The White Wolf

[The White Wolf]

It was a morning like any other, warm with the sun creeping ever so slowly over the slice of paradise known as Neos... All for except one young wolf, the patch worked the male lay across a mossy rock on the outskirts, neatly folded as if sitting upon a throne, his eyes tight and narrowed as he growled lowly. His brain reeling as he tried to figure out what his next move would be...he awaited his orders patiently...thought at this point he was just killing time. He was working rather hard trying to push himself to please his masters... But the faster he completed their assignments the longer it took them to come up with more. Apparently he was accelerating faster than they expected. Or maybe it wasn't going all that well with searching. After all finding work in these parts was more or less of a chore from what he had gathered. And the contacts...Julius shivered at the thought of having to meet with another hutt.


Just a few people he'd like to not see in a dark alley. But nothing horribly threatening, nothing that would set back the operations. To the boy he had seen it all. All that these lands had to offer him and well it was not nearly enough. Truth was, no matter what he wanted. He would follow the orders issues to him...sit...lay down...roll over. Fetch, attack, kill. Very simple orders he would always follow...without question...and without hesitance. This was the life he was forced to live...shackled to his existence as a mere god.

The idea...it haunted him.

Ears flicked forward as static from his headphones went off...looks like the higher ups finally had something for him. Julius sat up off the rock and grabbed his headphones that hung around his neck, pulling them up onto his ears as the static cleared and a voice spoke to him...the same voice he grew up with...his orders were simple. Hunt...kill. The same poodoo just a different target. Julius received a message through his phone...a gadget given to him as a tool that would make things easier for him. Pressing the button on the bottom there was a bright flash as a holoscreen popped up, revealing a picture of his target and some basic information. Julius skimmed over it and blinked, shutting the phone down and stuffing it into his pocket as he hopped off the rock. Looks like he needed to make his way into the city...and as his bright eyes wandered over the gates Julius narrowed his gaze and scoffed.

This world was changing him, toughening him up for something? Or was it just karking with his mind. Trying to scare him, either way it wasn't working.

Game on.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Vaati Vi Valoria"]

Solan's head rested back as he sat on top of his ship and looked at the sky above. He was having a nice day with not much to complain about when it came to his life. It wasn't complete though, that much was certain and he had to think about things as he took them with a grain of salt. His recent escapades were certain to catch up with him and he was sure that sooner or later there was something or someone that would be sent to correct Solan's mistakes. Problem was, people assumed they would be able to actually do this... it was cute that they would think that.

Bounty hunters and assassins were never a threat to him, never a worry, never a second thought was aimed to them as he stood there. It was like a swift bee, it would sting you, it would hurt, but it was never crippling, or something that could not be suppressed. He curled his hands up and held it up over his face, staring through it and looking on carefully over the skin.

 

[The White Wolf]

Be the change you wanted to see in the world...;This was a philosophy Julius had taken quite the liking to in recent times...although the quote most likely had a deeper meaning that eluded his understanding. Maybe one day he could fully grasp the meaning of this but right now...at this moment...he was starting to become the very thing he hated. Sometimes he wondered if it was worth it...casting away his soul for the wishes and desires of his owners.... For far to long had he played this little game with himself...trying to convince himself that he was better than what others made him out to be. But honestly how good was he in reality? In the end...he was only what the world allowed him to be. What they allowed him to be. And that was something he had to live with wether he liked it or not. He growled to himself...those bright blue eyes wandering over the land as he wandered through in search of his target...looking into the abyss of information.

Stare into the abyss long enough...and the abyss stares right back into you. And as he stared at the beast he had become a slow smirk spread across his face as his reflection passed him by...sometimes to destroy demons...one had to become one. A slow grumble escaped his lips as the white wolf followed the instructions left for him he eventually came upon an opening...ears swiveled and nostrils flared as he looked around a bit...he could smell his prey...Julius advanced, closing in on the holder of the new scent before spotting a ship planted on the ground...Julius narrowed his eyes a bit and tilted his head. He could see a man propped up on top of it gazing at the skies. Curiously, julius looked up himself only to see the clouds...the wolf made a face of judgement before shrugging.

