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Post by Alucard on Jul 23, 2006 17:04:20 GMT -5
If there's a heaven on earth...then you'd have to be staring at hell. The ebony brute staggered along, red eyes narrowed dangerously. So much hatred and loathing was written in that gaze, one would wonder if any emotion besides that had ever shone through the crimson orbs. But seeing as he was a demonic varg, happiness wasn't a word in his vocabulary and he'd rather die then express that emotion. The very essence of life wilted beneath his gaze, but for good reason. His glare could slaughter another. *read history for more details* Tragic yes, but when they narrowed, close your eyes. For once you're trapped in his gaze, you're never released. But he smoothed his angry features into an emotionless canvas and he strode along.
So unmatched was his darkness. He would never become an alpha for he cared not if the others lived or died. He was meerly a tool to be used, and if used correctly, victory was yours. Finding the key to his service was essential and to the Alpha that offered him betaship, power, blood and maybe a slave or wench, Satan was on their side.
Sighing, his deadened gaze sweeped around the clearing. He gagged at the sunshine and light streaming from the heavens. Retching, he almost lost his breakfast of blood, but he kept it down and retreated to the shadows. Laying in the darkness, he dropped his mighty head to his paws and closed the deadly orbs. Let sleeping dogs lie...
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 17:17:01 GMT -5
Her optics were lashed open as she stared at the brute. Her ivories bared as she krept backwards. Silence was held as she laid down on her barrel, watching the dragga lay down. Ebony bodice was hidden completely as her only scent was faint as she smelt of the forest she lived in. The shadows held the blackness she kept hidden in her heart. Her audits were flicked back into her crania as she laid there, hoping he wouldn't see her.
Her fangs dripped saliva coldly to the ground as she watched his eat his meal. Her golden optics shown through the trees, hardly able to sight them among the gold flowers she swiped at. Her muscles bunched, ready to attack if needed. Her tail brushed the soil, eroding some of it to another place as she backed up a little more. Her optics stayed glued to the dragga, her senses all taken to him.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 18:14:41 GMT -5
The newly furnished darkling approached, his pads making no sound what so ever among the tiwgs and grass. He smirked, his crimson stained ivories revealing some flesh caught in his jaws as he meandered closer and closer to the dragga. He quickly sighted his sibling and growled softly at her before continuing to approach. Audits were pricked, listening to the dragga snore. His optics glinted with Devil's hatred and evilness.
His maw was now opened as he released a loud, chill raising howl. His talons scraped into the mossy earth. He then barked, trying to arouse the dragga. His small, yet powerful bodice leaped forward into the clearing as he laughed wickedly as he stood above the dragga, muscles making himself look older and stronger than he was from traveling for his trainer, Brig. Arise, you mongrel. His cold vocals spoke to make the dragga feel chills running down and up his spinal cord.
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Post by Alucard on Jul 23, 2006 18:27:08 GMT -5
Satan's whispers made Alucard's ears twitch in slumber. He was an insomniac and never slept, but he made it quite believable. And he must obey his master's orders, only avaible to him when his mind was blank. He even slowed his heartrate and steadied his breathing. Picking up the vibrations through the ground, he knew one approached but didn't have the nerve to approach him. A femme, he declared from one lazy sniff. Licking his lips he twitched in his sleep like a worm trying to drawn in the bird circling.
But a brute also approached, an arrogant youngling who had the nerve to proclaim himself as dark. His aura was so untainted, it almost made Alucard laugh. And his chilling howl did nothing to raise fear in the demon's heart, infact it seemed to thaw him slightly. Sighing, he supressed a snarl but when the maggot's order reached him, his deadly orbs snapped open.
His snarl of fury seemed to shake the foundations of the earth with his anger. Rising to his staggering three-foot seven inch frame, he towered above the lowly brute. His tail thrashed angrily at the end of his seven foot long bodice. His ears laced back, pinned against his skull. His crimson eyes sought the other's gaze, for he wanted to torture the one who disturbed the dog of death with the pain of his sins. His lips peeled back, exposing his yellowing fangs, rancid breath condensing in the air that had rapidly cooled. Clouds covered the sun, darkening the earth almost to the effect of night. Smirking, Alucard thanked Satan for stepping in and assisting with the whole effect. His aura was so cold and hateful that the temperature had dropped a few degrees.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 23, 2006 18:38:29 GMT -5
[red]The youngling smirked, Why do you think you scare me? He half-heartedly laughed before staring coldly back at the dragga. His optics held no emotion as he looked into the other's gaze. His audits were pricked, listening fully to the forest and dragga for any words of discouragement and sarcastic smartness. He then said, Try and scare me, I have no fear of you. Off his fangs dropped saliva as thick and deadly as poision. His keen optics took in all the features of the scenery.[/red]
[beige]The drappa kept silent, watching the two share words. Her fangs still bared, their sharpness ready to strike anyone's flesh. Her muscles were bunched tightly, ready to pounce on any dragga that was to attack her. Her audits were plastered to her scarred skull. Her hackles rose, listening to the coldness of her little cousin's vocals. Her pelt was full of sweat as she had her nerves up, hoping they wouldn't hurt her in anyway. She closed her golden optics for a few seconds before opening them to still see the two ugly brutes still speaking to one another.[/beige]
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Post by Alucard on Jul 24, 2006 19:52:57 GMT -5
Alucard's tail thrashed angrily side-to-side. Like a mocking wave towards the vixen who shrouded herself in the shadows. His red orbs flashed in her direction but he couldn't make eyecontact as to bring her from her hidden place. But she was an ebony fae with golden optics who only had eyes for her kin, so it seemed. They shared the same stench. Disregarding this trivial piece of information, his optics widened as he threw himself towards the brute mentally.
