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Post by mastercheesu on Jan 12, 2009 11:26:29 GMT -5
(Werewolf RP but others welcome ^^)
Amon sat up slowly, keeping his eyes shut. He could feel the heat of the sun beating against his skin, and didnt like it. He didnt know what had possessed him to come here, but he knew he was regretting it already. He had had a job to do, but after sampling the heat, he had retreated to a bar in Cairo. From there, things had started to become hazy. Maybe he had been drugged. Maybe it was because he was unused to the heat. Maybe it was the countless drinks he had thrown back. He wasnt sure.
He opened his eyes slowly, feeling the light burning his eyes. He screwed them shut again, collapsing back to the floor. It was only then he realised how hot and soft the floor actually was. Unable to stop himself, he sat back up and opened his eyes, looking at the sand beneath him. Amon let out a loud yelp of pain as the sunlight once again burnt his eyes. This was going to be a long day.
When he finally managed to stand up, he looked around. His heavy leather jacket was nearby, barely visible under the sand which was piling up on it. Walking over to it, he picked it up, wincing as the black leather burnt him. With a sigh, he looked around, seeing a structure nearby. It took him a moment to realise what it was, but when he did, he smiled. It was a pyramid. Which meant he must be near civilization. Moving slowly at first, he soon began to pick up speed as he ran towards the pyramid.
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Post by caleb on Jan 12, 2009 11:45:17 GMT -5
This drop off had been pretty easy this time, typical tourists wanting to see the sights and all that jazz. Honestly though, what was so romantic about triangle looking thingys covered in sand and dust he'll never know. All a bunch of ancient historical hullabaloo for nothing if you asked him...
Oh he could almost feel the glare of Scrappy now, James never did like it when Caleb mouthed off about certain things which were meant to be appreciated. The last time he tried introducing Caleb to modern art had turned out to be one big laugh-fest.
Give this wolf a classic car chassis any day.
Stretching himself, he leaned back against the hood of the cab. It wasn't his, but he didn't mind it. Still strong enough to coast over dunes and drive through the rough terrain. Driving a jeep had its perks.
Some foreign music wheezed out of an antiquated car radio, nothing but a dull buzz in the blond wolf's ear as he lit himself a fag, tucking the lighter in his jeans pocket. Once the sun sets just a little, he'll head back to town and grab some grub, he really wasn't a fan of the desert.
Especially when it was making him see things...
Somewhere in the blur of the hot distance, Caleb could have sworn there was someone heading right for him.
"Wot in the blazes?..."
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Post by mastercheesu on Jan 12, 2009 12:22:14 GMT -5
Amon ran quickly, entirely focused on reaching the pyramid. He could already make out faint shapes moving in the distance, and he imagined he could hear their voices. Suddenly, he stopped, not an easy thing to do while running at almost 50 mph through the desert. Collapsing to the floor, he cursed himself. Tricked by a mirage.
He waited a while, trying to clear his mind, before looking back up. There it was, the pyramid, the faint shapes of people. Standing up slowly, he began again, walking slowly at first and made his way back to a fast run. Even if it was a mirage, at least he had something to aim for. Also, he had to admit, it felt pretty good to let go and run this fast without having to worry about being spotted by humans. The air rushing past felt good against his burnt skin.
As he got closer to the pyramid, he began to slow down. By the time he was able to properly hear the people talking, he was moving along at barely more than a trot. He looked up at the pyramid, whistling. He had to get himself one of those. searching the people, he looked for anyone who would be able to help him.
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Post by caleb on Jan 12, 2009 12:58:34 GMT -5
"Well someone's got 'is knickers in a twist." he whispered.
Flipping out a pair of Mickey Mouse shaped glasses, Caleb breathed in a deep breath of smoke and let the pink tinted specs perch right on his nose. Giggling softly at how amusing everything looked in the pink, so to speak. Not that he was that much of a ponce, but he did love to indulge in oddities now and then. Like painting his toe nails blue or wearing daisies in his hair.
Helped to keep his mind off darker, more pressing matters.
Pack matters.
