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Lucia Cabriel · 03-03-2010, 10:09 AM

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Bad starter post :/ My apologies.

There was a strange warm musk in the air, and though the sun had not risen fully, the sky was painted in several shades, ranging from midnight black to mild peach. Though still on the brink of wintery weather, it was clear that as the day progressed it would be a bright one. This, in itself, was a strange occurrence as of late; rain and sleet had pelted the terrain daily, thus nature must have been thankful for this break.

The landscape itself was a torsion of desolate buildings, twisted trees and naked shrubbery. There were crumbling flats, empty houses; all strangled by trees, ivy and various other types of plants. As such, there was a mild dust in the air. Not quite thick, but given the right circumstances, it could play on the lungs of any animal.

Lucia, who had spent the night walking on two legs, had now shifted to four paws. Her ebony fur shimmed in the morning sunlight, emerald eyes heavy from insomnia. Sleep was a rarity for her, and though she wished it would come, part of her feared such things; nightmares were always hot on her tail, dribbling through her brain like blood through her veins. This, however, would remain her deepest secret; nobody liked weaknesses, not even strangers.

Treading carefully across the dirt-ridden landscape, her malachite eyes scanned each movement around her, there was an unnerving feeling seeping through the atmosphere. She could feel a presence, though there was no visual on who - or what - lingered nearby. “Hello?” Lucia's tone was strong, doused in confidence; a lie if ever there was one, but that would remain a hidden factor; nobody need know that her mask was on, or even that there was one present. “Is somebody there?”

Curiosity more than fear, yet with her anxious disposition, mixed with mild paranoia, she could feel her hackles rising on the back of her neck. A small growl erupted from her throat, quiet enough to not alert any nearby lurkers of her insecurities, though her tone became slightly more aggressive, almost nervous. Being new to the terrain, everything was suspicious. Lucia knew all too well that newcomers were the most likely prey for a homicidal maniac, or a cannibalistic canine. She had often been placed in these situations, and this one felt strangely similar. “Show yourself!”

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Haku Soul · 03-05-2010, 06:04 AM

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Shush, it was a good post Smile 300+

Electric blue orbs glared at the approaching sunrise with cold distaste. The creature found the night far more appropriate, and was now starting to feel a light urge to travel back to its dark premises and let black swallow it fully. This, however, was an impossibility. The chocolate brown man was hours away from the cottage he once had taken from his mother when he first had taken on the Dahlia de Mai tag and he rarely allowed his body to relax in neutral lands these days. The demon had yet to see the war bloom into that beautiful red thing, though knew well that it was always silent before the storm came crushing down. Anticipation rippled through the beast’s spine as it continued to walk north through the twisted scenery of the long fallen empire of man.

An earthen coated ear swivelled lazily as a female’s voice broke through the voices of early birds. It was a canine like this body and he did not doubt that the creature of flesh was expecting his own voice to rise up and ensure her that there was no danger. Now, why would the Dahlian do such a thing? Her voice sounded moments later again and the sound caused the furry ears to fully flatten. His impossibly blue orbs softly fell away from the approaching light of day to pinpoint the direction the voice was coming from. The shortened tail of the beast moved slowly, brushing the animal’s hackles gently, though not at all in good spirits. Jaws parted and grinded together again as the male took in the empty taste of nothing between his decaying fangs.

Light amusement dully made its appearance within the dark hearted creature as the female’s voice sounded a third time and edged him on. He moved then, drifting towards the owner of the voice disguised by a towering mountain of metal and empty windows. He skipped the corner and continued straight forwards for a few moments before his body slowly halted in the middle of the broken road and his face turned to the creature that had interrupted his tranquil morning. The woman was black and the Alpha of Dahlia de Mai thought of Larkspur and his people’s ways. There was much superstition in the world and a coat blessed with the hue of pitch black night proved little. Intense blue investigated the lithe form, finding the scar on her face rather beautiful.

