(C)all in the C..orps!! <.--.

[kiyo]

Daisan kinyoubi no asa kuuji mado garasu no mukou wa Mukatsuku kurai hareteru kedo
Ore ni wa ame no hou ga yokatta tama ni wa sonna kibun mo aru deshou? waraenai

Kanau nara dareka ore ni ikiru imi o oshiete kudasai
Arifureta nichijou kara issou tobifurite shimaitai kurai
No more white-washing

Doshaburi no naka kasa mo sasazu zubunure no boku o miru me ga tsumetai kyou kono koro
Kitsukazu dondon kizutsuiteru ame-agari no daisan nichiyoubi wa waraitai

Omote no kao ura no kao umeku tsukai wakerarete ii ne
Wazuka nagara ureshii desu ore wa ningen o sutetenai node...
No more white-washing

HUMAN GATE
SHABA DABA BIBA SHUBI DABA BIBA DUBI DABI DABA SHARURARARARAN

Hi ni hi ni uzumorete yuku osanai koro junsui na koe
Bakarashiku wa nai desu ka? Onaji ningen ni damasareru koto

Sasayaka de ii naite kudasai
Gomifukuro o asa karasu mitai benchi de naiteru kimi no mirai
Sasayaka de ii naite kudasai
Daiyon kayoubi no asagata ni wa ore mo sorosoro nakama iri sa

HUMAN GATE

No more white-washing





Name Gabriel
Alias Raid
Gender Male
Colouring Silver/gray
Gem None
Earring None
Bracelet silver [I.]
Eye Colour Pink
Theme Red (Em): Dir En Grey

Tall, silent, ruthless, intelligent.
He may seem nice at first, but really . . .
A mask is only a fake face
And a smile
It can be erased.
Shadow on the palace wall.


Name Seraphim
Alias None
Gender Male
Colouring Gold/gray/light brown/white
Gem None
Earring Orange stud, yellow hoop [II.]
Bracelet Yellow [II.]
Eye Colour Black
Theme New Age Culture: Dir En Grey

The master's favorite slave.
One gold means flight
Two gold means telepathy
That's why he's the angel's favorite little slave
Tactics.
This one never cries,
NEVER. CRIES.
Second born.


Name Raphael
Alias Ears
Gender Male
Colouring Black/gray/light brown
Gem None
Earring None
Bracelet Silver [I.]
Eye Colour Ice blue
Theme R to the Core: Dir En Grey

He's the runt, but the third born.
Aggression and bite
It isn't quite as bad as the bark
Can you take him?
He's spiteful and rude, don't underestimate
What hides in shadows.


Name Neveah
Alias Eyes
Gender Male
Colouring White/gray/cream
Gem None
Earring None
Bracelet Silver [I.]
Eye Colour Pink
Theme Amber: Dir En Grey

Daddy's only little boy
Born in Demona to a mother_mother who was destined to die
The chosen one
Had all of his siblings killed
And turned out to be useless after all Daddy's little boy.
Well, not quite.
_Heaven is still a bit ^hellish in his heart.


Name Ixchel
Alias None
Gender Male
Colouring Orange/gray/white
Gem None
Earring Brown w/ yellow hoop [II.]
Bracelet Yellow [II.]
Eye Colour Sky blue
Theme Shokubeni, Dir En Grey

He's the firstborn of the twins
He's light, small, and quick.
Two gold are a mysterious ability
To become a _house
With windows eyes that open onto nothingness
Into another world
And bring into the demon innocent
A succubus, without a heart of gold
You have the rainbow, and the cloud
Which is pestilence?


Name Uetzcayotl
Alias Cay
Gender Male
Colouring Orange/light brown/gray
Gem None
Earring None
Bracelet Silver [I.]
Eye Colour Pink
Theme Marmalade Chainsaw: Dir En Grey

Youngest of all
Yeah, yeah I'm a bit of a cannibal . . .
And possibly a little wierd after all.
Smile.
And maybe the world will smile back.
Over zero fire is .0 ice is here
Smile.


Previously
.//Hydra

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.//Kafziel
.//Sanuri
.//Belleview&Co
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[kiyo]

<sub>The story . . .

Nightshade wandered through the burning terrain, dark blue optics dripping little tears of pain and hopeless emotion, sweat dripping from her deep black coat into a half-open maw. She had entered the land that morning, and had been traveling it for the past day. No one had intercepted her, stopped her, seen her. As far as the vixen knew she was all alone in the wasteland.

As far as she knew.

