[M] It's a pity you had to see me on a burning day - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: [M] It's a pity you had to see me on a burning day (/showthread.php?tid=14353) |
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- Axelle Napier - 01-08-2011 [html]
Postdated to Jan. 1st WC: 436 So, it was burning day after all. She had been taking care of the pups for a couple of hours now, and didn’t want to get too attached to them. Axelle placed the pups on the blanket inside the shack, opened the protesting door, and walked outside closing it behind her. She didn’t want the pups to freeze to death before she got her revenge. That would kill the whole point of burning them alive. .ghandi b {font-weight:bold; color:#A5464B; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ghandi i {font-weight:italic; color:#413C36; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color:#000000;} .ghandi {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#CAB49F; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/jayydx.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 0px 0px 235px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#410e3c; line-height:17px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Kemo Nishant - 01-10-2011 [html]
Long walks and deep thoughts were abound for Kemo lately. Besides training, he really didn't have much else to do apart from exploring and, well, long walks and deep thoughts. It was anyone's guess what he was currently thinking about as he let his paws take him wherever they willed, but it seemed today, rather than taking him in a random direction, they willed him to a place where something was taking place that he never could have imagined in his life. He was unaware of this, however, as he just kept right on walking, paws crunching in the snow, head hung down. He had never felt more alone in his life than the times he had spent without Ralla. He had tried to convince himself that she didn't feel for him, that he didn't feel for her, but the more he thought about it the more he just couldn't bring himself to agree on one side or the other. Those thoughts ceased, however, when his nose picked up the scent of smoke and something burning. It was meat and fur from the overly sensitive scent he picked up, and he rushed toward the source to find out what could possibly be going on. That scent couldn't be good. Burning fur and meat symbolized either a forest fire or something else, though he knew it must have taken at least one victim. Whether it was canine or other he didn't know, but he was determined to find the source. Why else would the Moon have sent him this way? It wasn't hard to find the source of the scent. As he got closer and closer the scent became more and more powerful, almost burning his nose with the sheer intensity of it. When he finally heard the crackling of a fire he stopped, sniffing even deeper. There it was, a wolf's scent, one all too familiar. The last time he had talked to this wolfess, they had shared some good times, but would she be as friendly to him this time? He certainly felt in a good mood, though he didn't know how wrong that was. "Axelle...I think your tail's sitting in the fire, something smells like it's really burning. I can smell that a mile away." It was prolly a longer distance than that, but he didn't really care about exact distance at the moment. Just what the heck was this wolfess up to? It was then that he heard the little yelps, but he still couldn't put two and two together at the moment. Who could blame him? Who could ever possibly imagine, even someone as messed up as Kemo, just what was going on in this little area in the middle of nowhere? It seemed only Axelle knew the answer to that. "Mind if I ask what you're up to?" He had no idea just how messed up the situation before him was. Kemo ”talks”, walks, and .kemoforest-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#7f7a5b; letter-spacing:1px; } .kemoforest-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kemoforest-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kemoforest-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:370px; background-color:#121212; background-image:url(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/8206/souls43.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #000000; padding: 350px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: cambria, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c0c0c0; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Axelle Napier - 01-14-2011 [html] WC: 362 The flames danced before Axelle’s eyes. The little charred pieces of pup bones were slowly disintegrating in the flames. She unraveled the blanket and took the Kemo look-a-like pup out first. She held it up to her face and stared into it’s ugly little mug. First to go. Without a proper goodbye, she tossed it into the flames. The pain stricken yelps lasted for about twenty seconds before they ceased and the pup’s body lay limp in the flames. Fur and skin melted away shriveling up sickly. Burning pup meat filled the air as Axelle continued to watch him burn. .ghandi b {font-weight:bold; color:#A5464B; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ghandi i {font-weight:italic; color:#413C36; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color:#000000;} .ghandi {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#CAB49F; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/jayydx.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 0px 0px 235px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#410e3c; line-height:17px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kemo Nishant - 01-30-2011 [html]
