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Death of Humanity; Birth of Tragedy


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#1
Leviathan

Leviathan
  • South Alps
  • 81 posts

Drink, that's all you can.
Listen, that's all you can,
Dream, that's all you can,


{{OCC: Skoll first, then open }}

Live, that's all you can,
Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


Somehow the scene set out before the lumbering monster seemed strangely suited to his tastes. It was not that Leviathan particular enjoyed the look of anything, but one could not help but to associate an abandoned building complete with a creaking windmill with such a monster. The desolate area seemed to reek of death and decay, and funnily enough one could use those words to describe the old Wolfhound's breath. Maybe it was not quite so bad, but how could anyone deny that Leviathan's sweet puppy breath had long since passed? In fact, Leviathan was far past puppy hood, long past adulthood. Maybe this was not quite true, he was old, yes, but not decrepit nor senile. Given the right circumstances Leviathan was lethal, not to mention his other aspirations which resolved not around taking over Ohu, but finding a good meal. And, as fate would have it, one of the largest concentration of dog resided within Ohu. One day the great cannibal would sit down to his feast, bloat his stomach to its fullest extent, die with the decaying flesh of his brethren in his stomach, and with a smile dotted with blood on his jaws. All the same, the beast was patient. He had grown so old, certainly he must have known that patience was a virtue! A virtue that a younger cannibal may not realise-and it was the likes of such young fellows who often produced the 'uncontrollable cannibal' stereotype.

However as those grey eyes gazed at the slowly turning windmill one could see no trace of something that could not be controlled. He had been accepted to this pack and had followed the rules given to him rather easily. He thought it was a fair trade-off, being able to wander to-and-fro in order to collect his meals (as long as he was sure they were not part of the Southern Alps) with the added advantage of having some place to sleep and some companions with which he could talk to. Sadly for Leviathan, he was not much of a talker. He could speak, and like any old man was given to bouts of ramble, but unlike other old men he was not as well suited to the job of a story teller. What knowledge his brain contained was small, but what skill he must have possessed! To lure the young innocent dogs of Japan into his jaws! To woo them away from their family, their life, in order to provide this mutt with food! He had abilities that were surely not to be laughed at-and even as a fighter Leviathan could be a force to reckon with-but that hardly mattered to the canine. His gaze was fixed upon the windmill as the winds gently nudged it along its rotation. He seemed fascinated by its movements and shook his head as if to erase it from his mind.

The sky hardly seemed to catch Leviathan's attention, instead it continued on with its bright blue hue while clouds traveled overhead to some unknown location. It was afternoon and still plenty bright with the sun shining. Yet Leviathan yawned and scratched his snout with a paw. He wasn't hungry, not yet, and the day proved to still carry on slowly even though he did nothing. He wasn't tired, either, which made Leviathan bored. He supposed he could continue to wander as he always had, but the windmill's movements held his attention, and for the time being, kept him in the area. His mind simply became idle, having no real thoughts of its own and having no thoughts linked to his past. He regretted none of his past because he could not remember it-and he had no thoughts of his own because he hardly needed them. He knew what he knew to get by, and hardly anything else. Wisdom was not a virtue, and not something that everyone gained through age, one could be sure.

Word Count: 659 (oh god so short ;_;)
Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


Picture in sig by http://www.flickr.com/photos/yowzer/' target='_blank'>Yowzer
Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound


#2
Skoll

Skoll
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OOC: Hush! XD That is still a fair amount of words!

Skoll had spent much of his time away from the interior of the Southern Alps. After his fight and injury that he had obtained during it, he had deemed it prudent to just get away as quickly as possible. Once he had healed, he had still stayed close but not wandered in too close. He trusted his pack... mostly. However, he knew the types that filled the ranks. There were those that would prey on any bit of weakness that they saw. Some of that might be a challenge for rank, but there was the potential for something far more deadly when you were dealing with the dogs that lived within their home. So he had kept himself away until he was sure there was no trace of a limp. He was fighting strong again.

Not much had changed in the time he had been gone but not gone. The scents that swirled about the pack and its land had been the same, mostly. One or two new here and there and those had remained, and so the shepherd could only assume that they had been brought into the fold. Well, that was no concern of his so long as they followed the rules and respected the dogs that had been there longer. It was no business of Skoll's who the leaders of the pack brought in. His concern was with doing his job, in spying and scouting when he was sent to do so, and in being allowed to roam and ramble on his strange quests to follow after the cycles of the moon. So long as that happened and so long as they eventually reached their inevitable goal of the glorious battle that would befall the dogs of Ohu... well, Skoll wasn't going to protest new members he didn't even know (or care much about).

The slow creak of the windmill that existed at the center of the Southern Alps caught his attention. The German shepherd's ears pricked just a bit more as his deep brown eyes scanned the area. It wasn't home to him, not quite, but it was probably the closest that he could call that. The dilapidated farmhouse, slowly going to ruins, stuck out amidst the forest scenery although soon enough it would practically become a part of the forest scenery. Slowly the weeds and the grass, the vines, the tree roots, they would all continue their effortless and tireless work until they had broken down the structure that had once held the hopes and dreams of a human. A fairly fitting metaphor if you considered who had ruled and who now ruled these lands.

The sight of another, much larger canine pulled Skoll from his introspection. The wolfhound was a faintly familiar face, although the shepherd didn't know him too well. An older canine and one that, despite his age, was still someone that could be considered a formidable opponent. Then again, he supposed that could be said of almost all of the dogs in the pack. Despite size, age or looks most of them had qualities that made them dangerous to know. A wise lesson to always keep in the back of ones mind. He padded closer, dipping his head slightly in acknowledgement of the older dog as he drew in close. "Yo," he offered up by way of greeting, certainly not the most respectful of ones that he could have given. Then again, Skoll wasn't one to respect age overly much; just rank and power.
© Judah & Sker.

