She ran and ran. Her muscles rippled and fur dances. Each bounce off the ground was met with a thud. The demoness had her tongue out uncontrollably. It hung out of the left isde of her mouth, flopping about. She tried to slither it back into her mouth but it was just to much for her to handle. She sprinted fast, the girl may be large but when she began she could pick up speed. Her legs were engulfed by a foot of snow with each thundering bound. Her eyes were slits, in order to keep dust and snow out of them. She was a like a brown dart in the blanked of white. But, she was met with the site of her home. The S.S. was her lovely abode. She littered the place with various bones and bits of rotten meat. She thought it was quite glorious.

The girl came to a skidding stop. Her paws dug into the dirt burried within the thick snow. She let a yelp rip through the air as she was sent tumbling to the ground. Her front half was covered in the white snow. She growl, her entire chest rumbling. She snapped at the snow, attempting to remove it from her mouth. The demones got up and shook out her rather thick fur. She snorted and slowly slithered into her layer. The ship was half in the ground. Leaving the deck open and then a room. She trotted up the deck and into the cold room. There were various doodads and thingies upon tables but she hadn't a clue of what they were. The demoness flopped onto the blood stained floor and huffed. She snorted, her nose hurt from the horrid fall.


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Exploring. Exploring and more exploring. It seemed to be the biggest occupier of his time now. Not that he really minded, even though he would've preferred to have been doing something in Glaciem, something to help his father run things smoother, but since Isardis was far too busy, Taurig found it better to occupy himself with whatever he could do. And if that meant wandering out of Glaciem to familiarize himself with the Northern region, then that's what he was going to do. And what he was doing now. Snow was a very common thing in this region, as he was coming to know with each new exploration of the surrounding areas. And this new area was no exception. But unlike the other areas where there were natural land formations, this particular spot was devoid of [I]natural[/ii] formations, instead decorated with a type of formation that looked nothing like it was derived from the elements. It was foreign and Taurig wasn't sure what to make of it. The young Blood had stopped a good distance away, eyeing the large formation wearily, trying to decide if he would go inspect it when suddenly an earthen shape bounded through the snow right towards it, tripping over its own paws as it tumbled into the snow. It rose back onto its paws, snapping at the snow before trotting up onto the formation, disappearing inside it. Grey-blue brows furrowed together in confusion, curiosity overpowering his weariness as his ebony limbs pushed him through the snow towards the large mass. Inky nostrils quivered, catching the foreigners scent. Female. The titan approached the mass, stopping just shy of the unfamiliar surface, icy gaze dancing across the formation, seeking the place where the female had disappeared to, senses on high alert lest she have a partner or another wolf decide to sneak up on him. Talk like this

The hard, cold, surface was cold upon her body. Though, her thick fur gave her a little warmth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began to drift off. She twitched and flicked in the very light sleep. She could still feel the wind and the coldness, but her mind was shutting down. But, she heard something. Pawsteps? The woman's sunny orbs flashed open in an instant and she got up on all fours. She shook out her fur again before she prepared herself. Her mouth hung open and she breathed in the air. A male? The woman seemed to be a bit more attrached to woman lately, but she could not resist a male.

She slithered to the exit of her little den. She poked her head out quick and her yellow orbs caught sight of the male. She gasped and quickly flicked away. She scurried into the cold den once again. Her heart thumped, she did not want him to see her just yet. She then hopped up on one of the ledges (tables) and peered at him through a clear material that she could pass through. She hadn't a clue what is was, it wasn't ice. The woman was horribly confused but the real issue at hand was this male whom poked at her giant den thing. The demon stared at him with a furrow brow. After a few minutes of just staring the demoness hopped to the ground. She laid down and began to crawl. She crawled to the exit and out. She shut her eyes. She thought maybe if she didn't see him he couldn't see her. The woman continued to wobble closer and closer before she shot up. The vixen darted away before she stopped and turned around. The woman slowly padded closer to him and grunted. That is my thingy. Paws off mister.

