A Siren of Death (*OPEN)

[Naijinaxx]

"Represent me in the Lost Clan territory, they'll be expecting you... and when you've seen with your own eyes the hardships they endure, do what you must..."[/size][/i]

The voice rumbled through his head, it pounded in his heart, after days of traveling with little rest, let alone, little food to ease the stomach, he had finally made it.
Being a dog, despite his nature, his instinct called for a chase, but no... for so long he had been in communication with the cats of Lost Clan, lieing to himself, and many others at the same time.
It was truth that he was never within the ranks of the Philantrophy Alliance, never once friends with those peace loving dogs who'd rather run their world the democratic way, rather than the way it needed to be run... with cleansing.
And as Tinuke' padded his way up the dusty road with little interest in the manner, the scars linning under his flesh as he stood alert for the guards, his ears errect for any traps, or trip wires that the clans may have installed, he knew that he was drawing closer, knew that he was nearing his objective.

Though, in his mind, he was still screaming, -how he had left the pup to linger with his heart's desire, to never again be with them. This was a suicide mission, it didn't take one too long to figure that out, not even one as intelligent as Tinuke', and as he approached the border line of the foul smelling felines, it only felt as though he was drawing closer to his death, how that rope was getting tighter around his throat, and how he would most likely die by the fangs of his own friend, Ripper...

He hated being the deciever, the one who lied his whole life to keep his life intact, to survive among their numbers, to show the others that he wasn't one of a darkened heart, however, he exactly wasn't a saint, either. For a long time, he had sinned, he had tasted blood, killed the inocent, their screams resounding in his head with every blow of the wind in the cold night, when the darkness came on sleep, and while the others were enjoying the peace... then there was Tinuke', shivering in fear of the night, like a lone pup who had lost his mother, the night terrors were often too strong for him to ever find peace, and even more, they felt so real...

It was the only reason Tinuke' accepted this mission, it was one last act of twisted revenge on those that had cursed him, to become the fire that would turn this all new cold war into a blazing hot one. To atone for his sins, to finally close the chapter in his life, and to leave others alone. Tired of making others suffer, tired of hurting others, it was the only way he could leave this world. The only way he could go out with a bang, instead of a coward.

And as he neared that border with every liquid stride, his heart told him that was exactly what was going to happen, he'd go out with a bang, not a whimper, not a surrender. But nothing more than a fury of fangs, his liquid indigo eyes were enough to tell that his hopes were true, and as he approached, he made out their figures, the warriors who bided not by the code.

He stopped by the border and took a kneal before the cats.
"My name is Tinuke! -I represent Raven Thunderhawk of the Northern Plains, I seek to speak with the one known as Jag!" he ensured that his voice was loud and clear to all those who were in the immediate area, his stance royal and powerful, his eyes filled with a soldier's experience and fury, but there was something about him that stated full well that he wasn't folling around, either.

[Seraphinu]

A single pair of pale gold eyes glinted from the darkness between two withered tree saplings. Coal wrinkled his nose in disgust at the stench emanating from the intruder.

"And what does a dog want with LostClan's leader?" Coal snarled. He padded forwards, into a dim shaft of light, so he could be seen more easily.

"Did you honestly think that our leader would waltz out here like a moonstruck rabbit to meet a dog?" he continued, his lip curling. Another set of eyes appeared, and another, until half a dozen LostClanners had joined Coal. Midnight revealed himself, hiding his limp quite well, to stand beside his fellow bodyguard. The other five cats remained hidden.

"I am Coal, and this is Midnight. We are Jag's bodyguards," his eyes narrowed suspiciously, while Midnight eyed Tinuke with guarded curiosity.

(The other five are NPCs. There names are Grave, Nettle, Eclipse, Fall, and Whisp)

[Naijinaxx]

Tinuke' nodded as the cat's gave their introduction, expecting their disaproval at his very pressence, and as he gazed downward at their small forms, he settled into the environment with comfort. It was then that he concluded that Raven had been mis-informed about how they'd be expecting him, -and in the end, he was on his own to place his welcome.
"Perhaps a purpose." he glared down at the bodyguards with a stellar instinct that reeked of melancholy, that had grown from the years of hate and starvation. That had fueled a resting rage for years, upon years of hiding who he really was, what he really was. Maybe now, was the time to unleash the detriment of years of soldier's rage on a now common enemy.
"I was lead to believe that you'd be expecting my arrival, Coal." Tinuke' stated with an all true voice that detailed his intelligence, and his manore, reconciling the fact that he too was on their turf, and that he had no jurisdiction here, let alone, any authority. He was merely, though he despised it, a guest, and though his natural instincts told him to live by his own rules, he knew that he couldn't live the way that a dog called for on turf that was owned by the cats.... um.... warriors, as they called themselves.