Lucia Cabriel · 03-07-2010, 07:12 AM

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Amazing post hun! I hope this was the kind of response you were after! Smile

The terrain was quiet, too quiet – and even though the ebony femme could hear movement, she began to question whether it lay all in her mind, and in fact the lack of sleep had made her paranoid. Questioning her credibility, her senses, made her nervous – muscles tensed and auds flicking impatiently, awaiting sounds to appear in the flesh, though no voice had responded to her calls. Growling quietly, directed more-so at her current insecurities in reading her environment, Lucia began to doubt there even was a presence lingering, that she had imaged such things to make her loneliness ease up, and make her emptiness feel less overwhelming. She had traveled far and wide over time, yet this place seemed to draw her ever closer; it seemed to tie her to its territories and landscapes like a kidnapper, she couldn't leave (and part of her didn't even want to).

As she fell prey to her wild thoughts and deepest delusions, malachite eyes failed to see the chocolate furred male whom stood merely feet from her body. Her hackles had fallen, now only rising with the exhale of her lungs; claws deep in the earth under her paws, still on edge and not quite satisfied that her mystery noises were all a lie. As such, it seemed she would remain oblivious to the strangers gaze, his beryl orbs boring into her like an owl to a mouse. Yet, as the winds shifted and the surroundings bended to protect her interests, the sweet scent of company floated through her nostrils, alarms ringing in her brain and sending her spiraling back into reality.

Turning her head slightly, her back arched as a warning, viridian eyes fell directly on the male who had not answered her calls. At first silence wrapped itself around her tongue, canines peering over ebony lips as a growl formed in the pits of her stomach; weary and unsure, she couldn't begin to explain the emotions that swarmed her body like bees to a hive. Despite that, there was no denying the strange attraction, for even though many had lain in the bed with this female – whether she had consented or not – this was different on a whole new level. His strange demeanor, the anger which seemed to dance in his uniquely blue eyes, and the stance in which he presented himself – it tickled her interests, and made her question whether being so uptight and protective of herself was the right path to take.

“Why didn't you respond?” She spoke softly, yet did nothing to hide the tension she felt – though intrigued, she was not dumb. Letting her guard down was never wise, especially in a new place, with a male that seemed so different from all the others she had come across. There was almost something... evil, about him, and being a sucker for bad men, that was never a good combination. “It begs the question on whether I should continue our conversation--” she paused, momentarily admiring his scars and, though admittance was a long way off, the rest of his body as well. “--Or just attack you now and get it over with.” Though standing her ground, Lucia could hear her own anxiety, her questionable confidence only a mask for so long – and, all things considered, she felt as though this stranger could see right through it. That, in itself, scared her half to death. Only one other had seen past her cold, almost angry, barrier – and that, unfortunately, had been a complete disaster. That, however, was for another time. Her thoughts had no time to reminisce on old memories – they had to stay clear, prepared. She had no idea what to expect – this male was, for all intensive purposes, unreadable, and that made Lucia extremely nervous.

“Well?” A growl erupted from her maw, her optical scar wrinkling as her facade displayed weary anger. Hackles danced between a rise and fall – unsure of whether to show fighting spirit or remain in the in-between. “Look,” she continued, a dribble of sarcasm on her tongue, and a hint of conflicting personalities – almost like speaking two voices from one mouth, very subtle yet still visible to the trained eye. “I don't particularly want to fight this morning,” eyes drifted over the horizon, the sun now higher in the sky, the darkness fading. “It's a surprisingly nice morning, and if you ruin that for me, well--” she smirked, almost playfully, but only if one could sense it, “--I'll have to teach you a lesson.”

Her mind fell back to the rumors she had heard on her travels, gaze falling for a mere second on the pentagram on his throat. “--Ah,” she growled knowingly, eyes dancing with pride at figuring out something that had not been disclosed via tongues, “--You're Haku, right? The so-called legend behind this lands turmoil?” There was a small hint of admiration in her voice, for her inner demons (or perhaps just a very real dark side) was shining through. “Rumor has it that you caused a war? Forgive me if I speak falsely – strangers don't seem to like answering a newcomer's questions these days. Everybody is always so... edgy.”

Her body shifted slightly, claws now resting atop the earth rather than in it. She had become slightly less uneasy now that a name had been placed upon the male's face – and a beautiful face it was. Taking a few steps towards him, paws hitting the earth silently – small dust clouds forming with each movement, her tassel flickered lightly behind her – not quite respectfully, but enough to ensure he didn't take her confident (almost cocky) attitude as a challenge to his rank and stature. There was almost a flirtatious glimmer in her eyes, as she watched him – fixated by the scars and the general way he presented himself. There was an art to it apparently, and he seemed to know it by heart. “Well? Am I close?” She smiled darkly, lips curling and canines almost glowing behind their obsidian blanket. “What's the matter?” A few more steps forward – they were not that far apart now, she impatiently awaiting a response, quite happy to admire the eye-candy in which had made her morning, not thinking about the possibilities that he may fight her. “--Cat got your tongue?”

