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Post by Noodle! on Jul 26, 2008 14:17:52 GMT -5
My Nasty Reputation Takes Me Everywhere [/color] There was a certain morbid quality to the sky that day. Blues and orange collided in a display of colors, sparks of yellow and amber dotted the horizon and white wisps of clouds that turned into those same hues of the canvas they decorated. It was a mundane, ordinary scene, as if God had gotten lazy and put up one of his older backdrops. To spice it up, he smeared this pale, sickly green in with the other colors. That lime ooze streaked in and out of clouds, and below the exhibit of colors was reflected in reverse. The stagnant pool of water was a mock sky in itself, a handsome, rugged face staring into its depths. Somewhere a minnow stirred below the surface, rippling and distorting the male’s face temporarily into some black beast made of obsidian and amber. Ivory made the statue complete as the real creature above the water bore his teeth and emitted a growl.
He stood, back hunched as his shoulders stood high above his head like a monster. His long tail lashed, carried half-staff behind him. Large paws tread through the water as he made his way across it to the other shore. He had sensed a presence here on his trek to the stray territory. Taking his time, it had been days…. Weeks maybe since he’d left the farm. It had been equally long since he’d eaten such a good meal. Behind him a carcass of some poor animal lay, torn to bits and devoured. The shape and structure hinted at canine lineage. Pity, cannibalism made him grin. He had taken the trip extremely slow, stopping here and there as he slept in dumpsters and on the porches of apartments. Humans had been disappearing left and right, but it was nothing that the stray brute worried about. This place stunk of humans, though it was already long since abandoned and the smell of dogs was stronger. Rocks jutted out of the land like the massive hands of something inside the core of the earth, crevasses forming and housing puddles much like the one he’d just recently left.
Whoever had followed him or even found him by happenstance had another thing coming. He was in a brutal mood, a mood suited to his old self. Sadistic, twisted, pain being his pleasure; every sinew in his body longed for another bit of flesh. This was precisely the aspect of himself he came to Harlow to leave behind. He wanted to become something more, although this was most definitely not going to happen anytime soon. His body was standing aggressively as he stalked forward, lips pulling into an open-mouthed smirk. Ever snarl that came out of his mouth was a curt laugh, a bark, a growl: a combination of horrible sounds. It could almost be said that he was roaring or coughing.
He was so close to the pack territory. So close to being accepted into the group. So fucking close to finding something. Whatever that something was… Darius himself wasn’t for sure what he was looking for in that pack, he wasn’t one for groups or teamwork. He was a loner, and he always had been. It had been years since he’d had the company of another dog, and that had been his litter mates. He didn’t do relationships, he didn’t believe in love. Never had, never would. He probably had pups littering every city for miles around, mothered by forced females that were tied outside by their stupid humans and couldn’t get away, strays who had no protection, or house pets who wanted a little ‘adventure’. That escapade came to them in the appearance of a black and tan beauceron.
He smile at those past thoughts, it was the good life. He was a strange case, indeed, having a taste for dog flesh and a lust for violence. This made him a ticking time bomb around everyone, so perhaps its best (for everyone) that he prefers being alone. Sometimes things just work out for the best like that. |
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 26, 2008 15:58:51 GMT -5
 Resputin’s Virgin Mary
Gone. Everyone was gone! She didn’t think she’d die this way; no she had much bigger plans with her life. She’d never expected anything close to this to ever happen with her. No way; not in a million years.
Earlier that morning
In a small attempt of forgiveness the aussie glided over the pavement, trotting back from her wonderful day with Resputin. It was a date, the first date she’d ever had. And surely she hoped it wasn’t her last, as odd as it sounded Camsey wanted Resputin to be her mate. Though she couldn’t ask him; that was completely against her southern morals. It was the male who asked the female, no more and no less.
