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Post by cypress on Sept 16, 2012 16:15:07 GMT -5
gypseys tramps and thieves
I HEAR IT FROM THE PEOPLE OF THE TOWN
gypseys tramps and thieves Now, who would be foolish enough to cross the path of such a female? Nobody that she had met had been foolish enough, actually. The female was filled with a rage that not a lot of others she had met before possessed. Of course, that was possibly the reason she had wanted so badly to be apart of Hell. She'd heard so many things revolving around violence and bloodshed.. cruelty and infinite rage that swept through the pack. Wolves that had illnesses like bi-polar and schizophrenia. Oh, how much it ruffled her insides to think of such things.. wolves she could relate to. Although she was eager to meet the infamous Malevolent, the female had decided to stop by the Drei river and grab a drink and possibly a snack.. The thought of torn flesh and fresh blood sent a tingle down her spine.. a sweet tingle, one she enjoyed. 'Murder.. Murder.. worthless creatures who think they stand a chance in life. No, never..'
[/color] The thought allowed her to smile.. a wicked smile that would make anyone cringe. Fever was a sick minded young female, no remorse or regret would ever run through her for the horrible things she had previously done. She had a wicked dream of ruling the lands of Hell someday.. screw the other two packs. A plan, she had deep inside, to take it over and migrate to further lands she'd come across in her travels.. if you thought about it, it was a good idea. Her intentions were not only wicked, but were filled with promise. Maybe something Malevolent would someday appreciate. 'Oh, lover.. The Romeo of crimson wishes, my dear lover..'[/color] Did she think she'd someday be able to rule alongside him? No, not truly. She was a pyscho, though. In her mind, the black brute already belonged to her.. and that was something that would never go over well. Her cackle rang through the area with that, it was amusing to think he would deny her. She was too conceited to believe anyone could live up to her standards. She was the most beautiful, the strongest, the fastest.. The cool water smiled up at her, welcoming and promising all in one. Calmly, the female dropped to her stomach and rolled to her back, sighing dreamily. "Clear waters of Drei, please tell me.. who is fairest maiden of all?"[/color] another cackle escaped her maw. She turned to her belly and draped one of her paws in, looking at her reflection and giggling. "Me. Well of course, my lovely autumn breeze.. say my name. Say it."[/color] her voice turned into a soft, elegant whisper. And with that, her maw touched the water and she sucked in her fair share. It's cool texture spilled down her throat, and made her tingle once more. Fever loved autumn; it could be as cold as winter, but it was high and dry much like the summer time. There was no ice to prevent her from wandering far and wide along the lands and beyond. The femme was getting ready to leave, actually, when she heard something in the distance. A laugh, possibly? Was somebody mocking her? Swiftly, the female got up, turning her rump to the river and standing with haunches lifted. The female wanted to bare teeth, but she didn't in case it was a false alarm; she didn't want to seem too jumpy. Somewhere out there she could hear footsteps, and impatiently and snarled. It was short and too the point. "Who dares mock me?"[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Word count: 589 |
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Sept 17, 2012 6:39:01 GMT -5
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Elongated limbs heaved across the stems of grass, crushing the fragile stalks with ease. Transparent irises idly skimmed over the terrain, taking note of the foliage that swayed ever so slightly. Shoulders were descended in a rather careless posture, his gait was even but a bit hurried. The silhouette lumbered with purpose, seeking out the pure water supply of Drei, his gaze reflected the hues around him like mirrors. Feral was in a relatively decent mood, aged blood was crusted along his physique, revealing the additions to his scars. Before coming out here, he had been attacked by a rouge and he happily fought him, being he obvious victor and no remorse for his most likely dead victim. Slate hued pelt was a bit dingy; he had no care to groom it since he never wanted to impress anything.