Kemo stopped dead when he heard the yelps and the scent of burning meat and fur refreshed in his nose. Is she burning rabbits or something? No rabbits don't make that noise, there was only one thing that made that noise. Was she burning...puppies? No, no way that couldn't have been it, could it? His focus snapped in her direction, clearly showing what he had been thinking about. "Hello Axelle...what are you..." He was cut off by another series of those little yelps, slightly muffled in something. Despite his confusion as to what was going on, his mind began to do the math and connect the proverbial dots. At her invitation, he didn't see why he shouldn't. With that, he headed over to her and sat down beside her, feeling the warmth of the fire and smelling the scent of burning fur and flesh. It was strange, something he never smelled before in his life. How could anyone explain the gentle stirring within the pleasure center of his mind at the scent, the gentle sighing of the beast within him. He certainly couldn't, but he was determined to find out just what was going on here. He continued "staring" at the crackling fire, the strange savage look in his eyes obvious as they glowed with the firelight. "What are you doing Axelle? Or should I say, what are you burning?" He let down his guard a bit, his muzzle breaking into a slightly noticeable sneer. Could she really be as evil as he was? In a way, she could be, but in other ways, she couldn't. Only her answers would let him know the truth. Kemo ”talks”, walks, and .kemoforest-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#7f7a5b; letter-spacing:1px; } .kemoforest-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kemoforest-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kemoforest-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:370px; background-color:#121212; background-image:url(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/8206/souls43.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #000000; padding: 350px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: cambria, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c0c0c0; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Axelle Napier - 02-03-2011 [html] Haha, this is horrible. She's getting him to burn his OWN kiddss ! & its okay, I've been gone for like a week now too ... so its all good WC: 268 Kemo was clearly and utterly confused at the fact that Axelle was doing something, probably, more evil than he could ever dream of. With only two puppies left, Axelle wanted to make sure he was going to throw one into the flames. He sat next to her, and she picked up the last puppy she was going to throw into the fire. Her own look-a-like. This one was hard. She wanted so much for it to live, and strive, but then again it was a mistake. A mistake pup that shouldn’t even be here living and breathing right now. After breathing deeply, she tossed it into the flames. She covered her ears so that she would not hear its painful little cries. One left. One with Kemo’s name written all over it. .ghandi b {font-weight:bold; color:#A5464B; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ghandi i {font-weight:italic; color:#413C36; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color:#000000;} .ghandi {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#CAB49F; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/jayydx.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 0px 0px 235px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#410e3c; line-height:17px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kemo Nishant - 02-16-2011 [html]
Kemo listened carefully to what the wolfess was doing. The smell of the burning flesh and fur was still quite fresh in the air and he wondered just how long she had been out here doing this. It was only when another loud series of yelps, followed by the fresh scent of more burning flesh and fur that Kemo actually moved, actually revealed that he was paying attention at all. So it was true then. She was burning puppies, alive no less, right here in the middle of scenic nowhere, a place he would never forget if he had been able to see. The scent was now revealed to him, the strong scent of innocent death, taken from these pups before they even knew what the world was or saw it for themselves. The sad thing was, he would never forget this particular scent, would never be able to forget just what was going on here. Thousands of questions flew through his mind now, questions that couldn't be answered, but only suspected. Just who did these pups belong to? Did she steal them from someone? Were they hers and she didn't want them anymore? What could have caused her to come to such a deliciously evil solution to these pups' demise, or the idea of taking these pups from whoever they belonged to? Out of all these questions that soared through his mind, Axelle voiced one that he would have never thought nor expected her to ask him. He had to think for a moment. THis was not something that was asked of anyone, at just any time, because there was a certain kind of sadistic way of thinking that could bring on such a question, both equally apparent in the questioner and the answerer. With only a moment's pause, he looked up, his mind made up and his thoughts all repeating the same thing. "Yes, I will help you, but only because this is something that must be done. It is obvious these pups are not right for this world. However, don't ever ask me to do something like this again. If these were my pups or belonged to someone I cared deeply for, I would have to kill you." He reached out his hand for the pup, wondering just how many she had hidden away from his prying nose and ears. Kemo ”talks”, walks, and .kemoforest-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#7f7a5b; letter-spacing:1px; } .kemoforest-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kemoforest-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kemoforest-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:370px; background-color:#121212; background-image:url(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/8206/souls43.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #000000; padding: 350px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: cambria, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c0c0c0; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Axelle Napier - 02-17-2011 [html] =] WC: 244