Pondering her predicament, Camsey leaped the fence and sailed into the house ducking through the doggy door and making her way inside. Her nails clicked against the floor as she looked around the house; it seemed empty. She moved towards the kitchen; so the house and her bowl was empty. Great; just great. Huffing a sigh the shepherd made her way towards the living room, where her master was normally perched on the sofa, looking at, and sometimes screaming at that light-up box. Yet he wasn’t there. Whining loudly she jumped the baby gate and headed up the stairs.
No one. Nothing. Everything was off, and he was gone. She ran outside, hoping to see them playing in the backyard but the linens were hung on the line and the pool was dirty. She whined and let out a loud howl. She raced outside and away from her house, whining and weeping the entire way…
Now
Still plagued by that alone feeling she ran towards the farm, and followed Darius’s scent all the way to a large gorge. Tears still streaming from her unique eyes she ran around the lip of the gorge, spotting the large male she looked for a way down. She followed a beaten rock tumbling path, and narrowly escaped a few falling boulders as they shattered on the stone behind her.
Camsey slowed her pace and let her head hang low, still gasping and letting out soft sobs.
“Darius.” She exhaled walking to him and nuzzling his side. “They’re gone..” She whispered, whining lowly and trembling against the male softly. “They’re all gone.” She added her chest moving quicker than ever. She was scared, alone, and wanted her friend Darius’s comfort.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 26, 2008 16:53:59 GMT -5
A crumbling and a crash brought the nearly maddened dog out of his blood lusty stupor. His cherry-red eyes flicked from area to area as he tried to find the source of the racket. That is when he saw the freckled farm bitch from earlier that month. She was making her way down from a high place, apparently out to find Darius himself. The large male even crouched towered over the small, furry female as she approached him. Before anything could be said, she buried her muzzle in his fur, sobbing like a pup about everyone being gone, wherever they went the brutish male could particularly care less. He wasn’t gone. Wasn’t he someone? Strange thoughts such as those irked him in the oddest way, prodding him on towards a more negative set of colors in her persona.
Pulling away sharply, he did a buck of sorts, looking more like a bronco than a dog. He rounded a slightly collapsed rock, moving himself upon its peak with ease. He was silent in his movements, a perfect killer in that moment. The sound of claws interrupted that silence as he came to the peak of the rock, turning his body into a crescent shape as she looked down on the female with a venomous glare. His tongue slid between his teeth, exposing itself as he took in a scent. It was most obvious that he was going over her smell… And then his pearly whites revealed themselves in a dangerous grin. His ears turned sideways, giving him a villainous and bat-like appearance. The lozenges above his eyes pulled down, narrowing the cerise eyes. He had picked up the scent of a male on her, a very close scent as if they’d been touching. Was Little Virgin Mary becoming a whore, eh? All-in-all, Darius was neither surprised nor in the mood for such. A game. Why he lived for games. Hey, little sister… What have you done? The words were low, grating. His voice faded into a hum, thick and bittersweet.
He kept himself high above her, tail held at that low, careless state. Claws clicked as he positioned himself else wise, shoulders arched and head down. This particular stance made him seem larger and more intimidating than he was; all the better for him. What had she come to him for? Comfort? Approval? A better taste of what he’d offered earlier? My, my, what had he created? Already she’d been around the block and crawling back to him. At least that’s how he was seeing the situation. He did not bother asking her what she meant by this strange ‘everyone’s gone!’ but instead continued to stare down upon her, saliva dripping from his jaws. His grin faded into a thin, dashing smile upon his lips and his stance froze. |
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 26, 2008 17:44:27 GMT -5
Resputin’s Virgin Mary
Camsey backed up surprised as he reared up and settled atop a rock, she looked up at him with tears blurring her vision. She shook her eyes free of the fuzzy view and looked through now clear, yet still wet eyes. What had she done? What did he mean?
“What do you mean?” She whispered her body still quivering in unrelenting tremors, scared out of her wits. He seemed slightly confused, maybe. At least that’s her small view on things. She let out a trembling huff and looked back up to him wishing to nuzzle deep within his familiar coat. To be comforted by the large male of whom she played with before, they were friends right?