Bushes peeled away revealing the river that coursed through Einser, the soothing trickle entered his ear canals which gave him a throbbing headache, what seemed tranquil or beautiful to some people, Feral thought was repulsive and putrid. Pausing he observed a ebony clad female speaking to herself, Great… another wolf that seemed full of themself. His thoughts glumly echoed in his head, remembering the idiotic Koshero and his ranting’s on being the creator of all. “Clear waters of Drei, please tell me.. who is fairest maiden of all?" "Me. Well of course, my lovely autumn breeze.. say my name. Say it."The female’s voice seemed like it was tinged with a scathing heat, which forced him to cackle amusingly. The rasped laughter lightly filled the air, it seemed unused since he never spoken much. “Who dares mock me?” Her voice was challenging which sent his pelt to prickle immediately; his eyelids curtained his dull gaze ever so slightly in a narrow. Feral was the sibling of Malevolent; however Feral lost his composed side meaning he was easily set off at every moment.
“That would be me.”
Feral allowed his hoarse voice to pulse into the ears of the female before him; expression was crinkled into an expression of rage. Identifying her scent as a Hell wolf didn’t even force the brute to hesitate, he merely charged from the foliage, his broad shoulders pumped like pistons before he abruptly ceased his gait entirely, inches from her. Snorting in an annoyed fashion he addressed her once more, physique trembling with savage anger before he finally could speak once more, however it sounded like a mixture of rumbling. “Who are you? I never seen you around before in Hell,” dense tail swiped in an arc as he took a rugged posture, latex textured lips permanently lifted into a snarl. Onyx dyed pupils shifted toward the enticing depths of the water, his tongue immediately felt parched within the crevice of his
mouth.
Remembering now his first goal upon going here, he pivoted upon a paw and abruptly dipped almost his entire facial region into the chilling pool. Peach hued muscle was scooping water frantically within his jaws before he recoiled back, his visage and throat was thoroughly sulked, splattering the canvas below ever so slightly with the droplets. Once he had finished his not that all graceful drink, he once more faced her, his disposition seemed calmed a bit from the refreshment. With the newly sodden regions of his pelt, his scars were clearly visible, especially the mangled ear he received at a young age from his caring brother. Feral was indeed a feral creature however and was unfazed by any battle, until one kills him of course.
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Post by Jinket on Sept 17, 2012 16:32:14 GMT -5
It's funny you,
should think me afraid.
Being stealthy and silent was perhaps Macabre's greatest traits. She could be soundless in nearly any environment, trained in them all. Her understanding of wind directions and currents was quite elaborate in that intelligent cranium of her's and it was a blessing for now as Bree over heard the speaking of two lupine. At first, she had heard but a lone voice and the words weren't able to be made out. Now, however, she was getting closer and closer. Her slender frame moved like a phantom among the trees, slipping around their trunks and stepping over their dead sticks and leaves. Those precious, icy blue oculars were gazing straight ahead. Her direction wouldn't dare fade now, not when something interesting could be happening. Getting closer, she heard the voices much clearer now. One was that of a female and a bitchy sounding one at that. Bree allowed a sneer to cross her face. Perhaps a challenge would be in store for her and Bree was never one to pass such an offer up.
Who dares mock me? Macabre paused now, a forelimb caught in the air, suspended for a moment. A male's voice was heard just a few moment's later. A rather cocky sounding brute seemed to make his way through to the female. That would be me. He questioned her being from Hell as well as her calling and for a moment, Bree wondered if he was from the Hell pack as well. A roll of her orbs had taken them for a spin. Her being had meet more than her fair share of the Hell pack and so far, they had been quite a bore. Nothing good had come from any meeting with each lupine and Bree wondered some more about weather one day she would have to murder one of them. An enjoyment it would be to see their orbs staring back at her, slowly loosing the life a higher power had placed within them. She cringed with a twisted lust before breathing out silently. Macabre pondered if she should make her presence unknown, but decided against it. What fun would that be; Hiding in the shadows like a coward hiding behind a snarling mother.
Bree waited not a second more before going the rest of the way and then shrugging through the vegetation as it grasped at her rather handsome white pelt that was splashed and stained with grey. For a moment, now a word was spoken out of her muzzle as she looked down the male, point blank, and then the female herself. Bree had arrived on the side the male happened to be on, nevertheless the lunge between the river might not prove to be difficult. Her features were calm, collected, and any emotion was swiped clean. Tuning her gaze into the female the Hellion herself began speaking. "Are you naturally that self-conceded or did your momma tell you that you were beautiful?" A knotted eyebrow was raised in question before smirking softly, a change in her features that was barely seen. All her emotion remained in those orbs as the black pupils were narrowed into slits onto the female. Bree could be considered quite feline though she didn't lack much in mass and the narrowing of her orbs added to this effect.
