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- Samael Lykoi - 01-18-2009 [html] i'll be waiting on the side of your house, with an empty bodybag and a loaded forty-five. The Angel had taken many of his memories. The creature could only remember bits and piece of his existence, and no longer knew what parts were false and real. Dreams became reality and memories shifted to illusion. He could see Them all around, shifting in the darkness and edging ever closer. The moon's light was sporadic, broken for long period of time by the clouds that dusted snowflakes across the icy pavement. He sat by the opening, a hole torn into the side of a house, and peered out into the street. A shadow moved across the snow as the moon fled, blocking out all of the light and leaving behind a solid wall of darkness. The hair along his neck lifted as the shadows fell, ears rising atop his head as They inched closer, dragging nails across the glass and shuffling quickly across the dusty wood and frozen snow. A snarl tore from his muzzle, warning them back and sulphur poured from his throat. They recoiled briefly, shifting as they waited before again inching closer. They would grab him and snatch him away, but he wasn't ready. Without the Angel's favor he would be sentenced to an eternity of darkness, away from his Light, cast into the frozen depths of the Pit. They crawled across his body when he slept, touching him and violating him until he awoke screaming. Hours blurred together and he didn't sleep, unable to allow himself to sink into dark, helpless oblivion. He was far too vulnerable when he slept. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. Blackness pressed in from all sides, suffocating him. And nightmares flooded his senses. He snarled again, bristling and lunging, slamming his feet on the floor. They would tear him apart and destroy him if They touched him--he knew it. Everything he knew, the Angel had told him. The weakness had since left his body, but he was still ragged and weak for other reasons. Lack of sleep and rarely eating contributed to this. The muscle beneath his flesh had dissolved, leaving him like a skeleton with skin and hair stretched across. He longed for the Angel's Light and warmth. But he also longed for her. Her name, it fluttered in and out of his consciousness, but her face--it was burned into his memory. Of course, it had deluded and been twisted and changed over time and disease, but he longed for her features and touch. His desire was like a burning sickness, tearing his chest apart. He wanted her more than life itself. One touch in the manner he longed for would be his death. He would die once he'd received what he wanted. But he wouldn't die satisfied. Once he tasted her, he would be consumed further, only wanting more, more, more. The creature was disgusted with this mortal affliction, but it filled him and he could not exhaust it. He could only pretend all others were her. Eyes flashed in the darkness, fire and sulphur filling the room as he snarled--backed into the corner, yet poised ready and on offense. Tongue slipped between his fangs, laughing as he dragged his nails through the trenches he'd already gouged into the wooden surface below him. Not yet.[/html] - Siobhan Cavil - 01-19-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... p/06v2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She was growing more and more adventurous each day, but today she felt that she had gone a little too far. Siobhan had been away from Inferni before, but she had always been accompanied by an adult or another member of the clan. The farthest South she'd ever been had been Crimson Dreams, where she had met the little pup Haven. The girl had gone there today to see him, but he had been out doing other things on his own. She should have known that he wouldn't be there all the time...but at the same time she felt very sad that she hadn't gotten to play with him today. The young albino took a sniff at the pavement that she walked upon, trying to gain some perspective. Where was she? She knew that she was in some kind of a city, but where? It was a huge place, impossible for her to navigate. She might have been able to with Haven there by her side...but he wasn't anywhere in sight. Occasionally the female took a glance behind her to make sure that he really wasn't, though, red eyes scanning over the dilapidated buildings. A sound ripped out of a structure close to her and she nearly jumped out of her skin, ears going back and fur bristling. She skidded backwards a few steps before she gained enough courage to take a look into the place. Was there someone there? A scary monster, probably. Just from the sound she could tell that whoever it was...they'd be scary. - Samael Lykoi - 01-19-2009 [html] i'll be waiting on the side of your house, with an empty bodybag and a loaded forty-five. He could smell something, and it smelled delicious. There was a hissing in the darkness, and the creature leaned forward, peering out into the moonlit street. There was nothing there. Only snow and ice and broken down buildings. Then something moved. Muzzle wrinkled, lifting his lips off his teeth as he growled softly, watching where he'd seen the movement. It wasn't one of them, that was for sure. Something of this world; something alive and something tasty. There was the movement again! It was very small and blended in perfectly with it's surroundings, given away by the shadow it cast from the moonlight against the snow. Where the ice glistened, this thing didn't. Twin eyes of crimson peered back at him from the little being and he smiled, slinking from his hiding place toward the creature. No, not yet, something whispered, and he slowed his pace further, moving in a slow, serpentine manner toward the child. Slowly, slowly. It's more fun that way, came the voice, and he found he concurred for the time being. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty," he purred, his voice cracking from lack of usage. And yet his tone still remained somehow velveteen, seeming to barely rise above a whisper, yet carrying clearly across the frozen expanse between them. "Far from home, aren't we, little girl? I'd be careful--there's monsters hiding in the dark." He smiled a deathly beautiful smile, slowing his pace to crawl once he'd moved within leaping distance of the pale coyote. But he continued to circle, eyes drawing across the girl like a hungry dog eyeing it's next meal.