Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 23:26:22 GMT -8
"AROOOOOO!"
"Are you done crying, wolf?"
"You're a smart one, aren't ya?"
Black claws let go out the metal bars as the wolf turned to look at his cellmate. The reaper laid quiet on his bunk, the bottom one, which the two had an argument over. It left a hole in the crystal wall, letting in fractured light that the two would later come to regret. The chipped out hunk of crystal that fell out had been a weight for the soul-taker that he used everyday or whenever he felt like it since there was no way of keeping track of how long they had been confined for. It drained him every time he touched the crystal, leaving him feeling drained afterwards. Death blinked as the rock-star hopped off of the small stone slab that held the bars above the cell's stone cold floor. His feet clacked every time they connected, breaking the still silence that took up the most quiet part of the prison: the undead.
Wolfgang hopped up onto his bunk. The bed screamed as it's innards were being crushed by the freakish mammal's weight. There were a few more moments of silence before he pulled out his harp and began to run a claw over a few of the strings. It was the only other regular, and more pleasant, noise that came from area. The other two captives held besides these two were held in different areas. One in a tight cage and another in a secured room due to mind control powers. They didn't speak much anyhow. A few notes pierced the air, playing a soft melody for his invisible audience.
The bunk below him groaned. Chains rattled as the captive stood up, casting a black shadow across the room. His cellmate glanced up at him momentarily before going back to playing. The hooded villain made his way over to the the only other pieces of furniture in the room. It was a small green wooden table with two chairs. The hue of them made it seem as if the actual tree was green. It was dull, faded now with age. The figure sat down in the chair closest to him, the one he naturally claimed as his own as Wolfgang would sit in the other. On the table was a mess of cards from where the two would play to pass time. The sounds of the wolf howling from victory passed through his mind as he looked at the hand laid down across from him. He didn't even need to look at his own.
A metal mug reflected the eyes of the reaper. A red that had grown soft from what had felt like years of confinement. It no longer held the gaze of terror but the gaze of something that had been asleep for a long time. A gloved hand gripped the mug, pulling it closer to him. The light bounced off the mug and onto the gold strips on his gloves, sending the light bouncing off into another direction, likely to be lost in the dead corners of the room. The reaper focused upon the mug for while before the gentle harp came to a stop.
"Ay, Hood Sickle."
He didn't look up from his reflection.
"You ever think if there's something beyond all this?"
He would've turned around and gripped the wolf by his throat before slamming him into the wall if it weren't for the fact that he was armed.
"... You're not for much talking now, huh?"
He sat the mug down and turned his hood far enough to see the Wolfgang in his peripheral vision.
"Alright..."
He went back to playing his harp while the reaper took his death-stare off of him and off towards the drowning blue, crystal walls. Wolfgang looked up every now and then between plays before eventually stopping.
"Enough of this silence, mate. You're creepin' me out."
Hood Sickle didn't respond.
Wolfgang grunted as he got up from his spot and walked over to the other side of the table to sit down. His black nails gathered up the cards on the table but went for his playing buddy's cards last as he was unsure of what he might do. Eventually he had a full deck and began to shuffle them, the sounds of paper filling the air as he swept them back and forth between each other and around each other. The deck was banged down upon the table a few times in a way of straightening them out and letting the other know he wanted to play. Death sighed before straightening up and facing his opponent.
The card game was quiet aside from the clicking of cards and the few words of game. It was the most he was going to get out silent killer and he was comfortable with that. He would say a little something after his opponent's moves but he never got a reply, giving him the feeling of an empty high-five and a dry feeling in his mouth. A few more quiet minutes led to the unexpected win for his cellmate. Wolfgang looked thoroughly surprised, sitting up to make sure he was seeing things correctly.
"Well, well. Looks like you got me this time." Wolfgang smirked, carrying a joyful bounce in his voice in an attempt to get something out of his mate.
Hood Sickle merely glanced up at him before looking back down at the playing field to begin gathering up cards.
"Alright, alright." Wolfgang spoke again, putting up a verbal gate between the two. For the first time, Hood Sickle gave him a response by sitting up and looking up at him in confusion. The wolf placed his elbow on the table and rested his face in his palm as if he had just realized an obvious flaw in a situation. "What's wrong with you, Hood? You've never been this quiet before."
His responsiveness seemed to have ended there.
"Aw c'mon!" Wolfgang exclaimed, raising his head up from his palm towards the stone roof above them, still keeping his eyes closed. "Did I hit nerve back there with the whole bed situation or something? I wasn't trying start a howling match with ya," he laid both hands down on the table in front of him as he opened his eyes and faced him to continue, "Something on the mind? What is it? Underworld giving you trouble? I take your spot? Someone on the mind?"