Shifting those eyes away from the wolfess, they landed on the male with nothing short of a snicker. She dully noted his mangled ear and asked rather bluntly, "What happened to your ear?" Macabre was never one to beat around the bush, but instead drove straight through the middle like a torch on fire, setting blaze to everything in her path. What did she have to fear? What he going to attack her for a question? Bree would've smiled at that thought had she been alone. If anyone attacked her, she was prepared. As her for rudeness, well, Bree didn't really give a shit. They could leave for all she cared, but she doubted that. The male may have, but the female seemed much too set on showing everyone how much better she was than anyone else.
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Post by FOX !? on Sept 18, 2012 16:29:38 GMT -5
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she could hear whispering. the hushed, muted tones that seeped through the bark and slid like sand through the leaves. as the small noises blew into the tilted ears of a little black female, her gaze was already narrowing and her nostrils slowly flaring, breathing in a great gulp of air to locate and pinpoint just where everything was. the squeeze of pain that flared in her chest and seized her breath had a mute wheeze escaping her that made her coil into her self and pant as quietly as she could. the mind bending power that now pushed through her brain, the power she was not completely focussing on was now making tranquil, soothing relief spread through her blood. but not only that, the little femme's body was slowly disappearing. her fur began to blend in with the bark, her tail cuffing the grass and seeming to melt into the thin green blades. a soft tinkling sound echoed very softly as zecora's small build had her shoulders rocking forward, paws aching to propel her into a loping run. but the faint nausea of her disease still lingered in her breath. her eyes watered, and as she tossed her head furiously, she took another gulp of air. it was at this specific moment that zecora's chameleon-like self rocketed forward, paws seizing the hard, cold earth. she darted in and out of the trees, bouncing over the leaves, careful not to bump or step on anything that might give her away.
with every step she took, the continuing voices became louder, steadier, and easier to make out. one was definitely male. the guttural tone that ebbed from his vocals was enough to define that dwindling thought in her mind. however by now the hysterical thoughts were flooding her, encasing her in a little metallic barrier that seemed to shield her from real thought. " sounds like a party down here, eh? how come there's a few hell members down here? the drought getting you're tongue's dry? " she crowed, tongue slipping out of her mouth as she landed onto the grass behind them in a low crouch, prowling forward in a manner that suggested a spider's inching stride.
the she-wolf's bright golden eyes glinted savagely in the light. the whooshing sound of the water had zecora flickering her ears to rid herself of the noise. but at once she landed her pivoting orbs of sight on the other female whom she had heard first. " you're a sassy little thing, thinkin' you're so good looking. it's hard to find pretty women in hell, girlie. i could very easily ruin that little mirage you seem to have wrapped around you. cause sweetie, i don't find you appealing at all. " she said, tilting her head and snickering cruelly under her breath. it was at that time that they might have realized that the lupine speaking in such a brash, rude manner and making fun of everything they'd said, didn't seem to be there. her paws had blended into the grass, her body reflecting everyone else just like the water.
but by now zecora's thick black fur was creeping back along her body. the slight depressing note of her powers retreating and hiding away in her chest to hurt her later had the female shaking herself vigorously. the wheezing coming from her snout had her moving off to the side and shaking her head. however the moment all of her fur was back in place and a shadow slipped over the grass, zecora laughed aloud again.
" cat got your tongue? " she sneered, paws pressing into the ground as she drew herself closer.
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Post by cypress on Sept 18, 2012 17:43:07 GMT -5
"And who is me? A useless mut who dares pass me? Who dare come to me with such a cross attitude? Who dare come to me and give me lip and a lack of respect? Me is a mongrel, from what I can hear.."
