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Nosferatu

Nosferatu

Member Since Jun 28 2009 10:57 AM
Offline Last Active Aug 14 2013 08:45 PM

In Topic: I Come on the Wings of an Epidemic

Aug 14 2013 08:37 PM


Du erscheinst in meinem Traum
Du liebkost mein schwarzes Herz

[OCC: ]

Spendest Licht dem Lebensbaum
Du befreist mich von dem Schmerz


"Yes, you speak true. I suppose one could say that many emotions are like that. I do not discredit hope when it is a useful tool. I try to not encourage it as to be solely relied on, however. Nor do I try to encourage it in my enemies."

Just like most leaders, persons of power, or simply those who wished to acquire these things, it was important to keep one's weaknesses hidden away. Many were the enemies who would happily take advantage of any and all faults in their adversaries - yet, as Hitora had just stated, many emotions could be double-edged swords. He, if anyone, would know this well, as he had seen dogs blinded by rage tear up their enemies with unparalleled ferocity, wounding their fellows as they saw red and no longer could distinguish friend or foe. Indeed, Nosferatu had tasted this madness first-hand himself, albeit under slightly different circumstances. "I could not agree more," he said with a sagely nod. Hope could be extremely useful, especially when distributed in small quantities in order to raise the morale of a pack. The way Hitora spoke reminded him much of his own way of thinking, which simply paved the way of his respect to her as a leader - he was sure they were bound to have their differences, but one was capable of respecting others despite differing greatly in both personality and ideology.

"I believe you speak as a steadfast leader. Hope can be a beacon for those who would otherwise doubt one's plans, but if too readily relied upon, and without a resolution that lives up to the expectations of one's subjects, all progress made could be destroyed in an instant and leave only shambles behind." And this, the ruination of one's hard-earned triumphs and the shattering of one's pack, often meant the end of most pack leaders with a vision that was to be won at any cost. Not all of them let events like these keep them down for long - some of them rose to stand taller than ever before, while others kept repeating the same old mistakes. "Oh? But instilling false hope in one's enemies can be advantageous. It is a risky business, but lulling them into a sense of security would leave them open and nearly defenceless. One would have to take care not to fall in one's own trap though; there is always the possibility of the enemy seeing through the ruse, and in turn taking advantage of this."

"In times of rest and idleness, I am sure there are many who would be willing to listen to stories of the past. Perhaps we should schedule some times for you to regale the pack with your tales."

Nosferatu knew how detrimental prolonged rest and idleness could be to a pack's health, and if what he had to offer could help prevent this in one way or another, he was glad to contribute. Though he may not be the top hen of the yard, he would make sure to shape the pack in ways he saw fit, be it only by telling tales of warning or passing on useful tactical advice or other tips to help in fights. "Though it might be a weary cliché, it is still true that there is much to learn from the past," said Nosferatu and could not help but grin slightly at Hitora's wording. "I am sure it will be a feast for many to enjoy." Just like the female second-in-command, he knew of the dangers of too much free-thinking, and would not mind trying to halt some of this in its tracks. True, perhaps one could argue that the vampire's own stories were capable of sparking certain rebellious traits in the idle dogs, but to do so was to grossly underestimate the old man's intelligence - not to mention the two leaders of the pack's, as well.

"An adviser, yes, that would be useful,"

It was as good as a green-light, although nothing had been truly set in stone. Nosferatu knew and was content with having presented the idea, as well as having informed Hitora of his abilities and what use they could be of in the pack-life. A higher position suited the ragged old dog well; though his dreams consisted of ruling in a greater scale, he could not dis-credit the increased amount of freedom in being just a step below emperor in the kingdom of the Southern Alps. Not to say that being a tactician or advisor was in any way connected with idleness - that loathed word - but certain things that more concerned the leaders of the pack were taken off of his mind, allowing him to concentrate on the things he

excelled at. Were Nosferatu's request to be accepted, he would most likely enjoy his position far better than anything else, and thus perform results to be reckoned with.

