Pulling at the strings for fun
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The day was cold and cloudy. There was a light, chilly breeze every now and then and the waves seemed to crash nicely on what rocks were nearby. To Rio, it was a nice day to sit on the beach. She reclined on the sand with her Optime legs stretched out in front of her and her arms and hands holding her up. She was just far enough away to not let the waves reach her, even if there was an occasional big one reaching in a little closer on shore. This was one of few days that she actually left the Anathema grounds. She was too nervous to leave often. She loved the safety that her mother’s lands let her feel, but then again her dread to leave was stupid. The one she feared, her brother, was dead. He was long gone and wouldn’t be coming back to do anything to her ever again, unless it was in a dream.

Rio stared out into the waves, keeping her mind on pending issues and her thoughts. The breeze blew in her face, bringing the smell of sea salt and the moistness of the water to her nostrils. She squinted slightly, not wanting stray sand and particles to blow in her eyes. The weather wasn’t cold enough to freeze the ocean, but then she wondered. Could the ocean ever freeze? What, with all its movement? Where would the waves go if they couldn’t crash onto the shore? Such thoughts kept her brain busy and her mind off of other things like those around her.

She wasn’t worried about who would come because very rarely did someone vile come. The Souls’ lands were full of different characters and creatures, and rarely did one come across someone who wasn’t all there. Though, she didn’t doubt that there were those kinds out there; she just wasn’t worried about one coming across her on the beach today. The waves felt like they were pulling at her mind, pulling it away from reality. She found herself thinking about Harlowe, good times though. The good times before insanity tugged at his mind. Well, insanity might have tugged at his mind always, but she never noticed. She loved her brother no matter what he had done, except the thing he had done to her. Somehow she still felt some twinge of hurt that he was dead, though. She wished she could’ve had the chance to go back to him, alive, and blame him for tainting her soul, and then he would say something to her or do something that would make it all better again.

A whimper rose in her throat, she wanted to cry for him, but the want wasn’t strong enough. She swallowed the whimper, and she could feel it reluctantly returning to the depths of her soul. Maybe one day she would let it out, but not now. Not yet. She felt for her brother, but not dearly. She couldn’t forgive him yet, and she knew it was something she would have to do eventually, dead or alive, but she couldn’t bring herself to want it enough, yet.

She slammed the door shut on such thoughts, and put her head down. She still reclined in the same stance as she had been, just with her head hanging now and staring into her lap. She wasn’t really thinking of anything now. She tried to keep her mind away from that whole subject. She blocked out all of her emotions on the subject, and the action took so much effort and concentration away from her that she wasn’t alert with anything else. She didn’t notice the waves dying down, and she didn’t notice anyone coming her way either. She was oblivious.



Word Count: 624

Points: 5



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Columbine Lykoi


Word Count → 407 :: i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry


It was no secret that Columbine did not like anyone, but today he was feeling particularly cantankerous.

The dark male had stalked out of Inferni in an irritated fervor, not quite sure what had rankled him but knowing that something had caused him to be utterly disgusted with his own home, enough so that he would wander away. It was a rare occurrence for him - though Columbine held no emotional ties to Inferni, or anything really, he preferred the sanctity being a Lykoi afforded him within the lands. Then again, most of the clan was comprised of Lykois, so Columbine really got no special treatment. he just liked to think he did, and revel in the fact that the splash of orange on his nose was enough to get him somewhere in life.

It had been a long time coming, this wandering. He'd been frustrated as of late with his golden stallion, and Columbine was remiss to ask anyone to help him. After all, he had been the one to make the impulsive decision to acquire the horse, and he didn't like outside help as it was. The male had, after all, single-handedly defended his family from a mad man, and he was not about to go ask someone like Helotes, who had a horse, for help. It just wouldn't do. Columbine would not sink to such a miserable low.

The smells of the sea were interesting to him, as he had not spent much time in the ocean water before. Columbine was silently looking forward to his own peace when he caught the scent of an unfamiliar female, and his hackles were raised. There was a female with her head to the ground, and she was such a...vulnerable target. The vulnerability of women disgusted him; everything disgusted him, really, and nothing more than his own, putrid self. A deep snarl mixed with an angry bark fell from the quickly agitated man as he strode over to her, the picture of dominance and cruelty. Stupid girl, you put yourself in danger when you lower your guard in the unclaimed lands.

Some saw the unclaimed lands as a place of solace and freedom. Columbine saw it as an untamed wild, free from rules and culture that would typically govern a packland. As uncommon as it was for the man to venture from Inferni, he was really more suited to life as a loner. Rules were....not his thing.



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its okay, ive been MIA for a while too lol



It was almost like her thoughts had called someone that a cruel voice met her ears, and made Rio jump. She crawled away a little, like a crab, and turned herself to face him. The way he startled her was no secret, and it was written on her face as she stared up at him for those few seconds. She didn’t recognize him, and didn’t know if she should have. Rio stood in her place in the sand, brushing off any sand that entwined itself in with her fur. The sand that she managed to shake off, fell to the floor with little whisps of noise. ”Who are you to call me stupid?” Stupid question, but what else was she supposed to say to this male who literally came out of nowhere?