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The woman had disappeared practically into thin air. Her scent led up into the unknown mass, a den like hole higher up the formation, but Taurig did not dare breach the border between the snow and the foreign formation. The surface of the large mass looked unsteady and he didn't trust to have full control over his limbs if he were to step upon the unknown surface. So he stayed in the relative safety of the snow, his icy blues dancing across the space where he thought the woman to have disappeared. Where on earth did she go? It didn't seem like there was anywhere to go on this thing, but then again there could be more things to it than it appeared to have on the surface. His warrior instincts warned him against pressing forward and he headed their warning, staying exactly where he was, waiting to see if the woman would reappear. And he didn't have to wait long. He could hear a scrambling from somewhere inside the thing and a flash of what he thought to be fur. Could the woman be inside of the hulking thing? He waited patiently, gaze intent on the den-like thing, wondering if that's where the woman had gone off into. His patience was eventually rewarded as the smaller woman appeared from within the mouth of the beast, crawling out on her belly, lids shut tightly over her eyes, as if trying to make herself disappear. She moved towards him before suddenly shooting up to her paws, darting away only to stop and turn around, deciding to pad back towards him, grunting that the massive formation belonged to her. I wasn't planning on taking it ma'am. He assured her, taking a step or two, widening the gap between himself and the rogue woman, unsure of what her intentions were. Talk like this

The demoness was strange, yes. The girl was an oddity. Her shoulders rolled idly and her nose twitched. The woman stared at the man unblinking. She had a horrid look upon her muzzle. She sneered. The demon did not like little spawn on her lair. The giant thingy was hers and only hers. (In her mind.) Canttina kneaded the earth idly beneath her paws. The snow engulfed her muscle packed legs. Her body was tense, there was no doubt. She was huge, but not the largest The woman wasn't very feminine but she had an elegance about her. A dark elegance. It could not be missed.

Canttina listened to his baritone words. She snarled, how was she suppose to believe him? THe girl did not know this man. He did not know her. They had no reason to be nice to eachother. But, the woman was not dumb. The demoness whipped her head to the side and a crack was heard. She groaned, That one was lovely. She looked around before sunny orbs met his once more. They beamed into his like little daggers. Then what do you want with it or me? I do not have many visitors. Canttina had weary eyes, she did not trust this cretin.


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She was an odd creature, that much he could tell, but as far as how she was odd or why she was odd, that was probably a completely different story all in itself, one he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. As far as physical appearance, she wasn't very odd in that respect. Her coat was brown, of a normal shade and her eyes too a common yellow. Nothing strange about that. He could see the muscle lining her frame, just a bit more noticeable than the usual female's, which meant that this woman could have the potential to be a warrior. But her normalish appearance didn't take away from the fact that something was off about her. Just what exactly he wasn't sure, but he could sense it there, just underneath the surface. A snarl erupted from the smaller woman, her lips curled back against her pale daggers. Taurig's own lips curled back against his own weapons, ink dipped ears flattening against his skull as he took another step back, his titan frame tensing, steel-like muscles becoming rigid, icy eyes nearly identical to the icicles dotting the large formation behind the woman. A crack was heard in the distance and the woman turned towards the sound, groaning as she exclaimed how lovely it was. Her golden eyes returned to him, asking what he wanted with her and the formation. I mean you no harm ma'am, I was simply exploring the area. He answered honestly, hoping that it would somehow calm her down and dissuade any notion that she had of him trying to take anything from her. Talk like this

The thick smell of death clung to the girl, as well as the Antox. It smelled of rotten flesh and the crimson liquid that flowed through their very veins. The girl loved the irony taste of blood. It was more of a self induced high it gave her. A rush of excitement. The kill within her reach. The flesh and watching the eyes drift off into internal emptiness. It was glorious for the girl. It just showed she was thick with passion like others despite her rather broken mind. The demon looked at the man with a thick sneer. Her gained a threatening stance as she did but his words calmed her a little. Her mood suddenly went for rage filled to theatrical. She stared at him with empty eyes as a thick smile whipped across her lips. Her eyes were empty as always. Welcome to my lovely adobe. She giggled and trotted up the slope. I do not know what it is, but it is stable. Do not worry.



