Once more she was drawn to the SS Antitox, maybe under the delusion that she would run into the lupine that refused to speak and would somehow hear his voice. Whatever the reason, the tawny monster stood atop the tin roof and surveyed the surrounding landscape. Positively boring, dreary, lifeless, drab, any synonym would work. Long tail would flick in annoyance, pale golden orbs flicking about her surroundings, inspecting it for hidden nooks she had missed earlier. Nothing. A growl of displeasure rumbled in her chest, the beast thoroughly irritated by the lack of appeal this place held to her. Powerful frame would lay down upon the chilled metal, lounging with her immense paws hanging off the edge. What would the gods throw at her now? Probably something equally as boring and annoying as this place...

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PHONE POST I HOPE YOU LOVE ME

he was, as always, hidden beneath his absurd and obscenely decaying cervid cloak. while the warped crown dragging under his steadily beating organ, he would travel through the tundra until a less than welcoming face caused him to fall short on his thoughtless journey. such a shame, he would start, those vile words spilling from a venomous cartridge up toward her royal ass perched atop the ship. that a lifeless hide would prove to be more company than you. ill-matched brows would furrow together while cerulean and ivory pools bore into the golden gems of the feline. he was, of course, highly offended and inappropriately aroused at her sudden and impromptu exit during their first encounter. and while he knew that his godly charm held no grounds in the queen's book, he found himself irresistibly drawn to her. damn this insistent loin of his.

	The dog appeared, the same one who had insisted on trying to hump her when they had first met. An insult fled his jowls, and the beast threw her head back with a roar of laughter. "What's more of a shame is that you craved my company so much you put in the effort to dream up that sad little pun." She growled, fixing the man with her cold burning gaze. Her mind was too well wrapped by her cloying insanity, too thoroughly soaked in crazy juice. "And I must say, you went very poorly about skinning that doe. That hide is going to fall apart before the flies leave you alone." She chuckled darkly, flicking a claw in the direction of the buzzing insects floating lazily around the lupine. She knew she was going to be pushing his buttons, driving him slowly mad, and soon he would be smelling her body. The daemon was in season, and her body pulsed with a dull fire of longing for another body. From her perch, he could smell her, and nearly touch her, but he could not do what he wanted. It was that knowledge that drove the tawny monster to do what she was doing.

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nother phone post

she would laugh and his blood would boil. her insult made the malevolent man swoon but he would show no such weakness. instead of spitting back, he would simply give her a daring smirk and await further conversation.

ill-matched slits widened in terror as his finely crafted jaw unhinged. a slighted paw flew to crush against the doe's ear, pitting the other against the calloused ground. maeva, do not listen to this atrocious woman. she speaks not the truth. you have the body of a goddess and i will not have you thinking otherwise! he would purr deliciously, tilting his chin ever so slightly toward his throat and looking away in mock avoidance.

	She watched with a dark grin as the dual toned lupine gaped, slamming a paw over the ear of the rotting doe's head. He murmured sweet nothings to the corpse, and the beast chuckled with dark mirth. Already she was loving this meeting, tormenting the mutt as easily as one two three. "I didn't know goddess' had hunks of rotten meat falling from them." She growled with a broad, twisted smirk. Long tail flicked in amusement, golden optics flicking over the face of the wolf. "How badly does your life have to get where your food becomes your friend? The least you could do is keep it alive before you start talking to it... You smell like shit." She growled with a smirk, knowing a vain dog like this one would not enjoy that very much. A yawn stretched her powerful jaws wide, baring her immense fangs and raspy salmon tongue. Slowly those jaws would shut, and she continued to watch the nuisance and see his reaction.

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+ 10 to gryffindor for miley cyrus reference. also, i've no clue what's in to poor jae xD

slowly his eyes would search her out again, hesitant to give in. but he simply couldn't resist. his response to her sarcasm was a rushed and defensive spill of half processed words, you wouldn't know what one looked like. immediately his face would fall. what the fuck? and if that wasn't enough, her next insult swung a wrecking ball at the man's heart. shit? him? for the first time, genuine concern crossed his facade. he averted his gaze, considering for a moment to avoid the situation all together and leave. but his stubborn finnvi blood brought his chiseled chin back toward the feline and spit venom in her direction. do you ever come down from your narcissistic pedestal?

	The mutt's response was quick, unpondered, and thoroughly pathetic. Even the mongrel seemed abashed by his idiotic comment. She would laugh, but it was much more satisfying to see his own torment for having said the dumb comment. Then the lupine hurled yet another ridiculous insult, or an attempt at one, in her direction. She scoffed, rolling her eyes before chuckling. "Some call it narcissism, others call it insanity. Whatever it is, it's hard wired into my brain. So the answer is no, mutt." She growled, lips twisted in a devilish smirk as she looked down upon him. That's how these things should work, the felines looking down upon the canines. It was just how nature should logically work, the superior beings ruling the inferior.

