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The Souls of the Dead don't Float to the Other World; I Pry them from the Living and throw them into the Abyss of Death.
OOC: The chanting is in Italian, so use google translator if you want to know what he is saying :3 WC:728 Silver hair fluttering about slightly under his black crazy hat, the Undertaker walked swiftly and utterly silently through the undergrowth of the dark forest that brought some much comfort to the Undertaker. He cackled a bit, practically feeling all the dead souls around him, trying to enter his body to wreck havoc once more. He simply laughed, as he place his hand into his wagon, and pulled out a small, golden cross. He had made himself when he was younger, and he often used this pure gold one to shape wood ones for funerals and such. He could hear the souls scream, trying to get away from the holy item, but he soon paused, and began to chant softly, in his haunting tone,
" Begone anime dannate a spiriti beati, lasciare il mondo dei vivi e dei vostri cari, da inviare ai box dell'inferno o la raggiunge alti del cielo. Io sono sicuro se si sono guadagnati la tua degna sepoltura, ma ancora, demoni Begone agli angeli, lascia questo mondo che non appartengono più!" His voice ended once he felt the scratches of the claws of demons upon his arms, the screeches of pain and terror. Undertaker cackled once more, before reaching back into his wagon once more, and pulling out a large bottle, which looked to be beer, but truly, there was blessed water, mixed with olive oil and sage, to bless the remains that may remain here. He opened the top, and pour a bit onto his hand at a time, before throwing it about, covering the ground as he walked slowly around. This was going to be his camp, he might as well be protected while he was here. He flicked the water onto his horse, Panda, who simply grunted. She was used to it. He then flicked it onto his beautiful wagon, onto the supplies inside, and soon, onto himself, and onto his clothes. He shook himself then, but let some of the liquid seep into his skin. He went over to Panda, his trust horse, and pet her nose softly, before putting his forehead against hers. He scratched gently behind her ear, before rising from her face, in which Panda simply snorted, before searching for some grass. Undertaker simply chuckled, as he walked over to his wagon, and grabbed a few handfuls of hay, and took three trips, which made a nice sized pile of hay in front of Panda. Of course, this wagon wasn't his, he actually got it from one of his clients awhile back. It turned out, that his Client had given him the wrong wagon, this one was fully stocked with all sorts of supplies, the one his client meant to give him was one with nothing in it. Yet, Undertaker took it still, he wasn't going to give a perfect wagon back, especially one filled with supplies. Undertaker then jumped back into his wagon, and closed the small flap that let him into the wagon, the front one, where he could sit and make Panda move, and the back one, where passengers could get onto. He climbed in before he closed it, and started to set up for the night. He moved all the boxes and such to one corner, and then set out a few hay piles over the wood, then put a blanket over the hay, he would most likely feed the hay to Panda in the morning. He then reached for three pillows, another blanket, and a flag in which he used as a blanket. He simply sat on his quite cozy bed, and lit a candle for some light, and a incest. Undertaker also lit one of his cigarettes, and soon changed into just plain, beat up jeans to sleep in. There was a whole in the tail bone part for his tail, and it was very form fitting. He wasn't wearing a shirt, because he hated the trapping feeling that they gave him for some strange reason. He laid down on his makeshift bed, and pulled out one of the only books he had, Lolita. He started the book over for the fifth time, and began to read the first page, his eyes wandering a bit quick over the words. He heard Panda grunting happily as she ate her food, and he soon gave a small grin, cackling to himself.