Far ahead on the thermals, Kafziel rode cool and comfortable. His little smirk was annoying and impudent, it glittered in his weasel-like pink lampistra. The brute had been tracking the amre for the better part of the afternoon, and had a plan brewing in his self-said genious. As soon as he felt she was weak enough, and he was done following her, he would swoop down and have some fun. As far as this white minx was concerned, as long as he got his fun and killing streak on it was a win. Simplicity was useful, so why change nature's rule? He shrugged to himself, chuckled, and banked easily. Why bother waiting, anyway?

Nightshade never saw it coming. One moment the lithosphere was reeling in front of her visage just as before, and the next her muzzle was crammed into it as something heavy and sharp connected with her back. She screamed once, a loud and plaintive shriek before the earth connected hard with her snub-nosed face, and she was forced onto the ground in a crumpled heap. She didn't see the white brute when Kafziel alighted gracefully on the burnt terrain a little ways away. He padded over, leaned down, and grinned perkily at his prey. Her eyes rolled disgustingly, and he shrugged. Finicky pink eyes looked her over, and narrowed slightly in delight, she was a beautiful femme, petite in size with a black coat marked with brown. She would make a lovely partner--he stopped in his tracks (Kafziel had been walking around her admiringly) and stared with slitted eyes at her stomache. It was rounded and bulged slightly. The fem was pregnant. With a grin, he gave her a nudge, and helped her up. Slowly they began walking off, Kafziel carrying most of her weight.

-- Three Weeks Later --
Nightshade smiled, groaning gently for the weight in her stomache. She had been attacked that day on the scorched lands, but it had been a good thing after all. Born had brought her back to his home, and made her feel welcome. She knew that it was lucky for her that someone so kind and thoughtful had appeared in a place so forsaken and unusual. Without the brute she would surely have died in the middle of nowhere--

There was a kick and she sucked in breath sharply. The pups she was carrying were getting so big, and--another kick and the petite fem sank to the cave ground in agony. She squeezed her dark blue eyes shut, and panted heavily. This was how Nightshade entered labor, and after several hours exited it. Five pups lay at her belly suckling, and she smiled happily. There wa the clicking of nails, her smile widened. The clicking slowed, stopped, and paused a moment before increasing. The handsome white brute she knew so well came sprinting into the cave, his pink eyes alight at the sight of the pups. If there was anything wrong with the way he smiled, she did not notice it.

The malicious glee could be hard to find, especially if you loved the wolf.

Pups!/b] She giggled girlishly, nodding with shining eyes. So the first five were born.

-- 5 weeks later --
Nightshade sighed heavily, pleasantly tired after another long day of caring for her children. All were males, healthy and beautiful. Teardrop, Nightsheer, Firepelt, and Patchpelt were her pups, named traditionally for the way of her birth tribe. She sighed again, lighter, more happily and watched the sky outside fade into a lovely shade of purple: dusk. She heard her caretaker coming, and raised her visage in suprised acknoledgment when Born padded into the cave. She smiled, he smiled, and came to lay down next to her. She tried to contain her suprise at the sudden act, and returned her visage to crossed paws. He moved slightly, and there was a paw that slid across her lower back. Nightshade ignored it, curiously. Suddenly a wet nose touched her, and the femme stiffened, shifting uncomfortably. He persisted, and coaxed her to her feet. The fem stood as if in a trance, snapping out of it when she felt him mount her, and push in. It was only after it was all done that ashamed tears came, slowly and then faster.

Several weeks later Nightshade gave birth to a second litter of 4 pups. She did not name them, and could never bear to look at their white pelts for long. They grew, and left off nursing. She was alone in her cave one night, when there was the normal clicking in the cave mouth. She lifted her visage, and smiled to see Born there. He didn't smile back. Moving across the stone floor, he stood next to her, and leaned over, smiling. It wasn't a pleasant expression. Nightshade cringed slightly, pulling back only to have the momentum used against her. The brute pulled her to her feet, and mounted quickly. Only he never did anything, only stood on her. He smiled, and whispered in her ear. Tears popped into the fem's eyes, as she fell away beneath him. The fresh clawmarks on her back, the ones that had severed her spine, bled red.

Thank you for the pups, love. I'll be sure to take good care of them.

After this the brute left, and Kafziel surveyed the litter he had sired. One little pup he pulled apart from the rest in suprisingly gentle fangs, and left with the first, older litter. The four other little souls were only carcasses for the vultures to pick clean by the next few minutes.

Gabriel, Seraphim, Raphael, Uetzcayotl, Ixchel, and Neveah . . .
They were his children and his tools.
So our story begins.</sub>

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[[Kamikaze]]

D8 -le gasp- <3

[kiyo]

X3

btw, I like your avatar

[Marmalade]

O.o;; Longggggg storyeh!

Purdy wolflets and your a really good writer. *claps* x3

[kiyo]

lull thank yer x3