Havok
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Moon Dreamer Pack
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Post by Havok on Nov 19, 2008 20:35:53 GMT -6
The heavens were alit with a healthy dance of crimson and amber hues. She knew they were there and noted they had come eariler than in previous weeks.
Winter was fast approching, or here, depending on the day.
She had come across a pire in the northern lands, closer the the land which carried the slayers scent. The pelts of wolves heeped up like grain unfit for eating.
It's is hard to explain the scent of burnt flesh, yet it was nearly tangible. In human form she could always feel the dead as they turned to ashes. Their fat burned and adhearing to her flesh in a oiling glow.
In wolven form however, the effect was stronger. More fully assulting each element of her being. The hue of the billowed smoke as it clouded her eyes. The taste of the ash, thick in the air. The sound as the bones and ashes collapsed together. The scent...well...the scent was a smorgasmort of fear and pain, and death.
It like so much else brought sharp visions of her past back in frightening clarity. The pits, the blood. Her masters, her victims. Each performing a waltz before her eyes.
Each step in the movement a step futher into her abyss that was once called sainty.
She he laid in silence watching the slayers as they finished the rites. Some murmering prayers to deities they still had faith in.
The fools.
The only one any should have trust in, is themselves...and only if they are worthy.
She was not.
Still, once most had meandered away she watched.
She was not quiet sane, but that didn't mean she was un intellegent.
When their numbers dwindled she had moved forward.
Not for the 'righting of the wrongs' or some arthurian rule of honor. No, simply, she thought it would be fun.
And it was.
Clashing teeth into bone, and silenceing screams by ripping away their throats.
Yep. Fun.
That had been an hour or more and while she was gorged from her meal she was also well awear of the numerous gains of her enemeys to this world.
The slayers were smarter and the vampires greater in number.
It was on this conculsion she found her self lingering on the boarder of the land. His scent clung everywhere.
While she had no intrest in alieing herself with anyone, these times did call for such. Though, if it ever became evident that she depending on these...others, she would leave.
Weakness was something she had no time for.
Raiseing her dial her throat opened and the deep throated bellow of a semi aged wolf took to the steadily darkening sky.
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Morpheus deLuna
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I've Found, You Can Find, Happieness in Slavery
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Post by Morpheus deLuna on Nov 21, 2008 6:39:36 GMT -6
Screams had drawn this one's attention. Yes. The slayers screams. For this one always kept an ear on those pathetic monkeys that thought they had a right to destory something simply because it was higher up the food chain. This one hated vampires, however, he would take a vampire to a slayer any day. At least vampires had the right to be as smug as they were, humans were simply stupid panicking monkeys that were better put down. At least, that was this one's thoughts.
The dirty wolf might have been white once. Once upon a time, in another fairy tail world that was. In that other world, he was white with cream markings, a beautiful monster indeed. However, in this world, that no longer mattered. When Dracula's men broke his mind, they ended that world, and started this one. Where the monster's coat was only clean after a heavy rain. But there had been no rain, so dirt, blood and gore still clung to that once white pelt, making him appear to be grey in color from the dust that clung to him.
Enough about that.
He was sleeping when the screaming started, but he was not far away. His ears launched forward and his head rose, those ears twitching slightly, head canting sharply.
Mmmm, death. Always welcomed.
Muscles that were still half asleep stirred as they drew the monstrous white wolf to stand upon large flat paws. His head lowered between his shoulders and twisted back and forth, sending his entire form into a frenzy of shaking. Dust flying from his coat, but not enough to change the color back to that pretty white.
Once done he would stretch each limb with meticulous care before setting forward. It took him far less then an hour to reach the encampment, and that left him a few minutes to watch the shewolf working. Killing. Eating.
His heavy haunches folded, tail wrapping around his feet as those dark eyes, almost black in color, watched the on goings from the rocks he sat on. His dirty coat blending into them perfectly.
When her meal was done and she set towards his lands his ears pricked hard forward, lip peeling back some, waiting to see if she would give due respect or if she would enter uninvited. He could feel the fur on the back of his neck rising already, almost itching for a fight.
When her call broke the air he moved. Likely she had no idea he was so close, appearing like a specter from where he had camouflaged himself in the rocks. His tail raised high over his back, his long legs pulling him forward, a low growl turned into a barking roar before he slammed all four feet into the ground, skidding to a stop only centimeters before her. He remained postured as he watched her, waiting for her to speak first.
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Havok
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Post by Havok on Nov 23, 2008 10:26:35 GMT -6
Her dial was still lifted in the issueing of a call. It was not the soft melodic cry of a wolf that was romanticed in human litterature. It was corase and rough sounding, lined with something that had no word to explain.
Her dail had only just dropped when she saw him, a change in the wind in her favor. It was in that last second before her surged and she found herself stareing nose to nose as a brissled and postured wolf.
On instinic alone her coat brissled and her tail raised, though the same wind which had given him away also carried his scent. it was the one she had smelled all over this area. Her tail lowerd, by no means between her legs but no longer assertive. She took a step back, she didn't like males and didn't trust them so close.
Still she knew what she would have to do to be accepted here. It was something she did not do ofen or idley. She dropped to the ground. Her body rolling still wearing the red of the slayers blood. He had better enjoy it, because he was the only one she intend to submit to, ever. This was soley because she needed a place to stay for the time. She would not remain if she felt dependant on the the others.
Her tail curled between her legs and her head was to the other side, her jaw parted in submissive poise.
Her eyes did not meet his, but he could tell she took no intrest or affection in being a docial little bitch. The submissive was simply protical.
A deep throated sound issued from the bitches throat.[glow=red,2,300]"I seek a place to stay."[/glow]
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Morpheus deLuna
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I've Found, You Can Find, Happieness in Slavery
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Post by Morpheus deLuna on Dec 7, 2008 2:04:35 GMT -6
don't open your eyes you won't like what you see the devils of truth steal the souls of the free
She gave more then he had expected. Those red eyes narrowing ever so slightly in thought as he watched her give him her belly. He remained postured over her for a moment in contemplation. He heard her deceleration of wanting a place to stay, and yet... he didn't at first respond to it.
He would lower his tail to just below his spine, his posture changing to being a bit more relaxed, head coming to level out between his shoulders as he took a few steps closer to her. ``A place to stay?`` That voice was so soft, so crisp... beautiful... not unlike the voice of a rapest or a serial killer should be. ``How does this one know it is not another useless mooch, here not to work but to reap the benifits of running with this one's wolves?`` He asked, he moved in closer to her, if they had been humans, one might have though, with the intense stare in his eyes, looking into her own, canting his head slightly, that he was about to kiss her... but that could not be farther from truth. Rather, without his posture changing a bit, nore a moment to show the attack, he launched himself forward, if she did not dodge the blow his teeth would meet with, and likely break the bridge of her nose. ``It must prove itself``.
don't open your eyes take it from me I have found you can find happiness in slavery
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