The world will look up and shout 'save us' and I'll whisper 'no'.

#3
Leviathan

Leviathan
  • South Alps
  • 81 posts

Drink, that's all you can.
Listen, that's all you can,
Dream, that's all you can,


{{OCC: At school, lulz, so this isn't very good. }}

Live, that's all you can,
Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


The sight of the windmill left his attention suddenly; he no longer stood transfixed due to a peculiar smell that moved into his nose. However it wasn't peculiar because he had never smelled it before, but because it had a very faint smell of blood. The smell of blood always found a way to distract him, it was like a magnet, always attracting his gaze. Not that his head allowed him to have such deep thoughts, not at all. His head always seemed to hope and wait for the smell of blood; it always was on the lookout, allowing the body to go where it may. But the smell of blood wasn't strong; it was faint and long forgotten. How disappointing. Any hopes Leviathan had perhaps of meeting a wounded dog that would make a good meal vanished quickly. Even if the dog approaching him had been wounded, Leviathan could not have touched him. The other dog was a comrade, and Leviathan was not skilled enough to talk his way out of a murder when the leaders of the Southern Alps knew his secret. Patience again set itself into his mind, and he forgot any and all notions of making a meal out of Skoll.

"Yo"

The German Shepherd was now upon him, and Leviathan hardly reacted. Most would have been startled at the fact they had hardly moved when approached, but the great monster believed he had little to fear. If this fellow was not a meal and hardly a friend, why should he react with anything? Yet it would be rude to ignore Skoll, even though Leviathan hardly knew him. In fact, the knight of gluttony hardly remembered anyone's name-his memory was quite bad at times. No matter, the monster, as stated before, was patient. If he had to hear a name hundreds of times in order to remember it, so be it. Finally, however, Leviathan seemed to register Skoll's greeting, and he turned his head slowly to look in Skoll's direction. "'Ello," his accent shown through quite easily, even in this word. So did his age, if you had any doubt that Leviathan was older than he appeared, his voice easily let you know otherwise. The giant began to wonder if he should continue the conversation with the younger dog. He didn't want any trouble from him, they were of the same pack and it was best to stay on good terms with as many as possible (whether or not their rank was high. If Leviathan couldn't remember others names easily, what would it matter to him what rank you were if you were not the leader?). "What brings yeh here, sir?" Leviathan couldn't tell by sight that Skoll was a spy, although he would not have been surprised. Every empire needed different ranks, spies would certainly be among them. However it was clear that Leviathan was not among them. If his size didn't give away his oddness in the crowd, the missing members of the group he wandered into certainly would.

His eyes drifted back to the windmill, not at all noticing the metaphor but again staring at the movement of the blades. He wasn't ignoring Skoll, not at all. He simply was drawn to the sight of the blades, perhaps he was like a bull: forever drawn to movement. It was a fitting description of Leviathan, a raging bull that was as dangerous as he was graceful. However perhaps he was not as energetic or as driven as such a mammal. Maybe when he had been younger he had been, but eventually an old beast began to show signs of his age. With Leviathan, this came in simply slowing his body down. A creature his size always ran the risk of running himself to death, either his legs would give out or his stomach would find itself twisted and flipped due to his running. In this way, the lurking Leviathan among the depths only to raise itself at the end-was a much better name for the cannibal. "I hope yeh have been well," he thought about mentioning the smell of blood, but realised with Skoll being closer that it was quite faint. So faint, in fact, that had Leviathan been hungry he would have ignored it. A puddle of water was hardly going to quench one's thirst, and the same would go with the remains of a wound.

Word Count: 736
Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


Picture in sig by http://www.flickr.com/photos/yowzer/' target='_blank'>Yowzer
Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound


#4
Skoll

Skoll
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  • 62 posts








Initially, the older dog didn't even respond to his presence. The great head did not turn and there was no response to his admittedly less than proper greeting. The shepherd was ready to take an insult to it, though he had no reason to do so; they weren't allowed to fight with each other except in practice and he really didn't have much against the larger male. His personality was one of a quick temper and of one normally spoiling for a fight, however. He sometimes deigned to chase out intruders rather than fight them but the more time he spent under the sun and the more time that he spent running about with no outlet for his frustrations meant that his hackles were ready to raise over the smallest slight. Before he could begin to bluster and bluff, however, the wolfhound turned his head towards Skoll finally in acknowledgement.

One of Skoll's ears flicked back slightly as the older dog spoke in his accented tones. He hadn't had much exposure to Leviathan and his accent; it took him a few seconds longer to process the words than it would for a normal dog. He offered up a snort as Leviathan asked him what brought him here. "What brings any of us here?" he scoffed a bit. It sounded like a deep question but it was definitely not that in the least. He wasn't actually out to mock the older dog but if it came out like that he certainly wasn't going to apologize, either. "It's a good a place as any to report and it's the center of our lands." It contained enough shelter to carry them through the worst storms and winters, it was a centralized location and it was usually where the Leaders spent their time. Skoll so no reason to waste his time wandering around when he could just come here, relax, give reports and do whatever he pleased until it was time for him to go out again.