She inhaled deeply, her breathing shaky. “My master,” She exhaled, tripping over the words chosen in a very choppy manner, “he’s gone, and I couldn’t find his scent leaving the house. He’s disappeared.” She wept looking Darius over wishing that she could snuggle with her buddy. God, why was this happening to her? She’d moved from her old home in the valleys of Georgia, where the males were Southern Gentlemen and the women Southern Belles, they all were hospitable to anyone seemingly weak, like Camsey was now.
Crouching low like a frightened pup she leaned against the rock wishing he’d come down and snuggle with her. The smallest bit of comfort would make her a bit happier right now. Her brow pulled down in a sad manner, a soft screechy whine coming from within her throat sadness coating every bit of that small notion. Her heart raced within her chest, and she wished for her master to reappear, angry, happy, sad, she’d take any emotion, as long as he was there.
Pushing her body up in a shaky manner she walked over to a small puddle, her legs feeling slightly like putty as she strolled to the puddle. Crouching so she didn’t have any weight on her paws, but had it distributed about her laying frame she pushed her muzzle under the water; trying to calm herself. Pulling her maw from the water she inhaled a bit more regular, yet still carrying traces of panic. She glided over the stone, falling to her side and looking up at him before closing her orbs off from the world, the tears still flowing freely. She wanted to just die. To see Resputin. To cuddle with Darius. To be loved and comforted. So far, the female was finding none of that with Darius.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 27, 2008 17:33:27 GMT -5
Hey, little sister. He repeated the phrase, voice melting into a strange, bubbling laughter. His teeth were still exposed in a massive grin, saliva dripping from the curves of his lips as he looked down on her with a hungry glower. His eyes watched her like some bird of prey as she lay against the stone for support, and he waited until she looked up at his calling again. Who’s your only one? Hey, little sister… Who’s the one you want? He laughed again, this sound was huskier, deeper. Completely contrary to the other side that Camsey had encountered earlier. The sound was comparable to a gravel-truck with a broken axel, but held a strange tinge of delectable attractiveness that was strange in the current situation. He dragged a claw against the rock, drawing shapes and making swirls as he watched her cry and sob pathetically below him. The grief that resonated from the small farm dog absolutely tickled his fancy.
At the mention of her owner’s disappearance he growled, letting out a spiraling howl. It chilled that certain friendly demeanor of even himself and as he shivered he shook and his fur fluffed up as he acquired a suddenly wolfish appearance. It’s a nice day to… Start again. His grin faded once again to a smile, this recurring change giving him the likeability to someone seizuring or having facial spasms. That grim smile remained as he waited for some sort of reaction. Indeed, everyday was a nice day to start over. And this unfortunate disappearance gave her the chance to take a walk on the wild side.
His side.
She stood and walked away, wondering if she were going to do just that. His head remained lowered in an almost tire d expression as his brightly colored eyes followed her path and movement. She paused and dipped her nose in a puddle of that stagnant pool and then she returned to her same place, as if waiting for him to come down. Camsey. The grin returned, a particular stream of sticky spittle dripped slowly from his exposed tongue. Making a frothy path downwards, narrowly missing her nose. A chuckle erupted from him once again and he said, quietly, It’s a nice day to start again… He leapt from the rock, landing on his feet very close to her side. His eyes were wide in some sort of astonishment, hungry and dangerous, Hey, little sister, shotgun! Start again… Come on…
His muzzle wrinkled into a quiet snarl as he watched her, grin still unchanging . One eye closed partially as that soundless growl moved the skin on his face, but the other was as wide as ever and set directly on that pretty little thing in front of him. |
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Post by » cyanide on Jul 27, 2008 17:56:33 GMT -5
Resputin’s Virgin Mary
Camsey let out soft whines as he continued being very ruthless, seemingly insane. She cowered in the crotch of the rock from him, surprised as the spit dripped from his tongue down in front of her nose she twitched it slightly, moving her head back and looking up. As he leapt down from the rock he almost landed on her, yelping in a frightened manner Camsey leaned onto her side, lifting her two legs into the air and showing submission to Darius. She would have stayed there, but he was really freaking her out.