[/color] the thing was, for such an awful wench, she demanded respect and gave you the respect you deserved for doing so. She wasn't the nicest, but that was something she valued. Now, her eyes moved along the male. Fever feared no one. The female stood tall and chest out, ears up, and brows raised at the male as he charged from the forest before her. Of course, a part inside of her cringed, but visibly the the male, she stood tall and proud. This male could be a handsome one, though scathed and battered.. cuts and scars all across his body, and as she sniffed the tense air, a familiar scent swirled inside her. A warming feeling. 'Malevolent? So, you could be precious to me..'[/color] she thought, brow raising further as she detected another wolf coming. This time, though, she didn't make a move, just narrowed her eyes to tiny, cat-like slits and stared straight ahead of her. Of course she was focused on the male, though she refused to let her gaze from from where he had entered the scene. There was a moment of silence and peace, of course until the male spoke once more. His harsh voice was already proving to be a nuisance to her. Though, he questioned who she was. And the chocolate smeared female pondered a moment, wondering if she should share that with him.. And of course, she would. The femme sighed and shrugged her shoulders, turning her head from the male as a devious smirk pulled at her lips. "My name is Fever,"[/color] she stated confidently, standing tall once more and flicking a tail at the male to her side. He seemed pretty thirsty, as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. Amused, she shifted her body to face him a bit more. "You are a family member of the alpha, no?"[/color] It wasn't really a question, more as.. confirming her suspicions. Oh how wonderful it would be to be able to use him for her own deeds soon. Of course, she knew it wouldn't be easy. He was much too smart for immediate action to be taken... the thoughts swept through the female, causing her to chuckle to herself, and then become fully aware that another was gaining on them. Before the new comer had even spoken or gotten through the foliage, Fever raised her brows and laughed, the tension in the air being obsorbed into her ego. And, soon enough she gazed to her side to Macabre emerging, which actually made her smile.. she was already aware who this one was, oddly enough. "Are you naturally that self-conceded or did your momma tell you that you were beautiful?"Fever lowered her head, eyes closed. Though a strange, Hyena-like cackle erupted from her maw again, as her head got thrown back a bit and came down with bright blue eyes focused on Bree. With a quick glance to the male, she turned her body to the female, chuckling. "Why would I need some dumb bitch telling me how I'm gorgeous? And why is it any worry of yours? Of course, it isn't, at all. You just seem to think it is. Though, you should shut your trap now and shove it up your ass, if you know what's good for you."[/color] As that was said, she spoke again and then another was approaching. The female could feel it within her, and uncomfortably, she shifted again, feeling the new wolf grow closer.. and closer.. and closer. Until she had appeared behind them. Though most would have jumped, Fever stood there, yawning and then licking her chops. "Sounds like a party down here, eh? How come there's a few hell members down here? The drought getting you're tongue's dry?"[/i][/color][/s] the voice made her raise a brow - - clearly female. Just another bitch to deal with, really. Curiously, she turned her head and barley noticed another being there. She wouldn't have believed it, except when she went to turn away, the black furred female began to become noticable. Right then, at the expense of Zecora, the chocolate smudged female cackled again, head shaking. "You're right, it is a party eh? One that the likes of you surely wouldn't be invited to."[/color] Then the black femme spoke of Fever's beauty again, making her lips pull back in a full-faced grin. "I'm quite amused as to why you two girls are so concered about my ego. A little jealous are we? Seems that way.."[/color] Though it seemed like it, she wasn't expecting to hit any nerves with these two girls. The male, though, maybe sometime soon. However, she was more interested in the two females at the moment. With that, she turned to completely face Zecora now, slowly prancing towards her.. though when they were close, she veered to the side and began a circle around her. Her thoughts faltered for a moment and went back to what she was previously speaking of. Someday, she would rule these wenches. They'd be ants underneath her feet as she walked, ants in a world of elephants. They'd beg and plead at her feet for forgiveness, and there she would get the respect she would get. But that was okay, really. She was willing to wait. What a dream she had, though. She wanted so much to explain everything to the world. Her plans. Her brutal war. Her reign over new lands! A tingle was scent down her spine. To think, Malevolent ruled and could do so much more with his pack. To move to further away lands would be promising - - more land to conquer, more roaming wolves to capture and enslave. She'd rule a kingdom by the side of her husband. 'Husband..' Oh, the sick thoughts that suddenly ran through her mind and brought her back to reality. She'd almost forgotten where she was, but her gaze fell on the black femme, who she had almost completely circled. She pad closer to the black female, pursing her lips a bit. "Pur.."[/color][/i] she whispered at Zecora, flagging her tail and trotting back to her original spot. She was vibrating with lust for blood at this point, standing in the middle of them all now. 'Come on, my pretties.. rip me apart.. eat my flesh. Let the water run with crimson of a dying soul..'[/color] Oh no, she was ready to rumble. But of course, she refused to attack until she learned more of the two females - - if they could be of use to her in the future. As she calmed her nerves, Fever looked back to Bree and Feral, then curiously to Zecora. Oh, how would this end.. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Word count: 1159 |
