#lobo {muse}

[ouroborius]

Lobo. a wolf demon--- Lucifer kept track of almost all the demons... Solitary and rather stubborn about being recruited. Naoki even tried himself-- But even Lobo rejected his offer. As the King of Chaos, it was his job to check on the demons...Even ones that weren't in his army.

"So, what's your decision-- I heard you've grown fond of a certain Samurai. and even gave him your weapon" The Demi-fiend fades into the wolf's domain through this misty, dark, chaotic aura. "...Flynn. I hear he's constantly going through a time loop. Are you going to aid him?" @doomedprotags ( i like to think naoki checks on demons that arent in his army!!!! he's genuinely curious abt lobo's thoughts about flynn. )

@doomedprotags { YOINKS NAOKI WITH LOBO!!! }

Encountering other demons, summoners, and even both was certainly not Lobo's first... and it certainly wouldn't be his last. Especially when he usually dismissed most contracts, summons, and the pull of another demon as unnecessary. Weak. Unfitting for the King of Wolves such as himself. In fact, even when the Wolf King had heeded the call of the King of Chaos, even Lobo himself would find the other... lacking.

Was that rude of him? Most likely. Lobo was not known for his kindness or compassionate hospitality. He was well known for his flames of vengeance. Violence. The unyielding wild that takes him to places where no other creature would venture to unless they were confident in their presence and skills.

Hence why, when the demi-fiend had interestingly enough sought out his domain, the massive wolf's first instinct is to pounce at the intruder. He does not smell like the samurai farm-pup, so of course it took him off guard for someone to be so bold...

...but then, before he could move, he remembered. Ah, yes... this one. He remembers this one, and from the dim of his domain he could recognize the demi-fiend by the simple smell that was very recognizable to the demon.

Shinjuku. Mixed along with a unique scent that wasn't typically common at all.

"You again..."

Before he could begin to dissect what it was he was here- Lobo's ears perked up at the sound of Flynn's name leaving Naoki. An unintentional shift in body language that changed from offensive apprehension... to suddenly comfortable. It irked him how much a name carried so much weight like that, but true to the demon King of Wolves' thoughts, Lobo answered with a huff.

"You... know of him?"

A surprised hint in an otherwise grumble in his tone, Lobo proceeds to follow Naoki. Ears perked in interest, claws well grounded on the floor while standing tall yet curious at the demi-fiend's own questions.

"Are you asking for the sake of curiosity... or, are you asking to reflect in where you have failed?"

His tone is amused, of course. Despite Lobo's size, the old Wolf humored in the thought of how Naoki thought of something like Lobo... could possibly find a bond within someone like Flynn.

"While your hands are unworthy of the flames of vengeance, the young pup had... proven himself to me. In ways that I cannot describe, but I will tell you something that I have learned from this samurai summoner, King of Chaos. While our experiences between you and I have proven to conflict our own paths in our own destinies, the irony is that our encounter had created a pathway of me in finding the boy I found worthy enough."

As if, some how, Lobo's encounter (and refusal in establishing a contract or bond) with Naoki... had changed his course to somehow encountering Flynn. Strange how life works like that, where one small pluck of a web could change the trigectory of one's destination.

"I do not give out humble words of gratitude nor praises... but, it is thanks to you... that I found where I truly belong."

-and that's by Flynn's side as a fierce demon, guardian, and most importantly... the close bond he saw so much within him.

Truly, even the King of Chaos may be able to see how much Lobo, the demon King of Wolves, had been affected by solidifying his purpose with him.

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The samurai approaches Lobo's domain, bearing gifts! A lot of leftovers from his birthday celebration.... Far too much for his team. The samurai was rather popular amongst the people of Tokyo. So he was presented with various meats and vegetables. And even sweets! He wasn't too sure about the sweets... But Lobo was a demon, right? Ah well, he was going to let he demon choose. Flynn honestly didn't want any of the gifted food to go to waste.

"...Lobo? Are you around?" @pieslosergang ( he likes the big dawg... he wants to thank him for helping hunt the other day uwu )

A heavy set of clawed prints would have been enough for the samurai to track the massive wolf demon down to his domain. Not that Lobo had any reason to hide or conceal his presence: he IS a predatory beast, after all. No matter how big or small the threat may be, the King of Wolves was strong as he is unrelenting.

Although his domain he had taken residence in (a relatively large cavern he had claimed, the remnants of a challenging fight had all but worn away when Lobo claimed it as his) was hidden away, the watchful eyes of the King of Wolves would take notice of the approaching pup first.

Yes... he remembers this one. The scent of many humans left on his person had told Lobo all he needed to know about his whereabouts: within Tokyo, before venturing out here by himself.... with food, at that. A sweet (and savory) mix of salted meats, a variety of vegetables, and something else. Was that... sugar?

A faint memory blips into his mind: A gloved hand offering a uniquely scented food item just under his nose. It smelled heavenly... like baked bread, except spread with warm honey and other ingredients that were foreign to him.