Word Count: 897
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In Topic: I Come on the Wings of an Epidemic

Jun 18 2013 09:14 PM


Du erscheinst in meinem Traum
Du liebkost mein schwarzes Herz

[OCC: ]

Spendest Licht dem Lebensbaum
Du befreist mich von dem Schmerz


"It can be a powerful thing, however."

Nosferatu had long since learned how to appropriately react to the words and actions of others - or rather, he had taught himself how to figure out what outwards reaction was the best to showcase, while keeping his true feelings tucked away beneath the mask. A leader who possessed these qualities and was able to keep calm, or at least managed to uphold the façade of tranquillity, was bound to go far. Indeed, there had been many leaders in the past who ruled by fear and their physical strength, and this only, the late Hougen being one such example; there were many ways to rule a pack. Likewise, there were also many ways to instil fear in one's subjects, be it by one's appearance, words, or sheer cunning - they were all methods that could be used, and sometimes the pack members would hardly know what, exactly, it was that sent a shiver down their spine. "Yes," Nosferatu mused, "I would say it is a double-edged sword." But to him, the act of hoping was closely connected with the idleness of those who wanted things served on a silver platter. Those who waited for a blessing to descend from the sky, to give them wealth or happiness or love, instead of going out to find their own happiness, by their own means. He knew this was not what Hitora had meant with her words - yet the thought of "hoping" brought these thoughts up and left him with a bad taste in his mouth.

"You make yourself sound like an ancient storyteller."

It was not too hard to assume that the brindled female wished for more direct replies, yet Nosferatu felt it to be more appropriate to leave the deciding to her. She was bound to know what it was that the pack needed, though the old man could indeed come with a few suggestions. As she made a comment about him sounding like an ancient storyteller, he shook his head lightly and let out a brief chuckle. "Well, perhaps that is the case at times," he said, "I am sure that I have a few stories that would be interesting to tell to willing ears." At this, Nosferatu let his voice trail off slightly in order to allow the silence to take its place. Despite being an aged creature, he had an exceptionally good memory and was able to recall details dating back as far as his early puphood; some parts may have been altered slightly due to the ruthless passing of time, and other parts may have been almost completely refurbished, but a great deal of his memories were still intact. Some were simply stories of misery, others stories of great pleasure and happiness (though this may, in some cases, be subjective); yet others were cautionary tales and useful lessons learned through a long life in the harsh wilderness.

"But perhaps that is something that might be of use?"

The ear of Nosferatu twitched, and he gave a nod to acknowledge Hitora's words. "I am sure there are some useful things I may tell of, and if someone asks me a question I may be able to find an answer. If you wish, I could serve as an advisor whenever you need one. I have seen the battlefield quite a few times in my years, and I might have tactics that could be of use." A true battle between the Southern Alps and another pack might be a few ways off, still, it was important to have a tactician of some sort for when the moment a

rose. As the pack grew, their needs grew as well. Without dogs to fill certain spots they were bound to fall into disarray sooner or later, with battle scars to prove it.

Word Count: 712
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In Topic: Black Sun

Apr 29 2013 06:02 PM


Du erscheinst in meinem Traum
Du liebkost mein schwarzes Herz

[OCC: ]

Spendest Licht dem Lebensbaum
Du befreist mich von dem Schmerz


"If that is so then their hunger to step all over this world truly knows no bounds,"

Nosferatu could not help but to grin as he thought about the humans and their desire to tread all over the earth - even the galaxy itself, despite the fact that this feat required creations that went far beyond the understanding of even the old vampire, machines that enable them to travel far distances in a weightless sea, and devices that made it possible to breathe where air did not exist. It was foolish in one way, foolish because they could not understand the limit of their own power; indeed, they had intelligence on their side, they had the means to make their apparatuses in order to bridge their weaknesses, but did they posess the insight to see when they took one step too far? When they entered territories they did not fully master, that they were not the rightful owners of? Nosferatu scoffed, half disgusted and half amused, for he did understand the desire of wanting more. "The larger one's territory, the more power one has in one's palm," he said as he peered up through the branches, "it is not such a strange desire, though that does not make it less foolish." Had there been a way for Nosferatu to acquire the moon, and had there been some benefit in doing so, then he would certainly have considered coming up with a plan to seize it. But as for now, moon-bred vampires would be unknown to the world.