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he would scoff, a look of sour angst plaguing his fair features. he was beginning to grow conscious of his body, how the wind gently caressed and parted his ivory fur. how his ears would occasionally twitch on their own, a reaction also caused by the irritation of the wind's breath. compared to his inner thoughts, which raced like an indycar down the daytona, his body was as still as an inanimate rock. he would drink her words carefully, churning them slowly in his mind's eye before allowing his own words to fall casually from his pursed lips. afraid i see.

	The mutt's venomous lyrics fell from his inky lips, and the fur along the monsters spine would bristle dangerously. Fear was not in her vocabulary, and to be accused of such weakness could get this lupine killed. Slowly, she would let her emotions fall below the surface of her skin, roiling beneath her powerfully muscled physique in case she would need to use it on this pest later on. A poisonous chuckle would fall from her lips, baring massive fangs as she roared with mirth. Such a pathetic creature, and he dare accuse her of being afraid? Soon, he would stink of such a fear, he would wish he had never spoken the words he had so fatefully uttered. Standing, the tawny beast would grin with such malicious glee that none could doubt her obvious insanity. "Fear is not something a pitiful creature such as yourself incites within me." She would growl, leaping down with an audible thud and laughing with dark mirth. Stepping forwards, she would draw out the moment as much as she possibly could, and when she stood so close to the pathetic lupine that she could smell it's rank breath, she lifted a massive paw and swung it like a club, driving it right into his frail little temple and watching the effects play out with a glimmer of amusement glinting in her pale golden orbs. With that, she returned to her perch and watched the pathetic canine reel from the blow with a cruel grin playing at her severe features.

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the queen would stand and grin, and it was obvious to jaeger that she was not afraid. she'd quite possibly never been afraid before. did he cower? no. he would stand still, that deliciously chiseled chin held high with stubborn confidence radiating from his bloated crown. he was a finnvi. finnvi's did not cower. his triple coated banner would flick as she leaped from her throne, taking her time drawing closer. she was a dangerous sight, those luxurious hips swaying with her fluid movements. those burning orbs of hers simply captivated the man, he could stay lost for an eternity and be content with wasting his life away...

THWACK! he was literally punted a few feet, maeva jerked from his body upon impact. ill-matched pools widened in pure shock until he crash landed on his shoulder. his face would screw into anger and his voice deteriorated into nothing but a hack, escalating into an irritated snarl as he attempted to rise. after stumbling for a moment, he would finally stand and glare up at the queen while letting a hardened, sarcastic little ha! fall from his lips. of course the cowardice little kitty would retreat to her crib. overly annunciated. cold. venomous. he was beyond recognition.

	His remark was idiotic, altogether pathetic like he was. The mutt wasn't even trying to come up with new material, just using the same bit over and over, trying desperately for it to break through her iron hide. It never would, cowardice was not in her nature, and she was assured of this, so she did not feel the need to prove herself to the dog at her feet. In fact, the lupine was below her feet, both un reality and metaphorically. Her cruel, mocking laughter would fall from dark lips, cranium rearing back in the throes of dark mirth. "The only cowardice in this situation is my worry that your stupidity is contagious." Thickly accented, Russian lyrics snarled with a cruel grin, long tail flicking as she watched her comment take effect upon his dual toned features. This was entertaining, watching the man have his pride wounded again and again, yet not have enough brains to give up while he still had a smidgeon of pride left in his puny frame. The tawny monster sat on the edge of the tin roof, toes hanging over the sharp metal edges as she watched with a ghostly primrose gaze filled with amusement. A soft smirk played upon her severe features, the tips of her massive fangs poking out from beneath her ebony pigmented lips. She was enjoying this a bit more than before, but she would still rather be out of his presence, somewhere the wolves wouldn't insist on pestering her to no end. OOC: The word punted in your post for some reason made it really funny, I just imagine him sailing through the air with his body flapping through the wind behind his head and then bouncing a little bit. I nearly died of laughter!!

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slow throbbing, electricifying pain. leisurely burning embers rose quickly to a wildfire within his chest. ill-matched pools bore into the celestial orbs of the cat seated above him, a gelid storm fuming within his cadaverous body. the virulent man couldn't think straight. he wanted with every fibre to slip into the wench's jaws, clawing his way into her stomach only to bathe in the flesh-burning acids before eating his way back out. that was, of course, impossible to even attempt. especially with his highness lounging upon her throne well out of his reach. so with painful defeat and a raging headache to match, he would walk with stiff masts over to maeva, writhing under her to place her once more on his shoulders, before turning away from the royal cougar and muttering fucking cats. he would catch her another time, perhaps when she was not expecting, to repay her dues.

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