a more sinister visage.

"So what's up now..." he looked at the two, smelled them, then went on unflinchingly "...ladies? What's all this about a group now?"







Now that he had gotten rid of the disgusting thing and had washed himself of the germ-infected dead flesh, Le Cyll had felt much more optimistic about this prospect.

It's a trap! A trap! but ooh, doesn't it sound nice?

He ignored this sound, as easily as you might ignore someone having a conversation behind you. Tuning the high pitched wail and the stinging, burning, lashing pain that he received for not listening to it, Le Cyll walked leisurely though the forest, his human skin gone and his tail swishing calmly from side to side as he paced.

It was so peaceful in the forest. So lovely.

Let's kill a bird or two. You seem hungry.

Le Cyll stopped at the lake on the way over to take a drink and a quick dip, then he left the sparkling waters to go to the designated location.

Despite his first reactions to the strange calling card, it had been effective in gaining his attention. The cut was jagged and raw, like an animal had torn the head from the body and savagely disposed of the rest. The note was clean though - there was no blood on it, considering where it was placed.

Le Cyll had disposed of the head and the note, memorizing the words in a glance and skimming over them as he made the journey.

It was all very... interesting. Very interesting indeed.

Ad the wolf entered the clearing, he could make out three people already there. One of which was the school's little pestilence. The wolf's teeth bared, but he resisted the urge to snarl at the creature as he then took notice of the other two.

They were chimeras, but they were also... more.

They're evil... I can feel it.

Le Cyll nodded his head, stopping to the ground and taking a seat without a word at the edge of the clearing.

He needed not speak. They asked for him. It was they who must explain themselves now, and it was something the wolf would very much like to hear. Why bother him with such requests as teamwork? What was this interesting proposal for him?

It will be your death. Get out of here!

Setting his head between his paws and curling his tail up, Le Cyll merely sat there, calmly.

Thinking.






White trekked though the woods boredly, a little ****ed off that he had to go this far but at the same time not so ****ed as to show it in any particular way.

He had his cigarettes with him, after all, and he had been able to drink a bit before coming here. At least it was dusk right about now... He didn't do sunlight. Not that it burned him - he was too old for that - but the stuff freaked him out, is all.

Couldn't explain it, but he stayed away from most bright light. Wasn't good for him anyways. Wasn't good for the dogs either.

Oh... that's right. He had dogs now. White looked behind him, finding two black shapes moving through the brush at a steady pace behind him.

Dogs... He didn't know why he got dogs, but they were useful. He wouldn't leave home without the things. So goddamn full of energy. Besides, he was walking into this without much info on whoever the hell chucked a severed head at his door, so he might have been a bit cautious.

Thus the dogs. They really were useful. White took a nice long draw from his cigarette and continued to trek though the goddamn wilderness.

The only reason he came was because of the head. Had to admit, that was pretty cool. Said something about the guy that went and cut off a head just to shove a party invite into it. For that, he was willing to trek.

Just barely though... ****ing trees. He looked back at the dogs again.

"Go. Find out who the hell these people are..."

The black shadows wove through the underbrush, moving steadily ahead.

White continued at his pace, arriving about a minute after the dogs in the clearing. There were a few people. Some he knew. Some he didn't. Some he hated too. White flashed a leisurely smile at Coyle, taking in a lungful of white smoke as he did so.

"Fancy meeting you here, ya little bastard."

Coyle seemed to lose his composure then, frowning for a second like a little kid then narrowing his eyes with a hiss.

"**** off, grandpa. Shouldn't you be drinking?"

White simply exhaled the sweet, cinnamon smoke out slowly, taking a look around as he did.

"Nope. Had to hike down from town to stand in a clearing with a buncha kids."

Now disengaging himself from Coyle without missing a beat, White scanned over the two girlies sitting away from the two. He didn't know them, and that was saying something for him. He knew everyone. Must be new here.

White took a drag.

"Well hell, I liked the vase, but put flowers in it next time, not a map. So I'm White. Probably knew that already. Who the **** are you? And what's this about your little club?"

One of the dogs that had now taken a seat around White began to growl at the girls. Red. The ****er...

