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- Vesper - 10-21-2011 [html]
Autumn aged, and the winds that blew through the Dampwoods to scatter the colorful leaves were chillier each and every day. The carpet upon which the coywolf walked betrayed almost every step, crunching unless she took the time to brush the browning, curled leaves aside. However, there was little need for stealth right now; already she had claimed a squirrel as her prize. Its bushy tail lolled from her jaws, swinging as she trotted along. The prey animals fled under her crunching footsteps, but she could really care less at this point whose meal she scared away. Vesper was at an emotional high today, feeling successful and content if not ecstatic about the world around her. Rarely did such blissful happiness last, but she was glad for the meal and the familiar scenery of the northern forest. She had spent countless days traveling, running as far as the Western Tangles before doubling back to what was familiar. She would have spent more time exploring the western edge of the peninsula as she had intended, but with the threat of winter looming closer each day, she wanted to settle down in a place that she somewhat knew. She dropped the squirrel, which she’d gotten halfway through devouring when a crow had begun to bother her. It was rare for one of the dark birds to hover so incessantly around a predator with only a small meal; she had seen her share at large carcasses left out in the open, but she couldn’t fathom why the featherbrain had assumed she’d have any left to share. Quickly scanning the surrounding area for any more predators that might be stupid enough to challenge her for such a meager catch, Vesper dipped her head and began to eat, tugging at the little animal’s haunches and licking her lips after several bites. The earthy taste of the forest was interlaid with the sweet taste of fresh meat, and she allowed the ghost of a smirk to crawl across her lips. Yes, she knew she should enjoy the moment while it lasted. Perfection was attainable, but perfection was fragile, and the dark harbinger she had seen earlier in the day should have warned her of that.
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Esmeralda had been travelling from Anathema for some time now. She didn't need them, all she did need was her Daisuke. Her golden serpent, her slithering, eastern dragon man. There was something about Daisuke that Esmeralda could not put her finger on, his words were like a serpent's tongue, and there was something about him that made Esmeralda not slaughter him at first sight. She didn't know why she was reminded of a dragon every time she saw him. The girl walked though the dampwoods today, long changed from the party dress that she had on when she left Anathema, her chain with her golden serpent man attached to the end of it. He followed her obediently and he huffed lightly about the stuff the he was having to carry because of the lack of the woman taking the time to get an actual horse. The large male was slightly tired because of the constant walking around and carrying of the entire life of the princess on his back. He was lucky that she didn't have him carrying her as well. The only thing she had on her was a small back pack, a fanny pack, some shorts, and a bikini top. Her fanny pack held her knives, all five of them, even the one that Gunnar stole and later discarded when she had chased him from the pack. She got rid of one trash so that another piece of trash would be promoted to the rank that she deserved. Poor delusional child she was. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 11-05-2011 [html] It was not long before Vesper realized she was no longer alone in the forest. Her nose was buried in the small carcass of her catch, but as she lifted her muzzle and swiped her tongue over her lips, she caught sight of two figures moving toward her through the trees. One detached from the other, padding forward confidently, outlined by the light filtering down through the red-mantled trees. The luperci was a bit young, probably a yearling at the most, but her pelt was unique and beautiful, cream dappled with brown and lilac. As sweet as she looked, however, the stranger quickly proved herself otherwise. Vesper had appeared indifferent, probably curious, but at the unexpected and bossy command, her coyote-large ears tipped back. She fought down her anger, the attack on her pride, and managed to transform that fire into ice. She straightened from her crouch, not without glancing derisively at the half-eaten kill, and boldly met the sky blue eyes of the creamy-brown quean. “I’m sorry,” the coywolf said slowly, coldly, a contemptuous smirk quirking one corner of her lips, “am I missing something? Does something give you the right to order me around, sweetheart?”
