crawling to the cities edge

Marishka · 05-30-2010, 09:52 PM

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Set in Arachnea's Revenge!!! 488 words

Marishka, though she had been on this new peninsula for over six months now, still continued to wander every day, never settling for one spot in fear that her worst nightmare would catch up to her. After such a long time without even a lingering scent of him though it was starting to seem a bit ridiculous now. She felt as if she had wandered to every inch of this place, though she knew that was not so for she kept normally to the coast and on the rare occasion traveled deep into the wooded ares for game, to close to the packs for her own comfort.

Of course it was one of these chance wanderings that led her to the city of Halifax where a bounty lay. An abundance of fabrics and other human creations that would make life easier for most Luperci in the are, at least those that did not let the human leftovers go to waste.

She had barely scraped the surface of the city though but had stumbled across quite a good find. Marishka had set her sites for the houses, for she was familiar with such buildings─the tall buildings unnerved her and she had decidedly avoided the city's core for the time being─the houses she did explore though she was able to find a small stash of vodka. There was only two bottles and she placed them in a plain looking satchel she had found a few houses before.

The Russian girl had set out in early morning, a light drizzle dampening her fur, but now it was growing into late afternoon and the rain had let up as the auburn and mahogany hybrid started heading north from Halifax into the forests wild that was starting to crawl across the cities edge. Every once in a while she took a swig from one of the bottles of vodka, feeling the warmth of its influence wash through her with every gulp, her cheeks growing warm and a faint haze passing over her violet eyes.

Soon she was in the thick of the forest known as Arachnea's Revenge, a rare smile gracing her exotic features and a sway in her step that was matched by her tail. Suddenly something damp and furry hit the back of her hand that was holding the vodka and she shook it wildly, sloshing the liquid everywhere until finally she yanked her dagger from its sheath and raised it to strike only to pause and realize she was about the puncture her own hand.

Lowering her blade she looked around at the ground, just glimpsing the large spider as it scuttled away into the brush. Suddenly the forest was filled with a wild, feminine laughter from Marishka whom wiped tears from her eyes with the back of the hand that held her dagger before taking another hearty swig of the strong alcohol and speaking softly, under her breath in her native tongue, “трахнитесь!”

Cotl · 05-31-2010, 08:07 PM

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OOC:

He sat upon the back of the beast that was his to own. The Equine seemed to be happy to get out of the packlands (Cotl had been sticking to there just in case he was needed) and to see the sights. Perhaps Cotl would find himself at the borders of Aniwaya again, bothering Ember and her hot ass. Cotl licked his lips at the thought of the woman, but of course, he was still chasing after things that he probably didn't even have a chance with. The metal head had to have his eyes on someone, it was almost a necessity or something for him. If you were to compare him to his brother, you'd say that Cotl was the only one of the two that was able to keep his "pants" on in a normal conversation with a woman without totally putting himself out there like Marik did. Cotl found elegance in the way that his brother wooed people to sleep with him. Cotl was able to do so, but he was more than often rejected because of the whole twitchy bullshit thing that others seemed to think would rub off on them if they fucked or something. Cotl just wasn't as elegant with charming the ladies. (and trust me, it was only women; Cotl found nothing beautiful in a man's body) Believe it or not, but Cotl was actually jealous of his freak of a brother's elegant tongue to speak sweet nothings into the audit of a male, or female for that matter, and then proceed to fuck them in the most kinky way and just go on with his day. Cotl wondered how many kids that Marik really had out there. He knew that he had more than Cotl. It was obvious.

Cotl was whistling as he laid upon the beck of his steed. The stallion had been trotting along, the bouncing of the two bodies not bothering the rust Imaginifer much at all. Cotl yawned lightly, his bag with a few of his supplies in it hitting against the side of the stallion every two steps, the jars clanking inside of the bag in response. Cotl didn't worry though, he knew nothing would fall from it. The morning held a surprise of a drizzle, though Cotl didn't mind. With the amount of rain they were getting lately, he had to learn not to mind the rain. Rather to welcome it. There was nothing more that Cotl hated than a hot ass day to where it was almost a curse to be alive. He'd rather have rain than the constant heat.

It wasn't long before the Equine had stopped suddenly. трахнитесь! he heard the unfamiliar word thrown into the air. Huh? the male asked, audit flicking towards the woman. Vho are you? the male asked, his throat clearing.

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Marishka · 06-08-2010, 08:43 PM

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Sorry for the delaaayyy!!!

Marishka, still a little shaken from her run in with the spider, stood swaying in place for a moment, breathing in deeply the damp air of the forest. It was then she noticed the alluring scent of prey, along with the sharp scent of a predator. It was a bit late to be noticing these things though for the sources of the scents were soon upon her and she regarded the queer sight with an arched brow.

Marishka had witnessed other luperci riding horses before but it was always an odd sight for the auburn and mahogany colored girl, she always thought of horses as prey and not companions and had even tasted horse flesh before, but respectful of other wolves choices of companions she tended to ignore the fact such easy prey was standing nearby and would focus more on the wolf in general, a wolf who would waste such good meat just for easy transportation. She looked upon such a wolf now with her violet gaze and a lazy smile touched her lips at the amusing sight.

He was a rusty hued luperci, with touches of white and black and shaggy black hair atop his head. What was so peculiar about him--besides the fact he tamed and rode prey--was the fact he was wearing weird leather studded bracelets and had quite a collection of piercings as well as strange red and blue eyes. The tattoos were a normal sight for the Russian girl, even piercings aside from the quantity of piercings this slightly older male possessed.

“Marishka,” she answered, being slightly more trusting and tolerable in this inebriated state of mind. “You?” She asked in return, her Russian accent all the more thicker due to the vodka and with vodka in mind she took yet another hearty swig. “Vhat?” She asked, an incredibly short version of wanting to know what he wanted though she felt she had gotten her point across as she began to sway her hips hypnotically and run her hand down her side, enjoying the feel of the rough fabrics of the clothes she wore, sliding her knife back in its sheath as she did so.

Cotl · 06-11-2010, 01:51 AM

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OOC: nah, it's cool. I don't mind waiting. +3

She introduced herself as Marishka. Then asked who he was, and what he wanted. She had a harshness to her voice that he had finally learned was definitely different from his own accent and his homeland. He recently was meeting a lot of these accented people, them coming from Russia. He almost wondered if she was too related to the two Russo boys that he had met. A harsh sound came from the throat of the German male as he had gone ahead to speak. Cotl Ulrich. Imaginifer, Inferni. he spoke simply, his ear twitching back for a second as he had let his bi-colored eyes focus on the woman. The male looked down at the woman's contents of her hand. She held some bottles of vodka. Cotl let a crooked smile take his lips as he decided that he was too high up on the horse. He had quickly dismounted his steed and stood up in front of her. Even this bitch was taller than him. By a mere two inches. He couldn't help but let his eyes narrow on the woman. He couldn't stay mad though, because she did have very attractive features, and if Cotl got lucky enough, he'd be able to do....things with her...

Cotl watched the woman touch herself, Cotl still holding that crooked smile on his stupid German face. Vhat are du doing here....All alone, dear Marishka? the male asked, cocking his head lightly as he stood there, his broad shoulders rolling lightly as he stood as tall as he could in front of the woman. He tried to seem not as short as he was, but of course, it was a little bit noticeable about how he was a few inches shorter than her (though he was happy that she wasn't like Ember, whom was a good foot or two taller than him). Hopefully her drunk ass self wouldn't ruin this by calling him short (it was the one thing that set him off, and he attacked anyone who teased him about being small). Just hopefully.

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