Disjointed Children
04-26-2014, 09:00 PM
Darkness was such a wonderful ally, how it hide the curves of a predator amongst the prey, the way it, stroked along the flesh, the way it slithered against the skin. The way darkness, in all of its forms, hides what was really in the hearts of lesser men. Though those that were wise knew that darkness was a defining precursor to deceit. Which is why the male took pleasure in traveling during the stranglehold of the night.
The man moved quietly, paw pads only lightly settling against the grass, his weight shifting deftly. Soft sounds of crushing foliage was the only thing that herald his passing, as well as the systematic breathing into the night, the way his lungs drew in the air and pushed it out, the predatory sound, the creeping of something malicious through the land, a blight that would not be stopped until nothing was left.
This blight moved though the trees, his fur brushing against the bark, leaving his scent for those who where foolish enough to attempt to tail the man. Something though made him pause; perhaps it was the tree that rose so defiantly over the desolate landscape.
His body stopped it?s motion, eyes slowly twitching sporadically over to the tree, ?int-erest-ing.? Baritones echo about the male, jerking himself into movement he presses the tip of his nose against the tree, before slowly trailing it up against the trunk. Finally when his nose couldn?t go any further, he eases himself off of the ground, front paws coming up and off the ground, claws slashing into the bark before raking downwards, providing the screaming of the tree as it?s bark is forcibly removed from it?s body.
Pleased he releases the tree from his assault, paws smashing against the earth as his weight returns to it. Jaws stiffly part, spreading as the saliva drips between the roof of his mouth and the bottom, tongue slithers out, dangling from between his jaws. Purposefully his left leg swings around, turning the tower of a wolf away from the tree to allow storm calling eyes to gaze out across the land.
The man moved quietly, paw pads only lightly settling against the grass, his weight shifting deftly. Soft sounds of crushing foliage was the only thing that herald his passing, as well as the systematic breathing into the night, the way his lungs drew in the air and pushed it out, the predatory sound, the creeping of something malicious through the land, a blight that would not be stopped until nothing was left.
This blight moved though the trees, his fur brushing against the bark, leaving his scent for those who where foolish enough to attempt to tail the man. Something though made him pause; perhaps it was the tree that rose so defiantly over the desolate landscape.
His body stopped it?s motion, eyes slowly twitching sporadically over to the tree, ?int-erest-ing.? Baritones echo about the male, jerking himself into movement he presses the tip of his nose against the tree, before slowly trailing it up against the trunk. Finally when his nose couldn?t go any further, he eases himself off of the ground, front paws coming up and off the ground, claws slashing into the bark before raking downwards, providing the screaming of the tree as it?s bark is forcibly removed from it?s body.
Pleased he releases the tree from his assault, paws smashing against the earth as his weight returns to it. Jaws stiffly part, spreading as the saliva drips between the roof of his mouth and the bottom, tongue slithers out, dangling from between his jaws. Purposefully his left leg swings around, turning the tower of a wolf away from the tree to allow storm calling eyes to gaze out across the land.
04-26-2014, 10:22 PM
Soft tissue of torn epithelium manifested the drawn ears of a colossal she-wolf, the muscles of the devoured beast the wolf was ravishing it's hunger upon; were shredded like the rest of it's being. One last tug was all it took for the sociopath to retreat from the corpse before her paws, she mauled the ground violently as her claws raked the earth surface. She stopped for a split second, taking in the looming darkness around her, her sharp unfathomable oculars that illuminated the moonlit night with it's demonic embrace seemed to vibrate pure vengeance off them. Feeling her inner demon start to scratch at the surface, becoming enticingly impatient by the minute. The femme also well known as, Sinister, found herself spinning 'round on her heels to bound forward into the night. Hurling over obstacles that blocked her path, yet she dared not stop -- the evil fae continued on through the thick forest and beyond with no exception of turning back.