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Haku Soul · 03-07-2010, 08:33 AM

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Yours was wonderful as well. 800+

The female’s failing awareness allowed him shortly to take the role of a spectator. She seemed to be devoured by unease and he wondered if her own demons were edging her on as they so often did in other creatures when senses were doubted, causing paranoia to visit their fragile minds. A few moments was it took however, and his burning orbs confidently stayed on her malachite ones. It was the youth of a mortal he witnessed, as always. Her silence allowed the bird’s disturbing twitter to taunt his silky ears yet again when the expected rumble danced through the scarce space between ivory canines. The sound was delicate and smooth, sounding almost like an audible caress had it not been for those natural instincts suggesting otherwise. Anger was not present in the impossible blue, but danger most certainly was. Evil was a powerful thing if unchained, and the large secui was in its mind dazed; high on freedom that had been denied it for so many years. Ancient – yet young as a newborn, though not at all as innocent.

Her voice caused cocoa coated ears to twitch, though they refused to acknowledge fully that he was listening to her words, her question. Such a soft feminine voice with such a delicious range of emotions attached to it. She was tense – had every right to be. The man’s gaze did not travel the least from her sparkling orbs, for her body could not offer any better than he had been given before. Haku Soul had always been gifted by his looks, well helped by the warm hues in his pelt and the dazzling warm blue so rarely seen in nature. Many beautiful women had embraced him and prayed for him to be theirs, but the creature could not be bound by any mortal, no matter how perfect a female’s skin deep beauty proved to be. How sickly fitting it was that a mass murderer and psychopath had taken the male’s virginity, and that even with gentleness. The path of the Soul male had been set for him the moment that blue necklace had slipped down around his throat – the jewellery pulling the child’s natural halo down along with its freedom.

The female’s voice sounded again, moving on without his focus and he wondered why these creatures put such pressure on conversation when there truly was nothing of importance to declare. This woman was a fool, attempting to play those strings that she could not afford to touch. Her words were as false as her perceptible will to die. All she did was to fill the nice silence with sound that held no meaning. Her anxiety spoke louder than any of the words dancing out from her dark form. Whether or not it was clear to her that her voice allowed her to peek into her emotional state was not at all important to the blue eyed demon. His mind wondered why nevertheless though, and whether or not it was a feeble attempt to escape exhumation. There was little effort put in to hide the hollow hunger burning with that deceiving forever blue colour within his bright eyes. Her body was alive and she continued to toy with death and filled his head with words, those words that he could not comprehend.

His glare finally moved now, watching his beloved shadows slowly shrink and draw back as the day advanced and laughed at him with its smooth rays and blinding smile. Her light threat, regardless if it was true or false was left unchallenged as eyes searched for black and crimson. The daylight transformed everything and temporarily stripped him for his entire kingdom, or so it felt like. Shadows would always provide him with his hungering demons and visions, but the sun’s direct light rarely allowed him to see clearly past this dimension. Ear perked finally as his own name sounded from the cheeky female’s mouth and he let his hollow gaze return to the woman, thinking it was many nights since he had last tasted canine flesh. He supposed this name of his would ever be anonymous again. This woman was not the first creature that had guessed the beast’s identity. Gossip always travelled well because wild animals slowly were turning into the second generation of man.

She was approaching now, and yellowing fangs itched behind sealed lips. Was she close? Did she believe she was? Again he wondered exactly how much she wished for death. He appreciated open invites to feast on another soul, though he had found that ignorance was most canines’ best friend. They never knew, never understood the words they so bravely spoke. Far too often it was just the part of a greater act, but the price was always theirs to pay. Lips gave way for well used canines hungry for her flesh and they were displayed proudly on the face where insanity danced in sky blue eyes. Did she know that he could turn her into a shadowy creature bound by eternal agony? There was no rumble in the man’s throat, and no words filling the empty gap her voice had inhabited.

