//Can you feel the ground {{Quake}}?

[``SUBdue™]

Lanky

[/b] body of the King jostled, sending muscles to ripple underneath sleek fur, as he trot down the pavement. His measuring stare was locked onto the building he was heading for, a smile snaking across his slender snout as he already saw signs of his gang members milling within it. It was either that or some unwanted guests had visited his headquarters when he was absent and be that the case, they would pay sorely for their mistake if he found them still lingering about. Syndrome was not a blood thirsty dog like the Sha'Moore gang who would no sooner shred their guests apart them give them half a change nor was he a pansy ass Divertido or whiny Athiliot who would sweet talk their guests, but the dark vigilante had his limits. Having uninvited guests show up to his main territory was high on the list and he wouldn't stand for such rude behavior. Especially, now that there was a lady who he fancied was accompanying the dark brute to this meeting. By Thor above, if one of them stepped out of line and embarrassed him, he would have a few words to exchange with the sorry son of a gun.

His amber eyes sparkled with a devilish glint as he slid them over to the beauty trotting next to him, taking a glance at her before she noticed. He felt the surge rise as he practically undressed her, feeling that long lost sensation wash over him that once made his heart burn with desire for another. How he had loved her so; wanted her so and desired her so with every fiber of his being. Now, those same feelings were for another and that past he shared with Bullet seemed so far in the past as he kept pace with his new catch. He shook his head as those thoughts came to torture his mind, willing them deep into his banks so he could focus on the here and now. The now, which was the meeting he had called in order to form a bond between himself and his members, that was integral to a gang.

Of course, none of the members would receive as high as a regard as he did for he was their King but, he felt it was not only necessary to form a relationship with his members but, crucial. To lead a gang that was unbound and disconnected like the Sha'Moore was like leading a pride of savage lions around the city. Loyalty, respect, honor and trust was what made a gang run perfectly and did not allow for flaw. Syndrome knew it only took one member to feel left out or mistreated to send the entire gang into chaos and he was not about to have it for he had pride in Fildrin. Believe it or not, the devil of a King did have pride and often it may come as arrogance but, he was stubborn and strong and in his mind necessary for a leader such as he. The black and beige brute slowed his gait as he came within a few yards of the Barn and looked to Khaos with a smirk plastered on his muzzle.

"Ready to meet the gang, my Vicerine?" His smile curled at each corner, the suave brute playing with the electricity between them without hesitation. He felt no need to hide his feelings for her, even if it did mean possibly letting his enemy know his weak spot. There was no question this brute would kill for her and die for her as well, and that whoever dared place a paw on her would surely meet death in the form of his image. Bullet had once been his weak spot but, now she was nothing but, a memory that caused him deep hurt and regret. He hated how deep down he still loved her and yet at the same time she disgusted him or maybe it was he hated himself for driving her away. He gritted his teeth softly and forced everything about her out of his head. He should have moved on long ago and he realized that and so blackened every shred of her out of his system. He looked with want onto his new crush as they came to the large entrance to the barn, waiting to see if she would take the first steps in and show him the dominance for leadership, and the desire to be his Queen, he knew was in her.





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[׃all»OUt]

k h a o s.
we'll hide the b o d i e s on the way home

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Her pace stayed a bit slower to the brute next to her, all the way here she kept her head a bit lower than usual; thoughts were driving into her thinking of the beatings she recieved months ago and maybe it was wrong to come here. What if there was plan or some trick just to beat her, it was probably true. Her mind filled with wrong and horrorifying thoughts kept tormenting her and she felt the slightess cold shiver that shuddered through her. She needed to calm down, he promised-didn't he? Her figure still stayed a bit lower, her pace a bit slower that Syndromes and still the awful thoughts kept scaring her, torturing her until she was in a corner crying. Her blue eyes looked at the ground but turned up to look at Syndrome. He was a king, and he looked proud, proud of something-probably because he caught the dog catcher.

