Moshe Blackwood's Story

Sage:

Finishing up a glass of wine he looked at the clock, his parents were away on business, so he was in charge. He didn't feel like causing any problems today, there was no reason to. His mind was elsewhere. He sat on his leather couch in his room and thought about the last ball he went to. Such a beautiful woman he had danced with, and bonded with. Turned out she was the enemy. He grumbled and went to go pour him another glass until he heard a knock on the door. "Yes?" He asked, his mother came in with a smile, "Ma... your supposed to be gone already!" She gave a sheepish smile, "I'm going, just please make sure Moshe doesn't do anything tonight... promise Pudi?" Sage gave a nod and rolled his eyes, "Ma, I'm 275 years old... how much longer are you going to call me by that name?" She gave a playful wink and shut the door. He went back to his drinks as his mind drifted once more to the dancing. "Guess I should start getting ready." He muttered, walking to the door he yelled out of his room, "Mosh! Get yer ass ready for the ball!" Shutting the door he looked through all his clothing. He had to make sure he looked good tonight.Pulling some things out of his closet he threw them on the bed, stripping out of his previous clothing. He looked at his tattoos in the mirror and shook his head. Time to make sure the past does not come back. He though as he threw on his clothes. He gave the wine a quick glance, and shook his head. He was going to dance sober, he needed to make sure he stayed alert. Thirty minutes later he was ready for the ball, he walked out of his room and yelled again, "Mosh! Come on!" There was no response. Irritated Sage stormed up to his brothers room, throwing open the door he saw that it was empty. Really! Of all nights! He mentally yelled at his brother, as he stormed out of the house, making sure to slam the door. He shifted into his kitsune form, bones stretching and shrinking and breaking to fit his fox form. He winced as all four tails grew out at once. Once fully shifted, he sniffed out for his brother, making sure to follow the scent of disease and discord.

Moshe:

He laughed as he strolled into the bar. Tonight he was going to have fun, his parents were out of town, and he knew that Sage wouldn't care. Immediately he saw a man smoking, making a beeline to him, he avoided all the girls staring at him. He knew he was attractive, but he wasn't interested in fooling around with girls... his true love was Sin and Disease. He took a seat next to the smoker and placed his hand on the man's shoulder. "Nice night we have here." He said making some conversation as the seeds of lung cancer slowly traveled all over the man, implanting themselves in the mans lung. The guy looked at him and put out his cigarette. "Best get yer hand offa me ya queer." The smoker warned. Moshe laughed and removed his hands, throwing them up in Mock Surrender. "Yes Sir." He didn't mind the guy calling him a queer... the man was going to die of cancer. He sighed and reached over the bar grabbing his favorite drink. Fireball Whiskey. The barista looked at him and he blew her a kiss. She blushed and gave a friendly wave and motioned for the back room. He nodded, having something in mind for her. Slowly walking away from the bar he made his way to the backroom whiskey bottle still in hand. Lets see...Blue Waffle? Nooo... Herpes? Noo... HIV? He smiled finally coming to the disease he was going to give her. "Well hey there sexy." She purred wrapping her arms around him. He turned around and put his arms around her slender waist. "Kiss me like it was your last day." He purred in her ear. He could hear her heartbeat speeding up as she gave him one look and then pressed her lips against his. He dropped the whiskey bottle and adjusted his hands to where one was holding her head close to his. He forced his tongue to go down her throat, spreading the HIV disease all over her body. She tried pushing away from him, finally realizing he wasn't natural. Bringing his tongue back to normal he pulled away from her and adjusted his leather jacket. She stared at him in horror. "I was born with a long tongue." He says before walking out a smile on his face. The smile quickly turned into a frown as he saw his brothers fox form. He walked outside the bar his brother closely following him.
He could tell Sage was mad, but he didn't see why. "What is your Malfunction Drew?" He hissed as soon as he knew his brother was back in his human form. "The Royal Ball Mosh... you completely forgot about it." Moshe did a mental facepalm and groaned, "That's tonight! Damn..." Sage threw him a mask and grinned, "Looks like your going in there dressed as a rockstar." He smiled back and nodded, "It fits your personality.. careless and reckless." Sage finished. Moshe sulked and got on his bike. "Get on... i'm not walking there." Sage gave a nod and sat on the back of the bike. Moshe didn't even want to attend, but he was going just because he could cause a lot of trouble.