Lonely Kitty (Open!)

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Wenzel had only been there a couple of days, had been avoiding everyone, not wanting to be bothered. He needed a bit of fresh air and so far his favored spot for that he'd found the Japanese Garden. Rather deep into the garden he found a rather creepy old looking water fountain with a large tree looming over it. He'd searched this spot out, finding that it had very little to none of visitors, as some parts of the garden were littered with the nasty scents of others. At least they were mutants which gave off a better scent than humans did.

In just knee length red stripe down the side basketball shorts and a grey tank top. Wenzel climbed the looming large tree, even though he hated the facts he was animal like with his mutant powers, he still enjoyed simply sprawling out and relaxing. Crawling onto the branch that was mainly over the fountain, he stretched out belly down. Interlocking his fingers together to rest his cheek on, feet crossed at the ankles, both knees and elbows draped on eachside of the branch.

It didn't take long for him to drift off to sleep in the peaceful scenery. For his dreams though they were not so peaceful, recently his young life haunted his dreams. Making them nighmares, reliving the years in jail, beating the living crap about his half brother, then constantly the attack of the Lynx. Constantly the creature seemed to haunt every dreams, stalking him.

Panting heavily Wenzel dug his way out of only a couple feet of dirt that kept piling ontop. A rage had built up within him that he climbed out of the six foot deep hole and pounced on the grave diggers. Killing them, slashing open their throats with his claws, even one he clamped his fangs into the man's neck. Wenzel had dropped him all the years ago, but the Lynx spoke to him this time in his dream, words of cat telling him to kill the man. "You know you want to, its in your blood. It's the instinct of every animal. It's what you really are, Luchs that's what you are. They are your prey, Finish him." It hisssed in Wenzel's ears, with a sickening greeding feeling. He listened and crushed the man's' throat, feeling the life of him drain from his body....Rich gold cat eyes then filled his mind....

" NOOOO!....AWWWH!!" Wenzel woke in a scream that sounds like pain. Jerking awake he flipped over off the branch and nearly crashed onto the foutain. But grasping the branch wit his claws, digging in about four inches he caught himself clinging upside down. Panting heavily trying to get what had happened in his dream.

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Daken had left his own suite early that morning, deciding to wear something much different today than he usually did. He was now in a kind of attire that he had not worn yet, and whether he chose the new style just to be new and exciting, or if there was purpose to it, was anyone's guess. He wore form fitting jeans and a t-shirt, as well as a leather trench coat, every item of which was black in color. The outfit hid every part of his body other than his hands and everything above his neck, but it covered his tattoo, which would be important for his upcoming quest.

Daken had been around the area for the past several days, usually watching from a few miles away, just staring at the large mansion on the hill, identifying the scent of everyone that went in and out to identify each individual scent. It was what he had done in order to eventually figure out which of the men was the one he had been looking for, and now he was doing the same thing for the exact opposite reason. Keeping his own scent concealed, he would watch from afar and wait until both his father and sister had left the property of the famed Institute before he approached, coming up far from where the main entrance was located.

He had kept his distance up until this point, not taking any risks, but enough time had passed since the initial meeting of his family a few days ago. In addition, just yesterday he had pretended to be the Wolverine while on a murderous rampage downtown, which is just what would make this go even more perfectly. It was time to act now, time to set the next step of his plan into motion. Reaching into the pockets of his jacket, he ensured he had the materials that would soon be needed, then started off. As he walked to the side of the massive property far from the main entrance, he would climb over the large wall, then hike up the steep, tree covered area before the luxurious building came into view.

His scent was still masked, preventing him from being noticed by anyone with senses like himself, and as he proceeded to sneak closer as quietly as he could, he heard a guy scream and fall. His brow arched, but he figured it would be a perfect opportunity. He sniffed the air to make sure nobody else was near the guy at the moment, then made his move. He sprinted forward, then leaped forth with as much strength as he could muster, aiming to deliver a powerful kick to the face of the male who was hanging upside down and obviously quite busy with getting over whatever was troubling him. After the air born kick, Daken would land on the grass and stare the the unsuspecting man whom he had just attacked. With just as little warning as there was before the kick, his voice would yell out with unmatched anger and rage, as if he had just seen that particular individual murder his entire family.

"Where the fuck is he!? Tell me where that god damned Wolverine is! My wife was in that building! You hear me, you mutant bastard?! MY WIFE!!!"

Daken screamed at him, his veins bulging, his body trembling with rage, his eyes wide open with narrow pupils. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were pure white and the rest of his hands were dark red from the built up blood from his rising blood pressure. His chest rose and fell quickly with his heavy, erratic breathing, and despite the endless rage that he was displaying, tears were pouring down his face. There was no explanation for the random attack, but enough was clear to prove to anyone that something had happened to this mans wife, apparently at the hands of Wolverine.

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Now on most occasions if a person show'd up in a nice kind manner after hearing such a yell from the man and they were there to see if he was alright. Wenzel would react kindly and say nothing was wrong and get off the tree like he had just gotten his fill of climbing it. But as of this instance he was actually in the middle of pulling himself fully up onto the branch once again, when nearly getting clocked in the head the attack collided with his shoulder. Hard enough to pop his shoulder out of place as he was lodged away from the tree, landing with rolling into the edges of the bush.

It was common for Wenzel to just get up and be irritated and ask what the hell was that for. But as he stood he heard only bits and parts of the man's rambling as his rage built within him to soon after the blood thirsty dream of the Lynx the fierce wild animal rage was still just under the skin. Wenzel let out a nasty roar of that of a predator cat enraged from the denial of his kill in a hunt, "I Don't give a shit of Wolverine!!!" He yelled with rage bounding after Daken claws fully out as his actions mimicked that of a lion making the final bound to attack a gazel.

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Daken was keeping up the act flawlessly as he waited for a response from the man he had attacked. Tears, heavy breathing, mourning and anger, he had it all. He was expecting the man to ask what the hell he was talking about so that he could make up an elaborate story with photographic evidence and use the boys guilt to take advantage of him. Instead, it took a completely opposite turn from what was originally expected. The kid screamed that he did not care about the most well known member of the entire X-Men and lunged at him with intent to kill. Despite the attack, Daken would stand completely still and take the full brunt of the attack, getting claws stuck in his chest as he was taken down to the ground with a hard force.

As he hit the ground, he grabbed the boys shirt, coughing up blood, at first appearing to be a dying man. Though the enraged male would soon see Daken smirking sadistically, laying there without struggling, showing no signs of pain. Granted, he was feeling the pain, but it was not any worse than the fire, bullet wounds, and having his family jewels crushed the day before. Coughing again from the pain and injury that surged through his chest, he laid still and made no attempts to struggle or get away. Strangely, he instead decided to make conversation.

"Anyone else would have felt guilty, but you... You rejected your own brethren and aimed to murder someone who was in pain from a loss. I like that."

Daken said, letting the kid know that he was just pretending about the incident and was apparently much more violent and evil than he was originally letting on. Raising his right hand between them as much as he could, he would hold his hand open as if to offer a hand shake. He wanted this kid to know that he was on good terms with him, despite having attacked him in attempts to play him for some unexplained reason. Yes, Daken was insane enough to somehow make this work out. He would then say his name with a smile across his face, even strange due to his wounds, but they would heal as soon as the claws were removed.

"Daken. A pleasure to meet you."