Where in hell are we?

[meowinthedark]

Raika padded along slowly, her eyes to the ground. Haunt was a few paces in front of her, head held high and tail wagging happily.

Raika was tired from traveling, but she thanked the stars that nightfall had finally come. She was used to snow, and traveling through this desert was near unbearable for her.

The cool night air enveloped the pair, easing their tired muscles slightly as they trekked onward.

"Haunt?" she whispered, her voice dry and cracking, "Haunt? Can we stop soon? I'm so tired."

Haunt turned around and smiled big, "Of course we can. As a matter of fact, we're stopping here."

"Really?" Her expression lightened, relieved for the break.

She immediately fell to the ground, her body tired and worn from the seemingly endless travels. She looked up at Haunt, who was standing above her, his relentless smile beaming down upon her.

"What do you think you're looking at?" She glared at him.

Haunt tilted his head, grinning, "You. You're beautiful..."

Raika's eyes narrowed, "If you want to keep that pretty smile of yours, I'd take that comment back..."

Haunt shrugged, "As you wish, beautiful!"

He bounded ahead, Raika yelling after him, "I told you to take it back! I'm going kill you!!"

[dominatrix]

Ooc: Best post I've done in a while...

IC: The heavens perpetually expanded, obscurity consumed the earth. It was murky. Her beloved life, as some prefer to call it. It was comfortable homecoming, the best place to find gory environment. The lands cracked with every tap of the claws; the dry hellish lands were astonishing for somebody such as Domina. It much compared to her homelands -- Hell if you will?

Trix had an unusual spring in her step, obviously proud of herself for some reason or another. The weight of this beast seemed to be most like 200 pounds; muscle did weigh more than fat… Her bat wings contracted, inwards and resting upon her back. Narrow chest and powerful back and legs contribute to this bitch’s proficiency for efficient locomotion. Her front paws were larger than the hind, and featured the fifth digit, a dewclaw, that was absent on the hind. She was a beauty.

Hollering filled her ears and the sound of a ‘click’ could be set as a beat. At last, a mumbled voice collects within her alert ears. Ah, so another exists here after all. But it appears to be far from where she ventured… Trix glared around herself before spotting what appeared to be movement…

”Hello Handsome.”

Trix mumbled. The hollering of the other bitch had to block out such words.

In regards to the manner in which one addresses another, including the use of pained and threatening language, there are a number of basic principles that come into play in order to secure a mental advantage, control the exchange, and win out over an opponent. For example, if the other person takes an aggressive manner, the customary counter tactic is to respond in a manner even more aggressive. However, if one’s voice is unsuited to this approach, it may be easier to take on an exaggeratedly cool tone and goad an opponent’s deliberate belligerence into an emotional outburst.

When an opponent blows up. He loses his advantage, and, if he becomes violent, he has effectively guaranteed his own defeat. The most important thing to ensuring victory is the realistic understanding that is not the content of the argument itself that matters, but the effectiveness of one’s approach toward the other. The idea that there is a generally greater or lesser side to any matter, or that people can come to a thoughtful conversation. Of course, this is only effective in verbal exchanges.

Though Domina had no control when it came to physical fights. She’d explode and turn into a blood-lusting beast; killing anything she could sink her teeth in.

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[meowinthedark]

((Wow. You're an amazing writer! I'm still trying to get back in the swing of things, I haven't had a computer for ages....and my book is at a standstill, and has been for about 2 months now. *needs inspiration*))

Haunt smiled, knowing that Raika was too tired to rise and chase after, "Well, looks like another one of your idle threats, if you ask me. You should quit down," he suggested, "You don't want to wake anything that might eat you," he teased.

Raika simmered down, but glared defiantly at her friend, "There's nothing here anyways. By the way, where in hell are we?"

Haunt shook his head sadly, disappointed that she was so unobservant. He dared a quick glance at the wolf who had caught his eye but moments before. He dipped his head respectfully, to show he was in no mood for a confrontation.

"I believe that we are in the Hiagaru Wastelands," he answered without even giving her the slightest glance.

