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Post by blizzard on Apr 21, 2006 18:22:11 GMT -5
Pads stroked the loam softly and quietly as the wolven fem entered Acamar. Her gait was slow, seemingly loose and relaxed, but she was on her guard.. She did not trust this powerful wolven brute. However, in rank he was her superior, captor, ruler. The cursed mutt. Laughter started up inside her own brain again, cold and highpitched, ringing inside her. It was arrogent and teasing, a jear. Let yourself become the mouse, have you Blizzard? Or as you are now known as, Chickie? Ha! You worthless light! At first the cackle and voice seemed to be her own, until the ending. Light?!? Her, light? Ha! As if!
Plumage swung with her gait, dusting over the emerald-mottled loam. The cruel wind rustled her pelt, flattening her stormy porcelean fur. Claws were unsheathed as she forced herself not to scream out a rude insalt to the hellion that was now her master.. How had she let this happen? She answered herself quickly. She had become the mouse.
Blizzard noticed that in some places the jades were singed, probably the doing of that wretched Jenga. That would-be dark mutt! He obviously didn't know how to take care of these lands, not that she new much either. But, mysteriously, she noticed, that in some places the emeralds were lush and bright green. Perhaps Jenga's mate could control water? If she did, Blizzard would feel extremely exposed, weakest of all... Weak?!?!
Movement of his pillars ceased, and no longer did she trod over the emeralds. She halted, amber pools sweeping over the terra. Then trap opened and tongue swiped around her jaw before words were emmited. So, Jenga, I have come. Her speech was short, not because she lacked stinging comments, but because she could not keep her words polite any longer.. A grin lifted the corners of her mug.
OOC: Really bad.. LOL
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Post by Jenga on Apr 22, 2006 13:16:33 GMT -5
If your heart settles on me, I'm not stupid, I can see you plainly. Shut your trap, so we can continue. Silence swept over the terrace, the harsh wind yanking at the chassis of the masculine, yet, it was no matter. Though, for the femm's own safety, it would suit her best to take his advice, and venture to the caverns without serious interruptions. - by the end of this journey, you will have met, dear, sweet: Tala. Banner flustered aside in the breeze, orbs to a squint, only to see the geo before him. The sighting of the two caverns, yet, a large body of water between them. The czar broke into a slight trod, entering into the forest melieu. A few singed foliage remained here and there, but only from natural causes. Lanterns were sent upward, gazing at the suddenly eloping skies, of gris stormclouds, and shining lights of flame. A shortlived rumba escaped the brutus' trap, beckoning the wench into the melieu, before settling upon haunches. Not much farther, wench. Steam rose from liquid bodies, evaporation taking place in what seemed to be like the forests of rain, plantlife withering. Fun. Sensor exposed carbon, talons groping the tilla, in silence, as apex turned toward the xanthippe, cordially allowing a sick grin to smear over his facade. The once in view residential units had seemingly dissappeared, and one could mistake them for illusions. However, past the thicket did they lay, inside their contents unknown. Move it. I won't hesitate to leave you behind, if you lag. His lyrics were more set to himself, then the wench, unsure if she was lagging or not. Pink lolled from maw, nearing the edge of the florescant, as well as to a complete halt. Signals from the above flight creatures recollected the storm brewing and concocting into a larger sector, their calls ringing through the wood, their colorful pigments creating easy beacons toward their release by flame, and loathe. You have yet to see what lies in the core of Acamar. Brace yourself, whelp. Sneer peeled over maw, and the baron exited through the emerald leafed texture of the area.
