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Post by i a h on Jun 24, 2009 11:10:33 GMT -5
MATURE CONTENT! "oh you should've stayed home you should've known better."
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[/size] [/center] Morning was breaking over Transylvania. The sun pulled great, soft gold shapes over treetops and mountain peaks, most powerful and bold in the imminent heatwave of summer (which was to come in the subsequent weeks.) Dark steeples of the great human cave pierced the sky delicately in the pale light, the sweet taste of sunrise enough to chase away ghouls and Night Hunters, if not insomnia. The prevailing coolness, eternal shadow, of the Stone Castle was enshrouded in early hour fog. The mist spun elegant, ghastly shapes about the empty rooms inside. In a misspent youth, Monday corrupted the skyline with his silhouette, somehow rambunctious and jackal-like in his quietness. He perched on a wall as if some meaningful wraith; Anubis overseeing the castle grounds. In the silence, he was feral but haut mond at once; neither his wildness nor his debonair contradicted the other. Atop his roost, his sleek, teenaged figure was discernible as a dashed line accented by a pair of glittering coals. Those optics violated the forest which splashed forward from the hilltop castle, though do not interpret him as a prince or his impostor. Monday was the court's fugitive nobleman. He would stalk in like vapor, utter a few winning puns, then dissipate into t he night. just wanted to get something up and started...[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 24, 2009 14:19:07 GMT -5
That's a pretty good post dude. :] Very descriptive. I envy you. Mines a little rambled, and a bit messy. I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things. If there's anything you think I should change, please say so. Any help is welcomed. :]
Charcoal paws trod in unison along the cracked, dusty earth of the stone castle's 'garden'. Trees began to sweat in the rising heat of the day, and birds whistled in the nearby distance. Demon, who was unlucky enough to have a coat near enough as dark as the midnight, was desperately dehydrated. Walking seemed like torture, but shelter in the trees seemed not nearly enough to keep away the summer heat. At a steady pace, emerald optics eyed up the stone castle's entrance hungrily, knowing of the cooling shadows and icy concrete that lay in wait in the innards of the castle. Smiling momentarily to herself, she pushed her body to move faster. Muscles rippled intensely in the heat, her coat soaked with beads of sweat, and drops of saliva on her jaws. As she edged closer to the entrance (perhaps only two or three feet away), she paused. Her torn, ebony auds perched instantly atop her crown, twitching left to right, and back again. Something on the breeze had caught her attention. Stench! she thought, A Male's Stench... The hackles on her neck began to rise, fluttering slowly and gaining pace quickly; her size almost double what it was a minute or two ago. Green eyes became like needles, glaring into the horizon, the sun almost blinding as she glanced to the left. Where is this creature? Who disturbs my hysteria? Thoughts raced. Her mind somewhat loose from the lack of water. Digging her claws into the dirt below, her tail risen above like a flag of dominance, she spoke; words drowned in a two-tone tone of voice. "Who's there? I can smell you on the breeze. Who else seeks shelter from the summer heat?" She paused, trying to place the scent like a jigsaw piece of an old memory, but it could not be placed. This was someone new, someone different. This was interesting, very interesting. It had been a while since friends had been made. Demon was not an ugly wolf as such, though scarred and bitter. Her looks were almost beautiful in the morbid sense - a reminder that even disturbing, cruel lives have beauty inside, and out. She reveled in this knowledge, for she had never had a problem finding comfort, whether it be friendship, fling, or commitment. Her beauty was intriguing. "Come over here and show yourself. If you know the location of water, I'd be eternally grateful..."Her words trailed off. She bit her tongue. Asking for help was a foolish thing to do. She growled bitterly to herself, but could not stay mad for long. She was desperately thirsty, and desperately lonely. She just needed someone to talk to, something to do. Anything to help her forget her past, and the thoughts that lingered day-in and day-out. ...Nocturnia Diorre....
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Post by i a h on Jun 24, 2009 20:36:07 GMT -5
"oh you should've stayed home you should've known better."