He lied back then, she never helped him, just ran and avoided him to get away. She didn't help at all. Her heart was weighed down by sadness but she shook away the thoughts, filing the sadness for later. Sighing, she continued, breathing slowly and trying to calm herself down. The calmness swept over her and she felt safe again, next to Syndrome. When she first met him, she remembered everything, his amber eyes sparkling toward her, his black and tan fur soothed over his skin and his flappy ears perched forward to listen to her. If she was bear, her cheeks would be burning red, blushing a lot with everything he said, but she would be completely red when he looked over her. But of course, she would turn to a regular tone soon and think about her scars, how awful they turned off boys.

'Ready to meet the gang, my Vicerine?' Syndrome's voice filled her thoughts and her blue eyes looked up at him. Her ears tilted forward a bit, listening to his lyrics. Vicerine? The word echoed through out her head and she questioned the word carefully. Vicerine was of course the alpha and/or alpahess most trusted brute or femme. Why was he placing her there? He only knew her like probably... for over five hours maybe, she didn't keep track of time. Finally the big red barn entrance appeared before her icy eyes, she hesitated before inhaling and moving slowly into the barn. She had to be brave, or how would she survive? Maybe she should've let Syndrome go but he didn't say anything or do anything, instead just watched her. Her blue eyes opened up to a lighted barn, filled with a bit of straw, dogs turned there eyes over to her and she swore she saw one of them turning there whole body and ready to pounce-apprently her bullies were in the this pack. Would she be able to survive? Nervous eyes looked around, trying to stay low the ground. There was probably about three or two that she could tell who her bullies were, the others, they didn't matched the description of them. She looked around, stopping and waiting for Syndrome to take the lead.


words. enough - too lazy
muse. awesome :]
tag. Syndrome/Subdue ;; Fildrin members
puppet. khaos
notes. fini oh so

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cause honey we're going h o m e

[Flash[LIGHT]]

LOOK, HERE SHE COMES NOW,



BOW DOWN AND STARE IN WONDER, OH, HOW WE LOVE YOU.

Illuminate. A title that was well known — Illuminate, Dame Commander of Fildrin’s skilled Warriors — around Citagazze; and, if you did not know the dog which beared this calling, then you were in for a surprise. The arrogant femme held burning, dark orange-brown eyes which fitted within her ebony painted facial mask, her slick pink tongue lulling fully from the black shepherd’s muzzle over sharp, ivory jaws, her sleek black maw going together perfectly with her white teeth and salmon tongue; mouth curled into the smirk, the grin, which held obvious arrogance and pride. Her whole form was coated with silky, lace ebony, the color pure, beautifully standing out, with a boldness which reflected her personality greatly. The plumage that was thin, yet still lacy and delicate, and slipped along the tail which was held gracefully toward her hocks, held an red-auburn tinge to it, looking fiery against the rest of her black body. Large ears clicked forward alertly, listening to mere sounds of wildlife and overgrown wilderness as she traveled across the warm landscape to the rotten, creaky old barn which was also marked by Fildrin’s scent — freshly, too. The barn was marred by nicks and scratches, torn old paint, it’s entire frame marred and scarred; so unlike her perfect bodice, though perhaps a few basically invisible scars marked the black form, yet another show of her many won battles; victories within that world had always sent a shiver of pleasure along her spine. No lust would burn within those magically hued orbs as she observed her King, though her lust for power and more was nearly always obvious in merely the way the loyal beast held herself; of course, flirtatious as she was, she faked a pout as she grimly reflected on the fact that their King was taken, and by a simple street mutt — one which wasn’t even worthy of her soon-to-be Queen title. A small scoff swelled in the shepherd’s chest, and she slowly let it escape in a soft sound, the grin – smirk – remaining splayed across the lean maw. Her body rippled with muscle as she moved; pure power, though she stilled pulled off the sleek female’s look. The chain collar which hung tight from her throat met her ‘breastplate’ nearly, though touched her muscular neck and throat with a stronger sort of connection. The flirtatious creature’s thoughts flickered in a different direction now; whilst still remaining her rank and respect, surely their beastly King wouldn’t find harm within casual flirt, perhaps even ditching the mutt for the beautiful murderess, as long as his so precious Queen didn’t witness a thing. But, how to do it without seeming a whore? Well, she would confess she was indeed one; more-so an attention whore, than anything, and she wasn’t truly interested in their honorable King — merely wished for fun, like with everything the both demon and angel lusted for.