Yonder, lain the den of the alphae; the royals of lupine darkness, and so forth. Beside it, stood a large, double-storied abode, obviously to house a large harem, a clan, all obediant toward Jenga, and Tala, under their rule for eternity. Go ahead. Let them fight for their freedom. They won't have an excuse when they can't escape the sandtrap. Pads upon quartets lept past the exit, droplets reflecting toward the crest of the czar. Hurry up, worthless nymph. We're wasting valuable time. Lest you wish to dine, and keep the night upon this field here with I, once the stream overflows. Pads remained at a haste, palette rose once again, the trickling droplets of transparency bobbling upon the streams exterior. In time, it's height would rise, and erode into its larger mouth. Charred frame of the lupe pivvoted, beads of liquification roaming over his coat, in fact awaiting the femm to catch up. To a reasonable pace that is. She was in. She did not refuse. From here on, remained the true sights of Acamar. Passed the creek lies the true Acamar, fae. Study it well. You'll need its safety all too soon. Indeed, his small meetings with Yvonnet in the past had only been of the problems the Vibes held. The unnamed minx; she would have to settle for Acamar as it currently was. Eden during the day, Tartarus in the dead of the moon. She had yet to learn. Yet to understand. But, he would control such actions, and, she wouldn't be sorry for accepting. Oh no, not at all. Cheers, Belle. You've actually trekked this far. Oh, I'm just so proud of you. Nyheh. Snort released from nasal cavities, crest lurching forth once again, approaching to the edge of the small water pannel. With a single lunge, the lupid dove inward, feathered slightly fanning, supporting his weight, and paddling his frame toward the other bank. Instantaneously, he rose, thrusting apex, and pendulum, drying his chassis completely, though some droplets dripped, and bristles spazz'med. Come along, now. Our destination is over. The captor settled upon haunches, tresses expanding, and settling, awaiting the arrival of the femm. Oh, Tala. You'll love your new chew toy.
Visage nodded, as mirrors darted around the terrace, the scent of his urine marking that of Acamar. Snort released once again, nape turning, to reveal only a small distance toward the breach of the residential caverns. Intercept every move you make well here, xanthippe. When I tell you to get out of Tala's site, or mine, I'll mean it. You don't want to be caught doing the wrong things around here. Just hope my mate doesn't have to tell you herself. She's not the one you want to loathe you. Especially considering you're another of her gender. Watch your step around here, and you'll live a reasonably calm life. In solitude, that is, until we converse on other matters. Audits perked forth, rumba escaping the heavens, the moon arising just behind the clouded pathway to the universe. This one would catch on. She was smart enough. So he hoped. It would be an awful shame to lose another to the pleasure of someone else he knew. However, this new murderiss, Tala; yes, she wouldn't hesitate within another femm. Again. Remember, when playing with that new chew toy, not to rip it's dial off..too much. Though, it's not your blood on my hands, if you refuse to listen, yes? It will all be your own. Understand? If so, prove it to me. Acamar is unforgiving, as is the Vibes. Now that you have accepted to come, it is life, or death. You'd better survey everything here well. I'm not telling you anything. I wouldn't count on Tala to, either. As the alpha concluded, he turned, and continued towards the packlands. Hopefully, the she whom refused to dubb herself would take this time to reflect on what she was doing. Whatever she chose to do, he'd never be satisfied. Was that a bad thing? She could stab herself. He wouldn't mind what she did on her own time.I won't give a dxmn.
[done (: I'm pretty pleased with this.]
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Post by blizzard on Apr 22, 2006 14:28:07 GMT -5
Anger was all around her. The heat was enveloping her, growing hotter, hotter, scorching her fur, burning all around her. She could here its whip-like cracking, or perhaps that was a cackle. Maybe the heat came from the flame licked hellion she followed, or the anger that brewed and bubbled inside her. Hotter, hotter. It was a dance to avoid the heat, as well as allowing thoughts to exit her, turning into words that might cost her life. Life! she had taken that.. But never before had she really thought of herself as having it, her own.. Of course, she had stolen so many.. Did the linger within her, add to her hoard? If one took a life, did it add to their own? Or destroy?
The angry words almost escaped the nymph, but she was able to hold them back at the last minute. Lag behind? She had not even seen the brute, but perhaps she wasn't looking. Her pillars took up movement once more to follow the worthless mammoth, her gait now a twice step. Paws flew over the loam, punishing it with the anger she felt towards the worthless mutt. He had taken her position as the cat. And she knew what always ended the game. The mouse's death. Was she the mouse?
Brace herself? Ha! Now she was beside the darque lord lupe, though she kept distance between them. Level with him. But far from him. Not slow, but she did not hug by his side. A second speach exited the brute, and a triangular audit flicked. She had been born ready. A smirk spread over her maw, and her trap split in a grin. Pink lolled, but not from lazyness. A thousand scarlet devils danced in her pitiless orbs. Blizzard awaited the one cursed Tala. Perhaps she could be even with her?
Optics slid over the lands, halting momentarily at he dens. Finally, had they reached the place? But no. Aqua wet her hide as they splashed through the cursed stream. And finally, they were there. Fine, brute. she said. Rudeness could not be detected in her tone, though spite oosed from her vocals. Assid words she wished to speak, but instead only two, polite, agreeing sounds escaped.
Plume curled around her rear pinons and she halted, then sat. She waited for that fem cursed Tala. She was ready. But then the brute got up once more, and she had no choice but to follow him again to the packlands. But then she halted, waiting... She could wait. Patience was part of this game.
