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It was all hers... everything. Hers. A giggle struck the air and craziness herself went straight through the little princess. The craziness came from her mother, for both were crazy. The giggle stopped, but the smirk laid upon her muzzle so proudly shine through every dark spot. But instead of leaving it light, it quickly overlaced with craziness. Painted paws trotted forward, her skull held high in the air. She was proudly the leader of this gang, the nastiest gang ever to touch paws here. They had caught the dog catcher's eye and she knew the other day, they were bitten by the butt by her sweet, disgusting cousin. The headquarters was fairly nice, it wasn't suppose to be suit for anyone, just some blood thirsty dogs wanting to attack anything that moves.

She walked into the headquarters, smirking as she walked past everyone. Her throne was a pile of bones, some furs laid on top for her comfort and nobody laid in it, Mia was gone and she was queen. Trotting down the isle of watching eyes on her. Her plan was working perfectly and everything laid out straight and easy to grab and take. Coming near her wonderful throne. The throne was not high nor pretty, but perfect for her, her hindlegs steadied themselves and a powerful force kicked her off; her front paws hit the bones hard, jabbing a dent in the throne but nothing harmed herself or the throne. She struggled up and soon came to the throne, looking down on the dogs, she smirked, her painted muzzle pulling up into her crazy smile. Her blue eyes staring down on her little minions that were under her orders. She giggled, feeling pain shoot through her side but not allowing herself to deal with it.

As a pup, she was almost killed trying to take down a zebra foal where she use to live, took it down, got kicked in the head, stabbed in the side by a stick like thing. What a proud day that was, watching everything happen around her. Bristling fur sprouted on her back, Whisper. She hated her sisters, Whisper and Vhrea but Whisper was probably the one she wanted to kill the most. The fur continued to bristle and she didn't calm down, she slowly laid down, her ears toward the entrance of the headquarters, listening to anything that might interupt her little queen session. She turned her skull, licking her open wound again. Ever since a pup, that wound opened up and up again, it never healed completely and still won't heal with all the opening again and again. She giggled at herself, her blue eyes turning again and looking at the dogs under her. She sighed, smiling and liking the satisfaction she was getting of being queen of Sha'Moore.

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[/b] King's thick ridge of fur gently swayed from side to side as his bouncing gait brought him far from Fildrin territory to the Sha'Moore gangs headquarters. The winds of change arrived to him by an informant and he did little to waste time in making his way to the Sha'Moore's meeting place in order to face a mutt he hadn't seen in ages. In one moment, he was thrilled, his skin crawling with the burn to meet her once more and to see how much she grew and if in fact she was as blood thirsty and crazy as his ex-mentor Zy'riah. In the second moment, he felt shame and guilt for not holding his promise to take his young cousin aside and teach her the correct path to survival which was to neither succumb to the total dark of his mother Wraith and his mentor Zy'riah, nor to become a sissy and just lay down and take shit from others. He had hoped with the aide of Dean, his favorite brother to turn Lullaby around but, before he had a chance things in the city had become chaotic and he was forced to leave it all behind. What irony, that now his little cousin now thrived here in the same city and was now queen of Sha'Moore. He knew there may be a battle between them if she had gone too far over to the evil side or that she may have just gone too far off her rocker to even entertain him at all.

He felt anger ride over him as he thought about loosing his cousin to complete insanity; the point where she was just too gone to talk too. He had hoped he might be able to talk with her; get to know her even if she ended up being a little dark but with her taking of Sha'Moore, he couldn't help but, feel that indeed his previous assumption was true: that she was indeed insane. His amber eyes dropped and he sighed, his head shaking as he gritted his teeth together and growled. He wanted to force the thought from his skull but, it lingered and images of Lullaby came dancing inside his brain--of her laughing hysterically while she killed another or of her mercilessly taunting a pup. Syndrome was dark but mildly so--he would never taunt another unless, she knew they were game for it. He would never shred anyone apart unless they rightfully deserved it.

He just had to hold onto the tendril of hope that maybe there was one last chance to getting through to her. He knew if he couldn't reach her, that he would have to make the hardest choice of his life which was to battle his own cousin, in which she may come to perish. He was far more skilled than she; he had years more training and though he hated, rather loathed using what Zy'riah taught him, he would use it to defeat his cousin. His eyes shut for a second, wondering how this could come to be--memories of Lullaby as a pup laughing and giggling as she played carefree and happy with other pups to a much older Lullaby laughing and giggling in malevolent tones as she taunted and tortured those same friends into bloody submission. Now, more than ever he wanted to taste Zy'riah's blood and to feel Wraith's heart explode between his jaws for changing his once carefree Lullaby into a monster. She had once, had a chance and he fucked up because, he chose to run away rather than help her as promised.

