Post by † Demon † on Dec 21, 2005 15:21:26 GMT -5
Enjoy....[if there is any spelling mistakes, my apologies. For some reason, the spell checker isn't working for me... so yeah. Plus I'm uber tired!]
Her fur pulled painfully as she tried to move, all her muscles contracting at once as Demon awoke. She gritted her teeth, her matted pelt pulled on muscles of steel as she rose to her paws. She was intending to find a river, any river, to wash away the blood of pointless victims- it had all long since dried. Still, although she looked and smelled somewhat dead, a smile drew itself over ebony lips. All it took was for her to wonder if it really was a dream, or if she had actually spoke to the love of her life, Markaz Either way, it didn't take much to divert the absurd thinking, for it all, Demon knew that whatever it was defined as, she now had that reason to go on living--and with that reason, came a purpose. One she held dear to her mending heart. It was then and there that she decided she would no longer be the slayer of innocent lives, but a mere varg who would bestow revenge upon all those who had hurt her, and the love she'd once given. In this process, she would give Markaz a great sense of joy--and in her twisted mind, a sure vision that she would be with him when she died. This let her lips crack from a drawn on smile, and into a sinister laugh; a laugh which echoed around her without ripple or fault in the air. It was time to put Markaz's plain into action, and as she thought of the words he had spoken, she walked calmly and silently into the foliage; the leaves closed behind her like curtains of her life.
Yet, if only she had known that in the distance, a wise and also twisted wolf had been watching from the safety of his boundaries. He had moved closer as her laughter rang out, yet couldn't call out to her form. He merely sighed a low moan, and shook his dark head slowly. His mind was torn with thoughts of danger this femme could put herself in, yet as he glanced back up to where she had once stood, Demon had faded--the tears in this varg's eyes glittering relentlessly. So with his head hung low to the ground, and his tassel to match, the mysterious, and somewhat handsome male padded off into a misty landscape; more formally known as 'The Stone Castle'.
Demon's gaze fell upon a cave where pawprints, and scents had led her to. This shadowed predator had followed the leads for nights upon nights--sleeping only during the sunshine hours. She could not stop; she was endlessly tracking this prey. The prints stole the black beast southwards, finally leaving her outside a small human cabin, empty of course. It was covered in spiderwebs, and small bits of broken glass signified a window somewhere; Demon smiled as the tracks split into two pathways; one leading into the cabin, the others leading out. Placing her maw high into the air, she sniffed quietly--the scent was fresh, and thick, almost intoxicationg. That varg was still here, that was for definate.
Demon padded past the oak doorway, the actual door laying on the floor stained with bloody pawprints. Her kean sense of smell joined hastily up with her excellent sight, as a smile stole her maw; she followed the scent into the cabin, her steps not making the slightest of sounds and her muscles rippling dangerously. Since she had been abandoned in her greatest time of need, she had needed to learn more skills for hunting. In all fairness, she was an excellent warrior--her fighting skills were the talk of the valley, yet judging on how fast she had become one of the best warriors, it wasn't surprisingly that she had soon learnt the art of stalking and killing prey to perfection. The truth was simple really, after all, if she hadn't mastered these arts; it was certain she would have starved to death by now. For it all, she was thankful to have spent so many suns in the dark plains beyond the valley--it had turned a twisted and fractured warrior into an efficient killer with undeniable skill, skill which she could now put to the test. Auds suddenly twitched, the thought racing from her skull. She had caught the faint sounds of talking further into the depths of the cabin. Effortlessly, she sprang over a pool of glass fragments, landing neatly next to celler steps. Without second thought, she stalked slowly, and dangerously down the concrete stairway, onward toward revenge. Yet, she froze moments after moving. The strangest sound caught her attention; peering round another doorway, one left completely open, she shuddered slightly. There was a small fireplace on the opposite side of the room, this gave Demon the advantage. Silently, she thanked her good luck, and without heistation, knew that the fireplace would allow enough light to show her the victims of her latest kill were residing. It was true that she could risk being seen too early, yet going by the warrior instincts, she knew where to go to keep herself sealed.As she wandered in and out of shadows, never noticed by the prey ahead, the voices became instantly louder; their scent turning her bloodlust into a slight case of nausea. Yet, then she saw them. Their bodies sprawled out lazily by the fireplace; it was two vargs; one of each gender. Phantom was the female, the male she couldn't recall his indentity. This purely meant to her that he was obviously not worth remembering, and that he was just 'twisted' to be mated with the likes of Phantom.