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[/size] [/center] Monday leaped off of his stone post, landing gracefully to earth as a feather drifts to the dirt. He paused like the protagonist in a classic detective movie, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he leans against an alley wall, the morning fog like the vapor rising from manholes. “ Who's asking?” he seemed to release the smoke from his lungs. He was measured sonority, considered diction, and calculated smart-ass factor. He was, however, hesitating closing the distance between their bodies. With his athletic figure, clothed in a sleek chocolate coat, engaged in a neutral pose, he faced the ebon queen as if he was the centripetal force. His gravitation should pull in her mass, though certainly winning over his (he still had some filling out to do.) Only vaguely interested, his tawny tail rested limply behind him. “ You should call me Iah,” he offered the black femme his nickname, the name that was Egyptian for moon like he was some exotic bastard child of a Persian princess and a rich businessman. “ Follow,” he suggested to her last request. He complied to her demand for his name and her thirst, knowing a pretty little place he could guide her. Padding gently into the shadows that Fenris never touched, he did not look back for her being to chase his. obviously writing more for the real Monday... obviously human... o u o even though he's not actually the son of a persian and business man. haha but thank you, ha~ monday' isn't soooo cocky. it's a little bit of something else to be revealed later.[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 26, 2009 15:27:31 GMT -5
I have my doubts about this post. It may be a little sucky. I had little inspiration today - I blame Marilyn Manson's new album. It's distracting...
A minute or two passed by. Sweat clung to tufts of ebony fur, and the heat seemed momentarily unbearable. Her green orbs searched, reaching out for someone or something that could give her moisture. She had spent so much time in the colder climates over the last few moons, that the summer heat in the valley was hard to readjust to. Sighing to the lack of response, Demon pondered on entering the stone castle, knowing water would not be inside, yet the shade seemed welcoming, and if it was her day to die, dying there would be oh, sweet irony. Lifting one of her weary forepaws off the dusty earth, she was about to turn-tail and plod toward the castle when a figure stole the light, the shadow falling into her gaze like a comet into orbit. She smiled with relief. "Thank Tor," muttered the she-wolf under her breath; habits die hard, and she could only push past her barriers so much. Stubbornness still lingered in her heart. "Call me Demon," she whispered numbly, as though it had been so much time since an introduction had been passed, that she had perhaps forgotten her own name. Could it be...? Watching the stranger carefully, she had her doubts. He seemed smaller than she expected, his body still filling into his skin. However, she knew that books should not be judged by their covers, and this would be no different. He'd have his chance to live, or die. "Iah?" She repeated his name, curiosity burning in her voice like coals in a fireplace. Snob, thought Demon. The wolf's aura was strange - snobby but polite, posh but rebellious. She was intrigued. "A very interesting name..."Dropping her gaze a little as her tail lowered to its normal position, she flickered her torn auds toward the left, picking up the scurry of a squirrel, or the flutter of a bird in the distance. She smiled to herself. Though aging on the outside, she was still in her prime. Terrific... Silently, without question, she followed this chocolate-coated stranger, his personality a question on her mind. He was a spiral of interest, and she was drawn to him like the scent of a freshly killed Herla on the breeze. Oh, make this a happy day...
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Post by i a h on Jun 27, 2009 10:22:28 GMT -5
"oh you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad"
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[/size] [/center] He was Alice's Cheshire Cat. Vexing. Elusive. Not a smile, but the sense that his whole body was carved from grinning incisors. Smug. His large pads, an augury of his future stature. The youthful frame which padded down the corridor was but a diminutive shadow to his future – Iah would later match the larger timber wolves which ravaged the wood, though he was Eurasian wolf himself. Perhaps he wouldn't be the burliest, but that was not the only trait that constituted a powerful mann. For some time, he let Demon's voice, interpreted to be rich with interest, echo in the conversation. His rabbit's tail, a short explosion of pale fur, was as motionless as his expression, his maw. At last he spoke, the only sounds short of the clicking of their talons and the infrequent calls of a hawk. “ And how are you this morning, young lady?” His coal optics shimmered furiously. Demon. What a horrible name for a femme.After several minutes of passageways, stone thresholds, and a few flights of spiral staircases, the crumbling architecture yielded a sort of underground courtyard. Though it was probably two stories beneath the earth, the roof was open to the sky which illuminated the room. The obvious and solitary centerpiece was an extravagant fountain. It no longer sprayed nor cascaded (as time went on, the pressure behind the source weakened) but still bubbled from a natural well – probably a spring or aqueduct. Pleased that it wasn't still water, Monday sprung off the last couple of steps and landed on the edge of the fountain. He teetered a bit, all four of his paws occupying a width of half a tail's length (or maybe just one of his tail lengths, ha). nooo, your post is good.[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 27, 2009 17:52:51 GMT -5
Thank you. :] Where did you want this meeting to go? e.g. friendship, enemy, so on & so forth.