Pushing her body into a standing position she slowly walked towards Darius,
“Darius you’re scaring me..” She whispered her eyes no longer teary but petrified. She backed up, looking for a way to get away from Darius, he surely wasn’t acting like the Darius she knew, and that scared her shitless. Whining she glanced back to him, he could hurt her if he wanted… Oh god I have to get out of here. she thought allowing a whimper to form and flow from her throat.
As that whimper broke the silence she was off, Darius probably wasn’t faster but he was stronger. She ran to where she’d come down and attempted to climb up it. But that rock tumble made it nearly a ninety-degree angle! With a ledge a dog would never be able to climb up. She reared up, putting her forepaws on the rocks and trying to dig some paw-holes for her to climb up. It wasn’t working! Her split eyes glanced back to Darius. How she hoped he hadn’t chased her, though it was purely instinct of all dogs to chase anything that moves.
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Post by Noodle! on Jul 27, 2008 23:45:27 GMT -5
Darius, you’re scaring me…
Laughter again, that joker-like grin returning to his features as she rolled onto her back, exposing that precious stomach to him. His tongue produced a new, thick layer of frothy saliva as he imagined spilling her guts right there. It wouldn’t take much, the sweet, slightly acidic taste of her stomach and liver would taste so delicious. Blood would spill in the cracks and grooves of the rock and he could sit there for hours, letting it run and make little, primitive draws as it wanted. Her heart would continue to pump for a little bit, sending all of that important cargo to a dead end. He closed his eyes only for a moment, longing to make that dream a reality. That was when he realized she’d fled.
The smile broadened and he laughed, knowing she’d be waiting for that damned voice to say something else to her. Beaucerons were not built for speed, but they were bred for endurance and agility, this was for sure. He was quickly ready to display this, especially in the situation that was presenting itself. He was quick, easily arriving before she would have expected. The wall she had came down was almost a straight shot, easy to work your way down but nearly impossible to climb. She was struggling at its base, hopping upwards as if someone would sweep her up and get her away from that dog that stalked her. He rounded himself in front of her, gathering his legs to push himself up above her. His paws hit the nearly vertical wall, allowing him to nearly run on its surface as he used it to position himself on the ground between it and her. He chortled, almost like a child’s snicker and he watched as she looked on in fear.
There is nothin' fair in this world, There is nothin' safe in this world, And there's nothin' sure in this world, And there's nothin' pure in this world, Look for something left in this… He stopped her, foaming at the mouth before he made his way towards her. God, what he’d do to lay a few of his canines into her flesh. Taste it. She must be young, perfectly aged meat. He snapped at her face, narrowly missing on purpose before disappearing behind a serious of rocks. They were in a circular area of sorts, hence why the water had gathered in a pool in its lowest area.
He held back his chortles of laughter as he slid in and out of the shadows cast by the obelisks in the area. Before Camsey could get far, or react much anyway, he jabbed his head out at her, coming eye-to-eye, muzzle-to-muzzle. I’ve got sunshine in a bag! He howled, laughing uncontrollably before lunging at her chest. His teeth were aimed at the soft flesh that covered the muscles just above her leg and spread to her shoulders. He didn’t want to kill her afterall.
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 1, 2008 17:06:20 GMT -5
Camsey flung herself at the wall; finally getting a good grip with her forepaws the male came barreling towards her. Putting himself between the wall and her. She scrambled back, crouched down protecting her throat; her teeth bared and ready for action. It would be okay to kill right? It was self-defense. A guttural growl broke the surface of the noise as he began to speak after her. He ducked behind some rocks. Her unique eyes; filled to the brim with the sort of horror only real life scenarios of death and murder could conjure.