Lucia Cabriel · 03-10-2010, 05:54 AM

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WC 980.
That was a hard post to respond to - amazing though, best I've read from anybody in a long time! Smile

Her world was filled with a deathly silence; nothing but the morning birds and the distant cries of crows. Sunlight had began to fully overtake the midnight, shadows fading and shrinking into nothingness – an abyss that would not be present in her life for another day. She missed the shadows; the ease of blending into her surroundings. After all, with a colorless hue, where else would it be possible to hide? Not perhaps from others, but from herself. She harbored deep secrets – the type that even she knew little about. There were suspicions, but other than that, it was denial that excessively ate away at her like cancer, telling her that all the rumors about her condition were just others trying to scare her, make her less bold in a world that tore out hearts and stole souls. She, however, would not bend to that will – she would simply pretend. That, for all intensive purposes, worked just fine... for now.

Twitching her auds, listening to the sweet nothingness that the male presented her with, she let her lips curl into a knowing smile. There was no point trying to battle her wits with this one; he seemed to devoid, too lacking in anything worth fighting for. However, he was quite beautiful for such a horrible soul – it was a curious thing, something which Lucia would surely persue someday. Yet, for now she remained equally as silent, watching and waiting. Her eyes fixed on his, her body relaxing in the bask of the morning rays. There was no point being bitter – even if the entire situation did provoke her temper. That was something she'd never tell.

Watching his own lips twitch, his eyes dance with a crazy aura that she had seen many times before in her own reflection, there was a revelation in the midst of her mind. She growled quietly to herself, placing herself atop darkened haunches, tassel curled around her paws. There was little to be said for his silence, it merely irritated her curiosity. It was an itch that couldn't be scratched – not now at least. With her emerald optics staring emptily at him, her facade as emotionless as physically possible, she let herself slump into her own abyss. Thinking, listening to the thoughts (perhaps even voices) which littered her mind, she let herself slide away from the male's attention, or perhaps lack of. There was a strange glow about him, a curiously mad aura that she could not place. She wondered what made him this way, what had triggered such disturbance in his mind. Did he hear voices? Did he see things? There was an annoying sense of similarity in his madness, though, as usual, denial reared its ugly head and she surpassed the thoughts as nothing but paranoia. After all, wasn't that her new best friend?

Her maw slipped into a yawn, her optics closing as her canines reveled in the momentary sunlight. A small echoing growl left her throat, though it was nothing but a reaction to the sleepiness that was tearing at her innards, trying to weaken her – she would not give in, the nightmares were too harsh, too real. Reopening her virdian coals, the ebony female reconnected with the male's own gaze and sat as quietly as she could. If her questions wouldn't be answered, she would play him at his own game – for two silent minds were greater than two which shared knowledge. It was a simple war plan really, as she had once read in a book. If each one remained unknowing of the others tactics and moves, it made it more challenging – there were higher chances of survival. Simply put, not knowing anything meant that there was no leverage in the future – nothing that could be used against them, nothing to sign their death warrant.

She wanted to smile at this thought, it made her nerves tingle. There were images of blood, battles, pain – they danced in her mind like liquid fire. Her lip twitched, but that was all. The inner will of this female even amazed her; she would not falter, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not now, not ever. Admiring her own imagination, she remained seated in the dusty earth, watching him like a hawk. The void that was his facade even more beautiful in the light of day; the sunbeams dancing around him like a taunting femme – well, perhaps just like her really. In retrospect, that was her all summed up; a taunting femme who could be naughty or nice... she could be anything that he wanted her to be, and in all honesty, she could safely assume that he probably wanted her to be dead right now. In all fairness, she couldn't blame him.

Flicking her tassel in the dust, little clouds forming and whirling around her paws, she watched as a crow flew overhead. A part of her hoped it would release its excrement on the head of the male, though she knew the chances of that would be small. The thought, however, made her mind chuckle; the only sign of this in her malachite eyes. They drifted wildly, momentarily normal – always with a maddening glimmer. There was inner demons, and then there was Lucia; she was the utmost definition of crazy, and though it didn't seem that way now, there was definite signs that this little gem would shine out in the near future. The only thing that could be hoped for was that it wouldn't be Haku who witnessed such a thing – he came across as the type of canine who would use that against her, and as arousing as that thought was to the ebony female, she would rather he didn't. All she wanted was for him to speak, and even that seemed doubtful right now.