Enchanting optics wandered, sweeping the land with some satisfaction; they could possibly use some new territory, expanded territory, but she didn’t dare run it by their King; after all, she was pleased just being the Dame Commander of Fildrin, and needn’t take on more than she was supposed to. She wouldn’t disrespect the female, nor Syndrome when she got there; especially not Syndrome, considering he could easily rank her at the bottom of Fildrin, allowing her to be shoved around, and if she bit back to those whom did so, he would only punish her further; she would never get that low, be thrown down to the very bottom. Disgusting. However, she would only show as much respect as she felt... Khaos? Deserved. However much she deserved, she would get, and, if she dare disrespect the arrogant, vain beast she would sharply address such facts; she was a stray, mutt pup, for god’s sake Perhaps, though, it was simple ambitious jealousy and envy that caused the fea to act so harshly toward this matter, though the short-tempered female would attempt to keep her cool. Keep her cool. A deep breath, and one more calming look over the swaying, luscious green grass, along with the pale blue sky and ivory colored clouds, and she stepped forward, making her graceful, regal entrance into the barn, eloquence shown through her mere easy steps — and there they were. The confident smirk widened upon her muzzle, though she kept strictly proper and such as she approached; her slightly rough vocals broke the air – her voice was rough, of average level; neither deep nor light; and still had feminine grace and regalness to it — “Mm. Nice to see you, Syndrome,” A pause within those politely toned vocals, “nice to meet you, Khaos.” The dangerous voice had spoken to their soon-to-be Queen, with a mild tone of neither rudeness nor hostileness, yet still not quite venturing to full respect and politeness, she remained neutral in that case. Simply acting neither a savage nor a saintly good one, neither disrespectful nor completely respectful. Hopefully, Syndrome wouldn’t have to ‘beat her into submission’. Though this thought held slight mocking tendencies to it, she well knew that he would not be disrespected — he had about the same amount of will, and fiery passion and desire to put one in their place when acting out of order; and he would if he felt it was dead correct. Who knew?

[muse `] Perfect <3
[word count `] 905, without coding, etc.
[puppet `] Illuminate.
[for `] Syndrome, Khaos, all Fildrin members.
[music `] none.
[comments `] Well, it actuallly came out pretty well; I had planned to add more to it later, but.... -shrug- anyhow. So, she sees Khaos as of 'weaker ones' and thinks she's not fit to be Queen, which is just the way she is - also, Khaos crying and holding her head and body down seems like a type of submission to her - she views things differently then other's, perhaps. Enjoy!

[Oddity]

Saffron

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

So, once in a while, I go and pledge my undying loyalty to this group of mutts, crazy or not. There are advantages- protection, occasional companionship. Syndrome. The height of power, with his smooth tongue, the nobility that comes with leading Fildrin. I like that. My kind of intriguing. He seems like he'd be fun to dare, like he might do anything if it's a challenge. Like me.

Me- little, foxy, with kitty feet and fluffy pointed ears, a curling, fluffy tail, pretty-furred chest. All hues of orange, red, cream. Smart little muzzle and naive eyes, if you're only a casual observer. I know better: I'm a man when it comes to love & emotion. Love power, love bodies, love warmth and escapist-type love. But if it's not over within a night- I get antsy. Nothing clingy about this girl.. I just want you in the most physical sense possible. An audience to bounce my words and teases off of, and then nothing but a memory, fond or not. The high-maintenance bit is not my problem.

I'm padding over the turf, unhurried, the sun beating down on my coat. Fashionably late, because I don't really care about appearances. Beyond the physical. My pretty little mouth turns up at the corners as I spy the first signs of activity within the huge, yawning barn- dogs milling around, tails raised and ears perked with excitement. My sparkling social skills are surfacing.

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his-chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, letting me go

Two dogs pad by, intent on making googly eyes at each other, and it's...
Syndrome. With... who's this? The king's new squeeze?
Pretty. They look like a match set, walking so close. How endearing.
Lucky I never had any ambition, or this female might piss me off.
My glassy, inoffensive gaze flickers fast as wildfire over the congregation within the barn. No Gambhit. Yet. I pout. Illuminate catches my eye, isn't she some sort of nobility within Fildrin? Dangerous looking, all that black and muscle. Make a note of that- don't get on her bad side. No seducing her significant other, if she even has one. I, in all honesty, wouldn't go near such a rogue female, where I into girls. But maybe I'm just crazy.
She always has been above me, a low-as-dirt Subject.