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Post by ᴥCheriaᴥ on Sept 18, 2012 19:17:26 GMT -5
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Like an idle lump, Feral was firmly reclined casually upon his hindquarters, expression a bit jaded as he shifted his gaze toward Fever. Feral was not really the most observant type, his mind usually clouded over to give into sheer instinct. Propelled from savage ferocity without a hint of commonsense or hesitation, yes Feral would indeed murder a member of his pack…. or even a blood relative. Feral contained traits of Vlandole, the previous alpha. Being the runt of the litter, he was constantly mauled brutally, Feral always from then on kept to himself and detached. However sudden anger began to boil from him suddenly unleashing random spurts of rage. Feral’s real name is not feral, same for Malevolent. Shortly after the random episodes, Malevolent dubbed his little brother ‘Feral’, while Malevolent got his name from random wolves. The episodes grew more extreme, to the point Feral left the entire pack to live the life away from people he cared about... or was it to escape the pain of being tortured? Usually with the dingy clad lupine attacked, it was never a gentle encounter, he never ceased until he was satisfied.
"My name is Fever," “You are a family member of the alpha, no?"
Joints within his thick neck adjusted to face the ebony hued female, expression seemed unreadable as if in a dreamlike state; eyelids ever so slightly curtained his transparent irises giving him a rather harmless demeanor, easily controlled. Feral tested the name within his mind, attempting to recall any familiarity from the feminine canine, one he couldn’t place her within his memory he merely snorted a bit before replying. “You are… correct, I am Feral. The younger brother of Malevolent.” Voice was like grinding glass, it was so unused and worn from being detached from social life, not a care in a world for friendship. The random chuckles hinted to the male that she meant trouble, or was insane either one, however he couldn’t fathom how he would be that amusing to randomly laugh around. Heaving to his wide circumference paws he stood broadly displaying total dominance over the female before the obvious voice of another female drifted into his ear canals. Feral tensed, his scar dappled pelt prickled with surprise since he didn’t notice she had approached. "Are you naturally that self-conceded or did your momma tell you that you were beautiful?" At first he was a bit boggled once again by the words, groaning he attempted to translate the speech within his head, lack of social skills proving difficult. Feral didn’t see beauty in any of the two females, however Feral never had a perspective of what was beautiful and what was not.
Skimming her a bit more, Feral’s nostrils flared to inhale her earthy scent, no hint of Hell lingered upon her dense strands of fur. Feral immediately stiffened and almost allowed a protesting snarl to ripple his gullet to stick up for Fever, which happened to contain more life then a rouge would. However venom saturated words cascaded from the parted crevice of Fever’s jaws, deeply descending chest bunched in amusement, tight laughter emitted from his lips. This female seemed to contain a rather good fire within his petite figure; it seemed to entice him to want to spar with her which forced a thin smirk to display. Feral was lulled into a rather rare state, he seldom smile or laughed unless it was mocking or in pure bliss from ripping open someone. It was short lived; the smoldered pigmented female fastened her azure gaze upon him before allowed words of pure bluntness to enter his ear canals.
“What happened to your ear? “
Drowsily he gawked at the two before coming to the realization that he once again almost lost control. His entire physique was still trembling form his will to keep control, it was a mystery how he was able to seal away the bestial side, however it warned him that he was on a sensitive mood today and that there was a chance he could lose it. Finally his hoarse voice chocked from his tight throat to answer her question, “When I was…younger, Vlandole. my father constantly took pleasure in seeing his members conflict against each other, and Malevolent was forced to fight me, obviously he managed to leave a permanent reminder,” the episode was still fresh within his fogged skull, almost reenacting the pain of the fangs tearing into the tissue and cartilage. Feral silently hoped that wouldn’t mention his problem, it might set him off and he wouldn’t know how to face Malevolent if his once again killed or severely injured one of his members, most likely wouldn’t care but he didn’t want to test it and find out. “Who might you be then, rouge?” he enjoyed names so if he ever fought her then he could know her identity how he enjoyed fights.
