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Post by Celtic. on Oct 24, 2005 19:29:20 GMT -5
A long, eery howl could be heard as a male brust through the trees, yellow eyes ablaze with bloodlust. He ran as fast as his long charcoal stilts could carry him, and when he ran out of the forest, he ran towards the fence. With grace and speed, he leaped over it, scaring the grazing cattle. He didn't howl, he didn't want or need the farmer to wake up. He grinnedas he saw the fear in the cattles' eyes, and he lunged at a young calf. It moaned and whined in fear, and he snapped it's neck with ease. Who's next, m'dears? he toyed, and he laughed. He dragged the calf off, sliding it easily under the fence. Once it was farther into the woods, he began to feast lightly on his meal, more glad that he had killed rather than for the food. Of course, his bloodlust had smmered down a little, but not by much. He howled again, this time the howl was looped with victory upon a fresh kill. Evil mocked his huge half dire bulk.
Dusk was back in town.[/center][/sup][/color]
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Post by Talla on Oct 24, 2005 19:35:40 GMT -5
Auds twitched as the femma took in the howl, wondering who it's sorce was. Mitts carried her towards the area in which the howl had came, and soon, she began to lope towards it, curiousity mounting. She skidded to a stop as she soon sented blood. A quick sniff of the air, and she had the sent in which she could follow instead of her ears.
Nose lowerd to the ground as she came to a trail of blood left by the calf being drug. She followed it swiftly, untill she could see the maker. A bru. Oracles showed a bit of distrust towards any bru as she made her way towards him, slowly. and gingerly.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 24, 2005 19:46:11 GMT -5
D usk lingered about his kill, circling around it like a vulture would. A grin lined his charcoal jowls, and as he stopped circling, he looked up at around. My, my. How joyous my return has been. First a kill, and then a pretty face. Dusk smiled in amusement. M'dear femme, I am Dusk. Pleasure to meet you. Charm reached the surface, and he smiled at the fae, not taking another step closer. He sat upon his his strong, scar riddled haunches and looked at her. If you wish, you may have the kill. This...worthless being, shall I say?...was merely a sacrifice to calm my bloodlust. I plan to find something better, less....less soft. He spoke yet again, voice alluring, charming. He smiled at the fae. How rude of me, I have not given you a chance to speak for yourself. I do apologize, m'lady. Inside, Dusk was laughing at his own words. Outside, Dusk was acting like a charming Light, though his aura, which anyone could read, was as dark as the devil.[/center][/sup][/color]
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Post by Talla on Oct 24, 2005 19:54:33 GMT -5
Brow raised as she soon stopped a few feet away from him and the calf. She still didn't trust him. " I do not intend to feed off others, as a parasite would. I can take care of myself, thank you. And besides, you killed it, you eat it. It would be a waste to waste it on my empty stumach..." Tassel twitched as she sat and looked down, before looking up quickly, wanting to make sure no one thought her weak, for she was no near the word's defination.
Maw parted slightly as she looked at him, but no words came forth as she tried to figure out what was off about him. She knew he was as dark, if not more, than her brother, Ominous. She knew the type, and knew how to try to get to the heart of them.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 24, 2005 20:03:06 GMT -5
Suite yourself, M'dear. I was merely offering you food, of which vultures and foxes will probably dispose of later. Dusk blinked, grinning. This fae didn't bother him. Not many faes had ever gotten to him. Very few were different. Light faes...now that was a different subject. He could torture them nonstop. It was just so fun to torture females of the Light nature. Dusk gave a pleased sigh, the memories of torturing Light femmes making his natural bloodlust, his natural high, a thing that he would have to keep down at the moment. It was hard, for him, at least, to keep in a sitting position, when he wanted to go find something to torture. I do believe that I do not know your alias. I know that I have told you mine, but I shall repeat - my alias, is Dusk, M'dear, what might your's be? [/sup][/color]
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Post by Talla on Oct 24, 2005 20:09:24 GMT -5
" My dubbing, if it is of any importance, is Talla." Her tone was a bit deep, for that was it's natural pitch when cautious. She could not help it, for she had lived with brus all her life, and they taught her the way of life by force. Everything was forced upon her, besides breeding. No one ever fully got to her that way, thought many tried. Too many to count.