OOC: positively my worst post ever.. sorry, no muse...
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Post by Tala on Apr 22, 2006 17:46:21 GMT -5
What What do we have here? Many scents wafted over the femm. One familiar the other not. So that mutt has brought another? Figures. Lamps rolled loosly in their sockets, before briefly scanning the lands. Feathers fold tightly agianst her sides, upper lip twitched as low growls seeped from her vocals. Banshee spread her wings, moving into a light jog to help build up speed. Then she was off, torso high in the welkin, lampistra focused on the ground below. She saw two figures, one belonged to Jenga the other to the femm he had picked up. Disgusting it was. she was even of the same coloring as she. She lowered towards the ground, making her decent. Once pads were back on solid ground, she mad her way after them. Snarl seeping from her trap towards the pair. What do we have here? A new play toy for me? Jenga that's quite sweet. Believe me when i say i will enjoy this present. Smirk crossed her mug as she neared the other she. Jowls wrinkled back, slicers bared, she moved into a run. Stopping only when she was infront of the two. gaze directed to the other bytch as she spoke agian. 'Lo banshee. I be Tala, your Queen. How dare you disrespect me by coming intyo my domain. Even if Jenga here asked you to come, i never gave my consent. dare you take me on? Cackle folllowed her words as she leaped towards the other. Slicers meeting the scruff on her neck. Once she had a good grib she flung the wench sending her to the floor. Have You Get up! I am not finished yet. Did you not hear me? I said get up! She leaped onto the wench agian, slicers clamping over ther wing, hard. She pulled, finally satisfied when it tore a little. She stepped back, slits narrowing. This bytch wasn't even worth her full effort. She turned and went back to Jenga. Thanks for the present babe. i really enjoed it. Although she is such a coward it's to easy to mess with her. she smirked agian. Gaze drifting back to the femm. Cackle filling the silence around them. Get up w.hore! Done?
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Post by blizzard on Apr 22, 2006 19:33:55 GMT -5
Don't[/s]
A growl rumbled from deep within her. A great hate for the other fae of porcelean hue that was flying swiftly towards her. The hate was feuled by her hate from Jenga, until it turned into loathing. Her breathing was now more of a pant, pulling air through her nasal cavities. Lips curled in a growl that she did not even try to hide. Maw wrinkled and pink gums as well as bloodstained fangs were revealed. Claws sunk deep into the loam, clawing at it's earthy flesh just as she intended to when the flesh of Tala was beneath her.
Feathered flappers, formerly folded tight to her chassis, unfurled, up and down, up and down, beating up a wind around her. And then Tala was on her. She felt the other's fangs sink into the scruff of her neck, and the crushing power as the bytch flung her to the ground. But wings went into action, lessening the impact. And then Tala was on top of her again. A clenching pain spread from her wing, through her spine, to chill her bodice. Pain. How she loved it. A grin spread across her trap, even as Tala tore at her. And crimson devils danced in her orbs.
Try[/s]
The growl grew louder, unfurling like a white banner from her throat. The fem was off her now, exchanging words with that cursed Jenga. Sparks seemed to fly from the fire within her. He had set her up, and she knew it. Blizzard lifted herself from the emerald mottled loam, and her wings came into action again. Though one was injured, the other worked doubly hard to take it's place. Corpse lifted into the air, and she was on top of Tala. Claws sunk into the xanthippe's flesh, and she bit at her fiercly. Cutters sunk into the other's feathered wing, and blood seeped into her maw. So thick, mettalicy, strong, salty, and it had a taste of vengeince apon it.
It[/i]
An odd satisfaction grew within her. She was not done either. Would she see the flappers of this fem slow? Her pillars halt? Her breathing cease? The grin that split her trap widened into a smirk. She was ready. Blizzard clung hard to the bod of Tala, and words seeped through her maw.
Bytch, do not think you have won.
The mad laugh was filling her head again, but now it was not merely inside her. It seemed to have escaped her own mug, the cackle surrounding her, closing in.
OOC: pretty bad.. I PP back at you, Talaish!