Breaking through the fragile barrior of the mind of the other, Alucard began prodding viciously around the other's memories and thoughts. Glancing out through the nameless one's orbs, he saw himself with his murderous smirk plastered on his features and eyes opened unnaturally wide. Laughing to himself, he poked and prodded away until he found a particularly weakening and painful memory. His crule laughter echoed in the other's mind as he pulled up the thought from his memory and distorted the image.
His mother, howling and shreiking in pain as the walls of the den collasped around her aflame. The revolting stench of her burning flesh and blood-curdling screams as death took her. The fire licking the heavens as the forest around them caught fire. The pleas of help from his family as the fire engulfed them one by one. Fear took hold of the younger host as he was only a puppy at the time. Alucard smirked from within his mind and planted an image of himself within the memory too. Of him standing harmlessly as the flames tried to engulf him but he shrugged them away. The all faded to red and black as the pup was lost in Alucard's eyes. His voice echoed in the other's caverns of his mind as Alucard spoke telepathically to him. Sending you to your maker would be an act of mercy. You dare call yourself a dark? You're a freak who doesn't even know what the undead is. You're lookin' at him. I don't need to scare you...you're pissin' yourself from fright as we speak.
With a howl, Alucar'd body summond his mind back to him. Snapping awake back in his massive bod, he glared down at the wimpering dog who had collasped during the ordeal. Hopefully the brute would get the idea. Look at me and face your worst memories and possibably death. Let the sleeping demon lie.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 24, 2006 20:06:05 GMT -5
He growled weakly as his bodice sank to the ground. His barrel rubbed against the mossy floor before saying, Please don't. Please don't. His bodice shivered in full fear as he whimpered, hoping he would bring him at least the smallest bit of mercy. His hackles lowered, and his fanner tucked as he whined for mercy from the Dragga whom he would allow work of bodice to. Please, don't kill me. He knew the darkest of dark was correct. He rolled over onto his back, showing his barrel in utmost respect. His audits were flopped around as he whimpered nervously, hoping he wouldn't harm him.
Drappa gasped as she sighted the two. She emerged from the brush and looked at the large, over-sized, dragga. Spare my cousin. Take me in his place. She looked at his chestplate, not into his optics, as the clear mistake of her cousin had been. She looked to her cousin, who was mercilessly haunted by some force. She looked back at the dragga's chestplate, Please? Her vocals whined to him as she pleaded.
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Post by Alucard on Jul 24, 2006 20:59:57 GMT -5
His smirk painted his maw as he strode towards the quivering coward who trembled beneath him. So pitiful was this wanna-be darkling that Alucard almost relented his anger. Keyword, almost. But the whisperings of his master within his mind drove him onwards. The vixen's appearance and averted gaze did nothing to bend his will as his slow footsteps drew ever nearing the brute sprawled on his back. Like the omen of death drawing ever closer.
Placing a massive paw on the brute's throat, Alucard gradually began leaning his weight down upon the limb, gradually closing the airway. His smirk widened into a manical grin, his red eyes crimson pools devoid of all emotion. But his whisperings pleas reached him and he shifted his weight off the trachea of his victim. Snarling, he held his fangs inches away from the other's neck. His rancid breath escaped him in gasps and parted the fur as he panted. He could feel the blood flowing beneath the skin. Just one bite and it would be over. But again the plantif plea distracted him and with a snort of disgust, he turned away. Padding back to his original resting place, he dropped into his resting position, sprawled across the ground. He placed his head back upon his paws and kept his red orbs open this time. Hopefully the pup was smart enough not to challenge him. And Alucard hadn't spoken a word...
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Post by Ephah on Jul 24, 2006 21:06:58 GMT -5
The drappa went to the devilish dragga and spoke, Dragga, since thee spared my cousin's life, I said what I promised. I am yours. She looked to him optics before looking swiftly away. She laid down infront of him, her talons still sightable. Her audits were pricked as she stayed laid down, waiting for any words of the Dragga.
Young dragga whimpered before rolling over onto his belly, panting. His lungs screamed for breath as he sat there, getting oxygen shortly. He then bowed to the dragga, Thank you, dragga. For sparing my life. He then loping away stealthily.