The German shepherd gave a huff as Leviathan's eyes turned back towards the slowly creaking and rotating windmill. His own brown eyes drifted just a little to watch it in its last clinging to the bit of life that it had once engaged in. After a moment he gave his entire body a shake, feeling some of the dust and dirt of the day that had collected on his fur drifting off into the air. "Well enough, I suppose," he answered cautiously. Skoll had delivered his news of the monstrous not-dog that he had fought with to the heads of the pack but he had not delivered that information to the rest of the pack members. In part, he felt that was a duty best left to those that controlled the demons that lived on these lands. There was more to it than that, however.

The pride of the male didn't like to admit his spectacular defeat. Skoll was not a perfect fighter by any means, but he was still an accomplished one. His total defeat and narrow escape from death had left a lingering bit of wounded pride to deal with. Not only that, if you exposed a weakness there were always those that would live to exploit that weakness. However... Skoll let that thought tickle at the back of his mind without acting on it immediately. However.

"I did have a scuffle with something that was not quite natural," the shepherd finally spoke, offering up the information in a couched sort of way. It was a way to test if the other dog had heard about it, for one. It also allowed him to tell the story without revealing too much of his wounds or of his wounded pride. He was certainly no master of words but he thought that this might work out well enough for him.
© Judah & Sker.

The world will look up and shout 'save us' and I'll whisper 'no'.

#5
Leviathan

Leviathan
  • South Alps
  • 81 posts

Drink, that's all you can.
Listen, that's all you can,
Dream, that's all you can,


{{OCC;}}

Live, that's all you can,
Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


"What brings any of us here? It's a good a place as any to report and it's the center of our lands."

Leviathan was not nearly as temperamental as Skoll, he was not easily insulted, not really. Words bounced off of him and left his memory easily, whilst actions had a way of quickly engaging his mind and forcing him to remember. So he would not remember another's insult a week from now, but any accusations of senility would fall when one could see how he grabbed a hold of the unlucky dog who decided it would be a good idea to stir him from a well deserved nap. And obviously, once his hunger took over his mind, any words and actions would be useless. His mind would have only focused on being fed, while his body simply pushed on to accomplish the task. Either he would be fed or he would die, and Leviathan had little issue with that. He was not supposed to be a philosopher or thinker, he was meant to be a cannibal, perhaps with some sort of old timer knowledge in his mind. His heart and brain were so old that he hardly felt remorse, he had killed and ruined far too many lives for him to care about them, anymore, and so even in his advanced age the monster was a perfect soldier. Unquestioning and perfect at preforming his tasks.

However his mind, because it was not meant for deep thinking, hardly reacted more than slightly tilting his head at Skoll's question. Why would they be here? What did that mean? Leviathan could not remember his life before Japan, and so he knew life to be nothing but feeding. He was here to eat, and to wander, and he had always done this with ease. It was no question to the old dog, not really. "Hunger, that is whot brings us." Leviathan mused, however he hardly seemed to take into account the other meaning of the questions. He wasn't stupid but he had no need to question certain things. Life was one of those things, Death was another. With Skoll's second question, Leviathan nodded. "Aye." What more should he say on the matter? There was nothing more to say, and he had no urge to draw out his speech any more than he already had. He was such a simple, yet complex old man, wasn't he? Such a patient machine, such a monstrosity. Full of thoughts and emptiness, full of hunger and ignorance, full of evil and yet full of good. For if the world did not have Leviathan the population of young, ignorant dogs may sky rocket. And what would that do to the gene pool?

"Well enough, I suppose. I did have a scuffle with something that was not quite natural."

The old man's interest, although wavy ay best - could still be piqued. He was not aware and did have much reason, to care about the well being of other members of the pack. If he came upon a member wounded he would offer help, but if the member was beyond help? Well, if Leviathan were alone, what sense would there be in a funeral when the crematory between his jaws left nothing but bone? He would not have thought lesser of Skoll if Skoll had admitted to his loss in a fight due to this disinterest. Leviathan had lost many times in his life, even though he had no scars to prove it, he had spent nights and days starving because a dog had seen through his acts and luring. He was beyond pride, he was a simple remorseless machine, was he not? However... something that was not quite natural? Leviathan had seen all of Japan, he had heard the stories of unnatural beasts and beings (whether or not he believed them was besides the point, as couldn't he be determined one, in his own right?) The thought that another creature may be roaming that was more unnatural than he was interesting, especially if this dog had the scars to prove it. His eyes turned back to Skoll, resting on the younger dog. "Yeh did? Whot sort of unnatural was it? I've seen my fair share of 'em." He had met many types of dogs, humans, and other animals. He may not remember their names but he could remember their actions. He could certainly remember a creature that was a threat to his life, as even as unambitious as Leviathan was, he was still driven by hunger. He still craved. He still wanted to taste the flesh and bone of his fellow canines. If a creature lurked that might kill him it was in his best interest to remain wary and on guard. And if Skoll did not tell him the story? He would most likely forget, or only remember a fraction of it. He would remember something unnatural, but who had told him and where it lurked would be lost to the aged dog's mind.

Word Count: 840
Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


Picture in sig by http://www.flickr.com/photos/yowzer/' target='_blank'>Yowzer
Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound


#6
Skoll

Skoll
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  • 62 posts








Hunger, that is whot brings us, Leviathan had answered in his strange accent from whatever lands he had hailed from. Hunger. Whether or not the old dog was being literal or philosophical, Skoll supposed the words rang completely true. Hunger brought them here and kept them here. It was more than a hunger of the body than a hunger of the soul. They wanted to rip and tear and shred, they wanted to fight and to rend a dog's life, to tear it away from his body and leave him bleeding it out into the earth. They could get food anywhere but they needed someone else to supply them with the chance for the desires that they had. Of course, Skoll did not really know many of his packmates all that well. He was basing much of his judgment off of Rasp, who thought in that general mindset. If he had ever known of Leviathan's particular proclivities and appetites it had mattered little to him.