Hood Sickle nearly dropped his ace of spades at the mention of the last question, making it obvious, causing Wolfgang to shake his head and cast his hand off into the distance. "Yep. Yeah, I've been there." The statement caused Hood Sickle to look up at him as if he had just asked Death to live. "Shocked? Yeah, a lot of people are. I wasn't always like this y'know. I had someone special too. She was real nice." The musician kicked his feet up over to the side edge of the table, knowing that now would not be the best time to tick him off. He continued on with his past, "Really nice. She could make me howl for days. Then, we had some altercations..." he stopped to turn his wrist over, looking over his nails as a disgusted look crossed his face, teeth showing and lips curled back. "We split up, I had a break-down, and what do ya know. Now I'm here." He scratched at his nails a bit more before looking up towards his mate who had looked a bit more awake. A funny smile crossed his face before he nodded his head in his direction. "So, what about you? Who you got your eyes on?"
The reaper was quiet for a bit before he spoke, in that grim tone that Wolfgang was familiar with. "I saw her outside of the academy." he paused as if her were trying to imagine it. "Persephone..." His voice trailed off.
Not wanting to lose him at this moment, Wolfgang nudged himself into his thought, "Persephone, eh? Ah, I couldn't blame you. She's quite the looker. Nice figure, good wings. That the kind of thing you into?" The hood of the daydreamer shook and muttered something that the wolf couldn't quite hear, even with his tuned ears. He shrugged it off and laughed, "Yep, that's what they'll do to ya. Grab you by your old dead heart and play with the strings. Haha, didn't think you'd be one like that." The last comment was quickly shot down by a sudden narrowing of the eyes in which the Wolfgang dropped his feet off the table and sat up straight, letting out a nervous laugh and scratching the back of his head, claws running through his fur nervously. "Eheh, I'm messing with ya, mate!"
About a minute of silence was taken until Wolfgang put on a bit of an upset scowl and leaned forward, doing something he could easily seeing himself regretting in the next few seconds, and patted Hood Sickle on the back. Once he managed to get his leather-panted bottom back into his seat, he was somewhat shocked that he didn't grab his arm and pin it to the table. The ace of spades was tossed at him, causing him to look down at it before back up at the reaper. "Put up another hand. I'll go another round." Hood Sickle stated, leaning back in the dead chair under him. "Now were talkin'." The rock-star cheered, taking up the cards and shuffling them once again. The night went on as it had normally with the two, making conversation and going along as they usually did.
"You ever see Dreamcatcher?"
"Yeah. What about her?"
"She's quite the air-head, isn't she?"
The two laughed and went on with their game.
"Are you done crying, wolf?"
"You're a smart one, aren't ya?"
Black claws let go out the metal bars as the wolf turned to look at his cellmate. The reaper laid quiet on his bunk, the bottom one, which the two had an argument over. It left a hole in the crystal wall, letting in fractured light that the two would later come to regret. The chipped out hunk of crystal that fell out had been a weight for the soul-taker that he used everyday or whenever he felt like it since there was no way of keeping track of how long they had been confined for. It drained him every time he touched the crystal, leaving him feeling drained afterwards. Death blinked as the rock-star hopped off of the small stone slab that held the bars above the cell's stone cold floor. His feet clacked every time they connected, breaking the still silence that took up the most quiet part of the prison: the undead.
Wolfgang hopped up onto his bunk. The bed screamed as it's innards were being crushed by the freakish mammal's weight. There were a few more moments of silence before he pulled out his harp and began to run a claw over a few of the strings. It was the only other regular, and more pleasant, noise that came from area. The other two captives held besides these two were held in different areas. One in a tight cage and another in a secured room due to mind control powers. They didn't speak much anyhow. A few notes pierced the air, playing a soft melody for his invisible audience.
The bunk below him groaned. Chains rattled as the captive stood up, casting a black shadow across the room. His cellmate glanced up at him momentarily before going back to playing. The hooded villain made his way over to the the only other pieces of furniture in the room. It was a small green wooden table with two chairs. The hue of them made it seem as if the actual tree was green. It was dull, faded now with age. The figure sat down in the chair closest to him, the one he naturally claimed as his own as Wolfgang would sit in the other. On the table was a mess of cards from where the two would play to pass time. The sounds of the wolf howling from victory passed through his mind as he looked at the hand laid down across from him. He didn't even need to look at his own.
A metal mug reflected the eyes of the reaper. A red that had grown soft from what had felt like years of confinement. It no longer held the gaze of terror but the gaze of something that had been asleep for a long time. A gloved hand gripped the mug, pulling it closer to him. The light bounced off the mug and onto the gold strips on his gloves, sending the light bouncing off into another direction, likely to be lost in the dead corners of the room. The reaper focused upon the mug for while before the gentle harp came to a stop.
"Ay, Hood Sickle."
He didn't look up from his reflection.
"You ever think if there's something beyond all this?"
He would've turned around and gripped the wolf by his throat before slamming him into the wall if it weren't for the fact that he was armed.