Demon kept her paces slow and steady. Though eager to drink and rehydrate, she did not feel like being pushy and arrogant. why not? Her orbs, flashing in the rays of light that peak from the cracks and crevices in the walls of the stone castle, eyed the male carefully; she wasn't sure whether to trust him or attack him from behind. There was an air about him that she liked, but there was something about him, she didn't. A smell lingered on his fur that had awoken some distant memory, yet she couldn't place it. A pack. A hatred. What are you doing, you silly old fool? He spoke. Demon pulled herself from her thoughts as quickly as she had slipped into them, listening to the click of claws on stone, and the cries of the hawk in the sky. She smiled, and tipped her head to the side; she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Young lady? Ha! In your wildest dreams... more like psychotic bitch.
Still walking behind the tanned male, she could not help but notice his unusual tassel. Pursing her lips, she was about to raise it into subject, but paused. She had failed to answer his first question, so why should she ask another was beyond her. Turning her optics back to the rear of the male's head, she spoke, quietly and withdrawn. Anxiety was setting in; it had been many moons since her last encounter with society, and for the most part, society scared her now. She was in, yet another phase of herself. From psycho to scared, oh, you're a joke!
"I'm fine, thank you." She paused. Her brain told her she was lying. But Demon knew better than to trust straight away - her entire life to this point had taught her that, finally. "A little thirsty, but I guess you already knew that." She bit her lip; she could feel minor spasms beginning to ripple in her hind legs. She slowed her pace, yet just as she did so, the younger wolf seemed to bound momentarily out of sight. Demon's auds shot upright. Water! She sighed with relief; the male wasn't a fake, he had lead her to a fountain.
Speeding to catch up with him, she halted two or three paces away from the fountains edge. Looking up at Iah, she smiled gratefully; eyes shining, beautifully vicious."Thank you Iah. Thank you so much." Treading forward, her neck lowered over the stone edge of the structure; emerald eyes stared blankly into the water, watching her reflection ripple, change, and merge into itself. Maybe you'll see him in you... Maybe your precious father will haunt you in your dreams. She sighed, batting the thought away as quickly as it slipped passed her mind's security measures.
She lapped the water up thankfully, droplets falling down her chin and clinging to the fur around her maw. Her eyes remained shut now, she didn't like to remember much these days. It was all a bad dream, reality or not. She was cursed, or at least, that's what she was lead to believe. Allowing the last drops of water to trickle down her throat, Demon lifted her head slowly from the rippling water, and positioned herself on her haunches. Curling her ebony tail around herself, she tilted her head slightly, and watched Iah carefully. She was trying to figure him out, trying to test the water and taste the future. Friend or foe? Life or death? Fight or fu... Demon's thoughts slammed to a halt. She didn't even want to consider such things. Markaz...
Dropping her gaze to the cracks in the floor, she licked her muzzle, and shifted uncomfortably. Her paws were shaking. She could not prevent the stutter."A-and y-you, Iah? How are you...?"