The memory made the giant wolf shift from laying comfortably on the leaf-caked cavern floor up onto his clawed paws. Nose sniffing once more, ears perking upward, the demon King of Wolves moves in order to intercept him within a few large brief paces. Just like before, Lobo stands as tall as he does strong as he looks at the pup before him. Arms full with food and an expression Lobo couldn't entirely pinpoint.

He snorts under his breath.

"Young pup braved his way with food fit enough for any demon to see you as a buffet. You cannot tell me that you made your way here solely for myself. I could have easily left."

Yet, despite that, Lobo stayed.

"How reckless... but you are not here for me to tell you that. You're here... for something else."

Was the King of Wolves apprehensive? Curious? Whatever it may be... he smelled and saw no threat from the samurai. Therefore, he stayed and watched him.

@pieslosergang

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An unusual anomaly has appeared on the field- wait... no, that can't be right. There's two of them- and they're approaching at an alarming rate-! No source of Macca nor Demon is safe from the thrill of the hunt!

{The Fire Roars and Steel Sings - VS Flynn and Lobo}

Feat: Flynn @pieslosergang Lobo: @ouroborius

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SPRINTS HEAVILY YET SPEEDILY DOWN THE HALLWAY- MONSTER WOLF ZOOMIES AFOOT!!!

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Thick, vibrant, and hot blue fire burns along the sides of the wolf's mouth. Yellow eyes that were trained on the situation before him would narrow into mere slits. Lips curling ever so slightly, ears pointed upward as his fur bristled along his neck.

It's to no one's surprise that out of all the origin spirits that would let their anger be known, it was certainly the fiery hatred that burned within the very soul of the King of Wolves. Tail stiffened upward, his head craning upward as a King would stare down before something so miniscule. So weak, so vulnerable compared to him.

It was then, a sudden growl could be heard rolling within Lobo's throat. His patience worn thin, the true essence of Man versus Nature running so sharply, so hotly within the crackling fire.

Pure. Unfettered. Beastial Vengeance.

"To expect to forget... and forgive. The nature of human kind that hopes to stand together, hand in hand. To sing your songs of togetherness while rendering all that has been into something to be tamed. Predictable. Leashed by a deep, primal desire to control what was once a fear within the depths of your human soul. You think that sharing your woes of forgiveness and penance will bring you on my good side."

Fire crackled more as, with a scrape of his claw, Lobo's fire crackles brightly. Violently. Terrifyingly so.

"A warm-hearted beast will show the motherly care of one's struggle to find and dull the guilt that you've held onto so much. One who would never know the pain of what was once ripped from them, who would turn a blind eye in order to satiate your needs."

A sudden sharp bark, fangs gleaming in white.

"I am not one of them."

The fire suddenly trails along his sides as, within a burst of a faint blue aura, his weapon materializes along his back. Floating, for just a moment. Awaiting for its wielder to grasp its handle within his jaws.

"Your conquest to soften your sorrows by overlapping my own are but a mere human penny compared to myself. When it comes to YOUR desire. YOUR hope. YOUR pain,"

A sudden snap of his fangs, Lobo prowls forward. Each clawed step would leave an imprint of singed dirt below him as he could only think of one sole soul that briefly flashed within his mind.

Her soft eyes. Beautiful white coat. The song that she would sing with him in the midst of a starry night sky of an ever-expanding field. Her head nudging along his, and his too back along her's.

How it felt to be with her before the very fateful day, where she...

Like a vice, Lobo's anger peaked.

"WHAT ABOUT OUR MY PAIN-?!"

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Enrichment? How does Lobo feel about fetch? Flynn is waving a comically large demon bone. Aaaaand go! He throws it! @pieslosergang

Throw Enrichment Right into the Muse Cage TM

The demon merely watches as the large demon bone had been thrown at a great (and surprising) length. Yellow eyes slowly following as the heavy object trails down the air, then lands with a rather hefty 'THUMP-!'.

A few moments of silence. The demon wolf turns his gaze back over towards Flynn. Head cocked ever so slightly, ears perked and sharp. His expression foretold a pretty telling display of 'what... am I supposed to be a pet here?' look on his face.

A subtle yet deep snort follows Lobo as he raises himself off the ground. Giving one long shake of his white fur. The trail of flame that follows the end tips of his fur begins to glow a little brighter than usual. The flames of vengeance- yet, not fully. He wasn't going to activate his power for something as simple as a 'fetch' command from his summoner.

"You're too easily amused by house pets and tame-able creatures. I do not play fetch. I hunt, kill, and bring back anything you guide me to target."

Although, the more stubborn side of the wolf had felt a twinge of possessiveness over the now lonely demonic bone laying ways away from them.

Turning his head, he then LEAPS-! Claws leaving marks along the ground, the blue flame lightly tailing behind him as he bounds to the left, then promptly snatches the bone up while running past it.

Turning on his paws, the King of Wolves comes back around and runs STRAIGHT for Flynn. Oh... he isn't slowing down. Uh oh, he's coming awfully close- Lobo's RIGHT there-!