Suddenly a sickly manipulative voice drenched his eardrums, it was familiar but when he suddenly jerked his gaze to identify her, she wasn’t there. Then the silhouette began to manifest from nowhere, it astonished him but she seemed a bit shaken up from the display. Zecora was hacking like she was infected with a devastating sickness and it dawned on him, she might have one of those mysterious diseases that Malevolent explained to him, bestows them with ability but with consequences. Despite her sickness Feral refused to pity her, Zecora was a big girl and didn’t need to be babied. “Well hello, Zecora. Glad you could make it, who could miss Malevolent’s perfect emissary.” His voice was teasing but it was a mutual tone, he didn’t like nor hate her but he’ll have to tell Malevolent of her strange condition. Feral was a bit boggled by feminine disputes, the three of them seemed a bit edgy… must be a female thing, he demised the thoughts and repositioned his posture so he stood erect. Feral was a master of being unpredictable, no one was safe around him, no one could read him, he was the untamable creature that never seemed to diminish.
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Post by Jinket on Sept 23, 2012 11:26:29 GMT -5
It's funny you,
should think me afraid.
Bree's unfazed orbs turned to a sudden movement. At first nothing appeared there, but then the forming of a shape took place. A lupine emerged and though her face didn't show her interest, Bree's mind was overwhelmed it in. What did this female have? She made a mental note to ask about it later, getting more information on this... disease and how it worked. Macabre, having been to interested in the appearing of the female, completely failed to hear what she had to say nor did she really care. Words meant little to nothing to her. Bree could shrug them off her back in a seconds notice. Fighting, now that was more of her style and a style she was all too use to. After appearing, it seemed it had made the female momentarily sick, like it had pained her to use a power, if that was even what it was called. Bree didn't find herself fearful of this female lupine. Her sweet, manipulating voice didn't hardly faze Bree. Instead, Bree was much to similar to let anyone, but her own mind get to her. "A cat? No. I'd prefer something on more interest having my tongue than a cat. Do tell. What disease or rather, impurity, that goes through you as it just did?" Macabre remarked before turning to face the rather sassifed lupine. A small smirk fell on her facial features before she shifted completely around to look at her. That crafty dome tilted to the side as she narrowed her pupils in. Oh, how she would love to see the female dead, bathing in her own blood on the earth. It would soak the strands, the dirt, and it would consume Bree's own melt for a long while, perhaps drying to a crisp.
A hiss of laughter suddenly broke the silence that had befell around them. "Hm, It's a worry because, well it's actually quite amusing. Please, continue to admire yourself in the water. I'll admire it too, only after I get to wear your hide as my own and wash in your blood. Is that jealous enough for you?" She questioned before taking a step closer, as to invade more space between them. "I'll shut my trap and shove it up my ass, when you are no longer here. Until then, I think it would be amusing to see yourself getting all worked up. I may be jealous, but insecurities do not rack my body as you. I can take care of those, if you'd like. I can make you look.... perfect." As Macabre spoke the last part, she allowed a purr in perfect, rolling her pink tongue before shifting her weight on her back paws and turning toward the male. Just like that, Bree had her words and was finished. Course, attacking her was still on Macabre's mind. She wanted it now. That lust for blood. She wanted to see this lupine who went by the name Fever. Her attitude, her personality. Macabre wanted to wreck and destroy it all by herself. Just the through of it turned her on before she threw the thoughts away. Now was not the time to give into that little bit of insanity, swarming her mind.
