Post by † Demon † on Jun 8, 2005 15:06:45 GMT -5
Greetings & Salutations. This is part 1 of my Demon Fanfic. It's not very good- I've been suffering with writer's block heavily lately, as my posts have reflected.
Anyway, please comment and tell me your views, opinions and whatnot; that will help me improve the next chapter.
Enjoy, and also, if the other characters I have included do not want to be in the Fanfic, IM me and I will change the name asap. Thank you. <3 [glow=black,2,300]
“Leohlic! Scream your last dying gasp in praise of me; it’s time for you to meet your maker,” Demon’s claws flashed with deadly eminence, and plunged towards Leohlic’s throat. She ripped a long slash down his tender, yet matted pelt- spurts of blood spilling onto her paws. Lowering her neck, she calmly licked away the excess blood, listening as the lasting death rattle of her dear enemy echoed through her auds, his optics shuddering; he was dead. Her cruel laughter roared towards the skies; the manic laugh echoing all around her. Smirking like deadly poison, she sifted the First’s corpse onto her back, and with two or three large steps, and one last laugh, she flung his body down the cliff tops, and atop the dens of the Balkar wolves- all following where the sound came from, just out of pure curiosity.
With her optics now blazing like hells fire, Demon turned abruptly towards Leohlic’s second. He was stood wide-eyed and visibly shaken, frozen with horror in what he had just seen. “Oh,” she mocked coldly, “is sweet Serg scared?” Hesitating, she took herself right up close to the male’s face; her breath drenched in the smell of Leohlic’s blood. “I’ll make it all better,” Smiling psychotically, it was almost at lightning speed; she had the Balkar’s second pinned to the ground, he seemed to be almost squealing in her grasp. “Now, it’s your turn fool,” spat the femme, and without further ado her jaw flew forward, and snapped shut on the Balkar’s throat. The sweet liquid trickled down her throat, danced upon her tongue. Hearing padding behind her, she drew herself away; an icy chuckle passing her lips with glee.
With blood still dripping from her paws and muzzle, she turned smoothly around to face the Balkar wolves; a wicked smile of triumph stealing her façade. “Howl for me, you unworthy Siklas! Sing your melody of sorrow; my hymn of victory- let them all know my name…” The Balkar looked somewhat dumbfounded for a moment or two, yet when they saw the corpse of Serg painting their turf; it wasn’t long until the scent of Leohlic’s death was also imprinted in their minds. Lifting their heads slowly, weakness shining in their optics; they howled a mournful melody towards the skies, glory still painted on Demon’s face as she absorbed this beautiful scene. Once the tune trailed onto the winds, which carried the ex leading wolves souls as well, a few of the Balkar felt defeat, and bowing their heads, they finally admitted to themselves that Demon was now ruler of this dirty pack; the rest of the pack copying the others too after it all sunk into their filthy little brains that they were meaningless without her.
The moment had arrived. Demon’s heart and soul had been lusting for this day ever since cub-hood; the feeling of absolute power coursed through her pumping veins, and at last- her vengeance was quenched. Everything had fitted together so perfectly. The sunset had begun moments ago, brushing the sky with a drawling, and radiant blood-red; Rays of light causing her pelt to glimmer and gleam in eerie brilliance. And, without any further waiting, she turned to face the broken shadows, now parting onto her haunches. “Come,” she growled softly, “Come and see your future pack…” With her eyes dancing lovingly, a black ball of fluff walked strongly from the thorn bushes- fiery optics of amber and green, fur as dark as midnight itself, and a small tassel of fur covering his left eye. This wasn’t just no ordinary cub, it was Dakota; the bringer of hate, the spawn of a Demon. A right evil-looking little b**tard, and that wasn’t even the start of how extreme he was.
Smiling as the cub sat proudly beside her, she cut a D into the nearest rock face with her claws, and with a last brilliant howl, she launched her voice high into the sky; every word sending fear down the weak, unworthy spines of the males before her.
“Hail your future Dragga, scum!”
