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- Cwmfen nic Graine - 02-25-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I hope that you don’t mind me starting it out this way—I needed something that would distract her... I wasn’t sure what form Hybrid would be in, but I have her in Lupus form. And she will be wandering down from Halcyon Mountain from her encounter with Ezekiel ^=^ She’s wandering on the on the northern most tip of the lake in Arachnea’s Revenge. 500+ The world of Halcyon Mountain had been incredible. The juxtaposition of the ashes of the dead and the promise of new life beneath it was a strange thing to touch and experience. But the world had been beautiful on that day as well, and the weather had grown cold once more, despite the efforts of the pale sunlight. And she had encountered—or perhaps he had encountered her—a male of Inferni. It was strange, at first, for the warrior to accept that a creature from that clan could be so mild, but perhaps she had been quick to judge. Perhaps the members of Inferni had put the war behind them. She could not, however, shake the feeling that, if any conflict worth mentioning were to arise, the perpetrator—or, at least, participant—would be Inferni. And because of this intuition, whether it was true or not, the female would exercise her caution. Silently, with the Raven tailing her from a great height, she had descended the mountains and left that strange world behind. Now, she was creating a great circle intending to return to Dahlia after having explored the unclaimed land about it. Briefly, she had considered wandering near that strange, human jungle of Halifax, but she had decided against it. There was no reason to explore that area at the moment, for she had already been there. Or perhaps she had wanted to go there because there was a chance that she would run into that black, blue-eyed male with whom she had shared a night. But he was a lone wolf and prone to traveling about, and there was no guarantee that he would be there today—at least that’s what she told herself. And she had other matters at hand anyway. She needed to understand the land better. It was what a warrior needed to know. Surfacing from her thoughts, the black fae found herself a lake. Its depths were strange and blue, and she had a feeling that the waters were deep and gelid, welcoming only to the eyes. And the lake’s beauty did not go unnoticed by the woad bound warrior. But the waters were frozen over, and she was curious as to what the lake would tell her. Her paws tested the ice, and it was firm, so she continued across it. The sound of the shifting ice cracked about her in a strange melody that sang with a warning. And she heard that warning too late. Already, she was out too far, and the warm sun of earlier days had softened the hard shell of winter. The she-wolf let out a bark of alarm as the ice gave way, and her limbs sought to grasp anything solid. The water that enveloped her body was shockingly cold, and it pulled her down. But some luck was with her, for she was brought back to the surface, and her black claws scraped against the ice as her muscles worked to pull her from that icy grave. The air penetrated through the wetness of her coat as she shook herself. Shivering the female quickly and carefully carried herself from the lake, leaving it behind. And once on land, she could not help but feel that she had been careless and stupid. - Hybrid Holocaust - 02-27-2009 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-01-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> That’s perfect, ^=^ Also, how much damage did you plan on Hybrid doing to her? I don’t mind either way. Maybe not so many deep scars? 300+ Her body trembled beneath the Cold’s unforgiving touch. The wind stroked her body, and with each stroke she felt as if Death would grow nearer. A soft growl of frustration came from the wolf, for that instinct of survival bid her to move. But the Cold’s touch, however cruel, eased her muscles, froze them into a state of immobility. She wanted to lie down and rest, but she knew that she had to move and find some source of heat. Idiot, she admonished herself, for this would not be the first time that water tempted Death upon her life. Struggling, the female rose from her hunched position, and having done so, she felt it easier to move, as if any movement had shrugged off Death’s hand. The white orbs lifted from the earth. She froze. There was someone there. A male. A coyote. Inferni. That was all the warning she had. Suddenly, he was upon her. She was so much smaller in this form. That would not have been a problem. The warrior was trained, and she fought well. But it was as if Death had called upon a demon with mockery, and the Cold and the water made her slow. She snarled as she fell beneath him. His claws pushed into her body as she attempted to turn, and he caught her flank with a ripping, bruising force. Her cry of pain entered the world in a fierce snarl. But he brought warmth with him—she could feel it in the air. Her blood warmed her side as it leaked from those tears, and it made her slow. But it loosened her muscles. As her body hit the earth, the wind knocked out of her and her right shoulder was given to his fangs. But the warrior tore loose, opening her own jaws to tear into his shoulder, his neck—anything. Anything that would get him off. But there was something strange about the secui. Something hot. Something empty. Her lithe body struggled beneath the chaotic, unguided movements of the male. And as her fangs and claws sought his flesh, her body became alive, if only for this crucial moment, with adrenalin. And refined instinct took over. - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-05-2009 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-05-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> A big long gash down her back would be cool... >___> Aside from the other things she’ll get from him, hahah, ^=^ 300+ The coyotes stench was overwhelming as he threw himself at her. Deep within, the rational mind of the wolf questioned her attacker’s motives. Swiftly, her mind ran threw the scents that she had stored within the deep recesses of her mind. But this scent was different—foreign. She didn’t know what motive this creature would have. Or perhaps he didn’t have one. Perhaps he had merely taken advantage of her situation, or perhaps he would have attacked regardless of her state. And that made him dangerous. But these thoughts were only a brief flicker in the sea of time, and it was lost deep within that chaos, for reason had no place her. Here, she relied upon instinct alone. Instinct and the fighting in which she had been trained that came forth with ease. The black fae growled as he ripped into her. The coy’s movements were quick, frantic. The wounds that he had ripped into her flank and shoulder were superficial—deep enough to draw blood but shallow enough to miss even the necessary muscle that propelled her body. But the pain did not register in that wilder, feral mind. Her body continued to struggle against his larger form, her jaws snapping at his shoulder and face, her claws pushing against his chest. She felt his blood on her tongue, could smell it in the