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Post by i a h on Jun 28, 2009 21:30:56 GMT -5
"[he] filled the room, tigerlike, godlike"
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[/size] [/center] His optics were crude opal, dark and doused in gasoline. Light it up. The muscles in his back flexed, his shoulder blades shifting for better leverage. But he did not move. He watched her drink, drink like drowning. He wanted to pounce next to her in the water; he was still a puppy wiggling in his playpen, loving to splash, to chase, be chased. But she withdrew from the fountain. He grew up. Demon: the bodice of a warrior, the pistons of a huntress, looked deflated. She was a cardboard cut out to him – thin, propped by the same thin material. He stepped backward awkwardly, as it was not a normal canine movement. Approaching her now, no look of curiosity nor concern blotting his open features, he stood close as a friend, a familiar packmate. Cropped plume erect, casually as he felt, “ You look terrible.” Sidestep talking about himself. He wasn't interested in himself. blah. let's just see where it goes. i don't feel like posting long posts. x:[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jun 29, 2009 11:22:04 GMT -5
Rather sucky post, I'm afraid. In a little bit of a rush. May not be able to reply for few days; at friends house until Thursday. No internet, gr.. sorry for any inconvenience, and I'll reply as soon as I get back :]
He strolled towards her. Demon's eyes thinned, a dark cloud rolling over them, and a grumble in her throat. The shaking had stopped now; the femme had managed to regain self control. Now it was only the thoughts in her head she had to deal with - and that had been an ongoing war since the death of Kanis and the loss of Markaz. She shivered. It was unearthly for wolves, especially males, to be so close to her these days; or at least that's how she saw it. Demon had little but an inkling of the antisocial behaviour she'd generally show, thus put it down to the fact that society was full of idiots, betrayers and the faithless; all of which she secretly despised, but would use to her full advantage if the time came. It always does...
Her tassel swung hard, raising defensively, and her lips curled into a small snarl. It made her edgy to have someone so close after all these moons. She'd been away for so long that comfort in others was something she had not tasted, and now, with her own twisted sense of reality and the barrels full of paranoia, she dared not to - for the fear it tasted bitter and dark was all too great. "Watch your step wolf," Demon rose from her haunches, keeping her gaze firmly on the coals of the mann before her. She stepped backwards, a crack in the silence as she stood on a small weed, its stem creeping out from the lines in the floor, now twisted and bent, almost broken. You are broken... bitterly torn.
"Don't get so close... I could have torn your throat out if I had wanted to." Demon's words were sharp and strong, yet if one looked close enough, they'd notice the withdrawn body which they leaked from. Her tassel now dropped down, her eyes alight with confusion, and her hackles rising and falling; much like if they were a pair of lungs in a wind tunnel. Muscles tensed. Back arched. She was ready to pounce. Do it! But she hesitated.
Then, without much explanation for it, her gaze fell, her body relaxed and her snarl subsided. Only her mind had the answers. She spoke, quiet whispers on the breeze; barely audible over the screeches of the hawk who had now settled on the castle's eastern tower. "I bear you an apology. It has been many moons since I have mingled with anyone; let alone a male." She sighed."If my terrible appearance bothers you some, I can happily lurk elsewhere. I just haven't groomed myself in a while - for dark thoughts and dark times consume the mind a lot more than one realises." Giving a half-hearted smile of apology, Demon shifted awkwardly; awaiting her verdict, her exile, her abandonment once again. They hate you. They all hate you. You're worthless, nothing, a waste... You look terrible.
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Post by i a h on Jun 30, 2009 15:08:45 GMT -5
"[he] filled the room, tigerlike, godlike"
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[/size] [/center] In the sunlight, his dark pelt glittered like gold, and his pools of ink were precious black pearls; his smile of polished ivory. He flexed his digits like a solitary, spoiled kitten kneading his mother’s side or as a CEO rubs his bloated wallet. Rich. When the she-wolf growled at him suspiciously, he purred, “ You’re watching it for me.” There was no trace of ill-will in his voice, though it is not to say whether he harbored any or not. Monday watched Demon rise to her daunting stature, observing the lean sections of muscle tighten across her body. She was an artist’s prize, a handsome but fearsome machine sculpted of granite and unrefined capacity. He could not decide if she was an ugly and masculine ogre or if she was a special, wild kind of beauty -- a diamond in the rough. The boy still found himself peculiarly disinterested in either sexes, but he fancied himself a fair judge of splendor. Jackal ears curiously drawn forward, as if pulled by invisible strings, and “ You could have, and you still can.” He was smaller than she, but submission was not his only option. Monday’s structure was perpetually alert. His spindly legs rose lofty and straight, his crown held impossibly tall in brazen, juvenile egoism. “ I wasn’t commenting on your coat,” he clarified with a voice that nursed wounds, “ I just meant that you don’t look too well. That you look unhappy.” He padded about her shadow on sizeable pads stained the red hues of the earth. Beneath his talons were the over-trodden weeds, and under his scrutiny was the shining pink scar across her eye. hmm... my worst post so far...[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 3, 2009 18:38:36 GMT -5
I liked it, :] Mine's a little off - headache, lol.
