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Post by silver on Jul 2, 2007 17:12:57 GMT -6
Death...
Blood red orbs shot an evil glance at the gray sky. The femme's obsidian pelt was black like night. No. Blacker. Her shoulder was painted with the japanese character for darkness in dark maroon red. Her chest was painted with the japanese character for demon in white. Her left cheek was matted with the blood of her last kill. She smirked at nothing at all and raised her dial to the heavens. Her call was wild, like the cry of a dying beast. Like the yell of a screaming human - only more frightening. It was meant to send tingles up one's back. Folded neatly at her side was a pair of angelic wings that were black as her pelt. Her name? Let's see if you could get the courage to ask her first.
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Post by Wyndbain on Jul 2, 2007 17:57:52 GMT -6
All the hairs and feathers along his spine were erected the very instant that chilling howl hit the air. His head popped up, eyes open, ears alert and fully awakened from what he had thought was a peaceful rest. The howl was still going and even groggy with sleep he instinctively took note of its direction. Somewhere...due south of where he lay. His head was turned, looking off in that direction. Had something died? Wolves often made kills but...nothing he knew made that sort of scream. Certainly wasn't a fawn.
It had eventually faded, as all callings do. Nerves were calmed as his fur was groomed back into place. It sometimes took so little to throw his feathers into disarray. Head was lifted skyward as he crouched and pushed off the ground with paws and talons, spreading steelblue wings and catching the heat that was produced by thermals as the sun hit the earth's surface. Leaves were blown aside as the patterned wings swung down, were pulled up again and lifted high into the air as they caught the wind. He didn't have to fly high, for the howl had been close enough to pierce even his deep sleep. The source wouldn't be too hard to find.
His eyes eventually picked out a wolfen form amongst the trees. He was lucky that the foliage had not been too thick in these parts, otherwise, he probably would have missed her. He slowed his flight and turned a wing, drawing slow, lazy circles in the air not far above the ground.
"Greetings below!" He called out, still pulling circles above her head. He had always been a cautious, flighty creature. Plus, claiming home on these lands had led him to meet many a strange creature before. Many wolf-like in appearance, and yet not a wolf. Wolves could usually pick up the difference of scents, although his nose wasn't so good compared to most.
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Post by silver on Jul 4, 2007 15:06:21 GMT -6
Blood orbs glanced only once at the brute. Her mug spread in a devilish smile. "Greetings to you too...", her voice dripped with posioned honey. It oviously meant no good. She curled her lips back in an evil smile, showing her yellowed ivories stained with blood. Her talons scraped the earth ever so slightly as she trotted closer towards him, letting his scent fill her nostrils. Though they seemed innocent, those talons had sunk into the flesh of pretator and prey many times. And many times, they had killed. She noted his nervousness. "Calling?", she asked, her voice sounding more viciously. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Wyndbain on Jul 7, 2007 12:33:42 GMT -6
The lazy circles he had been tracing in the air were interrupted when he suddenly veered off to the side, delicately catching a tree branch in his talons. The large claws curled around the bark, lightly gripping it, rather than piercing the wooden flesh. His hind legs followed, paws simply resting on the bark while his eyes were turned down to the creature below.
"Youshun..." Curiosity and caution wavered along the edged of his voice, stern eyes displaying nothing of the same emotions with his fierce stare.
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