air. But soon, with all the spray, the scents of their blood comingled in the air, on the snow, in their fur. And like her, the male did not stop, could not stop, for mere pain. But when his jaws sought her shoulder, her snarl was renewed. Her head whipped about as her hungry jaws sought the ones that held her shoulder. But they found nothing, and he had released her. Now his struggle was renewed as he sought to pin her down. His heavy paws pressed down upon her neck and shoulder and drew the blood that raced from that wound. The black fae’s snarls were feral, and her control was beginning to slip for the first time in her life. She was wild, her teeth fiercely seeking purchase in his flesh. But she was growing tired, and even the adrenalin could not sustain her rapidly cooling body. But her body moving against his gave her enough room to try and move away, and her body spun under him like the body of a snake as she placed herself back onto her feet. If she was able to get away, she would have turned and thrown herself at him, attacking and seeking his throat where she should have simply run away. - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-10-2009 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I’ll call in the rescuer after you post; if Hybrid could work his magic on her back now, that would be awesome~ 500+ One mind, any weapon. Civilize the mind but make savage the body. I have a high art, I hurt with cruelty those who would damage me. The martial proverbs echoed in her mind, and her mind was emptied, filled only with the image and actions of the male before her and these words of wisdom. And the pain. The cold dying of her body as the water and wind froze her made brittle her skin, as if now her skin existed for the sharpening of his claws. The Ultimate Warrior leaves no openings - Except in his mind. But the cold had ruined it. The water had ruined it. She had brought ruin upon herself. And now this creature, this coyote from Inferni, took his pleasure, cut her down, and her body could not respond any longer. The adrenalin was beginning to fade, strangled by the gelid stiffness that spread through her body like a sickness. The black fae’s body continued to move, to respond, but it continued to slow with the tempo of her struggling soul and heart. The male, while smaller than most, was swift. His movements quick and frantic, frenzied, efficient. But not unconquerable. The warrior recognized this. But the warrior recognized too her failing strength. It is better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees. The female snarled anew, snapping her teeth as she tried to pierce his soft throat. But her hungry jaws snapped shut on empty air. Already, she was turning, but he was quicker, fresher. Hotter. But the heat that she could feel would not penetrate the grip that Death had upon her. And still, the warrior did not relent. She could not relent. It was not part of her to give up, for she knew that the male would not stop. But his jaws and claws cut into her, and he tore her more often then she could tear into him. Frustration drove her. The challenge drove her. Life drove her. But to no end. Even as she struck him, he struck out, barely catching her on her brest, re-opening the wounds that the wolf Brennt, now forgotten in the struggle, had struck upon her. The warrior tried to follow, to attack once more, but he had moved away, out of her reach. It is better to die on your feet, than to live on your knees. The black, woad marked fae snarled as she stood still. Her hind legs, her injured hip gave way, collapsing beneath her, but she did not allow her shoulder to lie in defeat. She panted as he watched her, and she quickly struggled to rise again. She succeeded, but too much life flowed from her body, and the hot blood thawed her in tiny rivulets. But it was not enough. The cold wind bit her open wounds, teasing them. And then, even as she had risen, even as he had begun to circle her, he leapt. The warrior tried to leap, but could not gather the strength. Her jaws tried to find him once more, but he ducked and dodged her attempt. And then he was upon her. But she no longer had the strength to push him away. It was too cold.... Too cold. Hypothermia ate at her heart, tore victory from her and gave her defeat. The coyote gave her defeat, forcing it upon her as a rapist would a woman. But still she could not relent. Her body attempted the last feeble struggles against his form, but the earth trapped her. If we are not victorious let no man come back alive! - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-15-2009 [html]
I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Bane Kiles - 03-18-2009 [html]
- Cwmfen nic Graine - 03-19-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... fenban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hahaha, I like that he’d like to take her tail for good luck, ^=^ This one will be short, ^=^ And do we (Cwmfen+Bane) want to continue in this thread or make a separate one or no? 300+ Cwmfen snarled, the bridge of her nose pulled back in vicious aggression, distorting the smooth, blue tracks of woad upon her fur. It was a deep sound, one that was pulled from the pit of her being as she faced her attacker. But she knew that there was nothing but death waiting for her at the end of this. The white orbs caught the flashes of her attacker’s face—his claws and jaws, and the crazed smile of a lunatic. There was something lacking within that character. She snarled again, the sound of her own breathing loud in her ears, drowning out the din of the two combatants as a strange silence entered the black fae’s mind. A strange tranquility, as if Death Himself were coming. Perhaps she would turn to face the attacker, to mark or phase him one last time before she would accept that cold grip and turn to the face of Death. The red eyes of the brute darted about her as the roar of their movements, of her own snarls, hit her ears in unforgiving waves. The warrior turned swiftly in one last burst of energy, her crimson blood spattering the white snow in hurried strokes, as her jaws parted to reach for the shoulder of the secui brute coming upon her from the rear. The female did not know whether her jaws took anything, whether the cut into that damned flesh, for the sudden pain. White hot, like irons ready for branding, his claws found her back, carving a path into her soft skin. Her jaws released as her back arched, her muscles locked, released, then locked again in a rapid convulsion against it. But no sound of pain was permitted to leave her throat as if to do so would mean true defeat. And in the body’s panic, her muscles and bones were jarred, shifting from lupus to secui then optime in mere seconds. And the energy and strength and endurance finally failed her as she collapsed to the earth unconscious, the white orbs, unafraid, resolved, finding eyes of the blue sea as darkness overcame her. - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-25-2009 [html] I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] - Bane Kiles - 04-02-2009 [html]
- Hybrid Holocaust - 04-16-2009 I think we can end it here. [html] I'm not for you, you're not for me; I'll kill you first, you wait and see [/html] |