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03-06-2011, 01:47 AM
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OOC: Yes it's fine I don't mind. Thats exactly how she would react anyways. But in the begining she is in Lupus form but then shifts to Optime when she notices your wolf. .Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+
03-06-2011, 12:34 PM
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03-06-2011, 04:59 PM
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Credit: To Alli for this Sexy Table! OOC: New table *o* WC:652
He unmounted Panda, and held the cage in his hand. He gave a crooked grin as he watched a tiny grin come upon her face. But it soon disappeared, in which he gave a little tsk from his mouth. That was a tiny weakness, never showing emotion. He leaned against Panda again, holding the cage lightly, looking at the creature inside, and soon flicking his eyes towards the girl. There was a large toothy grin on her face, as if she found something funny. He simply shrugged, as he looked at his small wounds from the creature. He looked at the scratches, and they were still bleeding, but not super deep or super large. He stuck his finger gently on the wound, and soon scratched at it with his claws. He laughed, it simply tickled. He couldn't feel pain, he never had. Even when he got his face and neck cut, and he had to sew them up himself, he was laughing the whole time. Undertaker watched with a crooked grin as she stiffened and the large smile disappeared. A small rumble came from her mouth, and he simply replied with a cackle. He closed his eyes for a minute, still cackling, and felt a cold breeze hit his chest. He forgot, he wasn't wearing his cloak. It was a chilly night, seems it may snow tomorrow. He shivered a bit, before shaking his fur gently, and mounting Panda once more. The horse was a strong one, and had thick fur, so of course, she was cold. Although, she was going to be in need of a blanket sooner or later. He cracked his neck gently, as another cold breeze came, making his silver hair flow lightly under the silver moonlight, turning his silver hair into bright white. Undertaker chuckled as she looked that he wanted to kill him. He simply chuckled, and watched as she climbed on top of Panda. Panda simply snorted, and looked behind to see the extra weight. Her ears perked, but she was ready to run to the wagon. He heard her mumble, but simply replied back, "If you hated the creature, why are you coming after her?" Undertaker chuckled, and soon whispered softly, "Hold on tight, Panda is a mad beast." He whipped the reins softly, and soon, Panda was in a fast gallop, dodging trees, jumping logs, and rocks. Panda snorted, running quickly and swiftly, her hoofs clapping gently against the soft ground. He soon smelled the soft, left over scent of the incest, and soon stopped Panda, while she almost reared. He cooed softly in Italian to her, so she would calm, and soon unmounted. He jumped off of Panda, not watching the girl, but still holding the cage of the animal. He hopped onto the wagon, and lit three candles, lighting up the inside of wagon. Boxes in one corner, other stuff in another, he motioned for the girl to come in. He lit an incest, and soon leaned against one of the walls facing the front, the cage next to him. .Undertakerfreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#711111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .Undertakerfreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a8d8d; text-align:center;} .Undertakerfreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Undertakerfreeb {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... akerfb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #8a8d8d; padding: 135px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a8d8d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Undertakerfreeb-border1 {width:454px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .Undertakerfreeb-line1 {width:420px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+
03-06-2011, 08:20 PM
OOC:Credit: To Alli for this Lovely Table!