Just like he had done with Bullet. Two femmes that were close to his heart and he fucked it all up. Now, he was paying the price--here was his Lullaby a raving lunatic who was now ruling a blood thirsty gang. His jaws tightened as he came closer to the headquarters and headed toward the entrance. This was it, he would soon face Lullaby and though her image danced in his head, he would be shocked with the picture that was now her. As he headed down the hall, he saw her sitting atop a throne of bones and looking completely mental. He felt himself bristle and his lean body shutter as his anger grew and grew and as guilt, resentment and rage took over him. "Holy mother.....please, tell me it isn't true Lullaby."

His body shook harder and his tuft of hair running down his spine bristled taller and his hackles raised. "You had so much potential.....it's my fucking fault..I let them make you a monster. I should've killed Zy'riah when I had the chance." He growled loudly and his lips peeled back from his gums, revealing his sharp canines. "I guess now, I will have to stop the madness with you cousin. Oh, how I regret this more than you will ever know. " His heart ached, burned and his eyes stung with the anger boiling within him and as everything; every emotion washed over him. Suddenly, his back paws pushed off the ground and he sprinted full speed toward her. At the last second, he pushed off the ground, and went sailing through the air, his jowls directed for her throat. All the memories of her once innocence, came sweeping to his mind as he went diving through the air, his heart raging and his eyes stinging with tears of fury, of what he was going to have to do to end it all.






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Insanity. No that wasn't the word. Abandonment was what truly made her this way. At the age of ten months she was kicked out of her own pack, doing such reckless things... things including killing a pup when it complained and complained. It wasn't her fault. It just wouldn't shut the hell up. After that, she sat in front of Wrath, in front of her father, in front of her sisters and brother and in front of her own mother. They didn't do anything. She just growled at Wrath, they restled a bit and then she was dragged out of there. After, she just ran, ran away from that place called hell. They would regret some day... just some day. After a few months, she heard that the town she ran into... had her dear sweety cousin, Syndrome in this place. Of course, they hadn't seen each other for a while, she just let him be.

Ever since then, she had planned and planned and finally, she was ruling a pack of her own. A creek in the entrance disturbed her, her blue eyes shot straight to the door and found tan and black fur standing there. Lullaby's fur bristled like spikes, her icy blue eyes stared upon him and she watched him. Though she couldn't hear him, his kisses parted and spoke softly, probably something about her. She was crazy but the only thing he was missing was that it was because of abandonment. Syndrome, her mother, her sisters, her brother, everyone abandomed ner when she was just a pup and here she was still a pup with a missing heart. Her tail curled over her back paws princessly and she her blue eyes stared at her cousin who was the first to abandon her. As a pup, she played with him and he promised he would teach her, to be her mentor but all that was thrown away when little Bullet came into the picture and ruined her. He ran away with her but from the stories she heard in this city, they didn't work out and instead they split.

The tan and black fur moved quickly, running across the floor, his paws hitting the dust hard in stomps. His figure moved across the floor toward her throne of bones. His hind legs jumped himself into the air and flew straight toward her. With legs sprawled out to get some lift and to aim toward her, Lullaby moved slightly, but didn't try to dodge it. ...blood dripped on the furs and bones. Teeth planted in her neck but it wasn't a fatal wound, if he moved just inches toward her with his teeth ready to plow in, then she was likely to die. Though the pain, a smirk spread on her muzzle, "Well, isn't it my dear cousin, Syndrome." Her beautiful voice flowed to Syndrome's ears, tickling them with her puppy voice. She giggled, her giggle was raspy but still played a beautiful tone. "I know you can't kill me. You have weaknesses, and one of them is me. Remember when I was about five months, I met you, of course, I was a reckless pup and I played with you. You kept me in control. You actually cared for me. You were more of an older protective brother instead of a cousin. Oh how you and I got along. But when that miss Bullet got in the picture, what did you do?!" Her sweet voice played with Syndrome, but at the end, her voice changed, a raspy growl tinted the end and she smirked at him. "You left me! You made me feel happy inside but when you left, you made me lose control. You made me like this. And you know it's true. It wasn't my mother, it was you!" Lullaby finished, her sweet voice growing a bit raspy as the amount of blood lost and how near his teeth were to her vocals.

Her blue eyes closed, her smirk widened, her teeth parting. Her body slowly moved up, standing with Syndrome's body hanging on her neck. Her skull moved toward him, she didn't bite anything but it did get his muzzle off of her. "And then I am ban from our birth place, I run here and hear rumors of you. Oh how I changed since you left. After the rumors came more. Of you of course. And that bitch, Bullet. It didn't work out did it?" Her sweet voice traveled to Syndrome once again. "So tell me. Do you regret loving Bullet? Hm? Because if you didn't love her, I wouldn't have ended up this way. If you didn't fall for her, I wouldn't have been crazed by abandonment! After you left, my sisters, my father, my brother, my mother abandoned me! Everyone abandoned me!" Lullaby howled, her blue eyes piercing through him like glass. All along, her memories crawled back slowly, she thought she erased them but instead she survived. Memories of Syndrome playing hide and seek with her, helping her kill a rabbit, teaching her things beyond good and evil. The words of his promise echoing in her head. Lullaby shook her head. These memories were her only weakness, of course emotionally. Her blue eyes stared at Syndrome, her fur bristling. Her hind legs gained power, launching from her ground, she flew toward Syndrome. Her claws inched out and her teeth sharpened and ready to plant into anything that it touched.