He never really took interest into their philosophies, their laws, any interests into their warriors code, despite the fact that he was impelled to remember it for reference when he was supposedly working for Philantrophy. He knew that with his size, and his strength, he could tear this little camp to shreds in a flash of seconds, send the cats running for their lives, shitting themselves in the process. But no, Tinuke' just wasn't that kind of guy. Despite his intentions, and his morals, he was just plain soft. Unlike other villains, he didn't really have any purpose in making other suffer, had nothing to gain from it but more hate towards himself. One may ask, why comment another sin if you having nothing to gain? In truth, there was nothing to gain, the only thing he'd ever gain was the atonement that he had seeked for a long while, the end of the screaming, the end of the suffering... the end of having to cover up well developed lies, with even further well-developed lies. His whole life, it was a lie. And Fireborn had given him a new life with them, but still, there was the fact that he was still in debt to Raven, and besides, it would've only been a matter of time before Raven expected him to ends meet.

And as he stood there, talking to the one creature that his species had chased up trees, towards cars, through the streets, the cities, through other people's lawns for so long, he felt as if he was achieving what it was that his master, Raven, wanted. A bond with Lostclan, eyes and ears to the other clans throughout the forest, and although Tinuke' was carrying out his mission, he also felt as if there was a large sum of which he lacked in knowledge, and also felt that there was something that Raven ws hiding from him...

[Seraphinu]

"And what reason would we, LostClan, shadows of the forest, have to meet with a dog?" Coal asked, his tone guarded.

"You don't belong here, dog!" One of the cats in the shadows hissed.

"Silence, Nettle!" Coal snarled, whirling round to face the hidden warrior. A pair of yellow and green eyes began to glower, but the one known as Nettle said no more. Coal turned to face Tinuke again.

"Again, I ask: Why are you here?"

[Naijinaxx]

Tinuke' overheard them as they whispered their disgust for his species, his instrusion. Was he really that bad? -Were they going to judge him before they even knew him? -We're they just that much afraid of everything that didn't look like them?

He didn't know, but then again, he had a question to answer... and more and mre he thought, he found himself at a loss for words... what was he doing here?

Was this some kind of test for Raven to see if he'd do it? -Was this some kind of suicide mission? -The cats had no knowledge as to who he was, and what he was doing here... he was sent her to pick up some kind of package... some kind of poison... what was it called again? -Blasted canine memory.

He opened his mouth to speak, however, nothing came out. No more fancy speach, just business.
"I came for a package." he admitted, swallowing harshly afterwards, however, as to what the package contained, he had no clue. But then something occured to him, that perhaps the package he was supposed to pick up never existed in the first place, and that he was sent her to his death.

[Seraphinu]

Coal cocked his head to the side, intrigued.

"A package? Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds as though you believe an arrangment has passed through here," he responded. Midnight stayed silent beside him, letting his sharp-tongued former mentor do the talking.

"Jag would never make arrangement with dogs, and especially not secretly at that. He has always asked my opinion for everything," Coal made his mistake by allowing this dog to ruffle his fur and question his trust in his leader. Midnight glanced at him, and all pairs of eyes in the shadows were turned curiously towards him.

[Naijinaxx]

It was rather obvious that he wasn't going to get far just by talking, and he didn't come all the way out here just to walk back empty handed. He had walked many miles to get this far into the warrior's territory, and wasn't returning without knowing what was going on.
It would seem that this arrangement that was made was false, and as his patience grew thinner, so too did his control on his anger.