At the older dog's question, Skoll could only shake his head for a moment. What kind of unnatural was it? That was the question, wasn't it? Skoll didn't know. He had known from the moment it came upon him that something was off; the way it spoke and moved had been so strange. When his fangs had sunk beneath what should have been fur and flesh and met metal he had known for sure this was no creature of the wilds, no creature born in nature or even in the way that some dogs and other animals were bred and born under the watchful eyes of humans. No, there was nothing natural about it. Skoll had little doubt that the humans had something to do with its creation but his knowledge of what mankind could do was severely limited by the very little exposure he had ever had with humanity. Surely some members of the Southern Alps pack would have recognized human interference and would have known what they could have done to a living creature to turn it into a machine, but not Skoll.

The German shepherd snorted after a moment and curled his haunches beneath him, taking a seat where he had stood. The brown eyes remained trained on the older, large male as he chose his words carefully. He highly doubted that Leviathan would scoff and laugh at him but he wanted to find the right words regardless. Skoll did not have any strong ties to his packmates but he certainly didn't want to see them laid to waste by the monster that he had encountered. If he hadn't cared, he would have just let them fall to its jaws with a mental shrug and gone to another territory in the vast expanse of Japan.

"It looked like a dog, like you and I," he began slowly. "The scent was off and its voice echoed, like it was speaking from inside a cave rather than right in front of me. I could not damage it. Every time I tried I only got pain in return; its flesh was as hard as if you had tried to bite a rock. Harder. I've never experienced anything like it before in my life." Skoll had left the information with his Leaders but could they do anything about it? Could anyone? If this not-dog returned again would they simply move out of the way or would they all be slaughtered? Skoll knew the futility of fighting it. He was not going to do so again. He would take himself out of the area if it came to that.

The male's ears swiveled a bit, his focal point still rooted onto Leviathan. He was old, much older than Skoll was. Perhaps he had encountered something in his life that was similar, perhaps not. "Have you heard of such a thing before?"
© Judah & Sker.

The world will look up and shout 'save us' and I'll whisper 'no'.

#7
Leviathan

Leviathan
  • South Alps
  • 81 posts

Drink, that's all you can.
Listen, that's all you can,
Dream, that's all you can,


{{OCC; :3 Inconsistent accent is inconsistent. }}

Live, that's all you can,
Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


Whether or not Leviathan meant his words to be philosophical or literal hardly mattered to him. Being old seemed to force one into having some sort of wisdom, of course most older dogs had better wisdom and advice than Leviathan, one could assume much of the advice Leviathan gave was to be followed. After all how would a cannibal survive the humans and other dogs for this long without gathering attention? Without becoming a terrorizing monster with no loyalties other than the demigods who created him? Perhaps he was lucky to be a beast of malformed mind and nature rather than one of humans' 'best' intentions. It hardly mattered to him, also, what Skoll thought of his reply. It was Leviathan's nature to hunger, to feed, and he assumed so did everyone else. Why else would dogs hunt if they were not hungry? Of course he must have noticed the other implications of the word hunger, but because he was not meant for thinking he hardly dwelt on it. If he had no reason to think he hardly wasted his brain's power in doing so. There were plenty of other dogs who could instead, and Leviathan would let them. His only purpose was to eat, and he served that purpose well, did he not?

The things Leviathan had seen in Japan were not as varied as some, seeing as he did not have the memory of most dogs who could be counted upon for understanding the strange robotic dog, but he did hear things. He did, upon occasion, find himself in danger, posed against a foe much greater than he. He had seen other cannibals like himself, and heard the many stories surrounding Ohu, and he heard humans' voices - in his dreams as memories he would never remember - speaking of the end times, speaking of killers. Humans here sometimes spoke of monsters, and although Leviathan hardly cared for humans, he knew how to avoid them. He knew what they could do, he had seen them. He may not have remembered his old life, and may have never come face to face with a human and a gun, but he had seen other dogs who had. He had heard gunshots some nights, and even seen guns up close. He had seen cars, seen boats, and machines that he could not understand nor remember. He knew humans were capable of much, and that much - if not all - was dangerous.

"It looked like a dog, like you and I, the scent was off and its voice echoed, like it was speaking from inside a cave rather than right in front of me. I could not damage it. Every time I tried I only got pain in return; its flesh was as hard as if you had tried to bite a rock. Harder. I've never experienced anything like it before in my life."

The old dog listened to Skoll, with a sort of curiousity perhaps only another monster could enjoy. Was he afraid of a dog with such a description? Perhaps. Was he going to be worried about it, or otherwise fear for himself if he came upon it? Not at all, for stories tended to exaggerate. Nothing was as it truly appeared, and even though Leviathan could believe that Skoll had encountered something out of the norm, it was not unbeatable. The cannibal wondered if he could bite through the skin and metal workings of the dog, but he hardly thought of himself as a strong fighter. His skull may have been thick, but he was not meant to be in long fights. He could lure, he could vanquish with one bite when he saw the opening, but such a tall dog fell hard upon the ground if he was knocked off balance. He was hardly jealous of this monster, as Leviathan did not consider himself to be as evil or as monstrous as he actually was. Not many here knew of him by sight based on what he did; he was simply an old dog. How or why he joined the Southern Alps was not known, and perhaps that was for the better. In fact it was doubtful Leviathan would ever show his true colours unless it was asked of him, and in which case, he would do as he was told. But once he was unleashed, could he be calmed?

"Have you heard of such a thing before?"