Through stimulating eyes, behind a concrete wall, beneath a chilled heart lies a fae whose soul is lost and forgotten. She's rather cold and brutal, blunt and vulgar and as she is these four things that make her who she is, this she-wolf holds the deepest and darkest secrets -- resentment and betrayal. Deep down this ageless, soulless demon whom of which has sold her soul to the devil; has yet to realize that she's a afraid inside. Afraid of her own shadow-self. Though she does not put on her bad girl panties just to fit the role, she was naturally born to raise hell, especially from master-mind killers that she calls her "beloved" parents. No, not really so much beloved. Sinister and her father are not on good terms, they haven't been for centuries now. It is literally, unorthodox that these two parade their hell on this world, seeming as though it is game on between the two. Though, Sinister is like that one folk-lore, the boy who cried wolf. Well she's the wolf and when a someone cries 'wolf' then they better expect the claws and fangs to introduce themselves to their flesh. Trust me she is a nightmare misery to all who appose her. It's said that she's like a phantom, there one minute, gone the next. Just depends on how quick you are for she could sweep you off your feet without even a single flick of her wrist. Oh, the sneaky and destructive acts of serial killers. Oh, how they can be so; manipulative. While you walk around calling her acts, games, she is out planning to demolish an entire army, to wipe out half the world's saviors -- you believe that in your heart she doesn't think before reacting, but she indeed does. She does it so well to; so, very, well. please take the time to re-enact your thoughts, rewind back to the part where you said she was incapable of when she strikes. Take your time, she has all day and all night. For when you think less of her, she will always come back to bite you in the ass. Notice her as a vampire, when you cross a vampire, they come back to bite. And it's not too pretty afterwards for this female does not stop until she has you right where she wants you. Corned, scared, loosening your mind to the point where you start seeing things that aren't actually there. She attacks her next victims with ease, though they know it. She makes sure they know she's coming for them. First it starts with killing a few family members, then friends, then fellow acquiescence's, and then when she knows she has them broken and weak -- that's when she'll strike. Think of this as a killing game. When she puts you on her hit list, there's no taking your name off of it. For she will hunt you, she will find you, and she will kill you..
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" No more, please!" Croaky and well hoarse voice slurred as blood drained from the brute's mouth. His ear bleeding cries of pain and despair made Sinister's blood start to pulse violently through her veins -- offering a more exclusive adrenaline rush that she was basking in. Certainly this had been her one hundredth kill of this year, so his suffering had to be special. Oh, how she was excited. Her parents may not be proud of what she's become, a blood-thirsty killer like them, but they are dead to her so they have no say on what she does with her life. Even if they were still alive, she wouldn't take part in listening to them anyhow. Shaking her head down as she gazed through the man's fear-some orbs with her demonic ones. Surely he was going to keep on screaming, so Sinister had to do something about that. Enclosing herself further between them, executing that gap that kept them apart. The blades of her canines glistened against the eerie caliber of vibrant rays of lit darkness. With no hesitations nor deceptions, the she-wolf opened her large maw only to hammer down her mighty jaws onto the males snout -- without a moments notice the femme yanked her crown viciously, taking his entire muzzle with her. He tried to yowl but couldn't, the only thing that he could bare to spill were watery tears. His face was now fully covered in blood and with no remorse or shamelessness Sinister decided to end him. Taking a deep breath to open her mouth open like a dragon, almost like she was going to harvest his soul, but instead she harshly barked in his face. Watching as his eyes drained to a pure white, no pupil left to decorate his eyes. Shutting her maw as the last bit of his glorious soul ravished her insides and once she drank down her own saliva with a mixture of metallic blood, she oozed: " How's that for child play?" Those last few words sounded as if they came from a venomous snake for they hissed and her rich, angelic, ancient Greek accent thundered. Listening to his silent moans of anguish, she harmonized her devious chuckles to his silent empathy . Huffing lightly, Sinister straightened up and took her sweet time getting from point A to point B. Heading off further into the night.
"Speech"
'thoughts'
04-26-2014, 11:48 PM
Hatred.