Tinuke', it was derived from the Kioa Indian Tribe, known at the time to be the most savage Native American Warriors of their time, who were prone to strike silently and with the up-most tactics upon their enemy. To reign hell on their opposition on a moments notice, bearing the reputation of running fifty miles to their enemy, and fighting a full scale battle at the end. Tinuke', meant Savage One, and if this cat wanted to test his patience, he wasn't going to let him. If he wanted to play by force, than so damned be it, Tinuke' could play the same game.
His eyes scanned, his heart thundered, and his claws flexed under the dirt, his fangs flashed under the sunlight. What once was a friendly gesture, just turned into an attack, and as Tinuke' flashed his tail forward, three other dogs jumped from the bushes, snarling vigorously as they ravaged the little camp and began to tear it to pieces.
"I won't ask you again." Tinuke' walked forward, his height overtowering the cats as the dogs searched for the leader.
"Give me the poison, or I will force it from you." he snarled as he kept himself at a secure distance in the even of a response.
"I won't be held responsible if they find your leader, and do something... unforgivable."[/i] he croaked as his legs hardened under readiness.

[Magicheart]

"Fools!" Hissed Syndicate, emerging from the shadows. "Were you taught nothing about the first time we tried to take over the forest?[/i] the lithe and deadly tom padded forward. He could feel the stares of the other cats on him...he didn't usually talk or interfere with the common affairs of Lostclan. "There was an old treaty...once..." he emphasized, unsheathing one of his long deadly claws and flexing it. "Jag would indeed be a fool to deny the help of a dog...but then again, what is in it for you....Tinuke, is it?"
It was evident that the shadow of Syndicate had been secretly present for the majority of the conversation.

[Seraphinu]

"Syndicate!" Coal's pale eyes flashed with surprise. Then they narrowed at his words.

"It would appear that many of the old LostClan's secrets were withheld from me," he hissed. He was very young, after all. Barely two years, in fact. He turned back to Tinuke, smoothing his fur, and letting the calm, controlled light back into his eyes.

"Very well. Call of your men... I know a certain nasty little she-cat and her brother who certainly have a knack for herblore... what poison would you be requesting?" he asked.

Midnight never took his eyes off Tinuke. Suspicion narrowed them, and the red flecks tainting the gold were very obvious. But still, he never said a word, only remained silently beside his former mentor. Grave, Nettle, Eclipse, Fall, and Whisp all stared at Coal in surprise.

[Naijinaxx]

Tinuke' grinned with pleasure, giving a slight nodd as he turned his eyes to the three dogs who tore through the camp without interest into the words spoken.
"You lot," the three stood firm, gazing out at their leader, ears errected as they froze in place.
"Enough." he ordered with firm interlect, his eyes flaring as he turned to Syndicate, one who appeared to have some authority, the dogs returning to Tinuke's side and acting as his own body guards, the dobermans, the rotweiler, and the black shepherd.
"Granted, there maybe a treaty intact, but then again, that was signed by cats, not dogs." Tinuke' gestured to the others.
"Paradise Lost is offering to give you anything you need, our numbers are vast, our benefits are plentiful, and food is given out of an act of generosity." he revered as he beamed down upon the cats, his muscles swol under that white and black coat as it pierced through the darkness.

"And as for poison?" one of the dogs leaned in and gave a whisper, Tinuke' nodded.
"Preferably, something that won't dilute when in water... something that'll send quite a scare down their spines." the other dogs nodded, agreeing with their leader.

"Forgive me, Ripper..."

[Seraphinu]

Coal snorted.

"No offense, but we hunt for ourselves," Coal growled, his eyes flashing a bit. "However, we could use your sheer numbers. The Clans certainly won't be expecting dogs to attack them," his eyes glinted with something that, though much darker, could only be compared to mischief. A sort of amused malice...

"Abyss!" Midnight called out, speaking for the first time. A little black she-cat padded out of the darkness, glaring up at the huge dogs. In spite of still being considered a kit, she showed no fear of the strange(and large) visitors.

"Bring Tinuke," Midnight flicked his tail towards the dog to show her who he was, "some deathberries," he said. Abyss began to purr darkly.

"Of course, love," she answered, her voice like a siren's, sweet and alluring, though somehow edged with malice. She bounded off towards another den, and she and Cyclone soon reappeared, each with a bundle of bright red berries wrapped in large leaves. She and her brother placed them between Coal and Tinuke. Abyss turned to face the husky, Cyclone by her side.

"That is the berry of yew," Cyclone spoke out, seeming much calmer than his sister, who was tense and aggressive, though her pelt somehow was not fluffed out.

"It is extremely poisonous to any who eat them," he continued.