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The more this damn wolf talked, the more she wanted to taste his blood. To feel the slick sweet mixture slide down her tounge. To be able to lap it up from his insides. Oh how she loved imagening theses kinds of things. She wondered how he tasted. She made a note to ask Rina later about that. Seeing the lucky creature got a few bites on him. Him.. The more she thought of him covered in blood the better he looked to her. She tought he would look sexy bathed in blood. But sadly her mood changed when he pretty much compared her to a human. That she didn't like on bit. Biting back a snal she simply replied... .Silyvafreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#f6f5f7; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #a09fa0; } .Silyvafreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; text-align:center;} .Silyvafreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Silyvafreeb {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#d3d2d4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... afreeb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #7e888e; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#645770; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Silyvafreeb-border1 {width:462px; border:3px solid #f6f5f7; margin:0 auto;} .Silyvafreeb-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #b8b8b9; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+
03-06-2011, 10:52 PM
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Credit: To Alli for this Sexy Table! OOC: A bit rushed, a bit slow, but alright. WC:487
Undertaker didn't answer when she talked of the creature, how she thought that she hadn't. He didn't answer anything on their way here, but he truly wanted to. Of course, he had his own thoughts about what she talked about, about the ferret not being free, Undertaker thought that the game, "Hide and Seek" was really a way for the animal to run away. He sat around in his wagon, taking in the great smell of the incest. He looked at the animal next to him, this girl seemed to care much about it. The animal screeched at him, as if screaming, and he looked around for something. He reached to a nearby small box, and pulled out a bit of lettuce. He held it out to the creature, and stuck it into the cage, hoping it would eat it. In one of the many bins that he had, he pulled out a perfect size cage, with a lock on it. He opened the small door, and opened the smaller cage where the animal was. She grabbed it by it's tiny scruff, and it instantly bit at his vein in his arm. He laughed loudly, and then pushed it into the perfect sized cage. He put the lettuce in there too, and then closed to cage that the animal was in. He put the cage that wasn't in use anymore, and put it into one of the many boxes he had. He watched as his blood dripped, and then thought of the girl. It seemed she craved his blood just as much he craved hers. He brought out a small plate, and let his blood drip gently onto the plate. He squeezed the vein a bit, and more blood dripped out. He then licked his vein, tasting the metallic taste of sweet blood. He then grabbed a bandage, and sloppily wrapped the small wound. He leaned against the wagon again, and smiled a crooked smile as he watched the girl climb into the wagon. Undertaker chuckled lightly, as he remembered the ride. The girl put her hands onto his hips when Panda surged He gave a crooked smile, and soon heard her compliment. He nodded in thanks, and soon, Moved a bit, getting up, leaning slightly. He set up the beds, into two different ones. Of course, he wasn't going to sleep, or else there was a chance that he could have a nightmare, and murder her. He then talked easily, "Ummm, Dooo youu fiindd Iff I bbllesss youu? IIII teenndd tooo attracctt sppirrritts. By the way, I sawww yoouu eyyyyinng mmee, hhhavveee thiiiss blooodd. Itt seemedd youuuu weeeree cravvingg someee."He pushed the plate gently towards her, the bright liquid shining. .Undertakerfreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#711111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .Undertakerfreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a8d8d; text-align:center;} .Undertakerfreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Undertakerfreeb {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... akerfb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #8a8d8d; padding: 135px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a8d8d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Undertakerfreeb-border1 {width:454px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .Undertakerfreeb-line1 {width:420px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+
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03-07-2011, 10:09 PM