"Argh, those stupid sparks. They keep floating onto my nose! Why are we waiting here anyway?" The words were fast, and edgy. It was clear Phantom disliked the setting she'd been placed in. Demon pulled her lips into a glowing smile; her auds moving slightly as the words became clearer. "Ha-ha! You shouldn't lay so close then..." That reply was mocked, the sarcasm in the male's tone significantly focused on the whining form of Phantom--maybe these rats weren't mates after all, it was unlikely though. "It's not funny! Shut up--I'm trying to think!" The reply was sharp and angered, like the female had been embarressed by the male's words. It seemed clear that Phantom liked him, yet Demon just felt sick at the thought.
"I'm sure that is something new for you, Phantom," growled a third voice. All heads turned to the doorway--another female appeared, sauntering toward the fireplace. Demon snarled, yet hastily held the remainder of it back. The femme's voice sent anger straight through her; it was the one who'd killed her love. Phantom rose up, eyes fixed on the newcomer constantly. It gave that sense of untrustworthy, even though, Demon knew they were family. "Why are we here? I thought you told us to leave this place...If Demon comes looking for us--" Phantom's words were interrupted. "She won't. But let's hope she does in the future--or my plan will not be fulfilled..." Demon felt herself tense up, the curiousity was pulsing in her veins. This time the male spoke, his eyes breifly travelling over where Demon stood, yet he mentioned nothing of the sort. "Where is Shatocwyn, and her...what would you call it?" All three of the vargs started laughing almost immediantly, yet Demon remained silent--she didn't get the joke. The newcomer, the wolf of white, spoke soon after; all traits of laughter dying away slowly. "She is teaching him the lessons of life...too bad Markaz couldn't!" The ivory female began to chuckle once more, Phantom speaking over it. "Well, we did teach him the lessons of death," Phantom joined in with the laughter of the other female, whilst the third companion, the male, looked at both femmes, deciding to join in as well. Yet, it was obvious, he had no idea why he was laughing, nor what he was laughing about either.
Finally, the white female spoke once more; her crystal gaze fixed on the glowing amber of the flames. "I am going to check on Shatocwyn, and see how our little friend is doing. Phantom, you and Kadin stay here. I'll be right back and then the real fun begins..." Phantom frowned slightly. Her love for Kadin was strong, true, yet his constant drooling problem could drive her mad at times. "All right, but why am I always stuck with drool boy over here?" Kadin began laughing again, the white wolf didn't reply. Demon, who watched in the shadows still, bored beyond knowing, kept her eyes on the female as she walked away; the black bitch was steadying herself, claws flexing; she was waiting for that precise moment, and Kadin's laughter was the perfect diversion. "Will you stop that laughing! Stop it, you idiot. I may love you to pieces, but I could just die putting up with you...!" Phantom froze, another voice drawled into the scene, Demon's voice. "Good idea.." Phantom turned slightly, yet hardly had time to react. Her orbs sprung wide as she saw a shadow lunge toward her, claws aiming right for her neck. She didn't feel anything; all she saw was a flash as the light from the fireplace reflected off Demon's claws. Phantom looked down with a stupid expression on her facade, she wondered why the entire floor around her was starting to become covered in blood. She followed the trail up her body, but her eyes slammed shut before she understood the truth. With a dull thud, Phantom fell lifeless to the floor--another corpse on the demon's list.
"Oh, Um.. Uh, Errr!" Kadin stuttered at first, not taking into concept what he had just seen, yet soon he screamed as loud as he could; the poisonious gaze had turned onto him. "Don't be afraid, Kadin. I'm not going to hurt you..." Kadin looked around dumbly, not knowing what to do. His mind was blank, all he could do was listen. "You don't remember me?" Demon mocked, swinging her tail around and grabbing it with her claws, dangling it before him. Kadin tried to look for an escape route, but then thought of the only thing that might save his life. Turning his eyes down, he stared for a split second at his fallen lover, yet pushed his sight back up at the she-demon. Lifting a shaky paw, he waved at her; something he had done back when they'd first met.
Demon scoffed, not hiding her amusement of this simple creature. Thoughts entered her mind on how she could cage this clown up, and use him for entertainment purposes, yet words of Markaz flooded her skull--the bloodlust back once more. "Awh," she rasped, stepping closer to the male. "Isn't that the cutest...Yes," she paused, a deadly grin lit up by the flames beside her. "That isthe way I want to remember you!" Kadin had one last chance to scream, he watched helplessly as the shadowed devil pounced toward him. He tried a second time, yet he could hardly breathe, let alone scream his terrifyed little heart out. It was all due to a female's jaw clamped firmly on his throat, the devil's jaw.