The beat noticed that Skoll watched him; Skoll had stayed watching him all through their conversation, but now when he did the dog seemed to wait for an answer. Leviathan did not seem horrified or surprised at the description of a nightmarish beast, he was used to them, wasn't he? He knew little of Skoll's past, and knew little of what Skoll's knowledge contained or did not. "I have heard similar stories of creatures who couldn't be harmed by dogs' fangs. Do yeh know much about Ohu?" Leviathan paused and shook his head, "Doesn't matter whot yeh think of 'em, I only speak of their stories. Not so long ago a giant monster escaped from somewhere, he had once been a dog but was much larger than even me." He hardly seemed to think this statement as out of the ordinary, it seemed like it took a lot more to make Leviathan afraid. "The Ohu dogs couldn't wound 'im, they had to drop 'im off a cliff, stab his heart on a log below, from whot I gather." Leviathan cared not if Skoll liked or disliked Ohu, they simply existed to Leviathan. He had wandered, he had heard their legends, and was hardly affected. "I also remember hearin' a story that one of their members possessed front legs made out of some hard material. It could cut through rocks, and slice skin easier than any fangs. Both were products o' humans, and I bet the fellow you met was, too." Yawning a little, Leviathan continued. "Either he escaped, as many do, or the humans let 'im out. Either way, I'm sure many others like 'em may exist. If not now, soon." He then offered a small shrug, "but I've seen neither myself. Whether or not they are true I hardly know nor care, I only offer whot I have heard. Humans are behind 'im though, I'm sure of that."

Word Count: 1060
Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


Picture in sig by http://www.flickr.com/photos/yowzer/' target='_blank'>Yowzer
Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound


#8
Skoll

Skoll
  • South Alps
  • 62 posts








Skoll waited for the older dog to tell the shepherd that he had seen things like this before, to verify what he had seen. At the same time, he waited for Leviathan to laugh and say that he had imagined it. The old dog did neither. In fact, for a long bit of time he was silent and considering. Skoll didn't think he was slow, at least Leviathan didn't come off that way, but it seemed like he took his time to weigh his answers and his thoughts carefully. It was just another sign of the gap of age between them as well as just the general difference in personalities. Finally that heavily accented voice began to speak though and the shepherd listened, letting the words drift over him as he tried to pick out the meaning between the accented words.

The brown eyes blinked for a moment before Skoll gave a slight nod in response to the larger dog's question. He didn't know too much about their enemy to the north but he had heard bits and pieces. He considered Leviathan's words for a moment. "I had thought that story only fancy, something made up perhaps out of retelling or perhaps for their own image. But now..." But now, Skoll had to question what he had previously thought. If he himself had encountered a dog that no attack of his could affect, then maybe the Ohu dogs themselves had encountered a massive dog. He had not heard of a dog with the hard legs, though that sounded more similar to his own encounter than the massive that Leviathan had also reported on. His attention sharpened and focused more on the other male as he mentioned humans.

"Humans," he echoed Leviathan's words in a bemused sort of tone. Skoll had encountered and seen humans before but he had never been an owned dog. He had never experienced the cruelties or the niceties that a human being could visit upon a canine. He had little knowledge of experimental canines, even though one existed within the Southern Alps. Yet what other explanation could there be? Skoll knew that there were strange things in nature but nothing in his knowledge, or any other being's knowledge, could not be defeated that way except for contraptions that human beings created and designed. Though Skoll rankled a bit at having not immediately recognized such a thing he still had to agree with Leviathan's deduction. Some human, somewhere, had created this monstrosity and either allowed it to escape or they had purposefully set it loose. The end result was the same.

With a quick, almost jerky, motion the German shepherd shook the thoughts off of him much as he would shake the water off of his coat. "Well, you're probably right. Humans have a way of doing things that are completely incomprehensible," he admitted grudgingly. "I only spoke of it so that someone else might be aware too. Hopefully we will never have to encounter it again." Skoll hoped so but he had very little hope for it. The creature might have left their lands for now but he had little doubt that it would return. Perhaps this time he would be more prepared. Maybe if they attacked it in numbers even the hard body that had resisted his own fangs would yield. Maybe even the older dog that was a scant distance away from him might know the secret to defeating such an adversary. Only time would tell, really. Skoll just hoped that the pack that he had chosen would prove its strength in taking down a foe of that nature with little problem.
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#9
Leviathan

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Drink, that's all you can.
Listen, that's all you can,
Dream, that's all you can,


{{OCC;}}

Live, that's all you can,
Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


"I had thought that story only fancy, something made up perhaps out of retelling or perhaps for their own image. But now..."

The cannibal was no poet; his words were few and far between. When others could speak for days on end, the monster simply sat and listened, occasionally nodding off when he felt nothing was of interest to him. However his long pauses gave his mind time to form the correct words; he would speak carefully so that others could hear and understand him. However now the lumbering monster offered his version of a shrug, his head dipped for a moment and the raggedy shoulders stood up, before settling back down and his head being raised again. Not many, Leviathan supposed, believed all the stories they heard, regardless of where or to whom they happened to, but it was always better to remain wary and aware that something may exist with such a description, and if that certain thing doesn't, danger certainly does exist amongst the shadows and darkness of life. To not heed such meant death, and Leviathan was wise enough to entertain the prospect that something dangerous existed, whether or not it was a monster or a dog was of little concern to him.

"Humans. Well, you're probably right. Humans have a way of doing things that are completely incomprehensible. I only spoke of it so that someone else might be aware too. Hopefully we will never have to encounter it again."