But that isn't nice of me. Syndrome and the like treat their subjects well. I pad up to the King and his shiny new toy, shoot him an x-rated smile,
"Hey-llo, Syndrome, baby. Who's your new friend?" I purr, voice fading to curiosity. Everyone's baby to me, nothing unusually provocative there! Just the smile.
Tilt the head, innocent as a pup. She looks lost to me. Maybe I'll take her under my proverbial wing, if she isn't a jealous bitch.
I get the jealous bitch act pulled on me a lot. No idea why.

And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside

[``SUBdue™]

Fildrin

[/b] King was more than pleased to be by the side of Khaos and though she may not know it, he was becoming more and more intoxicated by her. As he stood by the large doorway, waiting to retreat into the interior, he couldn't help but steal glances at the young femme and feel the electricity she created within him, wash over his black and tan body. He could feel it within his bones that she was the one and that she only needed a little push to realize it for herself. His large paws scuffed over the grasses, a she awaited his Vicerine to take the lead but, she chose to remain still. He was a little displeased that she had not taken the step forward but, recognized that maybe she was being respectful by not wanting to take the lead or perhaps, she was just nervous. She had so much to learn and get used to in such a short time, the King had barely paid attention to the fact she might be overwhelmed.

With a soft chuckle, he bumped his hip into her shoulder and rewarded her with a smirk. "I have overwhelmed you, haven't I? I was so enthralled with you, I barely minded my manners. I will go in with you Vicerine so we may arrive side by side as should be." With a daft step forward, the dark vigilante headed for the barn, keeping pace with his lovely lady. He reminded himself that one day she would see her potential and that she would see how much the King adored her. Until then, he would suffice with her loyalty. His black and tan pelt rippled and rolled with his musculature as it jostled upon a lean frame, making the King look even more devilishly handsome than he already did. The thick chord of fur that ran down his spine bristled causing it to spike up father than it normally did, giving him that extra edge. As he entered, his amber eyes sought out those who came, giving a casual nod to each one until his eyes came to rest on Khaos.

His ears lifted as he heard Lume's voice and his gaze shot to her, to address her. "Always good to see you Illuminate, Dame Commander. Please welcome Khaos, you're Vicerine to Fildrin." His eyes stayed on Illuminate for a moment to ensure she did not test him and his decision then flicked to Saffron who had also sent her smooth lyrics into the stagnant air of the barn. "As you have just heard, Saffron..the new baby as you call her, is your Vicerine. I expect you to show respect to her as your second highest official." His eyes locked onto her then moved to grace Illuminate again, as his Dame In Commander began rustling about. There was no lying she was a beauty and that she was a flirt and many a times he had innocently flirted back but, as far a she was concerned Khaos was his one and only.

He knew Illuminate might be trouble and so he was casual with her game as he was with any femme's dangerous webs they wove. "Lume, have you seen Gambhit? I need him here before I start the meeting." He was cunning as he redirected her attention to Gambhit knowing she thirst for power and well Gambhit was the Lieutenant. He was also quite crafty and experienced and well, he was not exactly ugly either. Syndrome was not gay by any means, far from it but, he was no fool and could see that Gambhit was a cad. In fact, he often worried that Gambhit might steal way the femme he fell for and now that that femme was Khaos, he was sure to stop any advances his Lieutenant might make. Oh, what a vicious game we play and Syndrome knew he was in for a ride with Illuminate, Saffron as they each tried to win over the King and Gambhit as he played his own deck of cards.






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[`Elёηӑs™]

``Bones sinkin' like stones
All that we've fought for
All these places we've grown
All of us are done for
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Gambhit came to an abrupt halt, blinking and wondering why his paws had stopped seemingly of their own accord. Sweat matted the fur at the base of his paws and his tongue was hanging from his maw, panting furiously in a vain attempt to restore oxygen levels in his lungs. He'd been running for a while, and the exertion of too much energy and not enough intake was taking its toll.