[Mama Z]

The earth beneath them was as dry as old bone. Easily it cracked on its own from the mere pressure of air upon it and flaked away like parchment floating away from the grasp of a lovers hand. The moon was overhead, it was doing its best to cool the raging heated world, but it didn't matter. Heat was still evident all around them. And to think, this land held so much promise in the beginning, but some how managed to get on the wrong side of the mountains. Few creatures would ever roam here, and those who did often became like the ground around them: dead without a drop of moisture to spare.

This was all how he liked it. Claws dug into the dirt with ease. Underneath the endless layers of sand and compacted mud, they rested there. The bones of the dead screaming out to be released. To once again roam the world along with the living, even if they had to follow his orders to get what they wanted. It was a beautiful chorus of energy and an addicting one at that. Now, though, was no time to dwell on their hunger but his own.

Limply he began to once again walk from the spot, leaving only 8 holes in the ground. His mouth hung up, breath coming in short pants to keep his overly thin body from over heating. His fur was thin, it actually appeared there was no fur only skin. Over the areas that rested bone, was the color of a yellowed white, the other areas where muscle and tissue would lay was only black, giving him the the appearence of a skeleton costume. His eyes were sunk in, appearing as if they were merely black holes in a skull. Ears had long since disappeared, now only stubs rested there, completing his outfit.

Blackened tongue lolled out gently, it too was dry and it appeared as if it hadn't tasted a drop of fresh water in years. He was on the brink of dying, having spent too long in this unbarable heat, too long away from contact from any wolf where he was starting to lose his mind. Zerxes came to a slow hault and eyes squittened. In the distance he could make out the distinct shape of two indiviuals. A mirage? He hoped not, almost tripping over his paws, Zerxes made his way over to them, wanting contact.

[dominatrix]

Ooc: Sorry for the late reply Kitten, Zuce. (Is it okay if I cally you that? I love that name :3)

IC: Domina’s eyes glared into the gloomy monarchy. She eavesdropped into their words; it didn’t astonish Trix. The majority of these hell bound terrains were unidentified; nonentity provoked the Wastelands. She stood with a degree of repose and casualness laced into her body language, her ears alert and determining his nature.

Sincerely, she hadn’t been anticipating him to converse –– Just to gaze at her with various nature of trepidation assorted through distemper and then shoo her from where she prevailed. Trixxy set about and padded onward towards the pair. Her eyes took on their physical features and mentally stored their scents into pockets of her mind. Her tongue lolled out for moments, she stood with airiness.

Domina demonstrated no language of aggressiveness; but her attendance controlled the occurrence of sin. She calculated everything within a mile, every presence in the air. There was an additional essence nomadic shut to their region. It roamed closer than and individual would think. Wounded, the scent of blood consumed the air, this was a rather spine tingling quintessence.

For an instant, Trix was satisfied to permit the two articulate themselves which she considered they was most pleased in the first place, she was aware that it may amuse her to stick around a bit longer. Domina dipped her head slightly and closed in on the two.

”Unquestionably precise. Greetings from Hell.”

Trix chuckled distressingly.

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[thedarkwolfofdeath]

The Dark Wolf of Death padded slowly forward, her small ebony bodice hugging the ground. She risked a quick glance through the tall grass that she was walking in to check on the buck she was stalking. It had moved closer towards her, just as she had thought. She had smelt the buck walking forward, the smell of its fear standing out above all other scents. It thought that it was being followed, it just couldn’t find any proof that it was. It was a couple of feet away, and she prepared herself to launch forward, but stopped herself. She wasn’t in a pack anymore. She didn’t need that much food, especially since she wasn’t very hungry, and she didn’t feel like defending the buck if other wolves just happened by. She stood up, and the buck bolted, chasing off the does that it watched. She sighed and walked off… She might catch a fawn later. She slumped along, depressed. She hadn’t found any sign of life, other than birds, deer, and other animals that she preyed on. She sniffed the air hopefully, not wanting to give in, then suddenly stiffened. She smelt animals nearby, and predators, too! She quickly raced across the land, before coming to a stop a short ways away from the animals, making sure that she was upwind, so they could smell her, but still in a position to move away quickly if need be. Excitement bubbling up in her chest, she looked on.

[dudo]

I walk in...." Hmmm some smells werid in the air?" I look up ahead an see nothing then i say " What the hell ?" I walk forward an smell the air looking behind me at all times .

[Mama Z]

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