Deciding to get the show on the road, Julius reached into his jacket and pulled out a blaster...his other hand remained in his pocket as he strolled up to the ship with his eyes narrowed and focused. And as he approached his target Julius noticed his face was covered by his hands...the boy cursed him silently. He needed a clear visual to make sure it was the right guy didn't he? Then again...would his masters be upset if he killed the wrong target? Julius decided to check...walking up to the ship, Julius jumped up on top of it...pistol in hand as he calmly walked across its surface. His boots clanking along the ship as he approached the man...nudging his leg to get his full attention, he waited to see if this was the right target...

Julius wore a simple attire...black jacket with a fur rimmed hood and a bright blue undershirt that matched his eyes and headphones...some military cargo pants and military boots gave him the appearance of a typical boy...though the gun was not very subtle, Julius was never one to beat around the bush.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Vaati Vi Valoria"]

Solan glanced up from where he was laying and looked at a man standing oveer him with a blaster. That was funny, it was like he was going to sho- oh kark. He didn't even speak, his smile still there as his hand came to his blaster at his side and then he looked up at the man once more before the simple words came out. "Any chance we can get out of this with both of us alive?" He waited nothing more than that as he attempted to pull his blaster on Julius and aim it at him but not fire.

Granted, Julius would be able to move much more easily, Solan would be shot dead if this man thought to shoot him anyways if he was already aiming. That would certainly ruin his day if that was the case but hey, he couldn't help it as that was how it would come to be in the end. But if he wasn't already aiming, then this would be a face off of quite an interesting level. He could not wait to see which of them would fare in this game of wits and blasters. Little did he realize Julius had a little more than just the blaster in terms of tools.

 

[The White Wolf]

Chaos theory said things fall apart, chaos theory said everything is random, everything is atrophy and unknown and there is no way you will ever control it or understand it. That it's all just guessing, you can't even count the possibilities you can never know, you can never prepare, you can never do anything about it. crap just happened. It happened ferociously and unstoppably, all physics and beyond the physics, rapidly changing numbers and beyond the numbers...who knows. The Chaos theory would be pondered for thousands of years.

Can you tell a smile from a veil? They were indistinguishable here, they were a permanent fixture of this broken child. As much a fixture as the invisible walls, or beckoning, threatening virus, a bell from a tower, the summons. Year after year, these cracks in his mind would remain until they crumbled, and the veil would remain as well. Only time could erode it.

Bright eyes moistened in a young mans sockets as he stared at man before him...clearly realizing his position and grabbing his weapon while taking aim at Julius's head. And like a confused animal...he merely tilted his head and glanced at the gun... the mans words forcing a soft whine from his throat as he blinked. He sat patiently as if waiting for something to be drawn to him, by fate, by chance, by aggression or any other motive. Hell maybe he did understand chaos theory. Maybe deep inside he knew how things tended to unravel.

Yes...yes Julius did understand. And at that moment Julius leaned forward, pressing his forehead onto the barrel of the gun as he kept eye contact with his prey...lifting his own blaster and putting it onto his targets forehead as well, Julius allowed a deep growl to erupt in his chest as his finger rubbed the trigger before slowly starting to squeeze. This was what his life felt like...every day. A game of russian roulette...only in this game. Every chamber had a bullet...Julius took his other hand out his pocket and grabbed the mans hand...keeping it in place as he silently dared him to pull the trigger...and deep inside himself...wanting him too. Would make this so much more simpler...but chances were the prey would only further complicate the game.

Wolves did as they pleased...that was the luxury that had. But Julius...Julius was a dog. And like any dog...he did as he was told.

[member="Solan Charr"]