Her orbs were now permanent only the male lupine as he seemed to somewhat struggle with what she had asked. However, she made no remarks and let him think about whatever was going on in that mind, interested, but not willing to show it. Continuing to struggle, Bree waited with patience, humming all the while to get herself back into a peaceful state of calmness, though she wasn't sure if she would be able to that. That bitch had brought up the lust and now it was coursing through her bodice, screaming at her to attack. To take the life and blood of the female who said herself to be beautiful. To wreck and destroy that pretty snickering face. And then with that be began to speak about a father, about how his own brother ripped his ear off, and Macabre's face remained emotionless, stone cold. "I'd say if it isn't a hindrance, then it adds personality to yourself. Everyone around here looks the same anyway." She flickered a glance at Fever before turning back. "My name.. My name is Macabre. Bree for short." Rouge. In fact, she was a rouge surrounded by members of the Hell pack and while this should've caused her some discomfort... She didn't find it displeasing at all.
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Post by FOX !? on Sept 23, 2012 11:37:37 GMT -5
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when all she got back was mean gestures and bitchy comments, zecora simply sat on her back and tilted her head, fake innocence and stupidity written all over her face. the female's golden eyes were tinted with a hidden annoyance at the first female's, whom appeared to be named fever. as her ear flicked as if to dismiss her, she finally found herself watching the male. a particular smile of interest stretched her maw into a cruel smile as she stalked past the circling female and slid past her, ignoring any threats she may have provoked. she wasn't interested. if she was, she would've already been trying to tear throats out. but no, zecora's full, if slightly insane and drifting mind was on feral. he himself was the only one whom had responded to her introduction as a relatively calm person. thus, her little black self slipped underneath him and brushed her cheek against his chin, purring quietly before she moved to sit beside him. " me, jealous of you? you must be mistaken. why would i want to be jealous of a selfish bitch who asks the river whether or not she's pretty. oh, i'm sorry. maybe that's your long lost lover because no one else can stand your stupid little attitude. my bad. send my best regards, fever. " she said, then smirked. her bout of coughing seemed to have very suddenly disappeared, leaving her breathing relatively normally and sitting neatly beside feral.
for the time being, zecora had not really noticed macabre's presence. that is, until her eyes had begun drifting and now found themselves resting on the other female. another head tilt had the black lupine parting her jaws in a near snarl. " more rogues deciding it's okay to set foot on territory where no one wants you? interesting. " she growled, finding herself amused by all of this. everyone was like her little toy. if someone snapped on her, malevolent would probably snap on them. she happened to be hell's only, if not best emissary in the pack. she was like a little lapdog with a bad attitude and a set of sharp teeth. she didn't take shit, but she was more than happy to dish it out. she truly found herself a lot more important than everyone else. and smarter, too. yes. very smart.
she knew when she'd crossed the line. she just didn't really care. for this reason, her attention drew back to fever. " oh, sorry. did i pull too many heartstrings? now i feel so bad. you really think you're something, huh? you're funny. " she said, tilting her head and cocking an ear to give her a completely innocent, dumb look. the bangles on her front left leg tingled lightly as she shifted her weight. she snickered evilly and glanced back at feral. " so, how about some one on one time with zecora, malevolent's perfect emissary? " she sneered, her voice and expression clearly a teasing lie. she really did think she was funny.
but she also knew that she wasn't easily messed with. she was like a spider, sitting calmly in the corner and waiting for some unsuspecting, stupid piece of prey to land in her tangle of lies and amusement, only for zecora to pounce and kill them slowly and happily. zecora was a sick little wolf, toying with peoples minds and relishing in the delight making people mad made her. this is the reason why she was such a damn good emissary. the black femme slid her gaze back to fever and drank in a deep breath, thinking over some cruel way to make her life a living hell. just like she'd been born to do. people regarded her as a bitch. which was completely true, because she hated everyone.
and everyone hated her.
it was a win-win situation that left her feeling grossly ecstatic. she was a cheater and a liar too. someone who fought dirty in fights and refused to let herself get beaten down.
but the teasing words about her sickness had finally reached her ears. zecora rarely paid attention to things, unless they concerned her. thus, when macabre mentioned wanting to know about her disease, the small black wolf turned her head slightly to look at bree. " you're cute. but this is no 'impurity' as you call it. i can make myself appear and disappear whenever i feel like, girlie. you cannot put me to shame. " she purred, flicking her ear. though the power made her weak, even though it made the effects of her sickness fade away. she needed to learn how to harness her power and tame it. " macabre, is it? why don't you run along home to your mommy. i think i hear her calling. " she growled, flashing her fangs dangerously and in warning.
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