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Daisuke watched from afar, ready to jump in when he was needed, but for now he let the girl play her game. He was not her father, but her slave so he had no authority over her. True, he was the one whom was supposed to get her food, but there was food right in front of her right now, all she needed was that lupus woman to hand it over. Daisuke knew that Esmeralda would make her, one way or another. Esmeralda looked at this ugly woman, littered in scars and splattered with gray patches all over her body. Who the fuck made this ugly woman? Esmeralda spat at the woman, hoping it landed on her smug face. Esme's hand went to her pouch and she pulled out a knife. The coywolf had looked up at the cold eyes of the pale wolfdog, and the pale wolfdog looked down at the ugly coywolf. There were words spoken from the coywolf, something about her not understanding, or something like that, Esme never was one to listen to the words of ones she found to be ugly. The only thing she understood about the words was that the woman did not understand what she wanted. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 11-07-2011 [html] A glob of spit landed on the coywolf’s nose, and Vesper tensed before lifting her pale blue eyes to the similarly-colored ones of the mongrel. The fur along her spine was completely rigid, the anger within her slowly brewing but all the more potent for it. Unaware of the stranger’s feelings, she could only assume she was being spat upon for her blood—that of a non-luperci, strong and feral. And she was fucking tired of it. The brown-dappled woman—the girl, really—made more noise along the lines of demanding the carcass. Why she would want some lowly bitch’s scraps was beyond Vesper, though she knew now that it was a matter of pride rather than actually desiring the meal, at least on her end. She flattened her ears, eyes darting wordlessly to the knife, a human weapon whose edge she couldn’t deny. She had seen a careless throw butcher a sheep, and she could only imagine what careful carving would do to a small hybrid’s heart. Then again, it depend on how canny she was with the blade. And there was the man in the background—the presence that Vesper had noticed earlier but had put out of her mind until now. She wondered if the golden luperci would assist his companion in destroying her, if the young one made the first careless move. There were warning bells going off in Vesper’s head—the dormant side that actually cared about such things when her blood was up. This wouldn’t be an easy fight by any means, but she would rather die proud than show her belly for some megalomaniacal whelp. She looked down at the squirrel, picking it up in narrow jaws almost with deference—then tossed it behind her into the bushes. “Go get the fucking squirrel yourself,” Vesper said. >
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The bitch dared to disobey her yet again. It made a snarl form on the princess's face. She relaxed her body regardless of her feelings though, because she was getting ready to launch a knife at the ugly gray splattered canine.She snarled still as the woman had thrown the carcass away and told her to get it herself. She would not do that though, instead, the moment that the woman had done that and was turning her head back towards the youth, the girl had thrown her dagger at the woman, aiming to hit her face, about where she had spit on the woman. She was quick to arm herself with another knife as the other one flew through the air, but the one she had in her hand now was the one she was going to gut the female with, or at least she thought so. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 11-22-2011 [html] +683 So the mongrel was angry. Vesper knew that her own actions were nearly as childish as the crown-wearing girl, and they were definitely prideful and stupid, but the coywolf lived by the philosophy of pride before life. She had practically raised herself after the first few critical months, and with a sister that was too dependent and a mother too apathetic to have pride, the young hybrid had craved a reason to be proud of herself. And she’d worked too hard to deserve her dignity to have it thrown away by submissively offering a piece of meat to some whelp. Proud, stupid, and dangerous. But Vesper wasn’t pretending to be perfect. The snarls did not bother her, but the moment that the pale hand tightened around the knife to throw it, she realized that she couldn’t turn back. A blade flew at her face, and Ves jerked to the side to avoid it—but too late. The sharp edge ran along her shoulder, and she snarled as blood welled from the cut. She had never been cut by metal before; it was a cleaner wound than one etched by canine fangs, cleaner and deeper—and it made her nervous. The cream merle teenager growled at her, insulting her for the grey splotches in her patchwork pelt, and the loner stared in disbelief. Hating someone for their coat color was more laughable than hating someone for their species—having a black or tawny or purple pelt dictated what someone was less than being a coyote did. But Vesper wasn’t laughing as the young bitch rushed toward her, the knife plunging down across her shoulders. She let out a hiss of pain, squirming, trying to dislodge the blade before it was forced too deep. The non-luperci quickly lunged for whatever was in her range, jaws wrapping around the girl’s thigh in a nasty bite. Had she a pure wolf’s gnashing jaws, she might have been able to do lasting muscle damage, but