"Shut up," White said, with only the smallest amount of annoyance. The rest of it was some of the most profound placidity you were ever going to find. In response, the dog's vicious snarling slowly subsided into a pleading whine. White ignored it until it stopped.

[Iƪƪia]

From the shadows, Hendrix scoped out the proper meeting place. Goddamn trees. They all looked so similar. He didn't really need to see to figure out where he was, but it made things so much easier and faster.

Not that it mattered much here. He was taking his time, leisurely strolling through the shadows that swirled around him. His time spent at this goddamn school had taught him to be cautious, and now he couldn't help but wonder if this was another trap. ****... What the hell did he do this time?!

Anything! They're just looking for an excuse to bring you down.

Just like them.

A scowl formed on his face from the truth of those words. However, despite it all they still didn't seem like the type to go and decapitate someone just to shove a note in their mouth calling him out here.

Oh right. The head. That was very... Interesting. It was also gross. Really gross. He had to get one of the Nocturnni to deal with it rather than touch it himself. Although, despite how disgusting it was it had managed to attract his attention, which, he supposed was the whole point.

This made him think that there really was someone else behind it, and that the letter wasn't just a hoax. Who and what it could be, however, he hadn't the slightest idea.

Well, he'd find out soon enough, seeing as how he'd reached the proper place.

Shifting back onto the main plane, he took note of his surroundings. There were several others in the clearing already, though he paid particular attention to the two... Girls? Well, he wasn't sure about one of them and he had to grimace slightly at her appearance. The other one, however, he couldn't help but flash one of his charming smiles at as he leaned back against a tree.

Looking back around the clearing, he caught sight of Coyle, inadvertently tensing up and bringing a hand up to the back of his head.

Don't let him near you!

With a snarl, he shook his head, ignoring their valuable advice.

"****ing trees."

Ivy snapped a low hanging branch off, tossing it to the side as she continued her trek through the forest. Several times now she had been tripped up by a fallen branch or an exposed root, causing her to seriously contemplate setting the whole damn thing on fire.

"****ing rocks."

Keeping her eyes on the ground, she now made sure to walk only on the grass, avoiding any stone that was projecting from the earth lest she be tripped up by a pebble again. Yes, a ****ing pebble. And there were so many of them out there too. They were unavoidable!

"****ing forest."

Really, of all the places, why a goddamn forest?! There had to be someplace around here that was easier to navigate than this. It was probably just for the effect. First, a mysterious letter delivered in a severed head. Then, a secret meeting held deep in the heart of the woods. Oh, how ****ing poetic. Ivy didn't give a damn about any of that ****. All she knew was if she nearly tripped one more time-

You know this would be much easier if you'd just-

"Hey!" She spun around, pointing accusingly at the empty space behind her, "I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

I am only trying to help the both of us-

"**** off! You just want me to change so you can get me to go all psycho-freak-cat-thing on their asses."

I never-

"Well **** that! I know your game. And if I wanna go psycho then it'll be my decision."

Satisfied when he didn't answer, she gave a triumphant smirk before turning away from her invisible opponent and continuing on her way.

It wasn't long before she reached the clearing. She looked around at who was already there. When her sights fell on that black and blue... Thing, she gave an involuntary jump backwards. It took her a moment to figure out if she was hallucinating again before it hit her.

Oh yeah. Freaks. This was a whole world of freaks.

Taking a drag off of her cigarette, she took a seat on the ground, glancing from the blue creature-thing to the rest of the group. Well, ****! If it had to be a freak couldn't it at least be a nice-looking freak? Like puppy over there. Yeah, she should go make friends with puppy.

[Anzeh]

Grimoire was walking through the forest as the note had told him too, wondering why it had to be in a forest. Really, as a Cheshire Cat he didn't mind the forest, he just didn't like the pretense he was meeting there under. Everything he wanted, all at once? How could he say no? How could he possibly refuse? Still, he envied those who already had what they wanted. All he had was his brother, and even that wasn't his anymore.

He hadn't the slightest idea where Jericho had gone, but he was worried.

Eventually he came to a clearing where a bunch of people had already gathered. It seemed he was the last to arrive.