The old mutt nodded, "better to spread word 'round. Better to be prepared rather than surprised, eh?" The dog chuckled, finding the prospect of a great machine dog that he could not bite to be a fanciful thing, indeed. Fear was not a natural emotion for Leviathan, he simply knew he was defeated and moved on, and if he couldn't, one day, move on? So be it. He had lived a long life, longer than most villains of his breeds; but maybe it was his wise state of mind, his ability to simply forget and move on was what kept him alive. He felt not guilt, he felt not sadness, not really. For how could you feel sad over a memory that you forgot - when you never knew that it had occurred in the first place? "We will surely encounter 'em again." Leviathan muttered after some time of silence, almost abruptly he happened to spit this out. Not to squash Skoll's thoughts, not at all, Leviathan simply moved on. Many creatures held grudges, especially humans. If the dog-machine was a product of humans, it was only reasonable that he, too, would carry grudges. Leviathan's thought process was not as advanced, he only had his own remembered experiences to go by. And it was quite simple; if you know that you could win a fight easily, you would return to win it when you gave the enemy time to clean themselves up. When they began to forget that you existed; of course this meant Leviathan had, in his younger days, visited certain areas where food was easy to get. A pack of a few uneducated puppies could be picked off in a month or two; and if any survived? His mind never remembered nor cared for their well being. His only goal was to stay fed, and he preformed that goal well.

"I figure he will return, he knows we have a weak point. He believes he can easily return to finish what he started." The old dog yawned, "or he may not. Maybe Ohu will get rid of 'em, maybe he will go back to whatever human made 'im." He did the same shrug again, his words hardly seemed biased toward one side or the other, he simply stated what he knew. A predator would return to a weak herd, and if they could drive the machine-dog off? All the better. Maybe Leviathan believed he could fight the creature, although it was doubtful. But nothing in life was immortal, as far as monsters were concerned. They all had a weakness which could eventually be exposed. If the wolfhound was in a fury, was in a rage, perhaps some sort of damage could be done? The mix's abilities and power was not well understood, seeing as his old age was a handicap in triggering such an onslaught, but also because he hardly seemed like the evil fellow. He simply seemed like an old wanderer who decided that his grave would be placed amongst the Southern Alps, rather than Ohu.

Word Count: 758
Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


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Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound


#10
Skoll

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The dark colored shepherd gave a nod of his head in response to Leviathan's words. Though he would rather not admit his own defeat to another dog, especially one of his own pack, the word did need to be spread around. He didn't really care a bit if some wandering stranger or some Ohu dog fell under the merciless, razor sharp fangs of the creature but Skoll had chosen this pack and this land. Unless either the pack or the land betrayed him, he would attempt to keep it safe and to warn others who had chosen the same route and the same life as himself. As he considered these things and how many other dogs would need to be warned within the pack, the older male spoke again. Skoll's expression turned slightly sour at the way that the old dog shot down his words but, in this case, he knew he couldn't even get worked up about an imagined offense. Leviathan was right and Skoll had known that even as he hoped for it. The meeting might take months, but eventually, unless someone finished the beast off, it would return. "You're right, of course. Though perhaps the outcome will be different when it does return."

Skoll did not much like being referred to as a weak point, but in the eyes of the not-dog he could see how he would be. The dog had left him for dead, after all. Then again, with the way the thing had talked... any dog that was living seemed to be a 'weak point' if what he had gathered was correct. Skoll gave his head a slight shake to dismiss the thoughts. He didn't know how the beast thought so there was no point in trying to get too deeply inside its head or guessing its moves and motives. That was up for generals and leaders to decide if it came down to it. Skoll was a spy and a fighter. He was smart enough when it came down to it but he'd rather rend and tear; leave others to come up with the battle plans.

"I wonder if those Ohu dogs could even handle this one. I don't think a tree branch will be a solution." After all, he had never before heard any story, even out of Ohu, of a dog that was purely this way. Parts here and there but completely? Then again, who knew? Maybe they would defeat the monster and leave him burning with the shame of it all. Like most of the dogs of the Southern Alps, he did not have a specific grudge against Ohu but he, at least, felt that they were nothing more than a bunch of whining puppies full of romanticized ideals. He could hardly imagine them defeating the not-dog that he had done battle with even if there were legends about their prowess and courage. He felt a momentary flicker of hope that the beast might return to its human masters but squashed that. If it returned, they might somehow make it worse. As it stood now, they might be able to beat the creature if they used their numbers and their cunning. If it were made worse then there would be little chance for any of them.

Finally he gave a little snort and a shrug of his own. "Well, if Ohu handles it then I suppose we'll hear stories about it. I plan to spread the word more so, if not, we should be prepared. Forewarned is forearmed, after all." And, really, that was about the best that they could do. Only time could tell if the beast would return, if the old dog by his side might battle and defeat the monster, if the entire pack might be slain by this thing the humans had unleashed upon them.
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#11
Leviathan

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Drink, that's all you can.
Listen, that's all you can,
Dream, that's all you can,


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Live, that's all you can,
Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


"You're right, of course. Though perhaps the outcome will be different when it does return."

The beast nodded, regardless if it was negative or positive the outcome would be different. Either the robotic dog would return and kill them all, or they would find a way to disassemble him. From what Leviathan gathered, Skoll had not found a weakness in the dog, and obviously, Skoll was not dead. "It will, indeed. And thanks to yeh, we will be prepared." The word hopefully was much too dramatic and poetic for Leviathan, so he did not add it. In fact, maybe Leviathan even wished for some sort of conflict. It would be a chance to show that he was not simply a cannibal; he was a survivor, the wild man, the knight in rusted armour. What he lacked in speed he made up for in experience ans pure ability. He was taller than other dogs, and fought differently. Because he fought mostly for food, he had to combine the instincts of hunting and fighting. He had to learn to kill quickly and with the least amount of damage to himself. But the monster was not incapable of taking hits; he simply wished to avoid them. But he had never fought a metal monster before, perhaps his worn fangs would be useless then.

