you know better babe
exposed
11-24-2024, 04:53 PM
coded by NachoMumma
Desponia & other family members are welcome to enter her threads until she is 2 years old.
Magdalene's antlers will not be fully grown until she is 1 year old. They will shed yearly similar to a normal deer.
Her most colorful markings are imbued with bioluminescence that glow brighter the wetter her fur is.
Expect her companions to be nearby, but not always within sight.
11-25-2024, 04:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2024, 04:24 AM by Exposed. Edited 1 time in total.)
Decrees to abscond from this opulent, june-bud and fresh green’s garden was nearing absolute, until a putrid, venal stench infiltrated the graveyard’s nostrils; tiger, a creature she’d seen many times before.
Was this one not tame, however? Lucid, even?
Their primordial conscience must’ve bled too much, or so she sought to consider. Truthfully, she wouldn’t have cared too much if it weren’t for the child that loitered nearby, sunless nebula’s negating its gaze upon that of a prismatic, bioluminescent dire. The air blew frosty, tousled jacket gallivanting a dominant demeanour -- coalescing galaxies stood out against the sage pastures, swells of navy-blue concocting with plum, fuchsia and apricot hues -- ultramarine wove, breathing soot and claret-red. Lebraid stared, calculative and glacial. Mayhap this would offer an opportunity, an accolade, or a means to convene intelligence on those she did not know, and the lands that held patrimonies. For now, albeit, dinner had yet to be served. “If you want to kill it,” Words began, almost drooling in a loathly, grotesque mien, “Don’t hesitate.” A snarl suffused from the depths of her gut, ghostlike and bludgeoned by the tempests of helheim; defences assumed, muscles flexed as she burst into action. She cared not if they got hurt, really. There would be no mercy here, slaver therein befouling those agape, cimmerian jowls as she attempted to close the distance –– if so, she’d aim to lunge at the tiger’s right with latitudinous forearms.
And in that same second, should it prove triumphant, cuspids dared to grasp the feline’s neck with a ferity so raw, so demonic, she couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of what it might taste like.
[WARNING]
Exposed is highly unpredictable in all threads. There's no telling what may trigger it. You've been warned. |
12-01-2024, 02:26 PM
In a flash, another wolf enters from across the field. Taking both Magdalene and the tiger by surprise. Glacial words slice the frosted air as the figure draws closer to them. Blinking a few times, her brows notch together and head cants. Well, she was going to attack the tiger, but why should she listen to a stranger? Confusion in her youthful mind clouds her judgment. If it weren't for the older female deciding to leap into action, Mags would have been the tiger's next meal.
She stumbles back a few steps as blood sprays a few feet from the tiger's neck. The two begin to entangle around each other as Mags fights through the fear and confusion. Right, attack, kill, do something stupid!
Charging forward, Mags goes toward the opposite side of the tiger. Reaching out with her own jaguar claws, she sinks them into the tiger's shoulder and rips through muscle and flesh. The tiger yowls in response, curling toward her to retaliate.
Desponia & other family members are welcome to enter her threads until she is 2 years old.
Magdalene's antlers will not be fully grown until she is 1 year old. They will shed yearly similar to a normal deer.
Her most colorful markings are imbued with bioluminescence that glow brighter the wetter her fur is.
Expect her companions to be nearby, but not always within sight.
12-06-2024, 02:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-06-2024, 02:53 PM by Exposed. Edited 2 times in total.)
It’d been so long since a live repast purged itself into an benign offering, be it a predator of prey –– if it’s their wits that were wasted, she’d gladly expunge them from this earth.
And yes, while perhaps her own sanity could be questioned at times, ferality will never be one of them. Lebraid would sooner die than become completely insane or aberrant of all morals; thunderous, fervent rumbles belted from within, gaping jowls therein seizing the tiger’s skin-parcelled, fleshy tendons. My, how moreish. They sunk with absolute savagery, blood spewing over her face, torso and the mossbed, spring-green topography underfoot, staining its nonpareil botany in the devil’s wine. Sweet, irony pungency’s barraged inside the hellion’s mouth, refusing to relinquish as the feline swung with redress, wailing and hollering like a pessimistic fool as it wrested its claws slantwise down Lebraid’s chest. She snarled, pitiless and devilishly cyclonic. Pain poisoned every fibre and follicle, nerves bleeding hot with adrenaline -- of course, that did not mean she didn’t revel in it -- an unpredictable craze seeped from those achromic, deadpan eyes. Clots of fur matted and wrangled in a fray she would not lose; ardency wreaked as the child joined in, sputtering growls mutilating in cut-throat ravishment. Death was not optional, and so canines dared to beset harder, gelled, at the peril of nothing but the tiger’s own demise, maybe; all while, the cadaverous graveyard intended to reach its jugular from the outside in, hacking and mauling at goluptious flesh, meat and beefy, succulent muscles like it were her last fucking meal.
She wanted it to focus on her.
[WARNING]
Exposed is highly unpredictable in all threads. There's no telling what may trigger it. You've been warned. |
Yesterday, 06:07 PM
Funny how effective wolves could be. For how mutated she is, the predators should be terrified of her. Even if she is young, she is a formidable force. Rendering through flesh and sinew, gore and blood flying through the air. A guttural growl that doesn’t belong in a lady ripples up her throat. Excitement and adrenaline send electrifying tingles down to her very toes. This tiger would not last.
Just as the feline turns to focus on the stranger, Mags takes her opportunity. Surging forward, sharp teeth grasping around the side of its neck. Sinking in, practically drinking its blood, she feels the pulse of its heart on her tongue. Delicious and horrible all at the same time. Soon, it would be over. It was theirs now.
Just as the feline turns to focus on the stranger, Mags takes her opportunity. Surging forward, sharp teeth grasping around the side of its neck. Sinking in, practically drinking its blood, she feels the pulse of its heart on her tongue. Delicious and horrible all at the same time. Soon, it would be over. It was theirs now.
Desponia & other family members are welcome to enter her threads until she is 2 years old.
Magdalene's antlers will not be fully grown until she is 1 year old. They will shed yearly similar to a normal deer.
Her most colorful markings are imbued with bioluminescence that glow brighter the wetter her fur is.
Expect her companions to be nearby, but not always within sight.