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notes. your post brought a tear to my eye T.T also lullaby's not pointing fingers to Bullet XD i promise she not and hey after this, lullaby should totally change XD *grabs glue and lullaby and syndrome's sister and brother relationship*

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[/b] disowned son of Pain and Wraith, a choice made by the black and tan male himself, flew through the air toward his target which was the neck of his own cousin Lullaby. Tears of fury welled in those deep amber optics and his fur was rippled up die to the anger he was feeling. He had let it happen to her and he was pained that his abandonment of her would lead to her demise. If only he had stayed and taught her as promised, she might had been different. However, an opportunity beckoned him and he chose to lead another gang alongside a beauty; his ex Bullet. The reason for their relationship breaker was confusing and complicated to understand but it didn't mean the dark vigilante still did not hurt from being burned by her. She became furious with him for taking off nd in her own stubborn way wouldn't let him back into her life and so the two decided to have a mutual split rather than make it rocky. He didn't even know if she ended up carrying pups or not and if he had any heirs walking the streets.

He ha lost all his chances at finding out if she still thrived or if he had pups for he left the city completely; deserted it to make a new start. To make a new beginning without any one from his past and yet it seemed fate was cruel for no sooner had he began gaining recruits into Fildrin did he heard news of Lullaby coming to Citagazee and putting down Mia. Now, he here was forced to face her and forced to make a choice that was ripping him apart. Lullaby may have thought him weak for his emotions; for holding onto his personal ties but, it was that which made him more knowledgeable and stronger. Information was what gave him the upper hand and finding out she was leader though disappointing, would help him put an end to the madness. The insanity would end with Lullaby--he would kill her before she had any whelps of her own and continued spreading the gene for utter insanity. He would not make the mistake again like he did with Zy'riah--he would kill his cousin in order to stop this madness.

His thoughts snapped when his teeth met the flesh of her neck. His amber eyes narrowed as he stared right into her own face, and bore down into her ice blue eyes. His front paws planted onto the top of the bone throne and his back paws planted onto the seat of it; cementing himself there. His muzzle clamped tighter and tighter but only in small increments so that he could still speak. Her blood trickled down into his mouth and he tasted its metallic tang on his tongue and his eyes widened. His ears slowly flattened toward the top of his skull as she spoke in those obnoxiously sinister tones to him, reminding him of his mother Wraith and his ex mentor Zy'riah. He responded, his voice thin and deep as he replied to her. "Don't speak of things you know nothing about. I left because, I had too, Lullaby. I left to take leader of a gang in hopes of coming back in full force for you. I was going to wage war against Dire and kill them all then take you away from those monsters. Sadly, I got sidetracked and by the time I could get back to you, it was too late." He was growling loudly toward the end of his speech, his chords vibrating against her own shoulder as he was still clamped on tightly to the side of her neck.

She tried throwing daggers at him but he did not allow her to burn him for he knew his task was at hand and he wouldn't allow her to deviate him from it with cunning lyrics. It was a trick Zy'riah had used on him and others many a time and also a scheme Wraith pulled on occasion to get her way. "I did not abandon you Lullaby. It may have seemed so but, I did everything I could to come for you and take you away from the madness! Bullet had nothing at all to do with it--she wanted you to come to join us as much as I did! Don't you understand what kept me from you? It was Zy'riah and Wraith and there mindless minions who would do anything at their beck and call. There was no way around them all. I wish there was, believe me I do!" He felt her lifting up and tried to keep his muzzle wrapped around her but she jolted just enough to cause him to slip off.

He quickly pushed off the throne and went sailing back wards toward the floor. It was an awkward way to fall but, the King managed to situate himself so he landed on all four paws. He slipped a little but, was able to compose himself before he fell to a heap on the slippery floor, covered with blood and other such nasty fluids. His head rose and he locked his citrus gaze onto her, watching as she lept off the throne of bones an came diving for him. "You have made your choice cousin but, I am afraid it will be your last. I'm sorry it had to come to this." He firmly planted himself to the floor and only at the last second, before she hit the floor herself, he lowered his head and sprinted forward. Full steam, he barreled for her, his hard head aiming for her much smaller and weaker chest for she was younger than him(he was two now and she was he assumed around a year, possibly less) and he muscles were less developed. With his timing, he should have met her chest with the strongest part of his skull which was between his flattened ears and with all that exertion and speed behind him, he should knock the wind right out of her and leave her incapacitated for a few minutes, at least, as she choked and gagged for her own breath so suddenly ripped from her lungs. With that a fight he didn't wish to fight began and would end with one learning the ultimate lesson.





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muse; good
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comments; Lol, it made me teary eyes too. Lmao.
-watches as lullaby and syndrome are glued together- o.o;
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