Thread: predatory ● instincts

"Ah, a face of youth that has eyes of wisdom and hair of purity yet that of a face of a tainted soul." Wind's words were almost song-like as he literally appeared from nowhere. Wings flapping, cutting through the thin air that had a bit of a misty fog to it, his feet finally graced the ground. Stepping lightly, he swept to his sister's side, taking her round face into his own. Hands holding her jaw, he tilted her head some and placed a kiss on her forehead. Releasing his brotherly grip, his yellow eyes flicked toward the lioness that watched over his sister. With a light bow of the head, he took a good step back and rested his hands on the female's shoulders.

"Enyo," he cooed to her lightly, "I worry about you when you're not at my side." Although most would think it creepy and probably some sick, twisted sibling love infatuation, it was actually far from it. Having died once and seeing the damage it did to Sekhmet, Wind never wanted to part from his sister's side again. Her tear-stained face and those hollow eyes - the eyes of a woman who had given up - still taunted him day in and day out. If there was one thing in this world he fought for, it was her. Yes, he was an engaged man, but he knew his beloved Eris could fare well on her own; she didn't need him like Sekhmet did.

His softer side was always out when he was around her. Wind was always the baby brother in her eyes, always so jovial and sincere, nothing the others of Judgement Day would expect. Even Eris rarely saw this kinder side. In a sense, he liked to keep it hidden from all, as most would see him as a weak leader if he were to show his true-self.

Stroking her pure white hair, Wind allowed a little side smirk to form on his face. "You know I called you here because the agency has sent troops to march on toward Washington, the old capitol." Eyes flicking toward the sky, he frowned. "What is the forecast for this week? Are you sensing a… devastating storm with ungodly, whipping winds?" Eyes slowing changing to be a deep yellow and then fading to a paler shade, he watched as the sky twisted and turned above him. Having the power of wind on his side, he was able to manipulate the weather to his liking.

A crack of lightning sent some of the ghosts in the area retreating away. Wicked grin now plastered over his features, his deep, menacing laugh filled the air.

"Make haste my thunderous storm clouds. Slow their journey so that we can await their arrival D.C." His usual yellow eyes came back and flicked toward Sekhmet. "If you please," he said holding out his bleeding left palm that had talon-like cuts in it. Summoning storms wasn't easy and gave Wind some ghastly changes. His white wings were nothing when his other birdlike features kicked in. Feathers replaced the hair on his flesh and his hands became claws like that a hawk. Even his hair takes on a feathery appearance when he's using his godly powers.

Sekhmet, being a healer, was necessary to have on standby. Although he didn't want to admit it, he could deplete strength and power, killing himself. Eris was unaware of this pricey setback and Wind intended to keep it this way. No one needed to know that the powers that gave Wind his strength and godly might were also the powers that would bring about his utter demise.

"Well, how bad is it," he asked as his eyes scanned the horizon. "Can you reverse the effects or negate them so that Eris doesn't see them?" It was of the utmost importance. Like stated, no one could know. Not even the spirits that roamed this area (which just so happened to leave due to Wind's storm creation).

His shoulders rolled back as his sister gave him a mini lecture. When she informed him of his overuse of powers, he rolled his eyes. He was supposed to be a god. Demi-god. It wasn't fair that he got shafted powers and strength because those that gave him his powers weren't sure of his alliance. Did it really matter, he often thought. No, of course not. Gods, for the most part, didn't kill gods. Besides, Wind didn't care about the other godly positions. He just wanted to be Wind.

"Sucks that I haven't reached the true god status. One day, I will." Planting a light family peck on her cheek, he stepped toward the white lioness. "Thank you, Sekhmet, for always watching over my sister while I am away." His hands reached for her head and scratched just behind the large cat's head. Nose rubbing up against hers, he chuckled. "Why didn't I get a kitty?" he said looking to his sister. "I mean, birds are cool and all, but" his hand continued to pet the lioness. He never finished his sentence for he didn't want to insult the bird within him or the lion beside him.

"Eh, oh well." Feeling the feathers on his neck melt back into flesh, he let out a delightful shrill. Despite being a grown man, Wind still carried his youthful innocence with him. Perhaps his death prevented his mind from fully maturing - but since when do men ever really mature? Still, his youthful antics and childish comments needed to kept at a minimum or else the organization would demand a new leader. Well, maybe they wouldn't. It could really go either way.