Her legs began to gently quake under her taut frame. Rigid from the male’s impressive personality difference opposed to the male she’d met near the farm. Her legs locked incase he came barreling at her she wouldn’t fly back into the wall or something. The echoes of a blood-curdling laugh flooded her ears as she moved quickly, unsure as to exactly where he was. Being in a pool of inch deep water, it splashed up as she frantically jumped at any slight movement caught in her peripheral vision.
Soon enough the terrifying male lunged at her; bracing herself her eyes seemed to widen in pure fear as he howled out a creepy phrase, I’ve got sunshine in a bag! Echoed lifelessly through her brain. Oh dear god. Her body seemed frozen in fright as he lunged at her chest; gripping her shoulder. A loud yip of pain followed by snarling flooded from her mouth. Her eyes looked down to see his jaws clamped on her shoulder, her blood dripping at the slightest angle; and dripping from the wound. Falling in the water and swirling around much like dye would in water.
With that sight of her own pink flesh showing and the blood of her body dripping Camsey’s jaws opened wide a vicious snarl exiting her maw; one that would even scare herself and aimed for the back of his neck. If hitting there was good he’d let go; meaning with her skills in agility courses she could probably sprint across the gorge’s flat bottom and either evade him by running away or crawling up the side of the gorge. Either way would work. All she knew if she wanted to survive; getting him off her would be the first step.
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Post by Noodle! on Aug 3, 2008 21:04:12 GMT -5
Darius felt his long incisors sink into the flesh of her chest. Fur tickled the top of his mouth and he giggled like a human schoolgirl as the juices flowed to the back of his mouth. Saliva trickled out of his glands as he shivered in delight, relaxing his jaws a moment to savor the free flow of blood before tightening again; squeezing it like some forbidden fruit. The soirée of emotions that met in his body caused him to laugh deep in his throat; almost erotic, almost ecstasy. The female was crying, snarling, growling, and yelping; and every sound of pain she emitted made her sadistic attacker cling to her more. It was in this crazed moment of time that the female did something unexpected to both parties: she lunged and bit the back of Darius’ neck. Her small, needle like teeth punctured just behind his ear, but she did not hold on like he did. She quickly released, and so did he. He howled, but it was not in pain. Bite me harder, baby. He yowled, laughing.
The female took off, sprinting in wild and erratic patterns like some frightened rabbit trying to throw off the patient fox. Darius, being pretty agile himself, leapt atop a rock, climbing and scrambling atop the ledge. Moving like some feline, he circled the gorge he was just in, knowing the female would have serious problems getting out. She was fast, and she was not completely stupid, but her size would hinder her escape. Luckily for her, Darius’ sadistic side was slowly moving back. But at the time, he couldn’t see that and he really didn’t care. He walked along the ledge as if it were a bowl, looking to the bottom at Camsey who was scrambling about. He flopped onto his back, laughing hysterically. His back legs and rump were propped up against another stone as his head hanged over the edge.
I’m sick and I’m twisted, I’m broke and you can’t fix it. He said, voice echoing, answering her pleading glances. Why? Her eyes asked him, and that was his answer. He stood back up on his feet, pitter-pattering around the edge of the gorge, I’ve been damned so many times I’ve lost count.
Darius’ cherry-wood eyes were wide and set directly on the female below him, every time she tried to climb the wall, he cut her off. Giving her a little taste of that herding she held so dear, how’s it feel to be the calf? How’s it feel to be the victim? To literally lose control? His eyes asked her these questions as he watched her, crouched as he prepared his next advancement. Almost as a jaguar would, he propelled himself down near her, feet landing on the ground with a thud. The impact made his legs ache but he laughed, enjoying the pain it brought. Tender sweet spirals of the one sensation of pleasure. Fulfilling pleasure in him, making him squeal inside, and making him want this female to scream again. He moved towards her slowly, loping like a wolf, looking strangely innocent as he did so.
