Azhlin

Husky hybrid pup wandered into the area, careful to keep downwind of the Ranch house. Quietly, he rolled in a patch of mud, which would make him both harder to see and harder to smell. He did not wish to run into anyone but Whisper. Whisper would help him. She had promised she would help him. She MUST help him. Laying quietly and keeping nose and ears alert, he waited for the femme.

Whisper

The steel fae padded slowly in, her nares twitching constantly for the scent of the unwanted human pets, and the pup she had promised to help. She didn't understand why she was helping, but she was. So slowly she emerged from the bursh, her bod kept low to the earth as she came up beside the pup. Her own moonwashed orbs however were focused on the chicken coop of the barn. This was a place you could kill many, and if any danger arose, she could fight outside of the pen, while Azhlin killed to the voices were content for the time.

Her dial motioned for the coop, bod lifting up from hiding as she padded towards the copp. A sly smile fell on her features as she eyed the small birds which clucked and ran about in the coop. Without hesitation her jaws ripped at the wire, knowing how to break it from previous visits. Then she moved aside, offering the first kill to the pup.

Azhlin

Following the steely fairy to the coop, he slipped inside through the hole she had made, looking around for something, anything to slaughter.

*Chickens*

The birds scramled around the caged area once the wolf ripped open the wire. They had been attacked before, and knew the damage the wolves would do. So out of fear they all ran about, trying to keep away from the small pup as well.

Azhlin

Azhlin took a half second to observe the chickens, trying to find out what kind of weapons they possessed. He had a slight advantage over most pups his age: he had been in two pack wars, and had learned much. Seeing that the main threat was from their claws, he lunged for the vitals of a chicken that had managed to scoot into a corner by itself, swinging the larger part of his body out of reach of those vicious talons, vitals tucked under.

*Chicken*

The chicken fell without much of a fight.

The others continued to run around, clucking out loudly to try and call maybe one of the dogs or even the humans.

Whisper

The fae stood outside of the pen, her own attention put mostly on the put. She was interested in what he did. In fact she was already surprised by the skill he possesed. Chickens were not hard prey, but most puts still struggled on their kills. With a sly smile her dial turned, silver spheres glancing about, just waiting for the chickens sounds to call a foolish dog into the scene.

Azhlin

The pup felt blood run over his jaws and resisted the urge to howl in triumph. That would only bring the dogs and humans. Instead he let a bloody grin fall on his features and leapt for the next chicken, still keeping eyes on the claws, going once again for a quick kill.

*chickens*

The chickens continued to run around thecoop, clucking continously to try and call the humans. The chicken the pup had gone for fell, his scrawny neck broken easily.

Azhlin

Husky hybrid grinned again, and flashed after a few more, snapping and slashing to bring down anything he could. The blood lust was crashing through him, and he did not want to stop. Because for just a moment, the voices in his head were completely silent, and he could hear other things. Lunging about and snapping at any chicken part that reached his jaws, he continued his slaughter.

*chickens*

2 more chickens feel in the jaws of the pup, while the others scrambled to keep away. One that the pup had gone after has managed to excape by scataching the pup on the mug with it's claws. However this damage was minimal.

Whisper

The steel demoness just watched, a snicker escaping her jaws. The bloodlust this young one showed was incredible for his age. Even more then her own when she was young. It purpised her, but more filled her with some sense of pride that she should witness this event.

"One by one let them fall. With each puddle of blood comes a chance for silence" Her words were spoken slowly, uttered loud enough for the prince to hear.

Azhlin

Hybrid winced only a little as the claws ran over his mug, but did not give his foe the satisfaction of hearing a single whimper escape his trap. The blood lust still rode him, and he flashed forward to hopefully slash the neck of the offending poultry before flying about to slash at a few more. He barely heard the huntress' comment, though its meaning registered in his mind as the bloody slaughter continued.

*Chickens*

The birds continued to cry out, still running around, just waiting for a savior. During the commotion 3 more chickens fell, there bodys faling in a bloody heap.

Azhlin

Hybrid pup stopped for a moment to treasure his blissfully silent mind. No voices, no haunting spirits. Forgetting the chickens for the moment, he turned to Whisper, his young voice filled with wonder. Silence... it's... it's wonderful. I hear nothing. Always, all my life I have heard something. I am the Voice, Azhlin. I always hear the voices. And now I can't hear them. He grinned maliciously, bloody fangs flashing in the light. Silence...

Whisper

An evil grin spread over the features of the demoness, a light chuckle escaping. "My boy, you now have some closure for these voices. But yours will most likely return after a time without killing. You have found how to silence them. Now you must train them."

Her words may not have made sence at the moment, but they were true.

Azhlin

He turned blue orbs to her, a fierce blue fire igniting in their depths. Train the voices... to obey my command. To end when I command them into silence. And... He paused, a slight bit of wisdom coming to the surface. And to return when I beckon to them, when I require them. I will be the master of my voices. And he grinned again, turning and grabbing two chicken carcasses, the most he could hold. Dropping them at his feet, he spoke again. You have taught me much. I have much to repay you for. Name your price. Anything up to my life I will give.

Whisper

Whisper's sly grin stayed plastered on her features as the young pup spoke. His feeling actually had a small effect on her emotionless life. Her nares twitches at the smell of chicken blood as he continued to speak to himself, however she was quick to return to reality when he beckoned to her. A price? Hmmm an interesting thought.

She had no reason to take the pups life. Nor had she really any thought of what to do. So for the longest time her mug was shut, silence continuing as she thought. "Perhaps..." A sly grin fell over her features. She had a plan. "I wish you to assist me in a slaughtering. Go to the lake and wash up, and roll yourself within the mud to cover any scent of blood that may linger on you. Then return to the ranch. There I want you to lower the guard of any humans or ranch pets that may find you. Only once I attack may you lose the goody goody attitude and assist in the killing"

Her plan had been spoken in a whisper, sure to keep any ranch pets out of the loop. It had been awhile since she had hunted the humans, and now with a bit of bate to lower their guard it would be easier to get a good attack in.

Azhlin

Azhlin nodded silently, a confirmation of everthing she had said before heading to the lake and washing, rolling in mud as she had said. Then, the angelic pup, he turned toward the Ranch.