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Haku Soul · 03-12-2010, 07:07 AM

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I bet D: don't feel required to push the length of your post if you find it difficult to respond! 500+

She was a creature that pulsed with warmth, so different from those hiding in shadows. The blood coursing through their bodies made them weak. The hunter feasted on its pray. There was no hypocritical about the brown furred being – his body was warm and to a certain degree also mortal like the rest of its species, but it was merely a temporary vessel. The soul that had inhabited this body had been eaten away until it was no different from the rest of the damned creatures of the underworld. He frowned at the mortal arrogance, their foolish beliefs. They thought they had free will and they dared to challenge the gods with their newfound ways. They walked on two and they feasted on the human way in the true species’ absence. There was little resentment for this, for he was the reaper and fed from the masses of sinners. Many thought of him as a monster and sinner, but even the ninth was in the end just a tool that followed a greater being; consumed by fire and surrounded by screams.

She failed to recognize his hungry face for what it was: death. Or did the invitation to devour her still stand regardless? It was becoming difficult to determine the eye of the beholder, for the weed had spread everywhere so that worth was sometimes hard to set apart from ignorance. Mortals thought so highly of themselves that they were unable to grasp superiority within others. Firefly was a beautiful example of a soul unable to understand power. She had only seen her own, imaginable one, and it had cost her. Yet still standing empty-handed left she refused to acknowledge what was plain for all to see: that she was a failure. Haku had lost his faith in this life and refused to see this woman’s behaviour as anything but dense. He was well aware that he could be mistaken, but it could not be considered a loss in any way regardless. He was here to take lives, not to judge souls. All would eventually be devoured whole.

Her relaxed pose and lack of proper respect caused red to flash through him though, and so his jaws parted magnificently as his hind legs pushed against the hard ground. He was in her face in an instant, snapping his row lethal daggers shut mere inches from her forever tempting flesh. He could draw lines on her body far more exquisite than the little line on her face. He could show her what he could do. The beast continued to advance, pushing her back with his compact body that spoke of battle and dried blood. The urge to tear through her was present, but those blue eyes had yet to dance up into his skull with their madness. While she was mostly untouched still, the male knew that he wanted to touch her body; knew he wanted to hurt her and release the crimson liquid current that he so vividly dreamed of night and day.

His teeth flashed again, though they seemed to lack purpose. The beast glared into her eyes, wanted to see fear fill up and teach her truth.

Lucia Cabriel · 03-12-2010, 11:02 AM

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Yay! New post set! Big Grin

It appeared as though Lucia's instincts had gotten the better of her; a rainbow of dark brown fur and pale canines appearing directly in front of her vision. Saliva from his snapping jaws dribbled onto the earth beneath her, tiny specks flicking onto her muzzle; there was a stench of dried blood on his breath. His baby blues glared upon her body like a plague of rats, or perhaps just a pile of manure – she wasn't entirely sure; either way, her desire to push his buttons had been fulfilled, and the most amazing part of it was just how easy it had been. Letting her guard down, disregarding his rank in the canine hierarchy, it appeared to be the biggest sin of all, and oh, how she reveled in the glow. Her mind swelled with ignorant pride; there was always something rewarding about setting somebody off the rails, and this would be no different.

As his body seemed to press her backward, her paws reversing in the dried earth, rising from her haunches, Lucia's face lay expressionless. There was a blank canvass to where her sarcasm and curiosity had once been, her eyes seemed to momentarily roll back into her skull. Thus, she was not stupid – she knew better than to challenge Haku, yet the thrill of perhaps pushing him a little further over the edge became too much. She had to try, at least. After all, one more scar wouldn't hurt. Well, at least it wouldn't after it healed... and damn, they did look good. Baring this in mind, the ebony female's muscles tightened, her hackles rising slowly; first on her neck, slowly working their way down her spine. Spittle formed on her lips, canines peering out as a low growl escaped her throat. She didn't wish to fight, that was obvious by the fact her tassel remained slightly lower than the rest of her posture, a tiny bit of respect was required here at least. Yet, she did want to carry on this little party she had going on – it amused her, and, in some weird kind of way, it was arousing. There was always something hot about a male showing dominance – whether it was instinct or just her warped sense of reality, it didn't matter. All she knew was that right now, more than ever, she wanted attention... and the fact it wasn't likely to happen made it all the more appealing. After all, that was real world 101 – want, but can't have. It was the temptation, the desire. It fueled everything, and Lucia was no different.