Grinning at the flamingo pink Egyptian desert ,he watched as the runner finally came to a halt and was panting himself into the ground. The faint hot breeze of wind brought along the scent of sand, palms, fire and the musk of a male wolf.
Ahh, he had company then.
Flicking his gaze over to where the camera snappers eagerly followed their tour guide nearer to the rocks that made up the base of the pyramid, too occupied with stories of dead pharaohs to notice the lupine in human skin heading their way. For a brief moment, the blond wolf wondered if this creature was going to outright bowl his way into the group and attack everyone in a fit of some unknown wolfy rage...
Or maybe not.
He slowed down already.
The shadow of the colossal structure kept Caleb cool even in mummy territory, allowing him the cover he needed to be as discreet as he could even with his ridiculous shades on.
Waiting for the long haired wolf to come within his vocal range before he offered his two pence worth of words.
"Oi, ya missed th'Olympics mate," he says with a jerk of the chin and trademark smirk, "Think it went... thatta way, ya know? China, last year n'all that."
Good ol'Caleb was up to his old tricks again.
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Post by mastercheesu on Jan 12, 2009 13:49:21 GMT -5
Amon walked past the tourists, catching his breath. He needed a drink, he was pretty sure he was dehydrated. But that would have to wait. For now, his attention was drawn to the wolf with the car. He had smelled him earlier, and knew he was a wolf. But as he came closer, he saw him more clearly. Smiling, he threw his jacket down on the floor. Amon - 'Nice shades.'
Now he was out of the sun, Amon looked down at his bare skin. Without his jacket, his torso had been sunburnt, along with his feet. His guessed he must look a mess, dried out, burnt and covered in scars. He couldnt seen any way this day could get any worse. Looking back up at the wolf with the car, he began examining him. He guessed that he was his best chance of getting out of this desert.
An elderly man examined the wall of the pyramid intently, unaware of anything happening around him. He had been drawn to this pyramid, and now some force was drawn to this patch of wall. He ran his hand over the rough stone, feeling for something... But he didnt know what. Everything else went black, the only light seemed to come from the wall.
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Post by caleb on Jan 12, 2009 14:48:07 GMT -5
'Nice shades.'
Tipping said nice shades down a little, the blond wolf chuckled and eyed the patches of desert-burnt skin and scar-marred flesh. A silent thank you for his compliment by waggling his eyebrows a bit.
"Noice duds."
Was his reply as he took in another breath of smoke, tapping the cigarette against the side of the well-worn jeep, letting the ash join the sand. Pushing the rose tinted glasses back up his nose he hummed a random tune to himself as the other male loped closer to where Caleb waited...
Seeing as how he was the only one with means of travel that didn't have a hump or spit, he was sure he'd be driving more than a couple of tourists back.
Maybe if he was nice, he wouldn't even charge.
He wondered what the other male thought of him, this strange unassuming looking wolf with a lax posture and not a whiff of aggression anywhere. Donning his pink, cartoon-shaped sunners and decked in tattered jeans and a shirt that said 'Beware of Dog'...
Not exactly intimidating or threatening, but wiser wolves would know not to underestimate the blond. And those that had crossed his path before during one of his more... hyper moments, would not even dare.
Then again, Caleb wasn't going to set off any warning bells, just yet.
"Bugger me sideways," he groused, "I dunno why some power up there created these feckin dust lands, leaves a lad parched dunnit?"
A canteen of water waited in the car, and since it was a hot day and since this was a fellow wolf, Caleb decided to be generous.
"Don't s'ppose ya be needin somethin t'wet yer whistle aye?"
And just as he spoke, the sound of a body falling to the ground got the cabby to take notice of the crumpled figure on the floor.
"Now that." He says with a raised brow, "Is a bloke who is gaggin fer a drink."
Caleb may be mercenary, but he wasn't heartless.
A few quick strides took him to the old man's side, kneeling down to tug him away from the ground as he whispered soft words of comfort to ears that probably couldn't hear him at the moment.