Rio’s eyes never left the strange man before her; she didn’t trust him and got the feeling that she shouldn’t. His features told her that he was a coyote and his scent told her that he was from Inferni. Great. She feared most Infernians, only because they were ruthless coyote dirt. Inferni gave a bad name to all coyotes that crossed her path, and most of them weren’t the best of creatures to be socializing with.

Unclaimed lands, to Rio, weren’t exactly like those outside of Souls lands. Those were much more vile, and she would not drift off into space in those, but Souls had different kinds of wolves living in them. Most of which did not take advantage of the freedom and do criminal and violent acts when travelling into the unclaimed territories. Obviously, this brute before her wasn’t one to follow the good crowd because he seemed to be thrilled that she was caught off guard. Rio’s stomach sank, and she suddenly felt more vulnerable than she started out feeling. To try to save what little comfort she had left in her, she reached out a paw and stated, ”I’m Rio, Rio Marino.” But to her own stupidity, she realized not all canines knew what a ‘handshake’ was, and in her mind the barbaric Infernis definitely didn’t have a clue. Rio dropped the arm that signaled the handshake at her side, and stood there stiffly.



Word Count: 369

Points: 3



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Columbine Lykoi


Word Count → 402 :: i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry



This dark woman disgusted him, as most creatures did. But she appeared especially weak and untrained in the ways of the world; whether or not he would allow her to survive was now entirely up in the air. A world free of laws, as these wild and untamed lands were, gave the demon within free reign to do absolutely whatever it wanted; whatever part of Columbine that was still capable of rational thought had long disappeared behind a dark and dangerous mask. The man's face, though not outwardly angry, was a formidable and imposing one; hopefully, this female would quickly realize exactly who she'd just decided to fuck around with. Her insolent response deserved a punishment, and while he completed a remarkable feat by not immediately lunging, the male snarled dangerously. Little girl, you do not know who you trifle with, he hissed, red eyes burning. Columbine was lucky he'd decided to rub off his scent in snow before wandering about; an attack would bring shame to Inferni, something he most certainly was not looking for. No, the male had plans there, plans that did not involve the chaos he wrought in the lands with no borders....

When she reached out a paw, Columbine knew in his heart what it meant - but he could not react appropriately for lack of a stable mind. Rio Marino... He played around with the name on his tongue; it sounded foreign and strange to the uncultured man, though he would never admit he was not as worldly as he might have liked to be. It reminded him of the melodic fluctuations of his native language, the one that marked his speech so obviously; Columbine was proud of his Spanish accent, though he rarely gave it much thought. So many other coyotes in Inferni spoke with different tongues. Rio Marino... She'd dropped her hand awkwardly, and Columbine thought she looked rather idiotic; a coughing bark of a butchered laugh fell from his lips as narrowed eyes evaluated the smaller girl. She might be lovely, if he hadn't hated her so irrationally. He wondered if she could see the dangerous expression of unadulterated loathing on his face.

A wide, dangerously toothy grin spread across his face, and words were not needed. The thrumming of the hunt, the kill, was obvious from every point of his body; it would be wise for this little Rio Marino to run.



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Feel free to PP a LITTLE... If I have a problem, I'll let you know Wink



On instinct, she started to shift down to Lupus without giving it much thought. She felt the need to, and with being so threatened by this wolf.. She didn’t question it. Her torso began to hunch, and her arms and legs shorten and gain more mass. Not once did her eyes leave the male’s before her. He seemed to be strained, like he was holding himself back and she was partially grateful for that. She was on the verge of freaking out, but she remained as calm as she could in the moment. Oh, how I wish I was as tough as Caprica right now… She was cowardly, and she accepted the fact that it would never change. She utilized her sister, Caprica, whenever she could to stand up for her, but she wasn’t here now when she needed her the most.

The transition was just about finished, and she looked away from him for a moment. She heard him play with the words of her name. She knew he wasn’t doing anything or thinking of doing anything just by hearing the words and the tone of his voice- devious, but controlled. For now. He had said something before, but she didn’t have an answer for his statement because he was right. She had no idea what he was capable of doing, and really didn’t want to know. When the transition of forms was complete, she looked back at him and there was an insane look in his eyes. It was something that urged her to run. She stayed put with all her might, but instinct once again took over and she bolted away from him, leaving him far behind thanks to her useful form.

She felt like this was a hunt, and she was the prey. Her heart raced, but her legs pumped and kept her going. She hoped she was catching distance. Running on four legs was a lot better than running on two, and it allowed her to gain more speed. She was afraid to look back, not knowing if she would trip- because that was a likely issue- or that he would be closer behind her than she thought. She kept clawing at the frozen earth, gaining more speed than she thought she had. She would NOT let this wolf catch her. And if he did, she would fight him off the best way she knew how.



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Points: 3



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