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Credit: To Alli for this Sexy Table! OOC: Just so you know, Undertaker's face is scarred beneath his eyes, and he has one yellow green eye and a red eye, and his face is pretty creepy, so I would expect that Silyva will be a bit frightened ^.^ By the way, if you want to read his Italian, hover your mouse over the words, and a small box will tell you what he is saying. WC:1349 As Undertaker leaned against the the wagon's front, leaning against the soft pillow that he had propped up. His one ear slightly twitched as he heard dear Panda whinnying softly, and knew that the girl was mostly likely petting her. Undertaker had truly saved Panda when he was a bit younger, Panda was a baby when he found her. Truly, his old friends had truly found her, her mother's dead body next to her, Panda dying slowly without milk. Undertaker was quite good with horses, so they took to dying foal to him. He could tell she needed milk, and when he used to have a goat, he used the goat's milk to feed Panda. Panda loved him and trusted him for that. And Undertaker trusted her too. She was with him through thick and thin, holding Undertaker on her noble back and galloping away after assassinations. He he gave a small sigh, and soon reached for the lighter and cigarette box close by. He lit a fine cigarette, and began to smoke, puffing some smoke from his mouth, some through his nose. His arms were in a relaxed way, as he heard Panda snort, and heard ever so soft footsteps approaching. Undertaker watched as the girl grinned lightly, and said that the ferret didn't eat the green stuff. Undertaker didn't say a thing as the girl explained that the ferret thing liked meat, just like to Luperci. Hm. He watched as the girl placed the dry meat, now soggy with saliva, and placed it into the cage for the little beast to eat. He slipped his hand in slowly, and pulled out the green lettuce, but the creature darted over and nipped his vein in another place. He laughed a bit, but took out his hand, now dripping a bit, and took out the lettuce too. He threw the lettuce out, and then place his wrist and arm over the plate once more, and squeezed a bit, suppressing his laughter. More blood dripped gently onto the plate, and soon, the whole plate was covered with blood. He licked his arm a bit, and brought out the bandages, and sloppily covered the other wound. He gave a crooked grin as he looked at the irritated look on the girl's face, and cackled gently. Undertaker sat back once more, smoking easily, after he had made two separate beds. After he talked of blessing her, he watched as she shiver a bit. Scared of ghosts? This girl most likely was. Then she wouldn't have liked to be with Undertaker that much. He remembered when he was younger, first learning to be an Undertaker, and his first ghost was the scariest. It had rotting skin, and it's legs and arms fell off, and soon, it's eyeballs. It screeched a high pitched screech that almost made him deaf. When he got rid of it, it ripped at his skin, and now, he had scars to show for it. Of course, he now didn't care of the appearance of the ghosts. Ghosts were ghosts, and they needed to be passed onto the next word. He chuckled a bit as she looked downright confused due to the blood. His thoughts shifted, to the blessing. The girl seemed a bit lost, and he cackled a bit, before joking a bit. "Now I bet you want to sleep here... Therreee arreee qquitttee aa feww sppirrritt'sss arroouunnnddd heerreee."He grinned a bit, but his face was dead serious. This dark forest was perfect for dirty deaths and quick burials. The girl responded, slightly shaky, and he simply nodded. He sighed though, to do a right blessing he had to see. He sighed lightly, and stood up a bit, although, he was almost far to tall for the wagon, he had to bend slightly. He soon opened his mouth to talk, and said, with his back turned, facing a box. "You will not like my face, I know this for a fact. Please do not tell anyone my appearance, I have these long bangs for a reason." As he faced the box, he pulled out a red string and a dark green string. He tied the red string around his longer hair, which was almost down to his feet now, and then used the green string to tie around his bangs, and then tied the green string to the red string. He then grabbed his golden cross, which was nearby, and soon grabbed a large bottle of holy water, which was mixed slightly with olive oil. He then turned slowly, showing a slight frown and his piercing, and very scary yellow green eye and red eye. They were slightly narrowed with sadness about showing himself. He gave a tiny smile, and simply said in his serious voice, "Let's begin, shall we?" Undertaker was going to bless the small creature first. He took her out of it's cage, but of course, put gloves on, that went over his hand, and all the way up to his forearm. The animal couldn't bite through the fabric, so he wouldn't be bleeding the whole time. He held it gently, and held it lightly in one hand. He soon began to speak, in his hauntingly low voice, and held the cross in front of the animal. "dei e dee, benedici questa creatura, privarla dei suoi peccati, proteggerlo dai fantasmi pieni di odio e di peccati. lasciarlo vivere una vita luminosa senza odio, e lascia che sia benedetto e scaricato del odioso."