"... You're not for much talking now, huh?"
He sat the mug down and turned his hood far enough to see the Wolfgang in his peripheral vision.
"Alright..."
He went back to playing his harp while the reaper took his death-stare off of him and off towards the drowning blue, crystal walls. Wolfgang looked up every now and then between plays before eventually stopping.
"Enough of this silence, mate. You're creepin' me out."
Hood Sickle didn't respond.
Wolfgang grunted as he got up from his spot and walked over to the other side of the table to sit down. His black nails gathered up the cards on the table but went for his playing buddy's cards last as he was unsure of what he might do. Eventually he had a full deck and began to shuffle them, the sounds of paper filling the air as he swept them back and forth between each other and around each other. The deck was banged down upon the table a few times in a way of straightening them out and letting the other know he wanted to play. Death sighed before straightening up and facing his opponent.
The card game was quiet aside from the clicking of cards and the few words of game. It was the most he was going to get out silent killer and he was comfortable with that. He would say a little something after his opponent's moves but he never got a reply, giving him the feeling of an empty high-five and a dry feeling in his mouth. A few more quiet minutes led to the unexpected win for his cellmate. Wolfgang looked thoroughly surprised, sitting up to make sure he was seeing things correctly.
"Well, well. Looks like you got me this time." Wolfgang smirked, carrying a joyful bounce in his voice in an attempt to get something out of his mate.
Hood Sickle merely glanced up at him before looking back down at the playing field to begin gathering up cards.
"Alright, alright." Wolfgang spoke again, putting up a verbal gate between the two. For the first time, Hood Sickle gave him a response by sitting up and looking up at him in confusion. The wolf placed his elbow on the table and rested his face in his palm as if he had just realized an obvious flaw in a situation. "What's wrong with you, Hood? You've never been this quiet before."
His responsiveness seemed to have ended there.
"Aw c'mon!" Wolfgang exclaimed, raising his head up from his palm towards the stone roof above them, still keeping his eyes closed. "Did I hit nerve back there with the whole bed situation or something? I wasn't trying start a howling match with ya," he laid both hands down on the table in front of him as he opened his eyes and faced him to continue, "Something on the mind? What is it? Underworld giving you trouble? I take your spot? Someone on the mind?"
Hood Sickle nearly dropped his ace of spades at the mention of the last question, making it obvious, causing Wolfgang to shake his head and cast his hand off into the distance. "Yep. Yeah, I've been there." The statement caused Hood Sickle to look up at him as if he had just asked Death to live. "Shocked? Yeah, a lot of people are. I wasn't always like this y'know. I had someone special too. She was real nice." The musician kicked his feet up over to the side edge of the table, knowing that now would not be the best time to tick him off. He continued on with his past, "Really nice. She could make me howl for days. Then, we had some altercations..." he stopped to turn his wrist over, looking over his nails as a disgusted look crossed his face, teeth showing and lips curled back. "We split up, I had a break-down, and what do ya know. Now I'm here." He scratched at his nails a bit more before looking up towards his mate who had looked a bit more awake. A funny smile crossed his face before he nodded his head in his direction. "So, what about you? Who you got your eyes on?"
The reaper was quiet for a bit before he spoke, in that grim tone that Wolfgang was familiar with. "I saw her outside of the academy." he paused as if her were trying to imagine it. "Persephone..." His voice trailed off.
Not wanting to lose him at this moment, Wolfgang nudged himself into his thought, "Persephone, eh? Ah, I couldn't blame you. She's quite the looker. Nice figure, good wings. That the kind of thing you into?" The hood of the daydreamer shook and muttered something that the wolf couldn't quite hear, even with his tuned ears. He shrugged it off and laughed, "Yep, that's what they'll do to ya. Grab you by your old dead heart and play with the strings. Haha, didn't think you'd be one like that." The last comment was quickly shot down by a sudden narrowing of the eyes in which the Wolfgang dropped his feet off the table and sat up straight, letting out a nervous laugh and scratching the back of his head, claws running through his fur nervously. "Eheh, I'm messing with ya, mate!"
About a minute of silence was taken until Wolfgang put on a bit of an upset scowl and leaned forward, doing something he could easily seeing himself regretting in the next few seconds, and patted Hood Sickle on the back. Once he managed to get his leather-panted bottom back into his seat, he was somewhat shocked that he didn't grab his arm and pin it to the table. The ace of spades was tossed at him, causing him to look down at it before back up at the reaper. "Put up another hand. I'll go another round." Hood Sickle stated, leaning back in the dead chair under him. "Now were talkin'." The rock-star cheered, taking up the cards and shuffling them once again. The night went on as it had normally with the two, making conversation and going along as they usually did.
"You ever see Dreamcatcher?"
"Yeah. What about her?"
"She's quite the air-head, isn't she?"
The two laughed and went on with their game.