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Post by misfit on Dec 18, 2005 13:39:09 GMT -6
A small rabbit was sitting in the meadow. Mindlessly grooming his face and neck with little paws. His bat-like ears twitching with every sound the wind brought to him. No danger was here though, all was calm. Usually the rabbit was living in constant fear of being killed by something.
Two eyes, round as the full moon, watched the little animal. Their soon to be dinner. The silver eyes with their gray-black pupils blinked. Wait a little more... A soft voice said, thinking aloud to themself. A low growl emitted from the figure's throat.
The rabbit's head flew up, eyes wide, looking around. He had heard the savage growl. But where it was from, he did not know. The poor creature was frozen with fear. And when he saw his attacker he could do nothing but wait for his sudden death.
The wolf-demon leaped from the trees, her silver eyes glowing with light. Her jaws were open, saliva dripping from them, large canine teeth meeting the flesh of the rabbit with a bone crunching snap. The rabbit's cry of pain echoed through the woods as the wolf tore into it's meal. A satisfied smile upon her maw...
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Post by Warlock on Dec 18, 2005 13:52:08 GMT -6
The scent of blood reached this one's nostrils, and a low growl was emitted from his throat as slender, weasel-like body uncoiled. It was a strange being that had made this sound. Though he was most certainly a wolf, there was a strange aura about him, almost akin to a demon's. Pelt was of a snowy white, with black markings.
Black muzzle wrinkled as he scented the air, yellow eyes narrowing somewhat. Fangs were ever so slightly revealed in what was not quite a snarl. Black membraned bats' wings stretched with a leathery creaking sound, and flapped once or twice before the creature took flight, soaring into the darkened sky.
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Post by misfit on Dec 18, 2005 14:00:52 GMT -6
A growl? She wasn't sure of what she heard. But over the sounds of her gorging herself on the rabbit she heard other noises. And the feeling of being watched snuck upon her. And that she wasn't alone.
Turning, black muzzle stained with blood, her lips raised up in a snarl. "Who's there?" She growled. Voice echoing through the trees...
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Post by Warlock on Dec 18, 2005 15:32:21 GMT -6
"Only this one," came the answer, spoken in smooth, silky tones. From the shadows, this creature emerged, paws thudding softly into the cool earth. No expression was visible upon his finely boned face, though perhaps one could detect an air of slight arrogance. Two-toned tail swished slowly back and forth, as though to indicate boredom. Wings folded then to sleekly furred sides, for it would seem that he had just recently returned to earth.[/color]
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Post by misfit on Dec 18, 2005 16:45:11 GMT -6
She watched with amazement as a creaure came out of the trees. By its voice she could tell it was a male. But in all her life, she had never seen such a creature. She stood there, staring with wonder. What kind of animal is he? She thought, shaking her head, noticing she was staring.
"Who are you?" She asked. What a stupid question.. She thought. I could have asked anything, and all I ask is 'who are you'
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Post by Warlock on Dec 18, 2005 17:30:32 GMT -6
"I am known as Moryth," he replied. "And what of you? I should indeed like to know your name." His voice, one might think, could convince anyone of anything. It was lightly persuasive, calm, with perhaps the slightest hint of curiousity.
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Post by misfit on Dec 18, 2005 21:59:03 GMT -6
"Moryth..." She said, testing the name out on her tounge. "A lovely name." She stood there, her silver eyes watching him. She stood on all fours, she was capable of just standing on two but she felt mroe comfortable this way. Her size made her feel almost bulky towards this creature, he seemed to be of lesser size than she. At his question about her name, her ears perked up. Three silver piercings in her right ear caught the light as she did so, making little spots on the grass. "I am called Tsinga."
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Post by Warlock on Dec 19, 2005 12:09:04 GMT -6
"Tsinga," he repeated. "It reminds one of the sound of bells." He smiled ever so slightly, a mere curving of one corner of his mouth.
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Post by misfit on Dec 20, 2005 15:13:05 GMT -6
"Really?" She said with a bit of a smile, "You think? Beings it's a name for a singer." She sighed as she thought of the days when she lived with her small pack. Where she was the singer and teller of tales, now she was just a rouge and had no home. Her singing days in the distant past.
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Post by eurydice on Dec 20, 2005 15:31:56 GMT -6
Another wolf watched the two getting ready to take Tsinga's rabbit with her vine she'd erected "Almost there." she whispered to herself she slowly wrapped the vine around the rabbit dragging it slowly.....
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Post by misfit on Dec 20, 2005 15:54:13 GMT -6
Tsinga was so caught up in old memories she barley noticed her dinner was being taken away...somehow it was moving. Her silver eyes widened. Teeth bared as she leaped on the rabbit. "Who the hell dares take my food." She cried. Eyeing the vine wrapped around her prize. "Come on! Show yourself! I want to see who wishes to mess with those who have demon blood flowing through their veins!"
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Post by Warlock on Dec 20, 2005 15:55:16 GMT -6
"Ahh," he purred. "And... would that be your title? A singer?" Eyes gleamed as he asked this. Despite himself, he was indeed truly curious about this female. He spun around, growling, as the other, the newcomer, began to drag the rabbit away.
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Post by eurydice on Dec 20, 2005 16:00:06 GMT -6
Eurydice growled and instead of coming out decided to attack the demon with her vine she had used to drag the rabbit and continue to drag the rabbit with another vine.
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Post by misfit on Dec 20, 2005 16:00:36 GMT -6
ooc- i don't know why but my last post really made me laugh...i guess it's just tsinga's reaction to the rabbit >.<
"Yes," Tsinga growled, as she stood with a giant paw over her rabbit. "A singer is what I am, and what i will always be..." She trailed off, her thoughts focused more on what was in the woods.
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Post by eurydice on Dec 20, 2005 16:06:47 GMT -6
Eurydice got two vines to pick her up and put her in a tree still staring at the two questionable about who they were.
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