Her fur pulled painfully as she tried to move, all her muscles contracting at once as Demon awoke. She gritted her teeth, her matted pelt pulled on muscles of steel as she rose to her paws. She was intending to find a river, any river, to wash away the blood of pointless victims- it had all long since dried. Still, although she looked and smelled somewhat dead, a smile drew itself over ebony lips. All it took was for her to wonder if it really was a dream, or if she had actually spoke to the love of her life, Markaz Either way, it didn't take much to divert the absurd thinking, for it all, Demon knew that whatever it was defined as, she now had that reason to go on living--and with that reason, came a purpose. One she held dear to her mending heart. It was then and there that she decided she would no longer be the slayer of innocent lives, but a mere varg who would bestow revenge upon all those who had hurt her, and the love she'd once given. In this process, she would give Markaz a great sense of joy--and in her twisted mind, a sure vision that she would be with him when she died. This let her lips crack from a drawn on smile, and into a sinister laugh; a laugh which echoed around her without ripple or fault in the air. It was time to put Markaz's plain into action, and as she thought of the words he had spoken, she walked calmly and silently into the foliage; the leaves closed behind her like curtains of her life.
Yet, if only she had known that in the distance, a wise and also twisted wolf had been watching from the safety of his boundaries. He had moved closer as her laughter rang out, yet couldn't call out to her form. He merely sighed a low moan, and shook his dark head slowly. His mind was torn with thoughts of danger this femme could put herself in, yet as he glanced back up to where she had once stood, Demon had faded--the tears in this varg's eyes glittering relentlessly. So with his head hung low to the ground, and his tassel to match, the mysterious, and somewhat handsome male padded off into a misty landscape; more formally known as 'The Stone Castle'.
Demon's gaze fell upon a cave where pawprints, and scents had led her to. This shadowed predator had followed the leads for nights upon nights--sleeping only during the sunshine hours. She could not stop; she was endlessly tracking this prey. The prints stole the black beast southwards, finally leaving her outside a small human cabin, empty of course. It was covered in spiderwebs, and small bits of broken glass signified a window somewhere; Demon smiled as the tracks split into two pathways; one leading into the cabin, the others leading out. Placing her maw high into the air, she sniffed quietly--the scent was fresh, and thick, almost intoxicationg. That varg was still here, that was for definate.
Demon padded past the oak doorway, the actual door laying on the floor stained with bloody pawprints. Her kean sense of smell joined hastily up with her excellent sight, as a smile stole her maw; she followed the scent into the cabin, her steps not making the slightest of sounds and her muscles rippling dangerously. Since she had been abandoned in her greatest time of need, she had needed to learn more skills for hunting. In all fairness, she was an excellent warrior--her fighting skills were the talk of the valley, yet judging on how fast she had become one of the best warriors, it wasn't surprisingly that she had soon learnt the art of stalking and killing prey to perfection. The truth was simple really, after all, if she hadn't mastered these arts; it was certain she would have starved to death by now. For it all, she was thankful to have spent so many suns in the dark plains beyond the valley--it had turned a twisted and fractured warrior into an efficient killer with undeniable skill, skill which she could now put to the test. Auds suddenly twitched, the thought racing from her skull. She had caught the faint sounds of talking further into the depths of the cabin. Effortlessly, she sprang over a pool of glass fragments, landing neatly next to celler steps. Without second thought, she stalked slowly, and dangerously down the concrete stairway, onward toward revenge. Yet, she froze moments after moving. The strangest sound caught her attention; peering round another doorway, one left completely open, she shuddered slightly. There was a small fireplace on the opposite side of the room, this gave Demon the advantage. Silently, she thanked her good luck, and without heistation, knew that the fireplace would allow enough light to show her the victims of her latest kill were residing. It was true that she could risk being seen too early, yet going by the warrior instincts, she knew where to go to keep herself sealed.As she wandered in and out of shadows, never noticed by the prey ahead, the voices became instantly louder; their scent turning her bloodlust into a slight case of nausea. Yet, then she saw them. Their bodies sprawled out lazily by the fireplace; it was two vargs; one of each gender. Phantom was the female, the male she couldn't recall his indentity. This purely meant to her that he was obviously not worth remembering, and that he was just 'twisted' to be mated with the likes of Phantom.
