July 12, 2002
another cemetary stroll [malcom]

[in game room - malcom's cemetary]


**cracking open the coffin of the long dead recepient of the fine tomb that Malcom has claimed for his own, malcom drops in the still wet bones of his last victim**

the whistle rings out, jupiter jazz, bouncing off the stones, mortar, and marble the path leads him, strolling right down the middle, making sure to not sneak up this time, carefully rechecking the landmarks to make sure not to lead the others astray as he brings them within the next few nights

**slips quietly out of his hideaway, he dodges behind a couple monuments, watching the man he calls Dancer approch**

the whistle continues, strong and full, cheeks puffing with each breath, simply strolling, yet keeping an eye out for the host that twists not only words, but seems adept at twisting the shadows to conceal himself as well, waiting for Malcom to pop out of nowhere again

**steps onto the path several feet behind Dancer, his gun already drawn and pointed at Dancer** "I could have had you if I wanted to." he says quietly but strangely enough directly
wolfarisgrael: mismatched eyes tilt to look at Malcom, angle of his head soon following, a coy smile slashing through his features

"I'd rather you wanted me in other ways than with a gun....."
invited, announced, there's little worry in his frame

**a strange chuckle escapes his lips, and he reholster's the gun** "Good to see you again Dancer. Your boss is a bit of a cold fish isnt he. Are those two your pack?" he asks curiously

the smile widens
"On far better terms than earlier, Twister, indeed it's a treat."
head bobbing in a nod
"That they are, the family that is more than family for a man that is more than a man. Fitting, to say the least."

"I am here alone and without, the luxury of a pack. I would be interested in joining with you and your packmates. But I do not enjoy being treated as anyone's servent. I have scouted this area, and have made contacts and begun plans what would be of benifit and interest to us all." he says it in a completely calm, lucid businesslike manner

"Oh? Interesting proposition...... tempt me with more so I can whisper it in Kaj'sha's ear....."

"I have made an alliance with one vampire and begun negotiations with another vampire for another alliance. I have also made contact with two of our cousins kinfolk, one I've damaged and begun to subvert her will...soon she will willingly become my pet...the second I have decieved and will eventually be able to lead her into corruption and servititude through my deceptions." he begins to smile as he begins speaking, ending with a broad grin

the smile grows on his own features, for a galliard never turns down a good story, or a well-laid plan, an underlying glee for successes in the cause
"I'm sure it's something he wouldn't mind having whispered....."
not that he, himself, minds the excuse to do the whispering
"But the final decision for such things is his, you understand..... perhaps a cooperation between us, if we do not join...."

"Perhaps I should speak directly to him of this?" he asks curiously

"Perhaps...."
that coy smile once more, his own words surprisingly direct
"You noted yourself he's the boss..... though now I can make sure he comes well informed to a meeting."

"I could of course explain my plans in more detail to him. But then again I dont intend on sharing at least one of my pets. The other I would probably share freely if she's useful for such. Oh one thing, one is kin to the fenrir, the other to the fangs." his smile widens to a broad grin, and slight chuckle escapes his lips

the smile mirrored, tongue tracing (hungrily) over the edges of top teeth
"And which is the one you may considering sharing?"

"The Fang...I'm sure her cousins would adore finding out about that. But she is also has the farthest to go with her training. And its quite possible that the training my leave her unsuitable for sharing. I'm sure you understand. The fenrir is much further along, but training her has become like training a horse..she'll accept me but I doubt she'd accept another master." he chuckles and walks past Dancer waveing for him to follow

a chuckle breaches the jack-o-lantern grin, swirling to follow, excitement at the prospect of the shared fang heavy in his scent

**walks several feet then seats himself against a large headstone, motioning for Dancer to take a simular seat** "I have developed a certain skill in such training. But just as some dogs are one master animals so are some such pets. So while I will do my best sometimes circumstances conspire against me. I intend on useing my two pets to identify garou who reside in the area...and then using my vampiric contacts to eliminate the identified garou."

the body drops as marionette to crouch opposite Twister.... attention distracted by reaching to scoot dirt and cover a hole at the base of the headstone, mismatched eyes finally lifting
"I did the very same, as a cub, found it rewarding"
identified his former Sept, compared to training another, interest bright in his gaze, silently begging the 'story' to continue

"I could tell you more of my pet Fenrir-kin. If you'd like." he smiles slightly

"Of course..... to share is to enlighten those that know not how to do such wond'rous things. I am young..... there is much I would wish to learn."

"I found her in a business she runs." he begins casually. "I followed her home, her breeding and beauty attracting my notice." Once she was home I noticed a dog prowling the house. I took a brick from a neighbor's yard and creeped around the house, looking for access. The only access I found was the unlocked back door."
he continues almost proudly. "I opend the door, and waited for the dog to stick its head out. When it did I gave it a sharp crack on the head with the brick and hid the dog outside."

his skin seems to quiver, beneath light clothes, had he his tail, now, it would lash in anticipation, in excitement, watching in rapt, miscolored, attention

"She came down and started looking around. I knew she'd try to call the cops, so I ripped her phone and electrical lines out of their entrance into the house. She called anyway on a cell phone. That queered my plans a bit. But I snuck upstairs, and come near her room anyway. Once I had begun I wasnt going to back down..I might not have gotten another chance."
"I rushed her, in crinos form, crushed the phone, disarmed her, and knocked her head against the wall in one motion. I took her from there to a motel then, using piano wire to strap her to the bed of the motel."

each action, fanatically imagined, each tactic. memorized, to be used, to be personalized, the dirty little secrets locked away in his mind

"I took my pleasure of her there. She fought back realizing what I am. When she realized she couldnt win she tried to commit sucide. I kept her from dying. And left, calling the police to find her. I then waited for her to take up residence in her restaurant and have been using the altered conscienceness the painkillers she's been perscribed, combined with sex to break her will." he finishes proudly. "She'll make a find guard dog for me later on. Though her manner and nature tell me already she'll
always be unfit for sharing

his body quivers, as the excitement overflows, nearly able to smell the angry warmth carried between her thighs for hours, days, after
"At least she will be loyal, to make up she cannot be shared...."

"She will be very loyal, and capable of identifing local gaians which will be her most important task."
"And she already has some combat training, in this case firearms...so she might be trained as a guardian."

"Then I would think you made a good choice for a pet, Twister."

"So do I. Just to ask your opinion do you think I would be a good addition to your pack?"

"Any that are capable would be a good addition, Twister."
smiled, the Dancer dancing around the question, yet answering it all the same

"I see..but do you think I am capable?" he asks pointedly

"Of course."
blue eyes blinking as if he were having to repeat himself

"I'm glad to hear it." he smiles slightly again and rises reaching behind the headstone he was sitting near he offers Dancer a human femur. "A little snack for your trip home. I hope you enjoy it."

reaches to snatch the offered gift, tongue reaching out to caress over the rounded socket ball at the tip, gaze returning to Malcom
"Thank you.... Twister. I will speak with them to come. Soon."
one hand drops from the precious prize, fingertips grazing the grass
"Here."

"I would appriaciate that. And your support for membership in your pack would be appriciated as well." he smiles slightly. "But I must go now. Have a good night."

there is a smile, slight, sincere, nodding once more
"We will see you soon, Twister."
swiveling to turn his own way, the spot known, marked, of this he is now sure

Posted by asher at July 12, 2002 12:00 AM
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