A light sigh released from her as she still tried to figure this bru out, though it was impossiable for now. She was too tired, and too hungry to contemplate someone at the moment. Her oracles locked on his, trying to show him she was no force to be taken lightly. She was dark as well, though not as dark as most. She was sort of two-faced at times. This being one of those times. Inside, she was still as dark as she was born, but outside, she was acting lighter than normal.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 24, 2005 20:19:28 GMT -5
Well, M'dear Talla, you look to be fatigued. Shall I leave you be, or no? [/b] Charming smirk plastered itself onto his jowls, and he looked at her with dark yellow mirrors. Sharp, bloodstained ivories were displayed, glinting in the soft moonlight. The blood from the dead calf was spilling onto the ground, spreading about, just barely reaching the side of his left pad. Dusk stood. Walking closer to the calf, mirrors locked upon Talla's until he looked down, baring his ivories and lunging his head down, caninies sinking into the calf's soft flesh. When Dusk lifted his jowls from the animal, his charcoal peltry covered in the dark crimsom of the blood, he spit out the flesh. That was possibly the most dreadfull, nastiest thing I have eveer tasted. He said aloud, more to himself. He did not bother to clean his pelt. He liked blood to stain the dark charcoal bristles, it showed his true side, his true alliance. But he liked it better when he was bathed in a Light's blood.[/sup][/color][/center]
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Post by Talla on Oct 24, 2005 20:26:17 GMT -5
A slight smirk creased her maw as she heard those words. "I'll take your word for it...I really don't care what you deside to do, for it is your life, not mine." Tassel twitched as crainium raised to the sky, as she sented another, her brother. "Oh, perfect. Like I need a dictator breathing down on my back.." She mummbled angerly to herself, oracles showing her true nature as she searched for her brother to make his enterence. "Ominous sibling, show yourself. Tis no use to hide from the daughter of Destiny and Devil" She always mocked her brother by stateing her parentage.
Her brother was miles away, but she knew he would be here soon, and would hear her as she sented him. She looked back to Dusk, smirk still on her face lightly.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 27, 2005 16:32:58 GMT -5
Dusk looked at the femme dubbed Talla when she spoke of an 'Ominous'. Well, M'dear, looks like we have company, if your words were true... He said, hazy yellow mirrors looking at her. He stood and shook his thick black pelt, his breath crystallizing into fog in front of his face as he exhaled.
OOC: Errg, sort of museless. I have muse, but I need a fresh post to get it going...sorry so short, Talla.
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Post by Talla on Oct 27, 2005 19:54:01 GMT -5
"Still as thingyy as ever, sibling?" A dark,deep voice rang through the forest as Ominous padded to Talla and Dusk. "Why state your mother and our father like they were a tag? Just....nevermind. I'd rather not discuss it. I'd rather give you a fight,sister" A toothy grin crossed his maw as he ignored Dusk, and kept his oracles on his sister.
"It's not thingyyness, sibling, that tells me I can beat you in anything we do. It's the heart." Talla knew she was being a bit thingyy, but that wasn't her fault. She was born to beat her brohter in everything.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 27, 2005 20:35:04 GMT -5
Dusk's lively yellow mirrors widened ever so slightly as the charcoal bulk of a male entered the clearing. He smiled, white, blood-stained ivories glinting. He didn't wait to be recognized. He was in no packland, and this bru, seemingly Talla's brother, was no alpha. He didn't have the regal status. 'Lo, bru. My alias is Dusk. Ignore me if you desire. Dusk said, nodding his head and standing.
OOC: Eek...muse...slipping..
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Post by Talla on Oct 29, 2005 8:49:44 GMT -5
Auds shiverd as another sound enterd. One of a bru. Ominous had known he was there, and he knew he was ignoreing him, but he really didn't care about eather of those things. "And my alias is of no importance here..."" Oracles moved from his sister to Dusk.
A soft sighed espaced Talla as she sat, watching both her brother and Dusk, wondering. She wonderd if a spar will take place here, or not.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 30, 2005 14:16:03 GMT -5
A sheepish smirk crossed Dusk's jowls. He shrugged, not really caring. His skull turned as he heard a twig snap a little further away in the woods, a dark shadow with yellowish-orange mirrors glittering in the darkness. Devilish smirk replaced the sheepish one as a tall, thin black femmice stepped into the clearing.
Well, well, well. the femmice began. Look what the rats dragged in. She turned her head nonchalantly toward the other two beings across from them, but turned her skull back when Dusk spoke. [/sup] Eck, I've been around. Where have you been, sister? Running around? Ha, I doubt so. Dusk joked around, and then added seriously, But, where have you been Luna?Luna rolled her eyes. She didn't answer, but she lowered herself to her haunches. Again, she looked over her shoulders towards the other wolves, yellow-orange mirrors looking them over before she looked back at her sibling.[/center]
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Post by Talla on Oct 30, 2005 19:41:16 GMT -5
Oracles of both Ominous and Talla looked over the new femma, but not taking much interest. They were too deep in thought to really care about anything else at the moment.
Mitts carried Ominous a few feet away from the others. "Sister, I will be back. Remember what our grandfather always said..." A smirk crossed his maw as he started to lope from the site.