"So long as their fangs stay away from my hide, I've no problem with things such as that. And I take it that you, sir, have one of those more exotic preferences in what you eat?"

Another smile tugged at the corners of Nosferatu's mouth as he lowered his head slightly, blinking the sun out of his eyes, and fixing his gaze on the smaller dog. "I believe most of our kin share that sentiment," he replied, "even I am no masochist, and life still seems attractive enough that I would like to keep it." Indeed, the black dog was no stranger to the controversies that surrounded his strange tastes - how could he be? Cannibalism was frowned upon amongst most animals, except some species of insect and arachnids, though who cared about those vermin of the world? It was also easy to see why the lifestyle was frowned upon, but Nosferatu hardly cared; after all, he was not a mindless brute who went about murdering each dog he saw, he was usually subtle about his killings and chose canines who he had no relation to.

Of course, there had been quite a few exceptions to this, but choosing a stranger from a crowd was by far the easiest way to acquire a meal. Striking at a friend who suspected nothing from the giant, who had massaged their ego with friendly words and actions of camraderie, was one way to do it, but was undesirable for several reasons, mostly related to time and effort. Even cannibals needed someone to call their comrade, if not friend. If not for the social aspects, then for pure business matters. "I

do have a preference for the throats of my kin and the liquid hidden inside,"
Nosferatu mused, "it makes for a fine bath when I puncture their veins, I assure you."

Word Count: 639
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In Topic: I Come on the Wings of an Epidemic

Apr 22 2013 03:12 PM


Du erscheinst in meinem Traum
Du liebkost mein schwarzes Herz

[OCC: This is so bad, I am sorry. : (]

Spendest Licht dem Lebensbaum
Du befreist mich von dem Schmerz


"Your words are true, I can only hope that they keep such a level head about it as you yourself seem to have."

Nosferatu knew all too well that it was folly to expect others to keep themselves as level headed as he, no matter how much he'd like to believe so, it was a difficult task. He was torn between the desire to trust in the younger members of the pack and his knowledge that, no matter how mature a canine may seem, they would eventually show signs of their age - ah, he could not hold it against them, but he certainly wasn't obligated to like them for it, either. It certainly did not help that the old man was critical to the greatest degree, yet he had the intelligence to try and look past his prejudiced thoughts - naturally, he did not always manage to look all that far, but it was a solid effort from the dusty old vampire, who hailed from a different world and time. "Hope does nothing but cloud the mind from the facts," Nosferatu stated, "yet sometimes it is the only thing one can do."

"I see, Well, that I can understand. There is always much to be done and lying about certainly does not get it done. Perhaps you would like some extra tasks to keep you from feeling restless?"

Perhaps another dog would have felt the jab of embarrassment upon hearing Hitora's words - however Nosferatu was past this feeling by several years, indeed, it was difficult to imagine that the black beast had ever been flustered, even in his infancy - or they would have taken offence by her confusion, but it hardly affected the aged male. Almost did it seem like he was oblivious to his own words and the effect they might have on others, who were not accustomed to his small eccentrities. If there was one thing Nosferatu had in abundance it was confidence, but without the blind stubborness that so often came with it, and so what did it matter if others knew about a petty weakness or two of his? There were no use in worrying - for after all, did he not have plenty of time on his hands? "Indeed, sloth is a sin I cannot condone," he said with a firm nod, "I would be glad to help in any way I can, you need only point me in the right direction." His words were loyal, though perhaps not blindingly so - some desired their subordinates to be without a mind of their own, and while it could certainly help in some situations, it could just as well destroy others.