Let me have another taste, little sister. He grinned, pacing back and forth, darting from side to side. Oh, what fun he was having. |
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 3, 2008 21:30:39 GMT -5
Camsey threw herself at the wall only to have him cut her off. Oh god, her eyes told that familiar feeling of horror. Growling viciously up at a him she snorted and went for a separate side only to be cut off again. The feeling of loosing control was getting to her. The back of her mind moved to the front, she was ready to die she guessed. No she really wasn’t but she wasn’t going to be tortured. She sauntered towards the middle hearing him behind her. Lying down on her belly she’d do one more thing, and how this would hurt the male. Hurt any male.
Her body shook softly in delicate quivers, he wouldn’t attempt to court with her would he? That thought slowly pushed it’s way to the front and her diverse eyes gently grazed the bottom of the gorge. She wouldn’t let him. She had the one spot that would make any male yelp in pain; even if sadistic this pain would be tremendously great and there wouldn’t be any room for pleasure in their demented mind.
Lowering her head onto her tiny paws she let out a low pitiful whine. She’d do anything to get him away from her, if that one spot didn’t work that was. As he moved closer her eyes moved to it; his man junk. A small whine exited her as she tensed slightly the pathway was clear to it as he walked up close to her. For a split second her eyes moved to his own face to make sure he wasn’t too obvious of her plans. As she moved her eyes back to his part she lunged, positioning her maw she she’d grab it fiercely and whip her head around. She wasn’t sure what she’d hit or if she hit anything but after her moves she jumped back, lowering her body down to the cold stone. If he tried to court, she’d attempt to run away and then come back to snap and snarl in his face.
She was slightly afraid of herself, she’d never attacked anyone; besides a few sassy females back in Georgia. But never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d attack a male! A male that was supposedly her friend, her first friend in this town. He was so nice to her… What happened to him?
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Post by Noodle! on Aug 25, 2008 16:44:19 GMT -5
A cackling laughter erupted from the beauceron as he glowered at the female. The stench of fear was intoxicated, making him light headed and dizzy, but his senses were always heightened in this state of mind; especially when he was his deranged self and not that hospitable rogue that sometimes called his body home. His red eyes, dilated to the extent of overexposure in his vision. Green tinged every edge, and left a carbon-copy trace of movements in slow succession. Saliva dripped from his agape jaws, eyes on a previous place she had stood. It was in this moment he saw a flash of fur and saw her diving towards him. He didn’t know what she was aiming for, but he did react nonetheless. With a laughing growl he rolled to the side as her teeth missed that sensitive organ, she toppled atop him and they rolled down into that low point in the gorge again. His head struck several rocks, rattling his unhinged brain as they settled into a puddle of water. They lay side by side for only a moment as he panted, body aching from the small journey down the hill. He rolled over quickly, trying to get onto his feet before slipping downwards into a narrow crevasse. He made a dull thud at the bottom and for a moment it was silent. The event left the female to wonder, was he dead? Had God exacted his revenge upon the demon?
Laughter once again echoed from the abyss he found himself in, a large crack between two of the monolithic rocks that ran a few yards down into the ground. He growled, barking viciously as his amusement turned to anger and frustration. His little bitch was just out of reach, dangling above him like some prize. When the female would peer into that dark crater she would see him, eyes glinting green in the fading light. He barked, sounding like some demon as the sound resonated from wall to wall. Spittle poured from the sides of his jowls and formed a sticky pool at his feet. He leapt, clawing at the walls as he fought to get to her, jaws snapping in quick precession as he grabbed at the air.
You’re mine! He snarled, barking again, You’re mine, you’re mine!
He broke off into laughter again, collapsing onto his side in a fit of hysteria.
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Post by x.Torment.x on Aug 25, 2008 18:15:23 GMT -5
Aphrodite. The Untameable Street Queen. I will never love you. Something moved, its form seeming like a tri-colored blur as it then sprang forth from the terra like lightning, its head being aimed for the ribcage of the dark brute with the swiftness of a striking cobra. It was another herding dog, her pelt being prismatic of color having silver, brown, black, and white within it. She wasn’t pleased with what she’d seen as she saw the two tumble down into the gorge. She had sensed the feelings within the female, smelled the dark and spicy malice within the dark pinscher as he and the female fell a few yards before her.