He swung his head up and scented the air, his hackles instantly snapping upright, bristling with anticipation. The bitter stench of urine slammed into his senses with a driving force warding him forward. He'd reached the border of Fildrin, and for a brief moment, his lip curled in a territorial sneer. Gambhit wrinkled his muzzle in a grin before spinning on his heel and trotting beside it.

There was little to no breeze blowing throughout the tree infested land and so the leaves that had fallen to the dry floor stood perfectly still. Sunlight filtered down through the boughs, one ray in particular landing directly upon the face of an awakening wolf. Gambhit placed a paw on the end of his nose, a vague and somewhat lazy attempt to block out the bright light without moving. Discovering quickly that it was hopeless he staggered into a sitting position, his bottom jaw opening to reveal sharp teeth as he yawned widely.

Even though he'd slept his limbs still felt heavy with exhaustion, he's been pushing himself too far recently, running for far too long with few little breaks in order to get to Fildrin's meeting place. Gambhit figured as the lieutenant, he was expected to come. But that wasn't it. Once you've known a pack, even if your time with them hadn't been so nice, you never forget.

He sneezed seconds after sniffing the air, a loud snort that made the few leaves that had stuck to his fur fall to the floor. He stood up onto all four paws, stretching out his beck legs behind him, lowering himself momentarily to the floor with his front legs only before he started trotting off in the general direction of the farm. His head lowered as he picked up the pace, his feet moving swiftly and fluidly beneath his body, his tail in line with his spine. He planned on getting to the headquarters today, his goal shouldn't be too difficult, he was only a few hours run away..

[.;Time Skip;.]


His breath came in short pants as Gambhit slowed, his lungs burning, paws aching and body generally feeling the aftershock of such a vigorous exercise. But, he thought happily, 'At least I've made it.' He padded softly over to a bustle of thorns, sticking his nose to the ground, picking up the soft and worn scent of pack dogs. It took a while for him to wriggle through the thorn bushes, his fur kept snagging and every time the thorns pierced his flesh he snarled and got caught up as he flinched away. Still panting softly from the run he emerged in the shadows, blood seeping through some areas of his fur, promising to mat uncomfortably later on. The farm lay ahead, among acres of grassland. None of the trees would cover him now.

He glanced around himself, gaze raking the scene. There were dogs currently in sight, and the familiar scent of Syndrome permeated the air. Gambhit chuckled under his breath.

Quickly, Gambhit cantered over to the brute and with a respectful nod he addressed him. 'Hello, Syndrome. It's great to see you again, but may I ask what this meeting is about?' He noticed the beauty beside Fildrin's king and friendly words slipped through his maw. 'I haven't seen you around before. My name is Gambhit, my lady. May I know yours? For future reference, of course.'

More feminine scents drifted to his nose and he turned around to study them. Gambhit commented, 'Whew, I never knew we had so many gorgeous hounds in our bunch. It's very nice to meet you too. Shall I have the opportunity to know both of your names as well?' He grinned crookedly at the pair.

``All in all that I know
There's nothin' here to run from
'Cos yeah, everybody here has
Got somebody to lean on
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The Count: 686. [give or take a few due to coding]
The Puppet: Gambhit.
The Puppeteer: Elenas.
The Muse: Poor. [ew, that was a horrible post. sorry!]

[׃all»OUt]

k h a o s.
we'll hide the b o d i e s on the way home

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Her white and light beige rump sat down slowly, Syndrome was next to her and she felt safe again next to him, just like in the alley. Her paws lightly touched the dirt as she sat, her tail fluffed and moving across the dust, right to her side. Her thoughts swirled around, looking at the dogs around her, but soon females started coming up and soon her heart was weighed. 'Mm. Nice to see you, Syndrome' One of the females barked, Khaos' blue eyes looked over at the bitch and sadly, she had to admit, she was more beautiful than her. Less scars, elegance. And looking at Syndrome, she guessed that either they were in love or they were crushing on each other, or at least one of them. 'nice to meet you, Khaos.' The bitch added, looking at her, Khaos gave a small smile and then turned her blue eyes to the next bitch to talk.