Just as soon as his bird-like feathers vanished, he thought her heard a familiar pair of footsteps approach from the fog. When his eyes were finally able to see through the fog, he washed away his playful side. It was time to get serious again. His fiance was approaching.

As she walked through the barrier that seemed to shroud her, he took a few steps toward her. "Thanks," he muttered, taking his objects into his own hands. Against his better judgement, his lips pressed against the side of own pair of pale, pink ones. When he realized his gesture, he immediately cleared his throat and stepped away. A light blush could be made out on his features.

"Shall we march to D.C.?" he said with a flat, dry voice. "With the storm heading their way - the storm I conjured up - it should slow their trip down. They should arrive seven days from now. We can get their in… over thirteen days. But, being blessed with beasts, we can take some of the cheetahs and make it there in about four."

Cocking his head toward the side, he nodded toward three beautiful feline ghosts, each of which had the shape of a cheetah but the speed of a demon. They wouldn't fatigue like a mortal cat, rather they could run for days straight at their top speed. The three could probably get there in less time, but Wind wanted to swing north some and make a barricade of sorts. "We'll hook north lay some traps near Cleveland. Odds are, the agents will take the lake route as it seems to have lesser ghost sightings. From there, we can turn down and set up camp in Washington. We'll be waiting for them and they will be none the wiser."

The women could, obviously, make suggestions, but Wind rarely listened to them. He often had things planned out far more than he led on. Walking toward a cheetah (the girls would probably ride their own cats), he hopped on it. Grin on his face, he smirked. "Iowa to Ohio, if you please."

It had taken a bit of time to get used to the spirits that always roamed the lands, but at this point Eris merely only looked at them with the same passing interest with which they looked upon her. It was a deal that they had struck, Judgement Day and the spirits. The spirits were smart, they knew that by enlisting and rewarding a chosen few with as much hate as they had that they would be able to easier own this planet. But those and thoughts were far from Eris's mind, as she had made her choice long ago.

Seeing the two through the smog, Eris sped up her pace to meet with Wind and Sekhmet. "You're welcome" she smiled as Wind took the bag from her and his lips fell against hers momentarily. It took her by surprise, but she didn't allow her surprise to register in her body language. Wind never showed affection in the presence of others. Initially that had caused them many many troubles, as Eris hadn't believed in his affections, but as the time passed he'd proven to her in private moments that he'd meant what he said and Eris had realized that a leader of judgment day had needed to be viewed as serious, and as having no weaknesses, and so Eris accepted his seriousness and held her desires locked away.

Iris, the massive white tiger spirit, plodded next to her as she approached the two of them. Catching Sekhmet's nod, Eris returned it as well. Sekhmet and Eris's relationship was complicated, as was everything else in Judgement Day, but it was a good thing. Sekhmet and Eris didn't talk much, but it was understood that they were the strongest of allies. They didn't need to talk much, as their dedication to Wind was enough to bond them together. Hearing her fiance's plan, Eris nodded in agreement. "That seems like a sound plan to me Wind. Let's go then I suppose." She said, mounting Iris as the tiger trotted up next to Sekhmet and the cheetah Wind was to ride.

Mounting the cheetah, he looked at the two woman that were before him. Both of these ladies were strong beyond belief, enduring all the hardships of life without ever asking for revenge. Now here they are, working alongside a man hellbent on ruining one person's life. It was noble of them both and very selfless. To Wind, both these ladies deserved to go down in history - as heroes rather than villains. Both had scarified everything to where they are today, losing parts of them that can never be given back.

He felt a bit of a burning sensation in his chest. It killed him every time he was beside Eris. As much as he wanted her, he just couldn't give into his body's desires and cravings. He refused to hurt the woman and if that meant staying a virgin for the rest of his life, he would.

When their eyes meet again, he felt them wet up some. Oh how he wanted to console her and tell her that everything would be okay. But he didn't want to hurt her or harm her for he knew that the touch of a man could easily frighten her. He had watched Sekhmet jump far too many times and he had seen the damage the rape had done to her body.

As he slid forward onto his chest to ride the feline, he let his feet give the ghostly creature a light kick in the ribs. In seconds, the spotted creature was off. The abrasive wind cut his flesh, but didn't seem to leave any marks for the wind knew better than to injure his own being. Still, the speed in which the cheetah was running was far too much for the tiger and the lioness to match.