Undertaker took in a deep breathe, and soon sprinkled the water lightly on the creature. He gently put the female into the cage, and soon turned to the girl. His eyes were solemn, and he soon walked over, and grabbed the cross, and gently touched it to the forehead of the girl. He didn't do it to the creature, he had a feeling the little creature didn't need it. He soon began to speak, his low voice echoing slightly, as the Italian words poured from his mouth. "Benedici questa ragazza e il suo pulito ardesia peccati del rancore e dell'odio. Lasciatela essere pulito, lasciarla non essere nutriti dagli spiriti odiosa della morte che vogliono ottenere la rivincita sulla vita. Lasciate che gli spiriti si gettò ai box dell'inferno o nel più alto dei cieli, lasciarla essere libero." He gave a sigh, and sprinkled holy water on her body. He then put down the cross, let his hair flow down to it's full length, and let his bangs down to cover his face. He gave a crooked smile, and soon sat down once more, leaning against the pillow. He picked up the cigarette from the ashtray, and began to smoke again. Undertaker cackled a bit, but lifted an eyebrow beneath his bangs in curiosity as the kill took out a knife and a bowl. Undertaker blinked under his bangs as the girl let the blood flow into the bowl, and the pushed the bowl, now filled with blood, gently over to him. He cackled a bit, it was like a trade, but with blood. Heh, now they would share blood. He sat up a bit, and let the cigarette down into the ashtray. He grabbed the bowl gently with one hand, and shook it a bit, watching the scarlet liquid move like a current. He remembered once, at a festival back in England when he was a pup, the hand drunk each others blood. He remembered the salty taste of other's blood, and his mouth salivated slightly thinking about it. He opened his mouth, revealing large ivory teeth, before he put his mouth to the bowl, and let the salty liquids fall into his mouth. Once it was emptied into his mouth, he set the bowl down gently, and tasted the red liquid. It was salty, thick, but had a metallic sweetness to it. He swallowed soon, and wiped his mouth with his hand. He licked his lips, and his eyes narrowed lightly under his hair. He gave a small smile. "Deelllicciioouss." .Undertakerfreeb b {font-weight:bold; color:#711111; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #000000; } .Undertakerfreeb-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a8d8d; text-align:center;} .Undertakerfreeb p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .Undertakerfreeb {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... akerfb.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #8a8d8d; padding: 135px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#8a8d8d; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12.3px; text-align:justify;} .Undertakerfreeb-border1 {width:454px; border:1px solid #151515; margin:0 auto;} .Undertakerfreeb-line1 {width:420px; border-bottom:1px dotted #323638; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+
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:: 286 • Word Count :: Undertaker gave a small cackle at her comment. Ha. His blood? The blood of him? Tasting good? He thought he would know what his own blood would taste like, a metallic, cold taste. Not warm and satisfying. He had tasted his blood quite a bit, that's all he tasted. He was evil. At least, that's what he thought. He was a murderer. He had killed a brother, another Undertaker, and his two last mates. His eyes glowed a bit under the cover of his fine silver bangs. Undertaker's eyes soon wandered over to one of the holes, and noticed the color of the sky. Pitch black, the shiny stars shining with all their glory, the fine ivory moon full. Telling by where the moon was, it was about midnight. Undertaker soon opened his mouth to speak in his normal, deep toned voice. "Telling by where the moon is, it's about midnight. I think we shall sleep now?" Of course, Undertaker truly wasn't going to sleep. There was always a chance he might have a nightmare, and attack this poor girl. That wouldn't be good, plus, he had just arrived to... Nivi Sicto? Novis Sctoi?.. Whatever this place was called. He set up the bed for one, as he grabbed a pillow and blanket, and leaned against one of the walls of the wagon. He settled himself into a comfortable position, so he was perfectly aligned with one of the wagon openings, in case he had to expel spirits during the night, but the truth was, he just wanted to watch Panda and the moon. Undertaker gave a small smile to the girl before him, and soon to the animal that was close to him. .undertaker-pinkelephants .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .undertaker-pinkelephants p {padding:5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .undertaker-pinkelephants b {color:#ff8ebb;} .undertaker-pinkelephants-b {width:475px; border:0px solid #000000; margin:0px auto;-webkit-border-radius: 6px; -moz-border-radius: 6px; border-radius:6px;} .undertaker-pinkelephants-name {margin:-20px auto; text-transform:uppercase; font-size:25px; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; padding:10px 25px 0px 0px; width:475px;} .undertaker-pinkelephants-ooc {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic;} .undertaker-pinkelephants {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Undertaker-pin ... ttom-2.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:0px solid #E5CDB6; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7676dd; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:14px; width:475px; text-align:justify; padding: 10px 0px;} .undertaker-pinkelephants-divider {border-bottom:1px dotted #ff8ebb; width:85%; margin:0px auto;} </style> |