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- Lucia Cabriel - 07-16-2011 [html] <3 Dusk was coming. The once bright rays of the sun drifted downwards, midnight blue now plaguing the sky. Stars began to rear their heads, nosing at the world below them. It was as though they watched everything that went on, twinkling words to each other, gossiping all night long. The air, however, was still thick with heat. Humid and distasteful, even the trees seemed to sweat. There was no wind, not a whisper or a lick. It was silent, still. It was eerie. <style type="text/css"> .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 07-31-2011 [html] OOC: I am really sorry for the wait on this! +5
He was able to breathe air once more. It felt like he had been asleep for so long. Truth was, that he had been asleep within the mind of Mars for some time now, but he did not realize that the seasons had changed, that more time had passed than he realized. He was a man of action when he was awake, and now that he was, he found himself in a strange land once again. He was in that place and it smelt of that woman he raped, and then of others. He did not stay though, for he had things to do. He rummaged through things until he had found his white pants, and his nailed baseball bat. He happened to be able to find them quickly and then he quickly left the house and the pack lands that were once again, different from what he remembered from before. How come he kept on waking up in these strange places? He didn't have the time to actually think it all the way through, nor did he have the intellect or the patience to do so.
He hurried away from these pack lands. He noticed that the pack smell was different from the last time too. It made him wonder briefly if he had been a part of the pack or not. He put his nose to his fur and he inhaled. He was part of it. He wondered what it was called, but not for too long, he had business to attend to. Whatever that may be (either raping women or murdering some poor fool) he was rushing to commit whatever crimes were on his mind today. The first thing on his list was to blacken his pelt with soot and dirt though, because he found that his fur was partially white...again.. He had to do this every time, and he didn't understand why some of his fur would turn white when he was clearly a black wolf(again, Hurricane wasn't all that smart). So the male found himself some wood and then he would set fire to wood and wait until there was soot for him to roll in. He was lucky to be around for a long as it took for the fire to eat away at the wood, and by that time, dusk had been rolling in. He liked the dark, it made it easier for him to hunt. He took his pants off, and plopped down into the ash and rolled in it, making sure that every inch of white on his body turned to black and gray. Once this was achieved, the male had dragged his bat along with him, and he started his hunt.
Hyperactive nose would take in the scents around him, trying to pick out which scents were still present within the area. The fresh smell of cigarettes would enter that nose and his shackles would raise on end. The sticks reminded him of Bartholomew. Bartholomew needed to be eradicated, for he was annoying, and he bothered the unstable Hurricane many a time before now. Hurricane hurried his steps, and the nailed bat clanged and scraped against the cracked pavement that he would be trotting over. The scent led him not to Bartholomew though, but to a lonely woman. Ice blue eyes locked on the shadow woman's form, and pink tongue would find itself running over his sooty lips. Ladies who go out into the night alone tend to not make it home alive the male growled, a crooked smile on his scarred face from the last time he had told a princess she was going to die tonight.
.hurricane1-z91 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .hurricane1-z91 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .hurricane1-z91 b {color:#670000; letter-spacing:-.2px;} .hurricane1-z91 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/c9Q9t.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:200px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#fff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:422px; text-align:justify; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; } .hurricane1-z91-border {width:424px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -moz-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A; -webkit-box-shadow:3px 3px 4px #2A2A2A;} </style>[/html] - Lucia Cabriel - 08-11-2011 [html] Sorry for the wait hun! There had been the faint whisper of smoke on the wind. Despite the lit cigarette that fitted neatly between the dark female’s fingertips, it wasn’t the same. It was burning wood. Glancing across the horizon, Lucia could make out a sliver of silver in the darkening sky, though the source remained masked by the desolate buildings and strangling vines. Her emerald eyes watched it for a while, as it danced in and out of the clouds, pondering who or what needed the heat so bad. It wasn’t exactly a cold night, nor had it been for a while, yet from experience the dark female knew, not everything was as it seemed. <style type="text/css"> .lt b {font-weight:bold; color:#91ba5a; letter-spacing:1px; } .lt .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #a99393;} .lt p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .lt {margin:0px auto; width:450px; background-color:#2c3033; background-image:url(http://i972.photobucket.com/albums/ae20 ... /table.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 350px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:10px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Mars Bartholomew Russo - 09-08-2011 [html] OOC:I should be the one apologizing for the wait. I've been pretty flaky these last few weeks because of my internet situation. +5 She had a right to feel threatened, uncertain, for the man was a being that certainly did mean her harm in one way or another. He hadn't decided what he would do with her yet, the gears in his mind slowly turning as he thought about his options. There were only two options in his mind really, rape or kill. At some point in time, his mind had considered both things, but he also did like to keep his rape victims alive, just so that they were either cursed with bastard children, or their mind was scarred with his ice blue eyes that he did not believe to be that color. Hurricane believed his pelt to be pitch black, and his eyes to be a stunning, yet unique, and rich purple color. He had a lot of things wrong about who he was, but he had never been in the face of a mirror that did not lie to him. He thought what he thought and he would not accept any other thoughts, including the facts of whom he really was and not whom he thought he was. She told him that she was no lady, that he would find that she was no lady. She had breasts, and she smelt like a female, and she also had a pussy, so to him, that was enough to suggest that she was, in fact, a woman. The disillusioned male had tapped his nailed bat on the ground, and a wicked grin was held on his lips. He did not speak about what she had told him, for there was no sense in arguing. He did, however, see her hand move and he pulled his mismatched ears back, flat against his head. She would ask him what he wanted, and then look him over. He chuckled darkly. She went on to speak about how he didn't want a staring contest. This much was true. He ignored the tone that came alone with the words, for her words really did not matter to him. Nothing she would say to him would ever matter to him, for she was insignificant to him. I want... he started to speak, but was interrupted by his own snarl that would rip through his throat. He lifted his bat from the ground, and he put it across his shoulders, making sure to not get it stuck within his own flesh. He then licked his lips. I want to fuck you. he growled, another dark chuckle passing from his lips. To taste your blood. the male went on to speak, the excitement of his thoughts of doing these things had his tail wagging behind him before he would start to advance towards the woman. I want to kill you. were his last words before he reached out to grab at the woman, aiming for her hair, or the scruff of her neck, whatever he could grab really. Truth was that the male didn't know what he wanted, even though he had said these things to her, they were all just merely suggestions to himself, so which one he would actually play out would have to be whichever one he could get away with easiest. .hurricane-house01 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .hurricane-house01 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:20px;} .hurricane-house01 b {color:#B291BA; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .hurricane-house01 {background-color:#2e252d; background-image:url(http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/8863/hurricane01.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:463px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 240px 0px; } </style> |