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Post by mastercheesu on Jan 12, 2009 15:50:51 GMT -5
Amon sighed, looking over at the wolf and the old man. He had been so close to getting a drink. Walking slowly over to them, he found himself unsure of what to do. Amon - 'So... Is there anything I can do to help?' He could hear the old man's heart from his place a couple of feet away, which couldnt have been good. Scratching his head, he took another step closer.
They old man's eyes open suddenly, and his body went completely stiff. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head, showing only the bloodshot whites. He found himself unable, and unwilling, to move. A feeling of calm washed over him, keeping him from panicking. Slowly, he became weaker and weaker, until his life faded away. After he was dead, his body remained stiff for a moment, before falling completely limp.
The door was unlocked. They key, a human life, had been paid. Cracks appeared in the wall the man had been examining, before a section disappeared into the floor. The tourists looked at the entrance and the old man, unsure what to make of this. Amon, staring at the doorway, felt uneasy. Looking at the other wolf, he took a step towards the doorway. A faint smell reached his nose, and his eyes widened. It smelt like... Moonflower...
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Post by caleb on Jan 14, 2009 21:58:12 GMT -5
The blond wolf frowned as he pushed the cheery glasses to sit atop of his head, staring at the pallor of the fallen man's face and noticing how stark the blue veins along his head and neck were against pale skin. His pleas for help lost in silence with his mouth slack in unconsciousness. Caleb tried feeling for a pulse while keeping an ear out for a heartbeat, feeling a nipping sensation of worry at how weak it was.
"Crivens, yer lookin awfy peely-wally," he whispered, gently stroking the wrinkled forehead." 'Ang in there mate, we'll sort ya out right."
'So... Is there anything I can do to help?'
Flinging the cigarette butt away, the blond wolf nodded and hopped to his feet, ever the hyper firecracker.
"Sure can Conan, watch 'im fer me I'll nick y'blokes a cuppa or summat."
Faint heartbeats in his ear were like the slow countdown of a dying clock with each step towards the jeep. And by the time Caleb managed to pull out the canteen from the door pocket... They stopped completely.
A sharp stab of emotion hit Caleb in the gut when he turned to see the body stiffen up like a board and then wilt.
No...
Rushing back to where the other male wolf still stood over the lifeless body, Caleb shoved the canteen into his chest as he fell back down to his knees by the man's side. Blue eyes searched those death clouded pupils before sighing softly, tugging the pink glasses down from his head in respect. Callused fingers slowly brushed his eyelids shut, silently sending a prayer to whoever took the soul to be kind...
Hey, he wasn't that religious, but he was still Catholic.
Dead bodies were not new to Caleb, but somehow, old men made him think of his own father... And his violent death.
No time for sad flashbacks though, the tour group was getting antsy as was the obviously paranoid tour guide. Looked like it was up to the cabby to step up to the plate. In what little Masri he knows, Caleb tells the guide to inform the other camera-snappers that this was all merely a part of the tour dramatics and to get them back on the bus.
The guide was no fool.
Later, the body would be disposed of by the other tour guides since Egyptians weren't keen about foreigners dying so close to the resting places of their kings. Caleb was by no means superstitious in the whole bad curses and mambo jumbo nonsense people saw in the movies, but that open crevice in the pyramid's side was making his inner wolf bristle. The scent alone was enough to make him wary.
Flaring his nostrils, the blond wolf tucked his Mickey mouse shades into his pocket and raised a brow at his half dressed companion.
"So Conan, wot y'make of it?"
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Post by mastercheesu on Jan 14, 2009 23:44:45 GMT -5
Amon looked at the other wolf, barely hearing what he was saying. The smell of the flowers had gotten to him a little. Shaking his head, he looked back at the opening. It seemed like an open mouth, waiting to swallow them. Amon - 'Why do you keep calling me Conan?' His eyes flicked back to the other wolf, then began searching the group around them. He could hear the tour guide trying to usher the people away. With a sigh, he took a step towards the darkness.