Even though Leviathan was not a thinker, he was a fighter. He was, in a way, one of the examples that the Southern Alps had to their disposal. It was one thing to try and think like a monster, but what if a monster were to be used as a way to see into his thought processes? If Leviathan were to invade the Alps by himself, how would he do it? Who would he target, when would he attack? Of course, Leviathan would never try to take down a pack as large as the South Alps, but theoretically, if he was desperate and had to kill a member or two, who would it be? His mind would easily respond; he would attack when visibility was low, when it was not snowing. He would target the youngest or those who were the least guarded; such as spies or patrols. Loners were the best target, regardless of their size. He would choose a victim who stood smaller than him, but not so small that they could easily get a hold of his neck before he could bend to get their's. He would not go after a leader, not at first. But once he was able to kill enough of the patrol, eventually a leader would be driven out. Leviathan would not know whom was leader, but he would still attack and kill the same. The less conflict the best, and a leader or patroling dog that could be willed into death was always best. 'Do yeh know the way to such-and-such young lass?' Or, 'may I be allowed to hunt in yeh territory? May yeh show me the way?' It would get harder to will a victim into submission, but it was always possible.

And what if Leviathan was in a rage? What if he invaded the very heart of the pack? He would kill all - or as many as possible - in his frenzy. The smell and taste of blood would be enough to drive him onward, and if all went well, he could charge through the heart of the pack quickly. Usually some ran away from the pack to avoid being killed, but often a charge was scary enough for most leaders. They were unprepared, no matter how much they had calculated their chances or whatever else they believed. If they were experienced leaders they would simply withhold attacking altogether, if they were strong leaders they would attack head on. But Leviathan was a monster not because he usually went after these harder to kill packs, but because he ripped apart young, new, small ones. He was a rumour, a nightmare. And eventually, once or twice, he set his sight on a larger pack and dissembled them. He didn't know how he did this, he was simply hungry and needed fuel. Huger drove him; but was this the same for a robotic machine? How was Leviathan to know, when he was one of the most ancient of beasts?

"I wonder if those Ohu dogs could even handle this one. I don't think a tree branch will be a solution. Well, if Ohu handles it then I suppose we'll hear stories about it. I plan to spread the word more so, if not, we should be prepared. Forewarned is forearmed, after all."

He offered another shrug, he had little idea what Ohu was capable of. Everything he heard when he had traveled he accepted. Not as truth, but as possibility. To be arrogant was to die of hubris, to be ignorant was to die in a pseudo-innocence. If the dogs of Ohu defeated the robotic dog, all the better. For there was the chance that the robotic dog may reveal to Ohu the Southern Alps, or that the commotion of dogs killing a being harder than stone in the Southern Alps may spark Ohu's interest. Strong dogs in the South? Why not ask them to join? Leviathan did not see the statistical advantage of this, he only saw it as being found out. A monster did not like being found out, not physically. They didn't mind stories or myths, but if they were caught there was nothing to go back to. They were no longer monsters but physical, living and breathing, mortal things. Not the immortal terrors they used to be. "Whot do yeh think will?" Leviathan asked suddenly. He knew that fangs alone could not beat the robot, but...something had to. Rocks or a tree, maybe even water or fire. He doubted Skoll knew enough to tell what the robotic dog was weak too, but maybe he knew enough to know what it was not weak to, where not to waste time targeting. It was merely curiosity on Leviathan's part, not much else. Leviathan let out a yawn after a few moments, and allowed his tongue to wipe across his fangs. "I will be of service if called upon." Was all he said, was all he had to say. He would not mind a confrontation, but he was not so young and so full of fury that he would cause one to happen. If they thought he was needed, they could wake him or drag him into battle. He was too old to care, but young enough to fight and prove his worth. One did not become a cannibal without some sort of skill, anyway.

Word Count: 1121
Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


Picture in sig by http://www.flickr.com/photos/yowzer/' target='_blank'>Yowzer
Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound


#12
Skoll

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It seemed as if the older, larger male was not inclined to talk much but Skoll supposed that was all right. Skoll himself was not an overly chatty canine. He expected certain bits of respect and he expected that when he spoke that he was listened to but, really, that was about it. He certainly didn't go and seek out company for a nice chat like some canines seemed to like to do. Skoll was an all right pack dog, but he was not the best. He wore out quite quickly on the company of most dogs. Still, the shepherd wasn't ready to pack it off just yet. Especially not when he was getting at least a little bit of praise. Skoll was not exactly a vain dog, but who didn't like to hear something good about themselves? Even if it was just a 'thanks to you', even if it was a cursory sort of a thing. "It's all we can do and hope for," he responded to the words. "At least I was able to do that much." Because he had been able to do little else. Still, the more of the pack that knew the better chance someone might have of knowing just how to defeat a beast like that.

The dark shepherd watched as Leviathan once again seemed to... well, doze off. That wasn't an accurate term, really, although Skoll had to wonder if maybe it was a sign of old age. A sign of weakness? Maybe. Skoll wasn't about to test that out. For one, that was forbidden unless you were sparring. He didn't want to get overzealous and find out that the old dog really was just getting old. He didn't want to find out the hard way that Leviathan was just perpetually bluffing. So he put up with the silence as best as he could, letting the old dog think and daydream or whatever it was that he did. Skoll was not the most patient of dogs but he could wait at least a little bit longer.