The man stood there for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing into the darkness as they adjusted to the lack of light. Nothing. Imonde?s mind drew a blank as the stillness of the night enshrouded him in it?s fingers. It was eventually going to drive the man insane, more so than what he already was. So it was of no surprise when his front paws started to slowly slide along the exhausted earth, nails scraping along as he lowered his body down toward the ground, the front part of his chest dipping down as his haunches remained flagged in the air. Jaws slowly made their way apart as he yawned. Hunger, such hunger. When was the last time the male hunted? He could not recall.
?No more, please!? The words cut through the darkness and slammed into his ears like a shockwave. What was taking place under his nose this primitive night? How the creature did wish to find out, but the sounds of a desperate mans pleases wasn?t enough to make the man move from his lounged position. But the tearing of flesh was. Quickly he snaps his jaws closed with an audible click, his haunches pushing forward as he eases his body back into an upright position.
Wetness, it was a sound that he knew well. The sound of flesh being peeled away from the bone, the sound of the absence of mercy, the sound of prey being taken down. Keenly the man flicks his ears forward, head lowering to align with his spine before his neck stretched out. Nostrils flare, the tip of his nose going toward the night sky as he inhales deeply. Blood. The aroma of it was filtered through his nostrils where it took root in the expanse of his mind.
Blood. Lupine blood. A scent that called to him, a scent that he knew quiet well that awakened found memories of home. He couldn?t? help but to wait, his ears notched forward as he still awaited the sound of breaking cartilage, of someone dining. But to his anguish that sound never reached his ears, he would have to invite himself to this feast then, it was only polite to share.
Moving forward his legs did carry him, first at a leisurely wolf trot, then suddenly breaking off into tapered run. The scent of blood grew thicker as he approached the fallen wolf; finally storm eyes caught the object that he was seeking, the battered body of a wolf whose voice was silenced, except for the wet, slick sound of blood choked panting.
Imonde slowly approached the soon to be corpse, his nose pressed against the ground as he circled around the fallen wolf, intently sniffing as he picked up?her scent. Her. The male?s eyes flashed his ill intent, the psychosis brewing behind his gaze as his muscles did begin to tremble in unearthly excitement. Gradually the brute lifts his head, eyes slowly catching the sightless gaze of the man that rests upon the ground, his blood choked gurgle intensifying upon noticing he had the misfortune of meeting yet another that cared not of the value of a life.
?We think, you?ve bit-ten off more than you could chew?? Rattling baritones push leisurely from his body, his gaze glittering his amusement at this other creatures suffering. ?Tho-ugh, we do tha-nk you, how hun-gry we have been.? With that Imonde circles around his scavenged meal, lips peeling back as he teasingly nips at the other male?s stomach before lacerating it, razor fangs slicing into it.
Casually the man takes his time, canines slashing flesh away from bone, breaking through the ribs as he fends off the insanity with a bout of blood. Now what can we bring the vixen that left us this? Hm? His mind did echo, finally his gaze lands on the prey?s heart. Jaws parting once again he wraps them around the pump, just one simple tug rending it from the body of the fallen wolf.
She shall be delicious, we do recon. That thought makes him drop the heart, his head snapping upward toward the night sky as his blood induced hunting call claims the night as it?s own. The creature soon becomes irate, head lurching downwards as he gathers the heart between his jaws, nostrils setting him on a collision course with the female.
Legs pumped under him, paws setting against the ground as he flits off through the night, weaving through trees as he follows her trail. There. His mind does hiss, making him slow his pace as he watches her from afar. Dragging his body along though he does finally approach, the tank built male closing the distance before lurching to a hesitant stop somewhere along her right shoulder. ?We do thi-nk you have lo-st this.? He rumbles as he drops the heart from between his jaws. ?You sme-ll of dea-th, we thi-nk you smell?? His voice pauses for just a moment, his gives himself a moment as his tongue sweeps away the blood of the fallen male from around his teeth. ?de-lect-able.?
The man stood there for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing into the darkness as they adjusted to the lack of light. Nothing. Imonde?s mind drew a blank as the stillness of the night enshrouded him in it?s fingers. It was eventually going to drive the man insane, more so than what he already was. So it was of no surprise when his front paws started to slowly slide along the exhausted earth, nails scraping along as he lowered his body down toward the ground, the front part of his chest dipping down as his haunches remained flagged in the air. Jaws slowly made their way apart as he yawned. Hunger, such hunger. When was the last time the male hunted? He could not recall.