Watching Haku, her absinthe-painted coals narrowed slyly. A cruel, almost amused smirk sprawled itself over her face, a glimmer of egotistical glory in her gaze. “My, my,” she cooed softly, a small growl rumbling underneath her voice as she continued to move backward. He was relentless it seemed, she just placed him as crazy. That was just as good. “That's a nasty temper you have there--” she paused, trying to read his next move, but that too was difficult; there was a maddening aura growing around him, and that in itself, begged the question of how he even managed to be a leader – maybe that's why he had started the war... he was just insane. “--looks like we do have similarities.” There was a sarcastic dribble atop her tongue, though she kept her distance. She knew, if she pushed too hard, she would most probably die. That was undeniable – and the rumors, it seemed, were true. That said, she also knew that if given the opportunity to show off to a leader came along, she should take it. That was exactly what she had in mind. If it came to it, she would put up one hell of a fight, and even if she lost, at least she could show that even females had the skills to survive. It was a win-win situation in her eyes, though, truth be told, a small shimmer of insanity clouded her judgment, and that was her weakness.

“You know,” she continued, almost flirtatious in tone, her aggression mirrored by her frame; muscles ripping, claws digging the earth as she gave a little leeway to the male as he claimed his rightful dominance in the hierarchy. “...I can be very useful to a man like you,” she grinned coldly, a fire in her eyes, as though she knew exactly what she was doing – which, clearly was not the case. She was winging the entire thing, and the adrenaline it gave her was bigger than any drug binge or party she had ever been to, it was better than anything she could imagine. It made her feel wonderful. “I have skills,” she purred, a Cheshire smile on her maw, though her body still wrapped in the possibilities of battle, “You have needs. Your frustration is clearly overwhelming. Have you tried bath salts?” A small chuckle seemed to dance in her eyes, though no sound escaped her maw. “With a temper like that--” Her auds flicked, momentarily distracted by the calls of an eagle that flew overhead; with this atmosphere, it wouldn't have surprised her if it had been vultures. “--perhaps we should remedy the cause?”

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Haku Soul · 03-22-2010, 09:12 AM

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Again she turned away from the overwhelming truth, but he could not guide her on her way of life. Life was something most creatures should lack, and this woman in front of him was no different. Ignorance ran so sweet through their veins, and he could hardly judge them for what they were. After all, they had been created in the image of that deceitful god that had turned his back on his creations swiftly after, and while darkness rolled over them like an eternal eclipse. They would never see the light of day again. A salmon tongue danced across his decaying set of teeth, and the melancholy swiftly visited as he took in the empty taste of nothing. Now she was here, and so very close, yet his teeth were still dry. His eyes ached for far more glorious colours than black and white and absinthe green, but he remained calm, for he had until the end of time.

Perhaps she thought she saw a similar soul within his brightly lit orbs, but again this proved that this arrogant female knew nothing. The soul within this vessel was all but dead and utterly destroyed. The demon had fed off its life-force until nothing but a twisted image of the taint remained. Many had called Haku mad in the past; but that word had never fitted him as well as it would now. The transformation was complete and it was the ninth son within the wolf’s body that felt the gravel crunch under its paws as he continued to press the foolish loner backwards. Perhaps she could have been useful in some way, but her delusional ways caused reluctance to get the better of him. He had met her kind so many times before. Svara had once upon a time seemed like a promising individual, but it was close to insane how wrongly he had judged her.

There were no more chances to give, because no mortal could gain his trust or respect. He could be intrigued by their ways and seek out darkened souls, but where there once had been effort there was mostly indifference now. He was already fed up with the mortal creatures on earth. ”Foolish,” was the twisted, lonely whisper that slithered out between tight lips as he chose to reveal to her again how tacky and false her behaviour was. They adored playing around with death, but would they if they knew the price he took for such daring behaviour?

Lucia Cabriel · 04-07-2010, 07:12 AM

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Her eyes grew cold, a stare that could merely be described as disgust. Her lip twitched, it was as though she was fighting a growl which would rattle the earth with its anger. Haku's voice slid across her mind like poison, a moth to a flame; that single word biting into her very soul. She had not ever imaged someone to be so cold, so empty. He was an emotionless void of nothingness, and even with her stubborn attempts to breach his protective barriers, he still persisted to see through her.