'Hey-llo, Syndrome, baby. Who's your new friend?' She spoke, looking at Syndrome. Baby? The word rang in her head like an alarm clock and her blue eyes looked at the female then to Syndrome. Were they a couple? It was too hard to tell at this moment but the word weighed down her shoulders and she didn't feel like talking. 'Always good to see you Illuminate, Dame Commander. Please welcome Khaos, you're Vicerine to Fildrin.' Syndrome told the first female, 'As you have just heard, Saffron..the new baby as you call her, is your Vicerine. I expect you to show respect to her as your second highest official.' He told the other, looking at them. Khaos felt eyes upon her and if she could she would be completely red, for no one has ever looked at her just to stare. 'Lume, have you seen Gambhit? I need him here before I start the meeting.' Syndrome asked, looking at Illuminate.

'Hello, Syndrome. It's great to see you again, but may I ask what this meeting is about?' Another voice spoke, but this time a male stepped in. He was big and looked tough, and he came trotting toward them. His eyes wandered and landed on her instantly and she stared back until she broke contact and looked at Syndrome. 'I haven't seen you around before. My name is Gambhit, my lady. May I know yours? For future reference, of course.' His brave voice kindly tickled her ears, her skull twirled calmy to look at the male who named himself Gambhit. "My name is Khaos" Her lyrics gently flowed out, playing everywhere and finally reaching everyone's ears. 'Whew, I never knew we had so many gorgeous hounds in our bunch. It's very nice to meet you too. Shall I have the opportunity to know both of your names as well?' His voice rang in her ears and she really wanted to feel safe again, without all these wondering dogs coming out and trying to charm Syndrome or just orders.

Her rumb stood but it didn't really make any movement that would have every pair of eyes looking at her. She slowly backed up, making no sounds or trying not to. Her paws swiftly moved over the dust, her had laid low and her tail laid down, showing the impression she was uncomfortable or scared. Which she was just uncomfortable. But she wasn't only this, she was also a bit sad. Every dog was more beautiful than her and they all interacted with Syndrome, making it look like they were in love with him and the way he sort of acted toward them, made her heart be weighed down. She wanted him, she had sort of fallen in love with him, but she could tell he was probably a mate to one of them or someone. You never know. She might just not want to be queen because of the responsablities. She turned her skull and silently slipped away from the group of talking dogs.

Her figure moved quickly and she made her body lay low; there was a corner near by and it was empty, from where her blue eyes could tell. Khaos moved quickly, leaving paw prints in the dust. Her blue eyes wandered, looking at the dogs all around. But it was until then when she fell her eyes across a very familiar dog that scared right back with his piercing amber looking eyes. But in the dark tehy looked red, ready to kill someone with a stare. If only looks could kill. The quote echoed in her head and she turned away from the eyes, that dog, was a dog that beat her up... it was the one who gave her the huge scar on her side. The scar pierced pain straight into her, the hurting side moved out and around her body until she felt pain all over... even the heart. From the corner of her eye, he moved away, trotting away and exitting the barn. The pain soothed and her paws finally reached the corner. They corner had hay in it and straws laid everywhere. She found a small spot, digged it up a bit and laid her body there, looking around at some of the staring eyes.


words. 877
muse. awesome :]
tag. Syndrome/Subdue ;; Illuminate/Flash ;; Saffron/Oddity(A) ;; Gambhit/Elenas
puppet. khaos
notes. hey flash i finally just read all the posts and how could Illuminate know Khaos' name and know she was going to be the soon to be queen?? nothing has happened, and Khaos just came so...

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[``SUBdue™]

The

[/b] black and tan King looked over the members of his gang, noticing that most of them were female and though his eye was for Khaos only, he had to admit he felt a charge of electricity run through his hide due to all the femmes that seemed to flock to Fildrin and dare to dance with the King. Only one male, his Lieutenant Gambhit was the ace in the deck and it was no doubt that he could easily sway all the femmes over to him if he wished. Syndrome had chosen Gambhit for many reasons but, he knew his choice might also be a threat to Khaos and this was why he kept vigil over her. He could only hope she wouldn't grow tired of his presence by her side for it was not that he didn't think she was capable of fending for herself or warding off other bachelor males, it was that he knew Gambhit's potential, for Syndrome himself was much like the black German Shepard. There were differences of course but they were both cocky son of a guns with the devilish looks to match that made all the femmes squeal. Syndrome was cunning and knew that he would need to pawn one of the many highly desired femmes off on Gambhit so Khaos, his treasure would be safe. He had a feeling which one he would chose for this scheme and it was none other than his Dame Commander; the one who was already causing a possible feud between Khaos and herself.