The female seemed to be fighting for her life, the larger dog looking for a meal that wished greatly to be left alone. She wasn’t about to let this dog get eaten. No, not if it was something she could help. No, she was the devil on four paws, the street her kingdom and she their queen. She’d grown up fighting off larger dogs like this and she wasn’t afraid to take on a dark beast like this again.
Her jowls clenched shut, guttural and thundering growl ripping forth from her vocals as she headed for the ribcage of the brute of whom wished to harm the female. ”Not if I have anything to do with it, bitch!” she spoke as her form neared his form ; they’d collide soon. ” Try this bitch on for size!” hissed her words as they flowed past that lovely maw of hers, her sabers kissing the sunlight only to shine pure white. |
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Post by Noodle! on Aug 25, 2008 19:50:42 GMT -5
Torment DX I was closing the topic lmao. But if Brooke will reply I guess we can continue this thread. Just remember Aphrodite is down in the crevasse with Darius and Camsey isn't =\
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Post by x.Torment.x on Aug 26, 2008 3:57:03 GMT -5
Hmkies. It should make a pretty interesting post now that there's three in the twist. lol.
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Post by » cyanide on Aug 28, 2008 20:29:32 GMT -5
Camsey was still in a slight state of shock that she’d landed with a thud on the ground after springing in for that delicate part. Her body shook slightly only to feel the breathing of the male beneath her. The devilish brute must’ve moved because before she knew it they were both rolling down the incline they were perched atop. Yelping and yipping as his head took the brunt of the damage inflicted from the tumble she gasped once chilled water drenched her side. His presence infected her naïve nature; the fun loving female was no more now that he’d tainted her with an attack. The little Aussie willed her eyes to tighten shut, and she waited for an attack. Yet it never came; cracking her eyes open she looked. He loomed near her like a god sent to take the very soul she gripped onto and kept so clean, this was it. Flinching into the tiny puddle she saw him flip over; oh dear god this was it. Yet he disappeared.
Smiling she pulled her aching paws under her body and laughed softly. Yes he was dead and she no longer had to worry! A few giggles erupted from her; replaced with bubbling evil laughter. Did she sound like that? Shutting her mouth her wary eyes moved around, what was that awful noise? Moving over to the edge of the hole she gazed into it. A laughing Beauceron could be seen deep within the crevice. Whining deep within her throat her now frightened eyes watched the male leap up, his claws coming close to the opening of the pit, yet not quite reaching. The noise of his thick claws dragging against the sides of the walls seemed to echo through out her mind. And then those words; those awful words. Whining deeper she wished to turn away but her body was frozen in fear. The long frothy strands of slobber came dripping from his jaws every time that steel trap opened and snapped shut in a dangerous matter; flying everywhere once he’d whip his head around to let laughter pool from the hole. The slightly tinged green eyes, shining below didn’t look like any normal dog’s eyes when given the situation of light he was in. No these one were distinct; distinct and dastardly.
As the small female continued to gaze down a flash of a furball caught in her vision.“What are you doing?” she snarled down to the other bitch. Though soon enough her words flowed from her mouth and it was obvious on her intentions. Was she stupid? Camsey had half the mind to come save her, once she’d be in the grip of that male there’d be no way to get out without any help. God that female couldn’t have jumped in at a worse time. Sighing she backed up, whining she wasn’t about to jump into the dark pit. Running down it’s length she found a gentle slope; one that the other Aussie probably had used. Climbing down that she attempted to be silent. She made little to no noise at all as she slowly slunk around the bottom of the pit. She parked her body at the turn of the narrow crevice they were in, that way she wouldn’t be spotted unless someone looked exactly down to her eyes which was highly unlikely. Now; she had a way into the fight from a hidden area and she could high tail it back to the gorge when she needed to get out.
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