she had always been coyote in her muzzle. Still, the blood poured, staining her white chest and splattering on the forest floor below them. There was a scream that made her ears flatten, and the wolfdog’s jaws came down on her neck. She braced herself, rolling her shoulders forward to push up her scruff so that the teeth would bite down on loose skin rather than anything important. Her pelt was striped by this point with the crimson running down, and her vision became briefly fuzzy from the loss of the precious fluid. Still, she hoped for an opening, perhaps a bite at the girl’s stomach if she could twist her scruff free— She had forgotten about the man. Soon a different set of claws were tearing into her, and she screeched, writhing, as they dug deep. Fur and skin parted until she was covered in gashes. She managed to nip the man when he came in close with his teeth, but it was soon clear to her that she was losing this fight, and if they did not personally end her life with a twisted blade or a severed artery, the blood loss would take care of her. It had been easy for Vesper, her pride bruised and her temperament dark, to decide to take a stand and save face rather than skulking away like a poltroon. However, as she could feel her energy sapped, feel the blood oozing down onto the forest floor, her mindset changed to a more feral one—one that craved survival rather than silly ideals about dignity. So she went limp, whimpering to appease her assailants. Her torn body crumpled to the forest floor, her open wounds stinging as they came in contact with the grass and dirt that was splattered with the blood of all three canines, luperci and non-luperci. There was nothing else, really, that she could do—she felt mute, frozen. She was not broken yet, but she might as well have been dead for the way she sprawled out on the ground, her breathing weak, her grey-splattered tawny fur absolutely saturated with blood. <style type="text/css"> .vespergokey b {font-weight:bold; color:#161311; font-size:12px;} .vespergokey t {font-style:italic; color:#161311; font-size:12px;} .vespergokey .ooc {font-size:10px; font-family:verdana; text-align:center; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; line-height:10px;} .vespergokey p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; font-size:12px;} .vespergokey {margin:0px auto; width:500px; background-color:#d6cca7; background-image:url(http://img855.imageshack.us/img855/3370/longvesper.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 515px 0px 24px 0px; font-family:book antiqua; letter-spacing:1px; font-size:11px; color:#3B322C; line-height:20px; text-align:justify; text-shadow:#d6cca7 1px 1px 6px;} </style>[/html] - Esmeralda Acidic - 11-28-2011 [html] OOC: this will be my last post here. Thanks for the thread :] Word Count → 583
The teeth digging into her flesh had made her so angry, to where she was now stabbing at the flesh of the woman with no tactical placing. She let the scruff of the woman go, and she roared at Daisuke, telling him to back off in her feral scream at him, and she even put her claws out at him as well. He yelped and backed off, which had been accompanied with a nip from the feral coywolf. He put his tail between his legs and he moved to watch the two, even though there was not too much more to watch anyways, the blows from both of the luperci on the smaller lupus was enough to make the being weak, and tired. Soon, the female would go limp in the hands of Esmeralda, though she was not dead. Esme was huffing with how angry she was, and she looked at Daisuke, and then the pool of blood on the ground. Her chest rose and fell as she stood there over the woman. You stupid fucking piece of shit woman. You shall bleed out and die here in your own tainted blood. The only reason I will not kill you now is because I need to wash myself of your disgusting existence. growled the girl, her wiping the lupus' blood on the blood soaked pelt that was the lupus girl, to try and get the blood from the blade. She then moved and picked up her other knife that had fallen on the ground and she repeated the same sequence before she snorted lightly. <style type="text/css"> .esmeblueplague b {font-weight:bold; color:#ecffff; text-shadow:#000000 1px 1px 1px;} .esmeblueplague p {padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .esmeblueplague {margin:0px auto; width:480px; background-color:#001a32; background-image:url(http://i40.tinypic.com/idgfig.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #420503; padding: 480px 0px 5px 0px; font-family:georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#045172; line-height:16px; text-align:justify;} .esmeblueplague .wordcount {color:#045172; letter-spacing:0px; font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; border-top:1px dashed #ecffff; text-align:right; padding:0px 5px; text-transform:uppercase; margin:0px 15px 15px 15px;} .esmeblueplague .ooc {font-style:italic; font-size:11px;} </style>[/html] - Vesper - 11-28-2011 [html] Thanks for helping change Ves! /+447 The girl called the golden wolf away, much to Vesper’s relief. She might have been able to hold her own against the cream, dappled mongrel, so long as she’d gotten away from the knife quickly enough, but the comparatively large male had become the hybrid’s downfall. At least, that was what her pride was telling her—this was a two-on-one fight, and she’d never experienced a fight like this before, because swatting aside adolescent and scared coyotes didn’t count.
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