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He wasn't too sure what to make of this strange yellow eyed woman who seemed to call this strange formation home. He wasn't one to judge someone based on where they lived, but this had to be by far one of the most odd dens he'd ever seen thus far. But everyone to their own he supposed. Her scent was quite distinct, blood a very pungent ingredient in it. He was sure he would always be able to recognize the woman if he were to ever run across her some time later on. His words appeared to have worked, at least that's what it looked like, as her mood suddenly turned around, her gold eyes staring at him as a smile pulled at her lips. Welcome to my lovely adobe. I don not know what it is, but it is stable. Do not worry. She tried to assure him that the formation was something, stable, but eyeing it carefully Taurig wasn't very concerned. Thank you ma'am, but I don't mind the snow at all. I'm good just where I am. He didn't want to be rude, but he really didn't trust the sketchy looking platform and he wasn't about to put himself in a vulnerable position in the presence of a stranger who could or could not want to attack him. Talk like this

The woman was a creature of the night. She did not socialize with others much and when she did it did not go along well. Her mind was frequently on rewind or fastforward. She could not handle to much social activity due to her lack of cooth. The girl bonked her head and was now nuts. It was sad but true. One fall and her world was turned upside down. She went from being just Canttina to a killer. She was angry at the world. Confused. She had no clue what happened and had no way of finding out. She sought out a new land and came here. But, she was just trapped within her own mind. She was surrounded by bad habits and urges. She wanted to slaughter, torture, and lust. The girl was a sinner with no saint.

She looked back to see that he did not follow her. She pouted for a moment as she turned back around. Her paws were firmly planted on the cold material the formation was made of. It was hard and firm. It confused her even more but the woman hadn't a care. Her eyes connected with his as words spewed from his feeding hole. He was polite, to polite. He thought he was crazy, unstable, insane. Oh, she was. But, the woman was not one to just .. attack. She plotted, schemed, and killed. The girl slithered close but stayed a good five feet away and shrugged. Oh you whimp!


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He was a warrior through and through he was never one to deny the instincts that guided him. And those instincts right now were telling him that his best bet would be to stay on the rather secure snow, rather than try and traverse the strange formation. But he couldn't help but feel curious towards the thing, wanting to follow the strange woman back to where her den was, if she was willing to show him, and see just what this place was about. But he held himself back, ebony paws firmly planted in the chilling substance, icy gaze firm as he looked down at the smaller woman, not wanting to seem rude but at the same time wanting his wishes to be respected. After all, he had had the courtesy not to trespass on her alleged territory. But his resolve didn't last long. Oh you whimp! Brows pulled together in a furrow, limbs pulling the man in one quick motion onto the strange formation. The surface was odd, feeling strange against his paw pads, muscles bunching together in uneasiness as he stood beside the woman. I am no wimp. He rumbled, turning away from her as he slowly moved farther across the flat surface, talons clicking against the slick surface, gaze dancing across the unfamiliar formation, wondering if the woman would invite him in or simply allow him to explore on his own. Talk like this

She stared at the being with a horrid look within her cold eyes. An insane chuckle was let forth as he spoke. A smirk spread across her ebony lips. Her tongue slithered across her marred muzzle. Usually the woman would not invite someone to her home. But, she saw way to much entertainment within this man. Yes, she was attracted to him, lust basically poured from her non existant soul. Though, she would not sin with this man. She would play with this man. She would lure him into her cavern of doom. She would have to much fun for her own good.

She slithered next to him as he padded further onto the deck of the odd contraption. A giggle was let forth as they got closer and closer to her den. The entrance was merely a few steps away. They could see blood that littered across the strande surface on the ground. Bones would covered the ground of her den and bits of fur stuck to the dried crimson liquid. Canttina urged him on with little giggles and snickers. Good job scardey cat! You walked on the scary icey stuff without peeing yourself!
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