The black femme's auds rose; his words grated against them like razors. She flinched. You don't look too happy... Oh, what an understatement that was. She frowned. Glancing over at the horizon, she admired the dark clouds that rolled over the mountains; two days maybe, and a storm would hit. It would clear the humid, sickly air; it would cure her constant dehydration. Sighing, Demon slipped onto her stomach; dust and debre flying into the air, momentarily blinding the emerald optics, her paws crossed atop one another in front of her.
"Unhappy?" The words rolled off her tongue with disgust; she hated the word. Yet, no matter how much she faked her smiles and held her head up high, Demon knew that she was no more happy than the dead carcasses that littered the valley, or the soldiers in the distance who lost their brothers in arms. "Iah, unhappy is not the word. I have been back in this wretched place for no more than a few moons, and I still feel lost and lonely." She paused, turning her gaze back to the brown mann. Her eyes flashed dangerously, her mind twisting over the hundred-and-one reasons she could not be content. Sick little demon. Poor little femme... One day. Maybe... "Some days I question why I still live. Have I not suffered enough in my lifetime? Have I not lived to see enough hurt, death and destruction? Am I not mad enough?" Her words trailed off into a whisper. She, clearly, was now addressing some higher being. Tor? Fenris? Wolfbane? Her words were ranted and rambled, her tone cracking as dehydration took over once more. The heat was unbreakable; and even as the hours fell passed and the sun began to fade, the humidity remained. Tauting, teasing, burning in her throat like poison.
Shaking her head, she sighed again. She was miserable. Suffer. "Iah," Her attention was fully atop the male now, her eyes shining with curiousity. Something had fell into place in her mind; whether it was sensible or not was another thing entirely; Demon no longer gave much thought to morals and responsibility. She was alive; and that, to her, was the greatest responsibility of all. "How old are you?"
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Post by i a h on Jul 3, 2009 19:50:19 GMT -5
"oh you should've stayed home you should've known better."
what's your fortune today?
[/size] [/center] His eyes did not soften nor did his voice. Though Mondays seemed like he would smooth over the wrinkles of hurt, it was an air about him rather than a tone he spoke with or a glimmer in his smile. He was just not that type of guy; he did not want to see you in pain unless he caused it, but there was little help he would provide in the first situation. He watched her lay down in reticent. He was happy, just thrilled. “ Two years old,” Monday settled, always loving the sound of an adult addressing him by name, his syllables on their palate. He didn't know if it felt empowering or if it felt pleasurable through recognition. Yet, he was already two and probably considered an adult, but wolves and big dogs generally didn't stop growing until around two years of age. His father had gained inches for six months after the second anniversary of his life, so perhaps Monday would be the same. Then thunder. The hackles along his nape and spine rose sharply, bristling like golden-brown quills as the great sonic pulses reverberated, the stones of the castle shaking. There was no rain but the smell of it and the thickness of the air, so Monday thought then of dry lightening. When the sky's growling ceased, he took two generous steps closer. “ The gods answer you,” and he almost smiled. Startlingly? Eerily? Religiously? The thick brush of his tail raised. Pink snake poked out from between dangerous white soldiers, a serpent. He dipped his head to run his tongue over her scar... bah, i really liked my first post... oh well. i'm getting all excited about the rp i'm working on right now, so... yeah. just want to get posts down without editing them. x u x i really like demon's angst. and you're new avatar! :'DDDD[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 4, 2009 13:46:52 GMT -5
I really like your posts; the descriptions and words used are awesome. I can really visualize your character in my mind, so don't cry yourself down Hun. :] New RP? I'm intrigued. & thanks BTW. <3
Two... only a year and a half out then, HM? That's the only thought that entered the varg's mind as she listened out for Monday's reply. Her tassel flickered lightly; her attention never wavered until a small rumble met her auds. Glancing out toward the mountains again, a smile met her jaw. A storm was brewing, and though the rain did not follow, and the heat still simmered about forty-degrees, Demon finally felt a little more at ease; and began to think a little more clearer. Never...
