Revenge of an Evil Doer [Open]

[Titanium]

Only scars could remain on the shell of a boy who had lost everything. He had lost his mother, he had lost his heart, he had lost his dreams, and he had lost his mind. If only there were enough beings in the world to make up for his loss, his grief, but there never would be. He would make sure everyone knew his name, and he would make it sick and twisted. 

Instead of hunting down the murderer, instead of sparing someone else's life in the meantime, Titanium would go berserk. His rampage would not stop until the ends of the earth, or until his own death. And  if his plans were to succeed, he would take his own life for the final offering of his beloved. And though it seemed do easy in his mind, it sure as hell couldn't be any more difficult. Out of so many who lived, so many that were born, how could one young wolf take them all down alone? 

Why was a creature so ugly walking in the paw pads of some other innocent in a place as beautiful as this. The trees weeping their sorrows away into the day, into the night, into anything their arms could reach. Why couldn't the boy break? Why couldn't he just drop down to have someone grab him by surprise and take him like their own? His soul was gone now,  nothing but the scared shell remained. And their was nothing but Revenge that would come out of the boy. He would kill every last being on this planet, even if he had to tear his shell some more.

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[jaue]

The broken little knight walked through this place his orange eyes glossed over from the lack of emotion that tugged at his heart. If he had one at least, he believe that there was no longer one there. He was dead anyway, nobody could understand that, he walked, he talked, he breathed, but he didn't feel at all. The world around him was louder than silence, hotter than hell at that. While the masked oddly colored man, was moving through in a pattern of swaying back and forth. Devoit of feeling, he stopped when he saw someone else. Another male, scars riddling his body. Jaue was disconnected from the world, a man like this couldn't possibly understand him. He was living, Jaue was dead, it was a strict boundary. He just wanted to find a graveyard, a graveyard to relax and rest his aching red paws. As his red tail flicked back and forth he could only stare at the man in front of him.

He stood some distance from Titanium. Suddenly his tongue flicking out, a split tongue at that, rolling over rows of sharpened down teeth. All looking as if his front canines had replaced his mouth. Once he flicked it out he returned it to his jaws and lowered his head. Respectfully, he didn't care any longer what happened to him. His body could not feel, even if he drank and ate. His muscles, and nerves were all just dead. No blood flowing through him. Well, at least, that was what Jaue believed, that was what he suffered from. The others were the only ones who knew that this man was not really dead. He'd never believe it, he died the night his master did. His mask, teeth and tongue were proof of that. If not for his odd coloring.

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[Titanium]

Titan was not dead? What a sore thought. How could this being go on about how he was dead and Titan was alive? Because he was far from alive, maybe he wasn't dead but he sure wasn't sane. The male still young, just turned two years old in fact, had much he did not live for to say the least. But he certainly lived to watch those who must suffer.

This blood colored, masked demon stood before the monster himself, not saying a word from his maw. Titan only showed him his destroyed face when it was noticeable, not even thinking about feeling a humiliated emotion. Of course he did not live for emotion either. How could these said other continue to live knowing that others were to suffer, others were dying, others seemed to be raped and abused. It was a sick world that Titan saw, he needed to stop it at all costs. 

But towards his insanity, he was not to the point of actually destroying everything he put his eyes on, he would only destroy them with his mind. Then one day, he would rise to these expectations, kill every wolf in the world, every being before killing himself. And hopefully there was a God that would pay for the kindness he gave to this Gaia, and hopefully this "God" would replant a new species, a new race, or maybe he would save the old earth a life and let it sprew with vegetation. 

If only others saw through this maniac's cold dead eyes, only if they had a heart like his, not to kill but to see a better future, could he possibly spare a few in order for a race to be bred with his thoughts and lines.

A pale eye scarred straight down the middle was toward this male before the beast. Only some of his yellow showed. He watched blood flow from this mysterious wolf's  tail as the breeze picked up a chill. A silent stare stood between the two, and who could dare break it. 

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[jaue]

The two of them stood there in some sort of odd Martyr dance. Eyes locked, as they just stood there, starring at each other. Jaue was mildly interested as soon as the liver didn't speak. He was always being spoken to by the living. He being dead was no exception to anything. As he suddenly sat on his rump, curling his tail around his paws. Mask fixated to his head. The straps located to the back of his head, behind his ears. It would be fairly easy to tug off, but it was the one thing Jaue believed was his. The last thing his master gave him, along with his teeth and his tongue. His red tail curled around his haunches as he flicked his ears. "Hi" A single word erupted from his lips. A word that held no emotion backed into it. How would the liver respond to him. Would he like others before, sink his teeth into his flesh, in which he would not feel a single thing.

Maybe that was why his body lasted for so long. He couldn't feel pain, so when one tried to tear at him, he did nothing, just starred, faked small yelps. They would give up, they would run away scared. Jaue knew he was cursed, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. The masked man loved the silence though. This other's scent filled his nose, though he wouldn't remember physically, because he didn't have a brain. He didn't have a heart either, many would luck out trying to look for it.

