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Post by FALLEN on Jan 24, 2012 23:04:22 GMT -5
Fallen
A mysterious and lonely male wolf made his way through the thick forest area. He rather avoid the town that was filled with other canines and secluded himself only to the forest. It wasn’t that the disliked or mistrusted others, it was more like he didn’t trust himself. He never knew when he would have a black out. Fallen never knew what he would do once he lost consciousness. All he knew for sure was there was many dead bodies when he woke back out. The large wolf was even scared to sleep for the fear of him loosing control of his body. Fallen snaked around the trees, eyes shifting back and forth as to watch for any one who was out here in the darkest parts of the forest.
The wolf looked down at his front right leg to see a large scratch. He had accidentally got his leg caught in the antlers of a strong stag. Of course the large wolf took the beast down, but he had received this wound as a reward. It was his own fault for misjudging the timing, but it was all in the past now. |
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Post by C R O W on Feb 7, 2012 23:28:09 GMT -5
 DEMON. The light of the moon shimmered in her eyes, making them glow in the night. The burnt sienna orbs seemed like fire in the darkness beneath the trees. The wolf's ear twitched as an insect buzzed a few yards away. The feeling of the forest surrounded her, the sounds humming loud in her ears though the night was quiet, the smells filling her muzzle with flora and fauna alike. For a moment she fancied she could even feel the vibration of the earth beneath her paws. Though her disease was not as they told in the stories, she rather preferred the cool touch of the moon to the harsh glare of the sun. The brightness of the day irritated her sensitive eyes. Besides, she was more comfortable in the cold dark of the night. Even if it made others believe she truly was a monster.
DEMON. The form of the dire wolf wound its way through the undergrowth, its complex pelt mottled with moonlight as they filtered down through the leaves. Her pace was relaxed but consistent, a tireless trot that could carry her miles with little effort. Though her body was comfortable, her senses were ever alert. Her harks stood erect, swiveling to and fro as she listened to the sound of the forest. Her eyes panned left and right through the foliage, nose testing the air. From the way she moved it was evident that she was a wolf on a mission. In truth, she was more than just that. She was a warrior with dreams of conquest, a conqueror with a plan to dominate. All she needed was a few followers. A few canines who shared her love of fighting and lust for violence. The best place to find good fighters was far from civilization. Those that were gifted with such abilities often believes them to be a curse, and removed themselves from society in an attempt to save innocent lives. If only they knew what a curse was.
DEMON. It was the musky scent of a male that brought the dire wolf to a halt, bidding her raise her muzzle higher in an attempt to catch a stronger smell on the breeze. Direction. Where was he? The wolf turned her head, eyes narrowing as she caught sight of pelt illuminated by dappled moonlight. She moved toward him, forcing herself to keep her posture relaxed so as not to instigate a fight. Though she'd much prefer to fight the bastard, bleed him dry, and continue on with her journey, she'd never find followers if she killed them all. The wolf pushed through some foliage and came out into the open a good distance from the male. And from the looks of it he'd put up a nice fight. Lamia grinned, her fangs, canines sharpened to deadly points, gleaming the night. "I apologize if I have startled you, that was not my intent." Her voice was sultry and smooth, the tones nerve-racking in their calmness.
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Post by FALLEN on Feb 8, 2012 16:44:59 GMT -5
Fallen
Fallen stopped for a moment to look up at the full moon shining brightly in the inky black sky. It’s light shone through the forest’s canopy. It was night like this under the full moon that he had the least control. He was scared of himself and even more scared of loosing himself to the monster that lived deep within his soul. He hoped that there was someone out there who wouldn’t be weak enough to fall victim to his blood stained fangs. He wanted to belong somewhere, but he knew better than to think like that. He shook his head to rid himself of those empty dreams. He would always be alone, or at least that was what the male thought.
As if on queue, he heard a voice from his left. He turned t look at the speaker, his stance looking relax as to not spark a fight. The speaker was a black she-wolf with crimson red eyes, which seem to glow in the darkness. She looked as if she had emerged from the shadows, rising from the darkness of the forest. Fallen seem to feel a dangerous and mysterious aura coming from her. He knew one wrong step could end in a fight. At first he didn’t respond to the she-wolf, deciding that she didn’t look too hostile. “Who are you?” He asked getting to the point. Years of not being around others had caused him to become one of those who was very blunt and didn’t talk much. He didn’t mind the company, but if he lost control he didn’t know what would happen. |
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Post by C R O W on Feb 9, 2012 15:58:58 GMT -5
DEMON. Lamia took another step, fully freeing her body from the foliage. "I like a wolf who is straightforward. That will get you far with me." Her grin widened for a moment before falling away naturally. Those burnt sienna orbs ranged over is body. "I am Lamia, The Damned One. A cute nickname I picked up in my travels. Among others." Her jaw tightened at the last, her eyes narrowing in displeasure of the memories that ran through her mind. She lifted a paw from the ground an inch or two, preparing to take a step forward, her neck stretching out so she could sniff curiously at him. Suddenly she froze. Her gaze was trained on his wound, her mind filled with the scent of blood. It had been a few hours since her last feeding. Pink tongue ran over sharpened teeth, the tip lingering on the points of her canines.
DEMON. Her eyes filled with a blank hunger, all hints of her thoughts gone. The wolf's lithe form moved forward in fluid steps, seeming to float over the ground like some spectral being. Orbs narrowed, lashes flickering as she met his gaze. "What have we here, darling?" Her voice was soft, slow, seductive. "You've gone and gotten yourself hurt." She came round his side, passing close enough for the very tips of their fur to touch. She wound her way round him like a snake, coming up on his right side. Her position made their height difference clear. She stood over him by 3 or 4 inches, her legs shorter but thicker and more muscular, her skull massive. Her muzzle hovered close to his hark, her sweet breath dancing over his auds. "Let me help you with that." Slowly she lowered her head toward his leg, tongue flicking in and out like a snake's.
DEMON. As an after-thought the wolf paused before moving within range of his wound, peering up at him. "If you'll let me, I can make the pain go away..." It was a promise with unknown conditions. She knew full well that he'd likely reject her offer, even more likely that he'd have already jumped away or attempted to attack. She didn't care for the latter. Let the blood flow. Let it flow so that she could lap it up, savor it, feed on it. Let him be foolish enough to attack her. Maybe, if he put up a good enough fight, she wouldn't kill him. She'd only take her fill. He looked like he'd make a strong fighter, but looks can be deceiving...
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Post by FALLEN on Feb 10, 2012 17:27:33 GMT -5
Fallen
Fallen abruptly pulled away from the she-wolf, for he didn’t like it when others touched him. “I-I’m fine.” He said a little startled by Lamia’s sudden concern for him. Most would believe it to be a good gesture to help someone that is hurt. It didn’t seem like this she-wolf was the type unless it was for her own benefit. Then again he could be misjudging the situation completely. He rather others didn’t touch him at all. “It’s only a scratch so it doesn’t hurt.” He said regaining his composure. It was, in fact, a shallow cut in his leg and it was aching much.
As he looked at her, he seemed to get a little dizzy. No he couldn’t black out now, not when some else was near him. His vision was a little blurry and he shook his head to clear. “I’m sorry I need to go.” He said turning his back to her. That was in fact a very dangerous thing to do, turning your back on a mysterious, yet dangerous canine. Fallen didn’t think of that at he moment. All he wanted to do was leave before he lost control of the beast sleeping within his soul. Before he had time to move the world began to blacken as he slowly lost consciousness and his golden eyes turned to the color of crimson blood.
Other:You can do the fight seen however you want as long as he doesn’t die or get mortally injured.
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