"Two, you say?" muttered the female, eyes slowly returning back upon Monday's smaller form. "That is interesting." She paused, looking him over once more; he reminded her a lot of the cubs she once had; obviously, he being a lot bigger - but their markings similar. Yet, she never got to name them; Demon had left the valley shortly after. The guilt she had ridden on her shoulders had become too much, and the cub whom she had bore not of Nocturnia's seed had burnt a hole in her sanity. Fantome...
A shiver went down her spine; hackles rose and fell momentarily. "Where is your family Iah? Your mother, father... mate?" Demon's words seemed innocent enough, but with the strange way that her mind worked, it would not have surprised any onlooker who knew her, if she had tried to embrace this male and then forget him. These were lonely times; and though Demon older (though not by much; a year or so), she longed to feel wanted, needed, special. Only one varg had truly pulled that off, and where he was, she didn't know. Now, Markaz was just a memory - and to most outside of Demon's circle, an illusion. Only Tarkah knew of her heartache, suffering; her failed attempts to move on and let go. But it was no matter; the black female stared, almost hungrily, at the male, her muscles flinching as another rumble met the skies and the castle flickered in a flash of lightning.
"Why were you alone out here?" The question was simple enough, but to Demon it was a lot more than just a question - it was a possible invite into deeper knowledge; into seeing into this male's life and seeing if loneliness would be another unwelcome guest in her life tonight. Whore...
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Post by i a h on Jul 4, 2009 21:25:10 GMT -5
"oh you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad"
what's your fortune today?
[/size] [/center] His maw lifted back up, seceding from his intentions. An empty, expressionless visage peered at Demon instead of caressing her afflictions, namely that disfiguring flaw of history over her eye. How should he look at her squarely without probing her scar, violating her experiences with his gaze alone? Such a scar was, to him, like wearing a scandal, a secret for all to read. A small laugh tickled the roof of his mouth but went unheard. “ How is it interesting?” and one could expect his brow to hitch up in questioning, but instead he asked this flatly, almost rhetorically. But he replied to her other inquires before she could to his. “ I have a mother and a father. And I have one sibling, but no other relations of any kind that I know of.” The rest was boring. Unimportant. His lean, taffy sonics twitched atop his crown. Another clap of thunder, but more like the snapping of thick canvas sails, intruded on their conversation. Monday could not help himself. His long lashes, his lids, fell over his orbs like lights out, and his nose dipped down. His lips parted, and his mouth opened slightly. The boy kissed Demon's scar like Herbert sucking on little Lolita's eye (but surely, Monday was no pervert.) “ I'm sorry for your troubles. This place is not wretched. Do not let the past spoil your future.” yay! o u o powerplayed him licking her eye... hope that's okay. x; oh, my new RP is called wake. it's pretty much wolves or canines that have human glamours. it's mostly set in a city where the wolves run around as crime bosses... like mafia/yakuza members. there are hitmen, prostitutes, mob bosses. i made a youtube video-like thing on it. ha~ i hope it gets loyal members ]:[/blockquote]
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Post by † Demon † on Jul 5, 2009 7:05:00 GMT -5
That's fine, my dear. :] Makes things a little more interesting. (especially when no-one has ever done that to demon, lol). Fancy giving me the link to it? I wouldn't mind having a go...