Claws tightened as her muscles rippled under obsidian fur, dirt clung to the pads of her feet and a single speck of saliva dribbled down from her canines. Removing her gaze, she felt it was best to return the favor – now looking through him rather than at him. There was an awkward tension in the air, and it would probably just get thicker. “So be it,” she snarled bluntly, her tone blank – not even a growl in her throat. “Have it your way, Haku.” Lucia's paws shifted, she began to turn her back on him. With auds atop her crown, she waited, hoping for some sort of response.

Now with all her body facing away from the demonic male, she rose her gaze to the horizon. “You know,” she continued, her tassel flicking above her form, marking her dislike for the situation, and perhaps even the male who stood behind her. “I was only trying to give you some company. Loneliness is a cruel thing.” She paused, emerald eyes now glowing with the knowledge of her words, reminiscing the memories of her loneliness like a bad nightmare. “Perhaps one day you will discover that some of us are just like you. Insane, lost... Alone.” A small smile crawled over her lips, although hidden from view of the male whom she spoke with. “I hope I am there when that happens. I can't wait to tell you I told you so.”

She began to walk away, slowly; uncaring of the consequences. Her guard, though a little lower than his, remained up. She knew he could possibly attack her with her back turned, but it wasn't a worry she would ponder on. She simply waited, hoping he would stop her from leaving. It would be an interesting development if such were to happen. She just waited, hoping, listening. Would he stop her? She would soon find out.

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Haku Soul · 04-13-2010, 05:30 AM

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He was amused, yet no sign of a smirk entered his face as the woman snarled out in disappointment when he did not want to play one of her games with her. His eyes belonged to the ancient demon seated in the driver’s seat, and there was only the slightest sign disgust for the living thing and her far larger ego. Would it be his way merely because it was not her way? He disagreed, but let the woman shift and turn her pitch black back on him. How he lusted after that beautiful colour. Instead of chasing for what he could not have, he remained there in his earthen colours with his intense sky blue gaze, seemingly indifferent.

Instead of taking her leave immediately she began to whine again; complained about his lack of attention. It was all she had ever wanted, he could tell. She could have disappeared with some false sense of pride left, but now as she literally begged for him to take her, she lost it all. She thought she was like him? How dared she. Fangs flashed, brought forth by her inane arrogance. She knew nothing of insanity. She knew nothing of loneliness. She had not spent half an eternity coiled up on a dead man’s chest like he had. Loneliness could not touch him. On the contrary, he appreciated it.

He merely sat there, watching her, waiting for her to take her leave. If anything she should be grateful from getting out of this with her life intact.

Lucia Cabriel · 04-21-2010, 05:57 AM

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WC 346.

Shall we archive this now? ;o

His silence ate away at her soul. It crawled through her like cancerous spiders, spinning their web of pain and misery as quickly as her heart beat in her chest. The urge to turn and face him once more burnt itself into her mind, but the stubbornness that she carried – one of her strongest traits – reined victoriously. With her back still facing Haku, she frowned. Would she ever see him again? She knew she would like to, but as always, only time would time. Her mind explored all the possibilities, but as it were, they all remained unappealing to the female's nature. All she could think about was the possible joy of tearing out his throat one day – and though she did not hate this creature, his obnoxious arrogance – or perhaps just plain ignorance – was something that could not be desired. There was nothing outwardly drawing about him, but perhaps inside... That would explain the beginnings of her obsession. Or at least, that's what she put it down to.

Flicking her tassel above her, a banner of her disrespect and her opinion that she could perhaps be better than this male in so many different ways, she began to move again. Paws hitting the earth with silent thuds, and eyes scanning the horizon before her. There was tension in the air, but more suspense. She knew that if he made a move, she was vulnerable – but with the rage building up inside her, she would take that risk. “Goodbye Haku,” she growled, though no emotion rang out this time. Her face now expressionless, empty. The canvass had been erased. “I hope you don't rot in your own filth and disgust too soon – I pray we meet again for another enthralling conversation, for your skills in that matter, are just so good.” She sniggered to herself, and as she did so, her steps slipped into a jogging pace. She was soon in the distance, and thus far, glad to be rid of the male who did not speak.

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