?No more, please!? The words cut through the darkness and slammed into his ears like a shockwave. What was taking place under his nose this primitive night? How the creature did wish to find out, but the sounds of a desperate mans pleases wasn?t enough to make the man move from his lounged position. But the tearing of flesh was. Quickly he snaps his jaws closed with an audible click, his haunches pushing forward as he eases his body back into an upright position.
Wetness, it was a sound that he knew well. The sound of flesh being peeled away from the bone, the sound of the absence of mercy, the sound of prey being taken down. Keenly the man flicks his ears forward, head lowering to align with his spine before his neck stretched out. Nostrils flare, the tip of his nose going toward the night sky as he inhales deeply. Blood. The aroma of it was filtered through his nostrils where it took root in the expanse of his mind.
Blood. Lupine blood. A scent that called to him, a scent that he knew quiet well that awakened found memories of home. He couldn?t? help but to wait, his ears notched forward as he still awaited the sound of breaking cartilage, of someone dining. But to his anguish that sound never reached his ears, he would have to invite himself to this feast then, it was only polite to share.
Moving forward his legs did carry him, first at a leisurely wolf trot, then suddenly breaking off into tapered run. The scent of blood grew thicker as he approached the fallen wolf; finally storm eyes caught the object that he was seeking, the battered body of a wolf whose voice was silenced, except for the wet, slick sound of blood choked panting.
Imonde slowly approached the soon to be corpse, his nose pressed against the ground as he circled around the fallen wolf, intently sniffing as he picked up?her scent. Her. The male?s eyes flashed his ill intent, the psychosis brewing behind his gaze as his muscles did begin to tremble in unearthly excitement. Gradually the brute lifts his head, eyes slowly catching the sightless gaze of the man that rests upon the ground, his blood choked gurgle intensifying upon noticing he had the misfortune of meeting yet another that cared not of the value of a life.
?We think, you?ve bit-ten off more than you could chew?? Rattling baritones push leisurely from his body, his gaze glittering his amusement at this other creatures suffering. ?Tho-ugh, we do tha-nk you, how hun-gry we have been.? With that Imonde circles around his scavenged meal, lips peeling back as he teasingly nips at the other male?s stomach before lacerating it, razor fangs slicing into it.
Casually the man takes his time, canines slashing flesh away from bone, breaking through the ribs as he fends off the insanity with a bout of blood. Now what can we bring the vixen that left us this? Hm? His mind did echo, finally his gaze lands on the prey?s heart. Jaws parting once again he wraps them around the pump, just one simple tug rending it from the body of the fallen wolf.
She shall be delicious, we do recon. That thought makes him drop the heart, his head snapping upward toward the night sky as his blood induced hunting call claims the night as it?s own. The creature soon becomes irate, head lurching downwards as he gathers the heart between his jaws, nostrils setting him on a collision course with the female.
Legs pumped under him, paws setting against the ground as he flits off through the night, weaving through trees as he follows her trail. There. His mind does hiss, making him slow his pace as he watches her from afar. Dragging his body along though he does finally approach, the tank built male closing the distance before lurching to a hesitant stop somewhere along her right shoulder. ?We do thi-nk you have lo-st this.? He rumbles as he drops the heart from between his jaws. ?You sme-ll of dea-th, we thi-nk you smell?? His voice pauses for just a moment, his gives himself a moment as his tongue sweeps away the blood of the fallen male from around his teeth. ?de-lect-able.?
04-27-2014, 04:31 PM
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04-27-2014, 05:24 PM
Touch.