Shock; that was all the female felt. It wasn't sensual, arousing, or even slightly amusing. Just shocking. Demon had little time to react; his tongue sliding effortlessly across her scar; her face wrinkling up like that of a cub being groomed by their mother. She felt violated, touched where she shouldn't be. It was as though the scar had been reopened; yet there was no physical pain. Just memories - lots of painful memories.
Demon growled; not loud or violently, just a simple rumble to show her distaste for the situation. Perhaps it was that he had made her think of Shatocwnn and Kanis; perhaps it was that she had not been touched by another wolf in a long time, let alone a male. Her lips curled silently, a small snarl waiting to erupt. But, it never came. Instead, her tassel flickered and her emerald orbs watched Iah pull back away from her facade; she didn't know how to react.
Lightning flashed, thunder once more. It came like a blessing; it pulled Demon away from the current situation; her eyes darted over to where the storm was gaining strength. She watched intently, but knew to herself, that if Iah watched close enough, she was blushing. Demon had gained a shy streak - silly little femme. Rising to all fours, her claws tapped the stone; muscles rippling under her ebony coat. She sighed, and walked steadily along the edge of the castle wall. Her orbs glistened wildly; she was thinking, plotting, and trying to collect herself.
Yet, no matter how hard she tried, Demon could not understand why Iah would do such a thing. No experiences could link to this one; she was at a loss. Even with her extensive study of society, this was something new; and she didn't like it one bit. Snarling bitterly to herself, Demon halted and turned to the rust-colored male. Her eyes fell upon him like a ton of bricks; confusion plastered all over her face, and her auds resting atop her crown as though a sikla showing weakness to their alpha.
"Iah," She didn't know why she had to say his name; it was just an urge in her mind. Yes, it was a nice name; but it was something hidden. Some kind of twisted interest in the younger male; he was a mystery like her. That was their connection. "Why did you do that...?" Her words trailed off, eyes fell back to the floor, and tassel fell like dead weight between her legs. She snarled once more; it was low, and cold but it was not directed at the male she felt had violated her; it was directed at herself. Such bitter hatred; such distaste for yourself... And for once in her life, Demon knew what shame felt like; she was ashamed, and she felt ugly. "Why kiss the scars of a wench like me?"
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Post by i a h on Jul 5, 2009 9:32:50 GMT -5
"[he] filled the room, tigerlike, godlike"
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[/size] [/center] The thunder crackled, and lightning illuminated the room from the heavens; Fenris barked and threw them sunlight in the nebulous darkness. Not once did Monday flinch: not at the thunder nor the lighting nor the piceous dame's growl. Instead he plainly disengaged from his questionable actions, not out of shame or fear. The boy just recognized that he should not discomfort her longer. This time, Monday was the one to fall back onto his hindquarters, sitting askew on his left flack. Inside, he was disconcerted about his own feat, just as the wariorress was startled. She could have quickly snapped off his nose, wrapped her teeth around his muzzle, and made him bleed all over the floor. And though he was mad with interest, a pinch afraid she may leap on his back and open her jowls on his nape, he did not watch her stalk the perimeter. The walls around them were dashed in moss able to live off of the rain and fleeting hours of sunlight. Not a scent of a single human lingered on the slabs of unshorn rock and nor did the musk of a wolf aside from Iah. This room was his haunt, his retreat from the hustling of Vargs in rooms above. “ I really like this fountain,” he commented, as if he her words did not penetrate his sonics. Monday had committed a compulsive crime against her, but had he defiled her to destroy her chastity? Did he debauch her, corrupting her in his wanton, twisted sexuality? Maybe she had been truly violated before. . . The packless kid's tongue darted out of his mouth and recoiled back, hidden in the cavern of his jowls as if she had tasted of something other than warm flesh and spiritual malady. And what if he had tasted the saltiness of tears? What would he have done then? He might be the type to cry with her; he wasn't sure, and he was glad she hadn't been crying (to his knowledge). “ I want to appreciate your story, I want to savor it.” He tossed his snout back towards her, his eyes eerily trained on hers and glittering, wet, and childlike. oh, and what was this about fantome? ;3; hm, the site isn't up all the way. but feel free to be amused bythis video... x___x at least it'll be humorously embarrassing? [/blockquote]
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