"This should be more than enough for whoever you're planning on killing," Abyss narrowed her eyes, then glanced over at Coal and Midnight, Her gaze was filled with undisguised hatred of Coal, though it softened as her gaze slid onto Midnight.

Coal's whiskers twitched in agitation. He hardly trusted these kits, and he wished Jag hadn't taken such a liking to them. Everytime they were sound him, he got the feeling they were plotting something.

"Well done, Abyss, Cyclone," he meowed stiffly.

[Naijinaxx]

Tinuke and the others watched as the cats moved about. Granted it was smashing their pride, and most would've given up on the cats before he did, but it was only Tinuke' who actually had respect for the cats. Why Raven was trying to set them up for war, he didn't know. It almost troubled him to have to do what he had to do, seeing so many young lives about. They weren't doing anything of wrong, or anything that could be deemed hostile. They were just living their lives normally as they always did. There wasn't any hint of a plot to loot out the others into a full ranged attack. The truth of it was, Raven despised the cats, hated them with every sence of the word. He'd be damned before the dogs allied with feeble cats, as Philanthropy was propigating. It would never happen, and Raven would be sure of it.

He watched as the black cat turned over it's shoulder, "Abyss!"[/i] Tinuke followed his eyes to a black she-cat, he gazed down at her puny form with nervousness. She was a mere kitten, and it rather surprised him that she showed no fear.

"Bring Tinuke some deathberries."[/i]

Deathberries? -He wanted some kind of liquid, something that he could palute an entire water source with, not some manual have-to-eat toxin... he didn't just want to kill one person... no... he wanted to whipe out an entire clan! -But then again, he was a dog, perhaps he would have to develope some kind of trust with the clans before he'd get the real deal.

He stood greatful as the two cats came foeward with bundles of these 'death berries' as they had been called. Such an innocent looking fruit, it looked like nothing more than a bundle of cherries, yet they were wrapped in large leaves. And he accepted the offer.

"This is the berry of yew,"[/i] the cat spoke, Tinuke' turning to face the one known as 'Cyclone,' Tinuke' also noted his calmness, and his comfort, even with the dogs gazing down at them. "It is extremely poisonous to any who eat them. This should be more than enough for whoever you're planning on killing." Tinuke' nodded, glanced at his friends and gave a nod, each of them carefully taking the berries by the stems and held them in their mouths.
"Careful lads, don't bite into them." if there was one thing Tinuke' knew about the cats, it was their knowledge of the berries. He dare not doubt it.

"On behalf of my friends, and myself, I thank you. With a little mashing, and a little oil, it would make a devestating biological weapon." he nodded, watching as his friends took of into the trees, glancing over their shoulder and waiting for Tinuke' as he finished up his meeting.
However, Tinuke' just wasn't that much of a trusting person. Granted, the cats had shown kindness, however, Tinuke' did nearly destroy their kingdom, surely they were plotting some kind of retaliation. And so, mind him the insecurity, he refused to turn his back to the cats, and merely stepped to the rear instead, and when in safe distance, he gave a slow bow, and then turned, following his friends to the cache, where they had stored the rest of the materials they needed to amplify the poison, and to spread it out over a wide area.

"Which clan do we hit first?"[/b] Basco glanced at Tinuke, his form passing under shadows and sunlight.

"River Clan is the closest..." Ko turned to Tinuke', who listened to their suggestions.

"What about Thunder Clan?" Brei suggested.

"River Clan is our target." Tinuke' answered as they passed through the shadows.

[Magicheart]

Syndicate followed the conversation with his eyes until the dogs were out of sight. He hissed in disgust when they left. "allies used to be loyal. I don't trust them at all. But then again, we can't even trust many in our own clan." he seethed, thinking of Rue and Kyri.

[Seraphinu]

Coal sighed. "LostClan has never been about trust, Syndicate. How do you think Jag became leader?" he replied. He had never faulted his leader for killing Tooth, Coal had never liked Tooth anyway. He had pretended to look the other way, although he knew that almost all of LostClan had known that Jag had murdered the previous leader. No one had seemed to care, and that only further proved Coal's point. LostClan had never been about trust.

[Magicheart]

"Jag became leader because he was a superior fighter to Tooth." Syndicate answered in his cold voice. "There is no love or loyalty between any cats in any rank of Lostclan...but if you are raised in the clan and are part of it, you should at least be able to expect its members to better the clan by furthering its goals, if not for each cat's own benefit."