She dared to touch him. This alone made the male sluggishly blink. Missing though was the irrational anger that usually followed when a lesser wolf tried to touch him. Something about her touching him didn?t set of the kill switch that often engaged inside of his intellect. Though, his ears began to push back against his head, pinning there as his gaze leisurely traverses the curves of her form as he leans his weight into her during the passing. The male does push into her, his side sliding along her as he stretches his neck out, running his gore covered muzzle against the fur along her flank. His tongue did slowly move across his fangs once more, nostrils deeply inhaling her aroma that brought the creature?s blood to a low simmer. This was just a prelude to demented foreplay, an acknowledgment of her touch, a sign that he would not attempt to butcher this one here tonight, in the silence of the darkness.
The tensing of her muscles did not go unnoticed by the blood induced male, and his reaction?the sweep of his tongue along stained lips, the vibration of his vocal cords in pleasure as he rumbles. His lips begin to slowly curl back, a smile making its way onto his lips as his jaws split to only snap together. Her words where ignored for a moment, his eyes instead began to devour her, from her flanks and then up and along her spine, only to finally come and rest upon her features.
Her rage that flowed from between her lips made him curl back his lips at her, emotions did not stir across his face until after she was done. The man was blank, his ears vacuuming up her words, his mind dissecting their meaning like his fangs did that corpse. The heavy coating of lust though did make him turn his head as his muscles shudder under his thick coat.
Still he remains silent for a moment longer, his leg leading as his paw pushes quietly against the ground as he turns himself about, his head drawing near her shoulder, his eyes dancing along the curve of her neck before he slowly shakes his head. ?We, in the tense of su-peri-or beings, as in to those we deem beneath us.? Decisively the answer to her second question finally comes, seeping from his lips.
?But.? His rattling whisper creeps from his lips and into the darkness. ?I see you, for what you really are, so I will address you as such.? The pattern of his speech smoothens a moment as he strings the sentence together effortlessly. Grey eyes suddenly flash, his haunches hovering just above the ground as his hind legs separate, hind claws digging into the soil as he regains his balance.
His throat vibrates once more, his right leg bringing his paw to hover as well just above the ground as he lowers his head to align with his top of his chest. ?Make no mistake, you have my attention, fonak.?
She dared to touch him. This alone made the male sluggishly blink. Missing though was the irrational anger that usually followed when a lesser wolf tried to touch him. Something about her touching him didn?t set of the kill switch that often engaged inside of his intellect. Though, his ears began to push back against his head, pinning there as his gaze leisurely traverses the curves of her form as he leans his weight into her during the passing. The male does push into her, his side sliding along her as he stretches his neck out, running his gore covered muzzle against the fur along her flank. His tongue did slowly move across his fangs once more, nostrils deeply inhaling her aroma that brought the creature?s blood to a low simmer. This was just a prelude to demented foreplay, an acknowledgment of her touch, a sign that he would not attempt to butcher this one here tonight, in the silence of the darkness.
The tensing of her muscles did not go unnoticed by the blood induced male, and his reaction?the sweep of his tongue along stained lips, the vibration of his vocal cords in pleasure as he rumbles. His lips begin to slowly curl back, a smile making its way onto his lips as his jaws split to only snap together. Her words where ignored for a moment, his eyes instead began to devour her, from her flanks and then up and along her spine, only to finally come and rest upon her features.
Her rage that flowed from between her lips made him curl back his lips at her, emotions did not stir across his face until after she was done. The man was blank, his ears vacuuming up her words, his mind dissecting their meaning like his fangs did that corpse. The heavy coating of lust though did make him turn his head as his muscles shudder under his thick coat.
Still he remains silent for a moment longer, his leg leading as his paw pushes quietly against the ground as he turns himself about, his head drawing near her shoulder, his eyes dancing along the curve of her neck before he slowly shakes his head. ?We, in the tense of su-peri-or beings, as in to those we deem beneath us.? Decisively the answer to her second question finally comes, seeping from his lips.
?But.? His rattling whisper creeps from his lips and into the darkness. ?I see you, for what you really are, so I will address you as such.? The pattern of his speech smoothens a moment as he strings the sentence together effortlessly. Grey eyes suddenly flash, his haunches hovering just above the ground as his hind legs separate, hind claws digging into the soil as he regains his balance.
