name: Plague.
pronounced: [plague].
meaning: A blight, disease, spreading illness.
gender: Male.
species: Anthro and quad wolf.
career: Horseman.
meaning:A Horseman is a supernatural being that spreads specific issues throughout the mortal plane. His mentor is Pestilence, the true Horseman, as when Plague 'graduates' he will step up to claim his teacher's seat in the Counsel and become Pestilence himself.
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name: Whimsical.
pronounced: [whim-si-cawl].
meaning: An amusement, carnival attraction, entertainment.
gender: Female.
species: Anthro and quad wolf.
career: Sibyl.
meaning: A Sibyl is a woman who can see into the future and foreshadow both great, and horrible events. Whim, in particular, is a priestess in Apollo's temple, the Greek sun god. She must remain always a virgin as is stated by the Apollo's temple rules. and is completely devoted to Roman beliefs.
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"Listen to me, Pestilence."
The demon sat forward in his throne and glared at the spitfire that opposed him. The youngest member of the Horsemen peered up at his mentor, and his dark eyes flashed. The much older supernatural being leaned back in his chair with a long plume of smoke drifting out of his halfway parted mouth. His predatory teeth flashed. "Plague, I don't need your sass. Spit it out, whatever you feel you must say."
Squaring his shoulders, the boy frowned. "I want to do to the mortal plane, Pestilence. Just for a while, to... to get a feeling for the humans I will one day hunt with my disease." He tried to calm his quailing voice and focused his attention on remaining strong; he reminded himself the brilliant colors that existed up there and the presence of real, actual heat.
Shifting his robe across his chest, Pestilence curved his hood up around his shadowed face. He brooded for a moment, silent, before his flash of a grin betrayed his wicked amusement.
Leaning forward in his chair and extending his bony hand for Plague, the other slowly leaned forward and took it. The ancient figure of Pestilence smirked beneath the shadow of his hood.
"So mote it be."
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When he awoke, it was the call of songbirds.
At first, the sounds disoriented him. Plague climbed to his feet and looked around, blinded by the abrupt brightness of the world. In fact, for a full minute he merely stood there and tried to coax his eyes into adjusting for the extra light intake and eventually gave up. It would take him hours to get used to this.
Instead, when he buried his hands against his eyes, he found he was holding a pair of what appeared to be sunglasses. He had only seen these a few times in the underworld, stolen from victims foolish enough to be killed with a pair on. Slipping them onto the bridge of his nose, Plague grinned and lifted his chin in an arrogant brand of pride. The first of his class to see the mortal realm without a mentor present.
