M-you taste delicious

Demi D'Angelo · 07-16-2011, 06:26 PM

(set July 21st)
Five days, five days removed from happiness, five days removed from the pillar who had disappeared. That day she remembered exactly, she had been recovering steadily, her form starting to regain weight and her cough had gone away. Her swagger had started to return a long with her will to be beside her mate. He had left that day promising to be back that night, she had had it all planned out, she had been feeling good enough to prepare a nights entertainment for him. But all that had come that night was loneliness. She was left there in the cute little dress she had found for him alone, and at first she had reasoned something had pre-occupied him, something had called him away, be it duty or some pack thing. But that had been five days ago.

She hadn’t moved from the bed, seeking to cover herself in his scent, seeking to trick her mind he was still there. Her dress was ruined, mostly from tearing at it with her claws, partly from laying curled up in it. The little goddess was broken, how could her story book romance have gone so bad. He was gone! And suddenly her form shook in another rack of moaning and crying out. Demi wanted him to walk in just then, claiming it a joke, she could forgive a joke, just pout and be mad for a few days and forgive him, but he was gone.

Her form shook with some anger and sadness, her fists slamming into the bed. She knew it, he would have come back by now…. Another cry escaped her lips, which transformed into a menacing growl as her fury with being hurt started to overwhelm her. She had made him promise, made him promise he’d never hurt her, now she was hurt and he wasn’t around. Her anger boiled and boiled until it consumed her, her eyes closed for a moment as her fists clinched, claws digging into her flesh. Finally it burst over her like a rolling tide, body contorting as her maw let loose a primal growl, flesh twisted into some tormented vision of her goddess like form. No it gained bulk, bones popped and realigned, maw grew outward as her body attained a form she had never taken before.

It was over in a few moments, her eyes popped open, the same devious evil nature she had always had before Teddy lurked behind them, her form beautiful as always but menacing, she had just changed into her secui form. She licked her lips, hungry, basic instincts seemingly taking over as she stood, stretching letting an evil grin spread across her lips. Hungry for so many things, right now she wanted to taste the trickle of warm blood across her maw, she needed to kill something, or someone.

Ravesque Acidic · 07-16-2011, 07:28 PM

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Esmeralda's return to the fold had caused a surge of vague and unrecognized emotions in the chest of the usually apathetic man. It was his final child — sure, he had more of them, but she was one of his youngest group — to return to him. Bossy, megalomaniac Esmeralda and her golden, colourful servant boy. Ravesque had scoffed at the idea of a servant boy, giving Daisuke little thought. What was important was his daughter, not her manservant, who had returned to his world. He did not love her, not in the way that so many seemed to claim love existed, but he cared for her presence.

His legs carried him across the common room, prepared to enter the storage in order to visit the library when he heard the sounds of...well, he wasn't entirely sure. Sorrow, frustration, anger? He'd heard cries of all sorts of ephemeral emotions in the past — in his near 8 years of life, he was wise in the ways of society's sounds — but he was not well at truly judging the emotions of those around him. Why would he be? There was no reason to feel emotions, emotions had no proof of themselves, and therefore he had severed his own to an almost unrecognizable sense of being. He knew what he felt. He knew what not to feel. It was easy.

The distraction of the sounds caused him to follow the path toward them, leading him right to the edge of the missing Rakeeb's den — well, if he was missing, he wasn't Rakeeb any longer and the den would have no occupant until Naniko decided to replace him. Of course, he was surprised to see the halfling body of someone...unfamiliar. The eyes, however, were not such a thing. Beauty Selene, Naniko's sister, had once had such a cerulean gaze. One eyebrow rose as he leaned on the stone wall near the entrance to the den — with eyes like those she could only be the D'Angelo's only daughter. "Did you get started by a rat? They're for eating, not for growling at." His words carried all of the apathy that usually left his jaws.

Demi D'Angelo · 07-16-2011, 07:47 PM

Her eyes where lit with an unnatural fire behind them. She wanted to just let loose, find someone and sink her teeth in them but at her core she was still as frail as she was before changing into her Halfling form. Then her eyes settled upon the man at the door and his tone, almost mocking in his remark. Her muscles tensed as she crouched low ready to strike at him but her eyes catch his face and she found herself unable to move.

It was him, she remembered it vividly, the day she was punished for poisoning Ouija, he was the one who had punished her. She had spent most of the day strung up like some doll, but that paled in comparison at the time for how she felt about the accident. Her demeanor changed subtly as she looked upon him. At one time he had been her superior, someone she couldn’t hope to chastise or play with, but now the winds had changed. But still it was him who she had learned the power of fear from, that day had changed her in ways she hadn’t ever imagined. Fear was something she had learned to use well when her physical prowess dwindled.

“What’s an old wolf like you doing here?” she asked quite simply enough before her body slowly relinquished command back to her. She was still hungry after all, five days of not eating had seen to that.

Ravesque Acidic · 07-16-2011, 10:59 PM

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His silence was not unusual, now or before, and he watched the woman turn eyes to him, muscles tensing as she crouched. He waited for a blow that didn't come, and it surprised him that it didn't come. She seemed so very aggressive, for reasons unknown to the Tuyul, that surely she would have pounced by now. But no. She didn't move. Instead, she spoke. She knew him. He tilted his head, locks falling slowly to the side as he watched her for a moment to try and discern where — yes, she was Selene's daughter, but it seemed as if she knew him personally rather than in the vague way that most had known him within the underground walls of the cult. The only face he truly knew from the past was the white face of Naniko, outside of the children they claimed together.

Through his brief confusion, he took in her words as something mocking or perhaps somewhat jovial — he commented on his age, after all. A massive hand rose to rub at his chin, eyes closing for only a moment before reopening to study her again. "I've been here for a while — I came for Naniko." That wasn't entirely true, he'd come because there was no Tribunal left for him to live beneath and because his children needed a mother-figure. Naniko had been his lover, they'd produced the dark, red-eyed Scorpius who had grown into and adult, as disappointing as he was turning out to be. But what he said had been true enough, and he allowed himself to sit at the base of the nearby wall with a grunt of exertion.

"And whattabout you, what are you doing here?" It wasn't really curiosity that fueled his question, for he assumed that she had left for the same reasons he'd left, but a desire to simply know.

Demi D'Angelo · 07-17-2011, 06:20 PM

He didn't recognize her, figures, torture people and or punish them and his coping mechanism was to just not care, not that she really harbored ill will toward that kind of thinking. But for a mind like hers who didn't mind the more freakish things in life, she looked past it for now. Demi's form jumped off the bed not really caring much for the conversation even though he had parked himself down in the room. Teddy's room, their room and now she'd have to relinquish that too. Just wonderful as it always was in her life, first her children, next her mate and now she had to re-affirm just how menacing she could be.

Demi's tail danced behind her in irritated flicks wondering if she would humor him or if she would just walk off. What business of it was his if she had followed her aunt and mother to this area.

“I followed My Aunt and Mother here. Decided against staying in that pack with a history of accidental poisoning.” For now that was all she really cared to say, she shifted her form toward the door, delicately walking as she always did, forgetting for the moment what form she was in. Her arrogance was on full display but her stomach rumbled and again she was reminded he was delaying her hunt.

“If you'll excuse me, I'm hungry, tired of crying over my mate and not really wanting to talk about old times.”

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