Talla chuckled as she took in her brother's words. She always thought her grandfather was a wise one at times, and at some times, a lunitic. She softly utterd her grandfather's words. "A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything...."
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 30, 2005 19:55:22 GMT -5
Luna, her back still to the femmice, tilted her skull to the left and looked at the bru as he left. She licked her maw and looked at her brother. My, who might this be, Dusk? Luna stood and moved closer to her brother, back to the femmice, and whispered into his ear loud enough for the other to hear, Your nw playtoy? Glittering yellow-orange mirrors laughed at Dusk as he glared at her.
Luna, go back to your own sick, twisted, demented world, and leave mine. Dusk snapped in a low, guttral tone, hatred flickering in his yellow pools. He watched as Luna laughed at him, and his eye twitched, he felt like killing her, he knew that he very well could just snap her neck. It woud be easy, as thin as she was, but she was a quick litte minx, lithe and agile. He grunted and stood, head butting her in the side so that she would leave.
Luna laughed, outloud this time, as she dodged Dusk. This was all to funny to her. I would like to go back to my own world, but it seems that I, and others, she said, looking at Talla, are stuck ere. She gave a twisted smirk of a smile towards Talla, evenly placing her pads onto the route out of the clearing. On her way, she let out a howl. Eery, full of laughter. [/sup][/center]
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Post by Talla on Oct 30, 2005 20:00:42 GMT -5
Brow raised as she watched the two, wondering what they were talking about. It was like herself and her own brother, though Ominous and Talla SEEMED to love each other like siblings would, they hate each other deep down.
Oracle watched as Luna left the site, wondering still what she had meant. She sort of knew, but was unsure. "Well, who am I to ask?" She whisperd softly to herself, knowing that Dusk would have heard her, most likely.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 30, 2005 20:10:10 GMT -5
Dusk looked after Luna. Wench! He snarled after her, auditives pinned his skull, mirrors glittering with anger. She called you that to...irritate me...she always succeeds...with that much, anyway... Dusk was so angry he could barely talk, and when he did he had to take frequent breaths. He shook his head when at last his sister was out of view, opening his mouth and then clenching his jowls shut. If he had the nerve, he would have went after Luna, and killed her, but he just had to work it up first, somehow.... He looked over at Talla. I am sorry for that wench's actions, Talla. He apologized. [/center]
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Post by Talla on Oct 30, 2005 20:14:24 GMT -5
"Then why not escape the sibling?" This always worked for Talla, for her brother got to much for her. She was easily annoyed. Ominous was always trying to get her to fight, always trying to annoy her to the brink of insanity. "You cannot control your sibling's actions...trust me..." She scoffed slightly, knowing this for a fact, wishing if it were only possible. Her brother was always in her way.
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Post by Celtic. on Oct 30, 2005 20:22:46 GMT -5
Dusk sighed. T'is not that simple, for me. She...has something in her mind that allows her to find my exact location. Lucky her He said bitterly, nostrils flaring with annoyance. His sister was a true evil wench, right down to the bone. It didn't suprise him, as he was more evil than her, but she was different, in some way...
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Post by Talla on Oct 30, 2005 20:28:23 GMT -5
She sighed as Talla looked at Dusk, wondering still. She shrugged knowing she shouldn't ask. "Grandfather said That which does not kill me, makes me stronger. He also said Familiarity breeds contempt - and children." The thought of pups made her shutter. Little vermin were all pups were. Annoyences to the highest extent.
She never wanted pups, but if she would only find someone to accept her for her, than maybe she would deal with them. She shook that from her mind.
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Post by Celtic. on Nov 4, 2005 19:12:46 GMT -5
Wise words. Dusk said, shrugging. Perhaps... He grinned, shining white ivories glinting in the soft moonlight. He stood, blood having soaked his hindquaters and tassel, and begin to walk toward a small but efficiant stream where he lapped up some water. When his maw touched the crystal clear liquid, a small stream of crimson spread out from his maw.
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Post by Talla on Nov 4, 2005 19:24:00 GMT -5
Talla watched as her oracles looked around the darkness, how she liked it. Darkness, her friend was, as she never felt truely at home with all the cheery lighter ones. They were awefuly annoying to her, and desurve her scorn and the feeling of her ivories into their flesh. This is what she truely wanted.
A sigh escaped her as she laid down, looking at Dusk. He seemed like her, in someways, but not much.
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Post by Celtic. on Nov 22, 2005 20:42:32 GMT -5
Dusk looked at Talla. He snorted, tossing back his crest and howling. The frozen ground beneath his paws sent a very small cold chill up his spine, and he shook his pelt, yawning.
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