"And what would you suggest then? What would be preferable for yourself?"

Had the topic been brought up, Nosferatu would most likely have frowned upon the idea of having pack members fight against each other. While it would certainly provide enough stimulation, it would also provide them with a few neat corpses to line their territory with, and while it gave food to the likes of himself, it was hardly a good idea for a pack that wished to prosper. As amusing a proposal as that would be, it would bring ruin to the Southern Alps in the long run. "I simply want to find a way to contribute more to the pack than I already am," Nosferatu replied. "It does not do well for an old man to sit on his resources, without the means to pass them onto the younger generation. I want to see this pack grow, and if I have something of worth that can be used in our favour - I would not have it go to waste." His archaic words were sincere, and there was no doubt that his intentions were true. Age did not matter, and age would never matter; he did not long for rest, though his

demeanour might appear lazy at first there was energy to be seen in the fiery eyes amidst the mass of dark fur. What he longed for was the blood of the battlefield.



Word Count: 769
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In Topic: I Come on the Wings of an Epidemic

Feb 26 2013 02:50 AM


Du erscheinst in meinem Traum
Du liebkost mein schwarzes Herz


[OCC: ]

Spendest Licht dem Lebensbaum
Du befreist mich von dem Schmerz


"Yes, I could see how that might be a concern,"

It was not unlikely that Nosferatu was aware of how his words might have been interpreted – yet his voice had been devoid of any traces of urgency, of a desire to assure his superior of his own stance. He was an old man speaking casually about his fellow pack members, pointing out things he had noticed; and why should he not? It was vital to be on top, to know what was going on within the boundaries of one’s territory and the general state of things, and discussing all of this with the ones in command seemed equally vital. They might already know about everything going on inside their realm, but to assume such was a massive flaw. "Many of them are young, eager, and unaccustomed to the ways of the pack," Nosferatu rambled on. "They shall learn in time, and their worries will be buried deep." Ah, how the old vampire hoped that this was true. He tried to have faith in his fellow canines, but oftentimes he found such hard, even more so whenever their age was deemed insufficient - indeed, he had met some that showed promise within the pack, individuals of intriguing character, possessing qualities he had at first doubted.

"And what prevents you from enjoying such a fine day?"

Nosferatu was hardly the type who got excessively friendly with those he had known only for a brief amount of time; still, there was a kind of openness in his demeanour which made others quick to speak to him, sometimes even opening up more than they had at first planned, which was always met with quiet amusement from the older gentleman's side. This quality seemed odd when mixed with his prejudices, always there, bubbling beneath the surface. But this was just one of the many enigmas the vampire carried. At first glance one would have hardly suspected Nosferatu to be as calculating or observant, nor as intelligent as he was. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hitora react to his words, and her somewhat puzzled reaction hardly surprised him. He gave the younger dog a sideways glance. "The fact that it is day, and not night, is one thing," he said, eyes narrowing slightly as the rays of the sun penetrated the foliage, as if to mock him. "Restlessness would be another. I may be getting on in age, but there is still power to be had in these old bones." Now, Nosferatu definitely enjoyed his fair share of rest, but he had never been one for lethargy. Though age had been less kind to him in some ways, the downsides of old age seemed hardly to sap any strength out of him. Instead, it almost appeared like the aching limbs made him all the more determined.

”The idleness that comes after duties does not suit me, I am afraid,” he continued, thankful that the trees had once again covered up the unrelenting sun and its bright face. ”You see, I thirst not only for blood, but stimulation as well.” A grin spread itself across Nosferatu’s lips, as the sharp, yellow-tinted teeth glistened amongst the black. Ah, there were many more things he thirsted for – power being one of them, but such needed not to be said out loud.

Word Count: 650
Table picture by Klomonx