Lobo halts himself right at Flynn's feet. The demon staring down at him, a rather unamused look in his eyes as he, now opening his jaw slightly, lets the bone land beside his feet with a heavy 'THUNK-!'

"...You amuse me, pup. Now..."

As if to change his mind in mid-thought, Lobo grabs the bone with his fangs and, lifting his torso up with a sudden turn of his head, CHUCKS the bone at a similar distance. Although Lobo stills himself, the wolf demon looks at Flynn. Yellow eyes shifting into a challenging stare.

"Fetch."

Well, Flynn? It's YOUR turn to fetch!

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☢ = falling over. - @pieslosergang , flynn for lobo. there u can pick him up by the scruff (back of his collar) lobo. he is just a small puppy he cannot change this.

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

Alternatively, send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible! Please specify the muse for multimuses! @pieslosergang {Flynn to Lobo}

A journey that should've only taken Lobo a mere few moments by himself, if it had not been for the samurai's presence. Insisting on accompanying him in tracking a particular scent. Not a normal one, mind him, but one that Lobo had found very familiar. A strike of fae in the midst of the demons and monsters that thrived here.

Yet, when the King of Wolves had started forward, his attention shifts quickly when he sees Flynn trying to keep up with him. Lobo had not allowed Flynn to ride on his back quite yet, so the King of Wolves watched with mild amusement when the samurai had performed a few of those 'human tricks' in order to keep up.

Jumping. Fleet-footed. Agility. Moves that Lobo himself was unable to perform, but ones that required a whole lot of diligence-

and, there it is. That diligent and elegant set of moves that he had just witnessed the samurai perform had suddenly become entangled within an invisible snare of nothing. His claws halting to a steady walk, then stopping right in front of the samurai.

Who had utterly face-planted right into the ground.

"Little pup, you got too cocky. If I were a wild and hungry demon, I would've picked your bones clean."

His tone a low growl, one that resonated with the patience that one would a guardian towards a stumbling fawn. Granted, Lobo knew better than to underestimate his summoner like this, but sometimes... he had to wonder.

No matter. The King of Wolves did what he did best.

Leaning down while the samurai was still collapsed to the ground, assuming still stunned from his sudden fall, Lobo's fangs latched onto the back of his jacket. With incredulous strength, the white wolf easily pulls the samurai up and proceeds forward.

Carrying him like a father would a clumsy pup who had gotten too brave.

Although his fangs still piercing through the back neck of his jacket, Lobo was interestingly gentle. Thank god the wolf is massive, there were certainly perks to being the size of the tallest Shire horse.

Maybe some day... Lobo will let this fool run with him as a rider. Until then, he's hurrying off with Flynn, the samurai having no choice but to abide until the King of Wolves would find a safer spot to plop him down at: A nice soft brush of leaves and moss.

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"Ah I was wondering when I'd have a chance to introduce you. Vergil this is Lobo, he's a guest staying with me for the time being." Tania oh so casually gestured the great wolf how had claimed her backyard as his domain.

"And Lobo this is Virgil, he's a dear friend of mine and one I trust with my life." She explained to the beast before giving him an affectionate headpat and setting down the deliciously baked chicken she had prepared for him.

The cooked chicken that had once soothed and satiated the demon wolf had long since been ignored in an instant his nostrils flared. Eyes narrowing, ears perking ever so slightly at the sight of a devil before him. Oh yes... THIS was what the fae had been worried about, and as much as it was attempted to promise not to go at each other with malice, Lobo certainly couldn't reduce his instincts in the moment a threat had entered the ring.

More-or-less a son of sparda. The blood of a long gone dark knight, a notable and rumored fallen half-breed that had given into the temptation of greed and insatiable thirst for power.

A lowly growl, fangs showed and bared at the blue devil as Lobo's fur spiked only briefly. A common intimidation display from an apex predator.

Ah. So this was what Nero had mentioned when he said that Tania had adopted a new pet. Except, this was definitely bigger than a pet- but the good part is that despite the intimidation display, Vergil held no qualm nor interest in the wolf demon. In fact, if he had to recall the last massive dog-like demon he had an encounter with, he had learned that giving less attention to the beast would force it into a neutral state. Confidence meant everything when it came to a pack of demons, for the most part.

"I see. Meeting you here is certainly an experience I wasn't expecting."

His attention falls from the King of Wolves to Tania. A brow arching as he made himself comfortable in one of Tania's chairs. The door obviously left open for Lobo to be able to observe, although the wolf definitely had chosen to stay put and snort heavily to show his frustration in such a new acquaintance. Choosing to guard his food more than remain in attack mode, so at least there was that.

"You make some interesting friends here while i'm away. Should I be coming back here more often?"

His tone sounds flat, but his gaze that flickers towards Tania would show that he genuinely cares about her well-being. She certainly is handling this by herself, he doesn't see the need to interfere with her bond with Lobo, but he intends on understanding it a little better in favor of her.

At least if Lobo needed a 'walk', Vergil was always available to take that matter into his own hands. Walk, as in collide blades until the King of Wolves was worn out.