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Post by Alucard on Jul 25, 2006 7:42:29 GMT -5
Alucard watched as the drappa laid down before him. Her glance at his red orbs made him snarl angrily, but she quickly glanced away. His tail thumped once in approval of her deverted gaze but his features were still carefully blank. His auds laced back at her words. He didn't know he had made a trade. He had relented because the maggot hadn't been worth the time and energy to kill. Not because he wanted this fae to follow him. He growled low, anger bubbling up from him like the snarl that started in his belly and forced it's way up. The last thing he needed was a tag-along. But then again, she was his to do what he wished to. Demonic thoughts flickered through his mind, tainted images courtsey of his master. But he dispersed them with another thought.
His gaze followed the brute as he said his thanks and turned tail to run. A lop-sided grin appeared on his maw and his taunts followed the male as he loped away. Light maggot! he laughed, and although it sounded evil, it was laced with insanity and he really didn't know what he was laughing about. It faded into the shadows along with the brute and Alucard turned to the vix.
What's the maggot's name, and your own? his red orbs trying to lock with her own golden ones. He honestly didn't care of their dubbances, he only wanted to be able to find them amongst the other wolven if they wronged him again.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 25, 2006 8:01:35 GMT -5
She kept her staring strongly towards her forepads as she spoke, His calling is Albern. Mine is Evrila. She then looked to his chestplate, avoiding his gaze. Her tail flicked around, wondering what he wanted with her cousin, the Maggot. She whimpered, laying her head on her fore blades. Her optics glanced around wearily.
Great! Now he's following me! His audits flicked to listen behind him as he picked up pace. His pads began to make a large blur as he moved forth, trying to get away from the Dragga. He turned around, seeing if he was following him to see him conversing with his cousin. He whimpered before running full speed away.
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Post by Alucard on Jul 25, 2006 8:12:32 GMT -5
Her introductions merely passified him for a moment, but her wimpering angered him terribably. Rising to his full three-foot seven ich frame, he lowered his head and snarled at her face. You call yourself a dark but you wimper like a pup when faced with the demon of the darkness? Afraid of the monster are you? Pathetic. You're worse then the maggot, he had the guts to stand up to me. His bravery was misplaced but he didn't cower without a fight. Snorting, he stepped over her, dragging his hind feet, hoping to smack her in the face just to rile her.
He was so disgusted. Harassed by lights in disguised on his first day wandering the terra. But the pounding of footsteps showed him just where the brute was running to. Sharp hearing caught his wimpers and he himself retched, coughing and hacking. So...light. Was he in a den? With all the wimpers and cowering, they were mere pups who didn't want any trouble. His vocals echoed through the woods ment for the brute. Thunderfeet, no reason to abuse the ground with all the slapping. It's done nothing to you.
His barking laughter sounded forth again and he glared over his shoulder at the form of the vixen. He was surprised she hadn't asked for his dubbance. If she had any sense at all she would have, to spread the word of the demon wandering. But she was in no position to ask anything of him.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 25, 2006 16:06:05 GMT -5
She looked at his large form, her bodice shivering in fear. Her optics, their sun-kissed shine glimmered as she stopped to stare at his heavy set shoulder, they were finely crafted. She wondered if he got the built shoulder blades from his sire or dam? She didn't care so much to ask as she stayed on her barrel, showing him her underboa in respect. Her tail wagged, begging him not to harm her for her idioticity. She smiled coldly, her ivories holding a small crimson in them.
Her cousin was covering ground as he sped away, his bodice only a blur to many. Twigs cracked and leaves rustled as he rambled through, getting as far away from the satanish dragga as he could. His optics scanned the area, not knowing exactly where he was, although it was very familular. He then found himself in a quiet thicket as he looked around, weary of everything since the evil dragga had come upon him and showed him all the crooked things he had done.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 26, 2006 9:37:17 GMT -5
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.'
Ebon drappa smirked as the cowardly brute took off. Midnight orbits sought the source of such great fear. Orbs landed upon that of an ebon dragga, and drappa. If showing boa was a sign of respect, drappa had no boa, for no respect lingered upon the shadow of heart. A chuckle proceded round vocals, looking to dragga. Soft pads crinkled the leaves, turning each black as she stalked the ground. If one dared follow her path, would be end for them. A sudden stop, audtis pricked. Crimson stained ivories glared upon the midmorning sun. Teeth sunk into the bodice of a large fat shrew. The head upon the carcass rolled upon the newly stained ground, drappa swallowing shrew whole. Pads stepped upon the decapitated head, blood oozing around paws and she stalked. She sat, edge of woods, still watching the midnight pair.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 9:49:55 GMT -5
The drappa, who was not afraid of other drappas, her maw set into a snarl. Her ivories glinted off the moonlight. The atmosphere quieted except for their breath being spilled into the world's airs. Her audits before pinned back as she neared the unworthy drappa of a fight. Her fan flicked, her talons sinking into the ground. Her optics glared in anger as she spoke deathly to the drappa, Get away from this place. Before I am to murder a vixen, as you. She barked wickedly before continuing to near her. Her breath was frighteningly cold. Her maw was covered in her foam as she towered over the fae.
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