The takeover had begun…
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Anyway, please comment and tell me your views, opinions and whatnot; that will help me improve the next chapter.
Enjoy, and also, if the other characters I have included do not want to be in the Fanfic, IM me and I will change the name asap. Thank you. <3 [glow=black,2,300]
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“Leohlic! Scream your last dying gasp in praise of me; it’s time for you to meet your maker,” Demon’s claws flashed with deadly eminence, and plunged towards Leohlic’s throat. She ripped a long slash down his tender, yet matted pelt- spurts of blood spilling onto her paws. Lowering her neck, she calmly licked away the excess blood, listening as the lasting death rattle of her dear enemy echoed through her auds, his optics shuddering; he was dead. Her cruel laughter roared towards the skies; the manic laugh echoing all around her. Smirking like deadly poison, she sifted the First’s corpse onto her back, and with two or three large steps, and one last laugh, she flung his body down the cliff tops, and atop the dens of the Balkar wolves- all following where the sound came from, just out of pure curiosity.
With her optics now blazing like hells fire, Demon turned abruptly towards Leohlic’s second. He was stood wide-eyed and visibly shaken, frozen with horror in what he had just seen. “Oh,” she mocked coldly, “is sweet Serg scared?” Hesitating, she took herself right up close to the male’s face; her breath drenched in the smell of Leohlic’s blood. “I’ll make it all better,” Smiling psychotically, it was almost at lightning speed; she had the Balkar’s second pinned to the ground, he seemed to be almost squealing in her grasp. “Now, it’s your turn fool,” spat the femme, and without further ado her jaw flew forward, and snapped shut on the Balkar’s throat. The sweet liquid trickled down her throat, danced upon her tongue. Hearing padding behind her, she drew herself away; an icy chuckle passing her lips with glee.
With blood still dripping from her paws and muzzle, she turned smoothly around to face the Balkar wolves; a wicked smile of triumph stealing her façade. “Howl for me, you unworthy Siklas! Sing your melody of sorrow; my hymn of victory- let them all know my name…” The Balkar looked somewhat dumbfounded for a moment or two, yet when they saw the corpse of Serg painting their turf; it wasn’t long until the scent of Leohlic’s death was also imprinted in their minds. Lifting their heads slowly, weakness shining in their optics; they howled a mournful melody towards the skies, glory still painted on Demon’s face as she absorbed this beautiful scene. Once the tune trailed onto the winds, which carried the ex leading wolves souls as well, a few of the Balkar felt defeat, and bowing their heads, they finally admitted to themselves that Demon was now ruler of this dirty pack; the rest of the pack copying the others too after it all sunk into their filthy little brains that they were meaningless without her.
The moment had arrived. Demon’s heart and soul had been lusting for this day ever since cub-hood; the feeling of absolute power coursed through her pumping veins, and at last- her vengeance was quenched. Everything had fitted together so perfectly. The sunset had begun moments ago, brushing the sky with a drawling, and radiant blood-red; Rays of light causing her pelt to glimmer and gleam in eerie brilliance. And, without any further waiting, she turned to face the broken shadows, now parting onto her haunches. “Come,” she growled softly, “Come and see your future pack…” With her eyes dancing lovingly, a black ball of fluff walked strongly from the thorn bushes- fiery optics of amber and green, fur as dark as midnight itself, and a small tassel of fur covering his left eye. This wasn’t just no ordinary cub, it was Dakota; the bringer of hate, the spawn of a Demon. A right evil-looking little b**tard, and that wasn’t even the start of how extreme he was.
Smiling as the cub sat proudly beside her, she cut a D into the nearest rock face with her claws, and with a last brilliant howl, she launched her voice high into the sky; every word sending fear down the weak, unworthy spines of the males before her.
“Hail your future Dragga, scum!”
The takeover had begun…
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anyway thats my only tussle and its a small one at that. i really like the last paragraph very umm 
imposing. *g* Great job i hope theres more =3
*readies the chocolate mousse*
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