His eyes sparked at such a scheme and as not to give himself away, his eyes moved around the barn, satisfied to see all of his members were present so now he could speak. His ears listened as each took their turn greeting Khaos and trying to present their feathers to her; fluffing their chests out and rippling their pelts in attempt to gain one up on her but, through it all his crush remained vigilant. She even remained strong as Gambhit revealed himself and announced his arrival then offered his opinion about the femmes in the gang. Syndrome smirked from cheek corner to cheek corner and faced his Lieutenant. "Yes, they are all fine specimens indeed but, it was their strengths and deviant personas that made me choose them." He casted his glance to Khaos as he uttered that very sentence, wanting he to know that she was the finest and strongest of them all and though she may not reveal it openly, there was a darkness in her that made the King shiver. His gaze left her to address the gang as Gambhit openly asked what the meeting was about and though it was daring of him, Syndrome would never punish his thirst to demand attention as this was part of his rank as well as his being.

"Gambhit my comrade, I can see your thirst to know and so I will not make you all wait." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts and also to make sure he had all their attention before he continued. "Fildrin members, I have called this meeting as a way to get to know one another in order to form that glue that will make this gang that much stronger. All these other gangs around, I know are worthless, but they are scattered and disorientated. They know not who leads nor who follows and this makes them weak and foolish. I know we are the baddest gangs around, for even Sha'Moore in their blood thirsty ways are brainless and act without thinking; helter skelter but, I feel it is necessary to form the crucial tie; to become friends as well as soldiers to make Fildrin the most influential gang around." He made sure take pauses here and there in his speech to get his point across and now took this long one here; to let what he said hang before continuing once again. "There is another reason for this as well, and that is I desire to claim Fallout Hill for another of our territories. From what I have been hearing, it is a hot spot and many of the other gangs are looking to claim it. But, the Fildrin gang shall be first to take it and make it ours. But, if we shall need to fight for it, we will and we will win. The dilemma is that we can not stake it as of yet because, the shelter has recently become an attraction to the bumpkin town teenagers again and it is far too dangerous for us. They wield weapons which none of us will be able to avoid. So we as a gang need to plot our move and prepare a strategy for it as well."

He looked from one to the other, making sure to stare into their eyes a moment before moving to the next member. Finally, his eyes landed on Khaos his Vicerine and he smirked widely. "You see, I told you gang life would be interesting." His lips peeled back and he flashed her a devious smile and winked an eye before turning to Lume and Gambhit. Saffron was about earlier but she must have grown weary while awaiting Gambhit and slipped off to rest in the hay, either that or she had detected some intruder milling about and went to go deal with it. Perhaps, he just couldn't see her because she was behind something. Whatever her reason for not being here, he would deal with it later.

"So, we start by getting to know each other. I believe you all know me well enough so, I will sit this one out. When you are finished meeting each other we may discuss our scheme to take Fallout Hill." He pulled his rear to the ground and looked over to Khaos. "Go for it, Vicerine. Show them what you got." He whispered to her awaiting ear before pulling away. His lips crinkled into a wry smile and his amber eyes twinkled with a devilish spark. She was fierce and he knew that though she may not showing that devilish side right now, it was there ready to unleash at a moments notice and when Lume, Gambhit and Saffron got a dose of it, they would never question the Kings choice again nor her ability to be Vicerine.






OOC stuff;
muse; good
words; enough
comments; meh, my post could have been better. [/size][/font][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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OoC;; When I have the time [probably tomorrow] I'll have a post for you. :B

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OOC: I'll post after Elenas. ^^

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post save will post if the thread does start going >:3 (and after i find out what Syndrome wants Khaos to do XD)