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Post by Jenga on Apr 22, 2006 19:53:12 GMT -5
Occuli just simply gazed in amusement as Tala played with her new present. I think she likes the no name. You're, Welcome. Simper slimed over maw, as the alpha rose to quartets, passing the czaress, just giving a slight shove to her frame. All the affections they would show. For now. Just hope she didn't get jacked up too bad- Pah. Who the h.ell am I kidding. Listen to your alphess, wench. I told you you'd need the protection of the packland caverns too soon. Grin still plastered over features, the czar descended into the alphae dwelling, allowing the winding slopes to take his chassis downward, until sneers from above were taken in, audits sent to his rear. Bod clambered up the steep once again, only to see the unnamed atop Tala. 'Bytch, don't think you have won,' had escaped her maw, his mug tracing over her lyrics as if he knew what she was already about to say. Coincidence. How gentle they played. Finding the core to Tala's heart was he already, as she was squirming her way into his. Oh, wow. How cute. Ladies, ladies. Play nice, m'lasses. We have a day ahead of us tomorrow. Indeed, they did. He was to scout the lands, and Tala, as well as the other femm accompany them, by order of the seasons. Tala, 'babe'. The czar snapped, almost intimately, before continuing. - you can finish this later. At a more suitable location, but only if you'd wish. As for you, wench, I expect you in shape, toward the morning. By your looks, both of you, there's quite a bit of healing to be done by the shone of the moon.
The brute gave a swift nod and retreated back toward the den, though, listening in closely toward their brawl, if it continued. It seemed as both xanthippes were equal when into battle with one another, though, they both also seemed to be the kind to never back down from a battle, incase it eroded into war. Oh well. One would learn to abide by the chain, and social ladder of Acamar in time. What was yet to come, a complete mystery to the baron. Whether the femmes continued to snap, or unless they chose to retire their nerves for the eve.
o o c: Sorry it's short..I have to see what's happening next. XD
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Post by Tala on Apr 22, 2006 20:11:51 GMT -5
Don't for one second think you have won w.hore. This isn't over. she spat, slicers grabbing hold of one of the bytches stilts. With a quick motion she sent the bytch off her. she got to her feet, slits still narrowed as they watched the fem. How dare you attack me. Prepare for the beating of your life. She snarled then lunged at the other, jowls snapping at her hyde, crimson filling her mouth. She stepped back then lunged forth agian, leaping onto the minx's back, talong clawing sharple at her hyde. You have not won and you never will. She whispered before slicers embedded themselves in the tramp's scruff agian. Tiara shook violently tearing the flesh. she jumped off the banshee's back. Don't try anything with me w.hore. Your reason for being here is to be my play toy. And you will serve that purpose. Dare you disobey me and suffer the consequebces of both me and Jenga. Got it bytch? Now be gone from my sight.
With that the minx turned back to Jenga. Sly glance sent to him before she headed off to the caverns. Coming hun? she called back to him as she entered the cave. Already she was warming upo to him, he wasn't so bad. But that didn't mean she loved him. Her feeling for him were not even close to loving him. Not even close.
OOC:Short and Crappy. Oh well.
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Post by blizzard on Apr 22, 2006 20:31:06 GMT -5
You've gone too far[/b]
A searing pain shot up her through her stilt, seemingly flowing into a gentle motion, like the waves of the oshion. It came up, retreated, in a deadly rhythme. Pink curled about her smirking maw, licking up the blood of her foe. She was on the ground again, crimson flowing freely from her injured appendage. A small patch of scarlet showed on her wing, but she was not beaten. Not. Yet.
Triangular auditory flickered, and her mug split further into a mad grin. As the other wench lunged at her, she slipped to the side, out of the one cursed Tala's reach. Perhaps Tala was strong, but she, Blizzard, was smart. No more was she the mouse, and she was enjoying being.. Maybe not the cat, but at least even with Tala. She was not lying on the loam anymore, but weaving through the vix's attacks.
You could wish that.
Smug smirk widened. Her vocals positively oosed with hate, and a taunting air had crept in. Silly wench. She messed with me. You should pity her.
For my heart is chilled.[/b]
Then Tala fled, or so it seemed, to Jenga. For a second Blizzard sped after her, digging into the softened geo. Map opened and she was sure, for a second, that she had tasted blood, that her trap had closed breifly over Tala's hind stilt. Coward. Run to your protector Jenga, do you? Her dial filled with dark, poisoned thoughts. If Jenga had chosen her as a toy for Tala, he had chosen wrong. Wouldn't a toy that would lose to Tala instead of win in the final battle have been better? Oh, I pity your choice. Perhaps it will cost Tala her worthless life.