After a few moments, Leviathan seemed to come back to himself with a slight shrug at Skoll's comments about Ohu. The brown eyes watched the larger male intently for a moment, wondering if maybe his lack of agreement meant anything... but then again, the old dog didn't seem supportive of the idea that Ohu would triumph. It was more like he didn't care either way. Then again, this dog was a foe of their pack but potentially a foe of anything alive. Perhaps Skoll shouldn't care either, so long as someone took him out of this world. Skoll would rather not hear anymore tales of Ohu victory but he could squash down a bit of pride to at least know that the Southern Alps didn't have to worry about the beast anymore. He blinked slightly at Leviathan's question. It was a good question, really. What would take the beast down?

The German shepherd pondered that, his turn to now fall silent as he replayed the battle that he had engaged in. The only thing that had saved him was a tree limb falling on top of the not-dog's head. It hadn't done damage that Skoll could see, but it had seemed confused. "My claws did nothing to its hide and it had no skin I've known. My fangs only hit what felt like stone," he spoke the words slowly, almost repeating his story from earlier as he sounded them out. "But what saved me was a tree limb falling on its head. It didn't seem to damage it externally but it became confused." He mused that over for a moment longer. "A strong blow to the head might do it, maybe; stronger than that branch." He didn't know if a dog could recreate a force like that, but it was more than he had known originally when facing the beast. He gave a nod of his own at the larger male's words. "As will I," he murmured softly. Even though he had no desire to face that monstrosity again, if one of the Leaders of the pack called on him to do so there was not much he could do except to obey the commands given to him.
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#13
Leviathan

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Drink, that's all you can.
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Be thankful, that's all you can,
Just doin' the best I can,


"It's all we can do and hope for, at least I was able to do that much."

Whether or not Leviathan's dozes where that of old age or simply his nature was hard to discern. He had been a solitary creature during the years he wandered Japan, and it would not all be too strange if he spent hours simply thinking to himself when he had no one else to speak to. Of course, this sort of amusement was bound to increase with his age. What old man did not take it upon himself to ramble or nod off in thoughts of old? But he didn't think of thoughts of old; he was not as fast or as agile as the young German Shepherd, but it would be wrong to think that he had lost a fighting power. His jaws were as strong as any other dog's, his fangs may have been held by aged roots, but they still acted as any other fangs. Besides, Leviathan's memory was not one to reflect upon the past, it was more of a mind that reflected on the what-ifs of the present using any details that he remembered from his past. These weren't much, but he surely wasn't as absent minded as his body made him appear to be.

"My claws did nothing to its hide and it had no skin I've known. My fangs only hit what felt like stone, but what saved me was a tree limb falling on its head. It didn't seem to damage it externally but it became confused. A strong blow to the head might do it, maybe; stronger than that branch. As will I."

The old man's eyes now turned to focus upon Skoll. As he spoke, revealing how useless his natural weapons were, Leviathan's eyes stared at them - his claws, his fangs, and compared them to his own. A German Shepherd was bred for herding, while his breed was originally bred for the lost art of killing a wolf without the help of a large pack. However Leviathan doubted even his fangs or claws could challenge a rock and win; but a branch or two? It didn't take much to break a few tree limbs, and surely with some effort Leviathan could dispatch a few from the employment of the trees. Leviathan didn't know it but a blow to the head was always the most logical choice when it came to stopping a monster. With Leviathan enough blows to the head had knocked his memory of his past out of his head, and a few more may eliminate the years he spent in Japan; luckily for Leviathan he stayed out of the way of falling trees and their limbs. The trouble of getting the limbs down was the jumping; the old dog was not bred for leaping, and his limbs were quite awful at lifting him from the ground and landing safely. "How strong do yeh think yeh are?" The wolfhound questioned, his eyes still fixed upon the claws and jaws of his fellow. "Would you be able to cut limbs down out of trees with your fangs or claws?" He looked back over at the windmill, something he had seemingly forgotten about but it had again caught his interest. "How much effort would it take yeh? It wouldn't take me very long at all, but jumping is not a practice of mine. If what yeh say is true, shouldn't we practice how strong we are against the trees? Maybe even the rocks, if yeh fangs can stand it." His advice may have been of little use, but he still thought on it.

"If yeh take to long to rip branches from the tree, this fellow might know what yer up to. He's bigger than yeh, and might guard his head. Do yeh think yeh could wrap yours jaws aroun' meh skull? Yeh have to move faster than meh, and yeh have to look out for meh strength. Yeh may be a strong breed, but meh blood is much more ancient and is more used to fightin' foes larger than mehself." What he said sounded like boasting, but the way he said it didn't make it seem so. He was merely stating the basic mechanics of fighting something like this rock solid dog. If Skoll could not use his superior speed and agility to take down a branch from a tree, what would he do when the dog turned toward him with jaws open and suddenly clamped down upon his neck? If he was not able to use his speed to the best advantage possible, it would be much too late and his efforts would lead to nothing. "That is all I can suggest. But o'course yeh probably figured that out already."

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Table picture by: Sighthound





Night is, night is falling fast.
Time is, time is here at last.
The Leviathan, the Leviathan,

http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h56/klomonx/leviathansig10.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
has come again. And an army of agony
it will surely bring.
The spell is upon us and has us tightly in its grip.


Picture in sig by http://www.flickr.com/photos/yowzer/' target='_blank'>Yowzer
Avatar by http://www.flickr.com/photos/wolfhound/' target='_blank'> Sighthound





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