.ghandi b {font-weight:bold; color:#A5464B; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ghandi i {font-weight:italic; color:#413C36; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color:#000000;} .ghandi {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#CAB49F; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/jayydx.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 0px 0px 235px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#410e3c; line-height:17px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kemo Nishant - 02-18-2011 [html]
The moment the pup touched his outstretched hand it seemed to calm down, as if he had a calming touch. That was certainly strange, something that should have raised a flag in the white wolf, had he ever handled pups before in his life, or seen pups this young interact with their mother and father. Sadly, both for the pup and for the father, Kemo had never had the experience of having his own pups. Something about this one though, he just couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt something. Before he could think further about it, her evil giggle brought him out of his trance and he gently thumbed the small creature, listening to its quiet little snuffles. With an almost foreboding move, he turned towards the fire and allowed the pup to fall asleep in his hand, just relishing in the feel of the warm little pup in his hand, the gentle noises the pup made, and the short time he would have before permanently ending a life. With the last few seconds before the pup's life would be extinguished, Kemo raised the pup to his muzzle and gently whispered into its ear. "You are not right for this world pup. I'm sorry that the Moon has decided to take you from this world so soon, but you should be happy that you have been placed in the care of the Moon's right hand of judgment. May you cross over easily to the other side." With that, he turned to Axelle and in one swift movement grabbed the pup's head and snapped its neck before throwing it into the fire. Kemo dusted his hands, turning to look at the wolfess. "It's done. These pups have been returned to the Moon, as was its will. We have done a great thing here Axelle." He smiled wickedly at her. Kemo ”talks”, walks, and .kemoforest-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#7f7a5b; letter-spacing:1px; } .kemoforest-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kemoforest-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kemoforest-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:370px; background-color:#121212; background-image:url(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/8206/souls43.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #000000; padding: 350px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: cambria, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c0c0c0; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Axelle Napier - 02-21-2011 [html] LOL :X WC: 272
.ghandi b {font-weight:bold; color:#A5464B; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .ghandi i {font-weight:italic; color:#413C36; letter-spacing:1px;} .ghandi p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px; color:#000000;} .ghandi {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#CAB49F; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/jayydx.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 0px 0px 235px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#410e3c; line-height:17px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style>[/html] - Kemo Nishant - 04-01-2011 [html]
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Kemo sat and stared into the flames, allowing himself to be drawn up into the heat and the evil of the moment. He was only vaguely aware of Axelle's presence, choosing only to file her back and focusing himself on the burning pups, as a sign of respect to their passing. Whose pups were these exactly? Did they belong to Axelle? Did she steal them? Why did he feel a burning need to help her out with this, no pun intended, and most of all, why did he...like it? It was only when she released a giggle that he was brought out of his reverie. He turned and focused his attention at the darkness that was where she stood, or sat, or whatever she was doing, and smiled at her. All he could do was sit in silence for a moment before he managed to think of something to say, though it wasn't much. "So is this all you planned on doing today Axelle?" The moment the words left his mouth he realized how hilarious they sounded and burst into laughter, rolling on the ground in front of the wolfess. Considering just what happened, the murder, the burning, the entire morbidity of the situation, it would only take someone with a truly morbid sense of humor to understand just what was so funny, something that Kemo didn't share with just anybody. Kemo ”talks”, walks, and .kemoforest-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#7f7a5b; letter-spacing:1px; } .kemoforest-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kemoforest-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kemoforest-a01 {margin:0 auto; width:370px; background-color:#121212; background-image:url(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/8206/souls43.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:3px double #000000; padding: 350px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: cambria, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c0c0c0; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> - Axelle Napier - 04-12-2011 [html] Yeah, it should be maybe after my next reply ? There’s really nothing left to do anyways… I’ll have Axe wrap it up =) WC: 222
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