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[Titanium]

The brute that stood merely a biting distance from the beast dared to destroy the silence. Who cared if he felt pain or not, Titan sure wouldn't. Sure he wouldn't be able to topple down under the pressure of such a force, but Titan sure would make meat out of him. 

It wasn't that Titan couldn't feel pain, he just ignored it. He taught himself to suffer through just about anything in order to get through his job. 

The male only rose his head to the words, "Hi." So casual. Should he even answer this dead boy? The walking corpse as he thought. Titan could only look away from him, he didn't want to speak. He wanted his voice to run dry, so his victims couldn't get a reply from his maw or even a warning of their death sentence. 

The beast let his tongue stay loose inside his jaws, but it refused to come out as he let out his unusually deep, quiet voice. A voice you couldn't hear under the sound of water of through the thick waves in the wind. It was soft, and maybe just a little bit sad as he spoke. Definitely not the voice of a future mass murderer. 

”How could a strange man like you wonder into these parts of the land and dare disrupt a beauty I call home?”

Sure wasn't anything nice that came out, but his pitch remained docile. It refused to be corrupt and evil. It seemed almost to wonder, a learning mind. But Titan was far beyond a wondering soul, he was done thinking. as soon as the brute ripped his jaw, his mind was clearly made up for the one he had lost, he would simply kill everyone. Only time and patience would tell.

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[jaue]

Jaue was a bit dumbfounded, confused, and it was clearly written over his face. As he stood up, he backed up, and lifted up a paw where he had stepped on a twig that stuck in between the furs of his red paws. Shaking his paw until it flew off, his expression went back to its seemingly unused state, orange glossy eyes starring over the other male. Tilting his head to one side. "Should I say I'm sorry sir?" His voice held no meaning behind it. Nothing at all, mellow toned and deep. There was no telling what he was thinking, or feeling, if he could feel at all. Twisting his body, he seemingly gave the other man much more space. His red tail curled around his side as it flicked out.

"My name is Jaue, I am dead." He stated, it would be better to get his point across. There was no harm in the dead was there? So this man should not be bothered with him. All he wanted to do was find a place to relax. He didn't understand the minds of the living. He was a liver, he was of the dead. That was a pretty big boundary all in itself. No way to escape that.

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[Titanium]

Titan continued to look upon the willows, their embracing steams and leaves crying down from the sky. It was so loving, so caring, but also so depressing. Their support gave the tree it's own sad emotion. 

”If only your fate could rest as easily and quickly as your thoughts.”

The male then gave a name to his lifeless body, Jaue, or something of the sort. Inside Titan laughed until he cried, rolled around to the fabulous behavior. But his face said otherwise, remained as a stone of hate; a hard brick that was impossible to crack.

”You may continue on to know a name for me, or then again maybe you wont.”

If Titan let his voice run low, he may not be able to speak a name to the ones death were to consume. But these words were made of a knowledge that this Jaue character would live, and his soul would not lay to rest so violently today.

And he would not know the name of an unknown Titan waiting for his moment to strike, he would not know until that day. 

Or he would just never know. 

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[jaue]

Still confused by the male, but he payed no mind to it. His dead body splayed out on his stomach. Orange eyes looking at the man, with his mask sticking towards the front of his snout. It almost seemed like his eyes burned with something, the man in front of him. The dead was intrigued and curious about him if anything. Opening his mouth slightly, showing off the odd sharpened teeth that he held in his jaw. His split tongue pink and salmon hung at the edge. He was interested in this man, if anything, perhaps he could help him find a graveyard, so that he could rest and have his dead body fade away in peace. His red tail curled around his haunches. He didn't understand anything that the man spoke of, but he gave simple nods to know that he had heard the words that erupted from his snout.

"I see, are you an angel of death?" Jaue asked with a tilt of his head. Someone like this, seemed to be high on the ranks. Even if he were living, there were creatures they could not even fathom about the world. The oddity's in the world held their skin at an arms length if anything at all. The man couldn't help it, he felt nearly nothing of the sort that made everyone live. He didn't have a heart and neither did he have a brain. So his soul was screaming out in the most gruesome of ways.

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[Titanium]

This said "dead man" had set his haunches to the ground, letting his stomach touch the soil. His tail curled close to his body. Titan could only feel his movements, he had no intentions to look to the dead. He could just tell that this man had relaxed every part of his entire body, only the best time to strike. But Titan had no mind set to kill anyone yet. 

”I'm no Angel.”

His molted, scarred eye was visible to the male next to him, but it still refused to look at him.

”Most likely possessed by death to say the least.”

Titan's body stayed still, his face facing slightly away from the male. He didn't even breath it seemed like. His jaw was clamped closed after his voice cracked out it's soft words. His face was threatening, but his voice was not. His towering stance was close to the male who had come across him, but it stood tall over the body laying down on it's stomach. 

Titan couldn't even wish that his mind was set to care and love everyone, he was happy to hate everyone in the world. He was happy to want everyone to die.

They all deserved it.

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