The urge to keep walking into the pyramid almost overtook him. It wasnt just the flowers anymore, it was... something. He knew something was down there. Something that was waiting for him. His eyes had become dark, and he didnt notice he was growling. He suddenly thought 'I really need to get away from this place.' With a sigh, he looked back at the blond wolf.
Amon - 'Want to explore?' He was frozen to the spot, watching the other wolf. He didnt know why he was so torn between going in and leaving, so he decided he might as well go in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the battered Zippo lighter and began playing with it absently.
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Post by caleb on Jan 15, 2009 13:41:32 GMT -5
'Why do you keep calling me Conan?'
Purse of the lip and a shrug as Caleb allowed the old corpse to be covered in a black shroud and taken away, his typical swagger bringing him over to the other male's side in a semi circle.
"Well y'aven't given me no name have ya."
He says simply, dusting sand off his jeans.
"M'just, pickin up wotever comes to me 'ead first, s'all. Wot with your new look n'all, sans shirt n'scratched up chassis..."
To illustrate his point he gestures towards the bare chest and desert worn pants of his current companion.
"Can't call ya Petey since y'dun look much like one, and M'bettin yer no Cuddles either aye?" this he says with a cheeky leer, "So till ya gimme somethin to actually call y'by, it'll be Conan the barbari-canine..."
If there was one thing Caleb was well known for in his pack, it was the indulgent use of nick-names and self-created titles for anyone he met. They came as easily as raindrops in April and just as quickly, depending on what he saw. Much to the amusement and exasperation of Pat's pack, it is a game and hobby the blond wolf continues to entertain himself with.
Not to mention that the spot of jovial play allowed his inner lupine time to calm down from the strange situation. A way to keep both him and the wolf in line before he went and did something they both regretted... which was usually 99% of the time.
Self control was not one of his finer points.
"Neeway, th'name's Caleb. I usually tell the chits that they can call me wotever they want, but for you..." he leans in close, bright blues sparkling with impish delight, " I'd make an exception."
A wink and a light chuckle later, he's bounded on ahead to the very edge of where the sand met the stone, the tips of his boots barely an inch into the dark. Like a curious cub he wants in, already feeling the tips of his fingers twitch with anticipation. Like jolts of electricity.
There's something not very right down there...
And wouldn't it be just grand to find himself in a whole new slew of trouble?
'Want to explore?'
Looking over his shoulder he offers his trademark Caleb smirk and brow waggle.
" Explore? I prefer th'word 'Venture'."
He takes a last breath of fresh desert air and hops right into the semi darkness, still staying near the light to remain visible.
"Y'lead this impromptu expedition seein as how y'got the light n'everythin, and y'might want ta keep a hand on th'water mate."
The cabby points to the canteen he'd given the other wolf earlier.
"Never know if em wrapped up corpse thingys might be dry aye?"
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Post by mastercheesu on Jan 15, 2009 14:13:22 GMT -5
Amon smiled, finding himself enjoying the company of the blond werewolf. Made a change from being attacked randomly at least. He watched him carefully, listening to his explanation and laughed. Amon - 'Well Caleb, call me Amon. Or Conan. Never liked the name Amon, so I guess anything is an improvement.'
Watching as the wolf ran over to the darkness of the doorway, only faintly aware of the people who were still outside. He cast a cautious look over at the, wondering if any would follow. Part of him thought to tell them not to, but guessing human nature, that might make them even more curious. With a sigh, he looked back over at Caleb.
He laughed again, and walked towards him. Amon - 'Let's venture then.' Looking up at the sunlight, he smiled. Finally he would get his wish and be out of that insufferable heat. But would the darkness inside be any better? His eyes flashed as he looked at Caleb.
It was only when he mentioned it that Amon realised he was holding the canteen. Laughing, he walked forwards into the darkness slowly, watching Caleb as he passed, then straight into the darkness. The light from behind him was suddenly shut out as the pyramid wall slid back into place. His eyes adjusted to the dark quickly, and he found himself already able to make out Caleb. Amon - 'Well I guess we go forwards.'
((Im in too many threads at once, so I need to close this one >.< Sorry Cal >.< I just dont know how to close it... >.< lol))
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