"Argh, those stupid sparks. They keep floating onto my nose! Why are we waiting here anyway?" The words were fast, and edgy. It was clear Phantom disliked the setting she'd been placed in. Demon pulled her lips into a glowing smile; her auds moving slightly as the words became clearer. "Ha-ha! You shouldn't lay so close then..." That reply was mocked, the sarcasm in the male's tone significantly focused on the whining form of Phantom--maybe these rats weren't mates after all, it was unlikely though. "It's not funny! Shut up--I'm trying to think!" The reply was sharp and angered, like the female had been embarressed by the male's words. It seemed clear that Phantom liked him, yet Demon just felt sick at the thought.
"I'm sure that is something new for you, Phantom," growled a third voice. All heads turned to the doorway--another female appeared, sauntering toward the fireplace. Demon snarled, yet hastily held the remainder of it back. The femme's voice sent anger straight through her; it was the one who'd killed her love. Phantom rose up, eyes fixed on the newcomer constantly. It gave that sense of untrustworthy, even though, Demon knew they were family. "Why are we here? I thought you told us to leave this place...If Demon comes looking for us--" Phantom's words were interrupted. "She won't. But let's hope she does in the future--or my plan will not be fulfilled..." Demon felt herself tense up, the curiousity was pulsing in her veins. This time the male spoke, his eyes breifly travelling over where Demon stood, yet he mentioned nothing of the sort. "Where is Shatocwyn, and her...what would you call it?" All three of the vargs started laughing almost immediantly, yet Demon remained silent--she didn't get the joke. The newcomer, the wolf of white, spoke soon after; all traits of laughter dying away slowly. "She is teaching him the lessons of life...too bad Markaz couldn't!" The ivory female began to chuckle once more, Phantom speaking over it. "Well, we did teach him the lessons of death," Phantom joined in with the laughter of the other female, whilst the third companion, the male, looked at both femmes, deciding to join in as well. Yet, it was obvious, he had no idea why he was laughing, nor what he was laughing about either.
Finally, the white female spoke once more; her crystal gaze fixed on the glowing amber of the flames. "I am going to check on Shatocwyn, and see how our little friend is doing. Phantom, you and Kadin stay here. I'll be right back and then the real fun begins..." Phantom frowned slightly. Her love for Kadin was strong, true, yet his constant drooling problem could drive her mad at times. "All right, but why am I always stuck with drool boy over here?" Kadin began laughing again, the white wolf didn't reply. Demon, who watched in the shadows still, bored beyond knowing, kept her eyes on the female as she walked away; the black bitch was steadying herself, claws flexing; she was waiting for that precise moment, and Kadin's laughter was the perfect diversion. "Will you stop that laughing! Stop it, you idiot. I may love you to pieces, but I could just die putting up with you...!" Phantom froze, another voice drawled into the scene, Demon's voice. "Good idea.." Phantom turned slightly, yet hardly had time to react. Her orbs sprung wide as she saw a shadow lunge toward her, claws aiming right for her neck. She didn't feel anything; all she saw was a flash as the light from the fireplace reflected off Demon's claws. Phantom looked down with a stupid expression on her facade, she wondered why the entire floor around her was starting to become covered in blood. She followed the trail up her body, but her eyes slammed shut before she understood the truth. With a dull thud, Phantom fell lifeless to the floor--another corpse on the demon's list.
"Oh, Um.. Uh, Errr!" Kadin stuttered at first, not taking into concept what he had just seen, yet soon he screamed as loud as he could; the poisonious gaze had turned onto him. "Don't be afraid, Kadin. I'm not going to hurt you..." Kadin looked around dumbly, not knowing what to do. His mind was blank, all he could do was listen. "You don't remember me?" Demon mocked, swinging her tail around and grabbing it with her claws, dangling it before him. Kadin tried to look for an escape route, but then thought of the only thing that might save his life. Turning his eyes down, he stared for a split second at his fallen lover, yet pushed his sight back up at the she-demon. Lifting a shaky paw, he waved at her; something he had done back when they'd first met.
Demon scoffed, not hiding her amusement of this simple creature. Thoughts entered her mind on how she could cage this clown up, and use him for entertainment purposes, yet words of Markaz flooded her skull--the bloodlust back once more. "Awh," she rasped, stepping closer to the male. "Isn't that the cutest...Yes," she paused, a deadly grin lit up by the flames beside her. "That isthe way I want to remember you!" Kadin had one last chance to scream, he watched helplessly as the shadowed devil pounced toward him. He tried a second time, yet he could hardly breathe, let alone scream his terrifyed little heart out. It was all due to a female's jaw clamped firmly on his throat, the devil's jaw.
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