Show no mercy, you shall receive none[/b]
The vix lent weight to her hindquarters and slid to a halt. Shank barely supported her, but it did. She walked swiftly over to the den where she would stay, for now. She lowered herself to the turf, licking pointlessly at her leg wound. Let the pain course through her. Enjoy it. For it will be your turn soon.
OOC: bad, bad, bad......
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Post by Jenga on Apr 22, 2006 21:09:27 GMT -5
I'll be sure to see you to a hunt in the early morn, then, coed? The brutus nodded toward the xanthippe that hobbled away, still strength looming in each of her steps. She was worthy. No longer would he offer her toward himself as a bestowment, a plaything, but as a valued member of the harem. Tala would have to learn herself. Though, toward the one to whom he was chained, nodding toward her, and moving downward, to their first slumber in the alpae cavern together. The czar embarked downward into the main entrance chamber, somewhat like a foyer. To the left, lain the food storage area, when resources from the wood was to be collected, in the instance of famine. To the right, was a pup's den, filled to bursting with straw, and other foliage, to support the younglings while in the confines of the alphae cove. Finally, straight ahead, lay the room of intimacy, and slumber, directly where the caeser was headed. Tala, Beckoned the lupe, pads groping the swept, and dusted alcove topography, gaze set toward the femenine at the entrance of the den. -come inside, wench.
Stormclouds spun over the skies, lightning surveying over Acamar, unsure of the Vibes. The moonlight seemed to shatter over the once calm lake, it's shores aroused, and the sweeping bristol of driftwood clambering upon the bank of the small inland beach, its pale sands seemingly gris within the broken glass of the great orb. Worry not about the femm. I'm sure you shall handle her with as much hatred and passion as you have done this eve. Pistons courried the frame of the exodus toward the entrance, peering outward, into the night. Just glad you enjoy your toy. Hopefully I've done something right. For once. Tone mellowed, and the brute receeded back inward the cove. Bodice seemed to slink through the slumber chamber enterance, nares heaving once, before carcass settled upon a petite patch of foliage.
Banner sifted over the dirtied topography, pink caressing over the mug of the soviergne, occuli gazing at the entering opening, awaiting the femm. Bod then heaved overward, flipping carcass toward the rounded chamber walls. Dxmn, he protruded for no known reason, silence enveloping the lupid's constantly twisting auditories. The czar eventually rose, removing himself from the den completely, outward into the storm, just revealing himself toward the inland. Crossing over would be stupid. Yet, beneficial. The caves were too cramped, though, he returned into the den, setting a glance toward the motionless harem cavern. Wonder. Suzerian figured to himself, that the lamia would refuse to rise in the morning, either of them.
o o c: Bad. BAD. BAAD.
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Post by blizzard on Apr 22, 2006 21:39:25 GMT -5
I know something you don't.[/b]
The hate inside her boiled, hot and assid. That cursed nymph. Now her hate for Jenga was nothing, apsolutely nothing, to her loathing for Tala. She did not quite know why.. Most faes that fought her like that would gain her respect. But not this one. Hate was like a burning fire, feuled by lies and spite. Now it even seemed possible for her hate for Jenga to desolve to mere annoyance. Compared to her feelings for Tala.
It's something you shall never know, no you won't.[/b]
Feelings? She did not beleive she had ever had that before. She had lived on hate, feeding off it, depending on it. Was it possible for the hate to deepen, become more refined? A tool, perhaps? The fire within her was going down instead of rising. It had run out of kindling, for right now she could not see Tala. She wondered, vaguely, if Jenga still considered her a toy, a plaything. Would he respect her now?
You think your smart? Well so am I.[/b]
Pain pulsed rhythmically through her. It was a dead beat now, though. It was not charged with that pinching, clamping energy. Like the dull thud of a dead body hitting the ground, the pain had no purpose. Maybe, to a light, it would be agony.. But to her, it was gentle play. Nothing. Salmon pink tongue slid from her muzzle to lick up the blood on her foreleg. Soreness was beggining to creep into her limbs, and finally, sleep rolled over her, pausing all concious thoughts... But it did not halt her hate for Tala.
Perhaps we'll fight until we die.[/b]
OOC: really short, and bad, but she's just going to sleep. Do you want to skip to the next day?
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Post by Jenga on Apr 22, 2006 21:44:46 GMT -5
o o c: Yep. Mmk. New thread, or just put [Morning] at the top?
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Post by blizzard on Apr 22, 2006 21:51:26 GMT -5
[ooc: how about you start a new thread?]
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Post by Jenga on Apr 22, 2006 22:09:22 GMT -5
[ kay, did. ]
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