His throat vibrates once more, his right leg bringing his paw to hover as well just above the ground as he lowers his head to align with his top of his chest. ?Make no mistake, you have my attention, fonak.?
04-27-2014, 06:20 PM
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04-27-2014, 06:53 PM
Excitement.
There was something sinister, and predominantly erotic about bloodshed, perhaps it was the way it slowly made it?s way through a thick coat of fur? Maybe it was just the way the secret seemed to bait out the worst intentions an individual could have? It mattered not, the blood was coursing through his veins and was acting as a constant reminder that here within this same area with him was a female that would and could butcher others just as well if not better than he. She was something he would have to obtain for himself.
This thought alone was what made him move forward, almost as if he was slinking and had all the time in the world to get there. But the flash of fangs from the lady made him pause, the low hum of another bloodletting made him sweep his tongue across his fangs and position just at the junction of his lips. That was until her jaws came at his snout. His head suddenly dropped down and to the right, then sharply swung upward as her fangs slide across the left side of his snout.
Injury. Though the nerves along the wound cried in anguish, his features stilled for a moment as he drew himself up to his full height, his eyes slowly sliding to the corners of sockets as he regards her in a stirring silence. Gradually his lips pull away from canines, tongue sliding rapidly against them as the vibrations of his irate rumble racks his body.
Salvia slowly pours between the slight separation of his jaws, muscles tense and sent on end as he was defied. Of course she won?t just submit. His minds tugs at the chains of his own sanity as he squares off with the vixen. But still he stays his jaws from snapping toward her neck, not yet allowing himself to afflict harm. ?Nor do I care anything about your past,? the enraged testosterone induced male rumbles, his lips curled into a snarl as his body remains on the verge of stillness brought on by vengeance.
?Rules?? He echoes roughly, the word ending with a snarl as he pushes his weight forward taking another step toward the female as his tail curls upward behind him. Play? Pl-ah. That was one word the male knew quiet well, and was positively fond of. That one word alone brought his lips down back to cover his teeth, ears flicking away from his head and toward her as blazing eyes regard her in a sadistically curious manner. ?Pl-ah, what rules shall we pl-ah by?? He crones forebodingly.
There was something sinister, and predominantly erotic about bloodshed, perhaps it was the way it slowly made it?s way through a thick coat of fur? Maybe it was just the way the secret seemed to bait out the worst intentions an individual could have? It mattered not, the blood was coursing through his veins and was acting as a constant reminder that here within this same area with him was a female that would and could butcher others just as well if not better than he. She was something he would have to obtain for himself.
This thought alone was what made him move forward, almost as if he was slinking and had all the time in the world to get there. But the flash of fangs from the lady made him pause, the low hum of another bloodletting made him sweep his tongue across his fangs and position just at the junction of his lips. That was until her jaws came at his snout. His head suddenly dropped down and to the right, then sharply swung upward as her fangs slide across the left side of his snout.
Injury. Though the nerves along the wound cried in anguish, his features stilled for a moment as he drew himself up to his full height, his eyes slowly sliding to the corners of sockets as he regards her in a stirring silence. Gradually his lips pull away from canines, tongue sliding rapidly against them as the vibrations of his irate rumble racks his body.
Salvia slowly pours between the slight separation of his jaws, muscles tense and sent on end as he was defied. Of course she won?t just submit. His minds tugs at the chains of his own sanity as he squares off with the vixen. But still he stays his jaws from snapping toward her neck, not yet allowing himself to afflict harm. ?Nor do I care anything about your past,? the enraged testosterone induced male rumbles, his lips curled into a snarl as his body remains on the verge of stillness brought on by vengeance.
?Rules?? He echoes roughly, the word ending with a snarl as he pushes his weight forward taking another step toward the female as his tail curls upward behind him. Play? Pl-ah. That was one word the male knew quiet well, and was positively fond of. That one word alone brought his lips down back to cover his teeth, ears flicking away from his head and toward her as blazing eyes regard her in a sadistically curious manner. ?Pl-ah, what rules shall we pl-ah by?? He crones forebodingly.
04-27-2014, 08:18 PM