[/html] - Siobhan Cavil - 01-20-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... p/06v2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> "Who is there? You should come out into the open--see Siobhan" She wasn't sure what a kitty was, exactly, or why this coyote wanted one of them. Adelaida had told her that coyotes were bad and that they hurt wolves...but what about other coyotes? Would one of them hurt her? She had only ever met coyotes from Inferni, never any lone ones. "Where is the kitty?" She questioned, looking around. She turned around to face him as he circled her, not letting him get behind her. Or trying, at least. "What is you doing out here at night?" She asked, red eyes trying to focus on his form through the darkness. - Samael Lykoi - 01-24-2009 [html] i'll be waiting on the side of your house, with an empty bodybag and a loaded forty-five. He was hungry. This thing smell warm and delicious and he wanted a taste. "Why, you are the kitty," he crooned, tongue flashing across deadly white teeth. Tail flicked behind his back as he circled, unobtrusively edging closer and closer with each step. For now he was content with playing games, making a challenge of laying his teeth into this soft-furred little thing. He could so easily lung and snap her up, squealing like a tiny piglet between his jaws, but that was far too simple. And would take up far too little time. And for the moment, he had time to spare. Of course, his moral shell could only last so long. But the night lacked any other activities than tearing apart this small child. She did strike up an intriguing image, he did note, peering closely at her rather unique appearance. White as the newly fallen snow with eyes the color of freshly spilled blood. And as far as he could tell, this little girl was all coyote--not mixed, like is normally associated with such a bizarre look. He was almost interested in seeing her grow up into a woman, and then tasting her in a different way than simply her flesh and blood. Of course, the creature still wished to see the life fade from those pretty little eyes, but that didn't stop him from wanting to fuck her first. She was just too small at the moment. "I live out here," the coyote continued, continuing to slink around her on paws that made no sound. Like a ghost, or a shadow emerging from the darkness. "The perfect time to hunt. Shouldn't a little girl like you be back home with Mommy?" he breathed, the last word causing a shard of pain to erupt in his chest. Oh, how he longed for her, even now.[/html] - Siobhan Cavil - 01-26-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... p/06v2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> "Siobhan...she is a coyote. Not a kitty. She can be a kitty for you if you wants...to pretend?" She asked, still frowning. What did he want with her? She had been told not to go wandering around after the big circle had gone all the way down into the ground...but she had gone out many other times without running into a single other coyote or wolf. She had thought that it would be safe. "You is not with a clan? Or a pack?" Siobhan would still attempt to make conversation, even if what this coyote was saying wasn't making much sense. He spoke of hunting. She had never hunted for herself; her mother had told her that it was a task that she didn't need to learn. And so far Ezekiel and Gabriel had given her all the food she could eat. She was really hungry right now, though...maybe he would help her. "Mom is gone. She hurted Siobhan, and made Siobhan run away. But we hunt together? Us? Me is very hungry." - Samael Lykoi - 02-10-2009 [html] i'll be waiting on the side of your house, with an empty bodybag and a loaded forty-five. His grin returned, sparked by silent laughter stirred at the little girl's words. "Then let's pretend," he purred oh-so-silkily, voice like velvet under the hoarse croak. "Little lost kitty, I'll protect you until the sun comes back up. No monsters shall have you while I'm around." Only the irony was, he was the monster, lurking in the darkness with unholy desires for this small child. He circled close as she would allow, muzzle leaning in to sniff at her soft, snowy coat. She smelled delicious and he longed for a bite. "For the moment, I am alone," the coyote replied, unable to even remember his own name, let alone if he belonged anywhere. But far as he could tell, there was no need for him to wallow in the presence of other coyotes. The Angel was all he needed in this world. Everything else was simply second-best and nothing more than an addition. A smell that lingered on the girl's coat seemed to stir some sort of familiarity, but it was lost to carnal desire, believing that simply to be all it was. But even when he could remember, Inferni had been nothing but a waiting point. A futile hope that Mother would some day return and find him waiting, loyal as ever. Perhaps the most loyal of all, for even Molochai had vanished after leaving her side. He would never have left her side by choice--she had abandoned him. Faint wrinkle formed along his muzzle at her words. This girl's mother was not his, who could never have chased him away, even if she'd struck at his flesh and tore him down in every way imaginable. If anything, he would have enjoyed that. He'd allowed Molochai to have his way with him simply because he'd been Mother's favorite and probably tasted close as possible to her. To have had Mother have her way with him? He would die of sheer pleasure. "Why not?" he said, flicking his tail as he peered out into the darkness. The city was not the perfect hunting ground for prey for this little girl, but it would have to do. Of course, he himself had found his dinner right here, though he chose to take his time in savoring it. "What sort of thing would Siobhan like to eat?" Deer and elk were going to be a rarity among the decayed buildings surrounding them.[/html] - Ezekiel de le Poer - 02-10-2009 [html]
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