The sting in single, open

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    ✦ ✧ ✦ After almost a week since joining, the giant dog slowly makes his way back toward the central camp. Having followed the stream to the cliffs without a word to anyone, he's been in near constant meditation overlooking the sea until today. He has no doubt that his brother has nestled his way into society already and that's all that matters as he prefers to be a stranger. His mind is far off still, sniffing around as he travels for more pressing concerns. Fasting has left his belly feeling like a big empty kettle ready for something to burn. It doesn't take long for him to find something to satiate it- a deer he jumps on with a weight enough to cause internal bleeding. That doesn't get a chance to pan out as Super cracks the prey's skull in his mouth and drags the sopping mess toward the mansion.


    Reclining out on the lawn, he glances at the mansion before spitting the corpse out. There's no need to go looking for his brother. He has no doubt that he'll prance his way over like a magnet when he catches wind he's returned. In the meantime, he rips a stream of red along the ground then takes a deep, almost anticipating breath. He bellows fire down into the deer, cooking it near black. He tears in to the still steaming meat then, watching Cartel members going about their day. He's not good at socializing. Scratch that, he's plain terrible, so he silently waits for someone to come to him instead.

    Every time I'm leavin' on ya —

    What a meal, came the disinterested voice of the horned direwolf in the 's mind as he appeared before the other's eyes, head lowered to observe the deer at the ground, black mask over his maw before he lifted his face to look at Super, pink eyes focused on the hellhound as he sat down, rolling his neck before his voice came again, Do you have a name? And another question, have you been around lately or are you just stupid? He flicked his fluffy tail. The direwolf was an absolute mass of long russet-gray and white fur, muscle, and some scars with his pair of horns like a demonic bull's, giving him the appearance he'd charge at any moment. His pink eyes, which would probably be more shocking if not for the rest of him being such a warm color and his body was tense yet more disinterested, just as his voice sounded. He didn't appear old, no. He was maybe a little over a year old.

    — YOU DON'T MAKE IT EASY, NO, NO

    The moment he saw his brother he was utterly delighted. After all he hadn't seen him since they had joined together and would have been utterly devastated if his brother had decided to leave him here alone. But here he was in all his glory and the happiness that sung through him was nothing short of elation at the view. As he came close his thick tail tucked a big against his body, head lowering as he moved to his brother, almost submissive in his stance. But that soon changed as he heard the words that left the throat of one of the Underbosses. No matter what rank someone was, no matter their power or supposed way of doing things the last thing anyone wanted to do was insult his brother while he was here. The pale beauty would lift his head up and his short fur would itch to raise as he narrowed his eyes upon the figure of the other. "My brother is not stupid and if you want to keep your tongue I'd advise not saying it again." A light smile lifted across his muzzle as care free as ever before he turned to look at Super, a light soft whine issuing forth as he moved to press his muzzle against his in greeting. "Where have you been!? You missed so much."

    Quite frankly, she couldn't see the family ties between them, but that wasn't quite for her to judge. After all, she was a domestic cat with a coyote for a father. What kind of god allowed that to happen? But, she preferred not to dwell on it.


    Lacey was still not accustomed to Superparadise's rather strange mannerisms, but that didn't mean she couldn't be nice, did it? She had parted soft lips to speak sweetly to the hulking beast when Lucantine made his appearance known, and her mood dropped. Did he talk to all strangers that way (though Superparadise should not have been a stranger to him)? What was with his condescension? It made her cheeks heat, tail lashing wildly. How... not business-y.


    "Mm," she hummed in simple agreement with Latte's words as he arrived. Her spirits lifted ever so slightly at the sight of him; the Capo was always a joy and a comfort, and Lacey hoped she was the same, though he seemed a bit wrapped up in his reunion with the creature. Don't be jealous Lacey, they're brothers, she reminded herself, but the fact that the spotlight was not on her was a bit saddening. Oh well! She'd just have to speak up again.


    "Hi there~" she tried, calling to the man she had yet to truly familiarize herself with. She had seemed to ignore his deer, trying not to think too hard on how a creature his size had taken down such large prey, but she wasn't one to judge. And she left it at that. There wasn't much else to say, really.

    ✦ ✧ ✦Super looks over to Lucantine, blank gaze just as emotionless as his oblong face, before slowly he turns his head at attention. "Move on." The place he's looking at is soon filled in by a familiar form and as his brother swamps him, he huffs out a soft ring of smoke like a cat would a purr. Super tilts his large frame up more properly, head pressing against Latte to coax him away from the submissive stance, but him having overheard the comment seems to have done that already. He takes his paw then and shoves the charred corpse to his brother. "Meditating. And you've been worming in." Super doesn't explain his half, assuming that he doesn't need to, considering it's not a strange occurrence. The only mystery here is what exactly he meditates about. He's not particularly religious, if at all, and he's never fretful so stress relief is unlikely as well (he has other ways to achieve that after all). As far as Latte goes, he knows he's in the governing body now and to what is pertains, but he'll address that when they're alone.


    Another catches his attention then and he turns his head stiffly, like a lighthouse on a slow light rotation. He's not used to other creatures wanting to linger so close to him. The giant's head tilts ever so slightly, a looming shadow over the small feline. "Hello." It doesn't occur to him that he should try to make conversation and so he just sits there and stares at her- likely waiting for her or Latte to say something (it's what he's used to considering Latte's motor-mouth). Super's either not noticing or not caring how awkward that can be. Suddenly then a slight bit of emotion creeps its way onto his stone face, a vague look of disgust as his attentiom turns back to the ruptured deer. It's not enough, like always. His burning furnace is unsatisfied, it's quota unmet. He need something more. "Who are our enemies?" It's an abrupt question, filled with an underlying urgency. Clans are just a mix of useless information to him. He just wants a label to know where to direct his inquisitions.