Coaxing the cat to a slower yet still hastened pace, he allowed the ladies to catch back up to him. There was a reason he summoned cheetahs, but, as always, the girls never showed loyalty to another creature.

As their thunderous paws tore up the earth with each step closer to their sabotage destination, Wind found himself smiling with a sense of pride. The storm would be hitting those fools within the next four hours. They were already facing their first ghosts, all of which were reporting their findings to Wind, Sekhmet and Eris.

"It appears that they are having some issues. Perhaps they will be easier to kill than expected. Already taking to their own groups of three, we shall make a statement with their bones and blood in no time." Granted, killing them all so soon would thwart his long-term revenge. So, to his disliking, he would have to let the kiddies live if he wanted to obtain the true dream.

"Loves, would you mind sending some of your feline friends to randevú with agents in… say the Philadelphia area? Maybe one per team. We'll see how they can handle your wild cats. It'll also buy us some time to destroy the Mech one of my eagles found in the DC area. We should probably wipe them out before the agents see them."

With the felines heading out, Wind could now focus on doing some damage on the route the agents would take. The movement of the agents was so predictable. Rarely did they take a path that Wind hadn't already destroyed. It probably helped that his birds were everywhere. Why, even NYC wasn't safe because his little ghostly, feathered friends eavesdropped on all situations. They also hid in the trees that lined the agent's movements and they would continue to follow them as instructed.

For a brief moment, he stopped and let his eyes transform. Needing to see what the birds saw, he watched as a large squid-like creature unleashed hell on one of the teams. With a large grin on his face, he cackled. "Seems like some of the teams are meeting some worthy foes."

Trying hard to remember who he left in command of the water, he turned toward his sister. She was the one that really knew everything. It was her own private job. The petite white hair woman was to remember everyone and everything that Wind did. Well, maybe not everything, but the majority of the Judgement Day interactions were left for her to record and remember.

"Enyo, who commands the beasts of the sea?" His question was probably odd, since neither of the women could see what he saw. They would, however, note that his eyes were different from usual, which allowed him the ability to see through the eyes of the birds he controlled.

In all honestly, though, Wind forgot, more often than not, who his generals and commanders were. The watchdog of the sea was none other than Zak. He was a soldier prior to his unexpected death caused by… friendly fire. Being a navy guy, Wind thought it was logical to put the man who spent years in the water in charge of the water. Besides, Zak had taken a liking to a shark.

The ruler of the sky was obviously, Wind. The land was divided into several groups. Sekhmet was of the Savannah or prairie lands. Eris was of the jungle. A pair of twins, Fawn (deer partner) and Baehr (a grizzly bear teammate), ruled the forest. Rammy's domain was the mountains (his sidekick is a ram). The desert was guarded by a nasty brute by the name of Bones (teamed up with a lizard) who, in his previous life, was married to the lovely Qengaruk (arctic lemming) of the frozen tundra and lands.

Wind was in the process of setting up two more ranks one of male with a wolf and another for a female with a horse. Although he had forgotten it, he had also appointed Zudia (linked with a walrus) to assist Zak of the sea.

While Sekhmet was busy trying to pilfer through all the generals in her mind, Wind turned his attention to a nearby wolf that had crept in. With a smirk on his face, he nodded in silence. The agreement, whatever it may be, was done and the wolf went on its way.

"We need to find an amphibian army leader. Do we know anyone loyal to me that would like to gain a spot at the triangle table meetings?" In his head, he counted thirteen seats at that table - one of them being open. "We should look for a frog or toad." The pale male paused for a moment. "Hmmm, we should probably find a snake and an insect wielder, too."

The reason behind needing the generals was simple. Wind could only command so many. He needed others to mobilize troops and storm areas. For example, Qengaruk was doing a lovely job up north with her rallying of soldiers. Although just a rodent, she had won the respect of the people by saying that she was related to a great grizzly who ruled the forest. Zak, being partnered with a shark, was able to control nearly all of the sea. The only ones he had an issue with were large whale spirits or those damn SQUIDFACE who have a mind of their own.

Pacing back and forth, he finally moved the group onward again toward their location. As they rain, he noticed that the population of ghosts started to dwindle. The resistance was getting closer. Parts of Michigan were heavily protected, especially since the president's daughter lived in that region.

"We need to use caution in his area," he heeded while slowing the group down again. "We don't need to be caught off guard and lose our strength. We've got a bigger target than these rebels."