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Post by vixen on May 5, 2012 20:58:57 GMT -5
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Some people, just want to watch the world burn !
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[/SIZE] Again, again, curiosity swooned over her, drawn into the delicate web of adventure. Again, she flirted with thoughts of danger, and wanderlust. And so, she moved with natural elegance, an elegance only on the outside- and most definitely not inside. Inside, the lady was tainted with thoughts; thoughts of hate, and lust. Immune to the emotion that often plagued others; all she could do was hate. She moved cryptically, an entity in the darkness. Her eyes do not glint, but her teeth; thick with saliva in the moonlight curl back, into the image of a grin. It is funny to her, that she would find herself dancing about the glittery waters. Glaring at the marred image of herself in the liquid. She is not considered beautiful- which is fine. Vixen could not imagine being portrayed as something regal, and delicate. Something scary, and morbid however- she enjoyed. She liked the nightmarish phantom she was, in fact. While others devoured there own kind, she was like a banshee- spreading her virus and disease to all. A sickness, a plague that would consume. Her hate and loathe, threatening to devour the world. The power hungry girl twisted her back, arching it as she stretched out lazily; no fear that anyone might find her. A egotistical lady she was. With idle time on her hands, she would simply sit in what she hoped- would be peace. Notes- Feel free to drop in. (: Muse- Great. <3 [/size] [/color] [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Nahani on May 8, 2012 11:54:08 GMT -5
It wasn't like him to leave his pack lands. He had everything he needed there, after all, but today, he felt like changing his usual routine. He had come across this place at the hottest point in the day and found that the cool spray of the waterfalls was enough to keep him here for hours. He sat beside one of the waterfalls, his orange and black fur glistening with thousands of tiny water drops that had clung to the very end of his fur. His eyes were closed and the smirk on his face confirmed that he was content. It didn't matter that his pack was only formed by himself and Kage and it didn't matter that the other packs were filling up. He was content in the knowledge the demons who controlled him had a grasp on his threads of fate and anyone brave enough to approach him would find themselves wishing they had gone the other direction.
It wasn't until a mild splashing was heard that he thrust his eyes open, black eyes quickly changing to his normal fiery orange as they focused on a red and black female who had ventured not far below him without even realizing he was there. He grinned down at her and shook his pelt clear of he tiny water drops and dropped down before her. "Well, well. What have we here?" he asked her, one slender brow raising as he circled her once before coming to stand before her. "Such troubled lands to be walking alone around here, sweetheart." he told her, his ever appearing smirk growing in size as he spoke. "You could get hurt."
OOC: Ugg, intro posts suck XD
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Post by vixen on May 8, 2012 17:53:54 GMT -5
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Some people, just want to watch the world burn !
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[/SIZE] It is something about the man that appears that Vixen does not like. Something was wrong with him, and the girl could sense it. The presence of the knight sent a sneer of reproach onto her mug, and she pivoted easily to fully face him. The nuisance had sprayed wetness, and leapt down. He spoke then, and she paid little attention to his banter. Instead she eyed him coldly, watching as he circled and sat. Her body showed no signs of tension, although adrenaline coursed through Vixens veins. Conquest had been whispering in her ear lately, telling her to consume, to survive. Power, eating it all; devouring it with a bottomless energy. He didn't seem to be anything to fear, and thus Vixen took her normal approach. Trouble is exactly what I seek. She replied, making no effort to hide the chill in her notes. A fool like yourself, however- better watch who your dealing with. She hissed, arrogance soaking in her words. The man before her was huge, in comparison to Vixen's thin and lanky form. She studied his coat, which did not scream danger in which her outlandish appearance might. He gave her no reason to trust him, and she hadn't a single clue who the male was. So, perhaps then- that the male was an idiot? Her ego seemed to be sated with this answer- yes, the man that stood before her must be, to approach Vixen with such an unwelcoming introduction. But perhaps, the odd sense she felt about him had something to do with it? Her eyes narrowed in silence, curiosity out winning all other sense. And why have you decided to bother me? She added, also taking a casual sit. tagged-Nahani Muse- Guuuddd (: [/size] [/color] [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Nahani on May 11, 2012 18:48:54 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 550px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/23ie0lu.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; border: 0px dashed transparent, bTable][atrb=style, width: 550px; height: 400px;] "Oh I am no fool, love." he told her, his eyes darkening and his voice dropping to a much more dangerous level. "I am the trouble you have been seeking. And I believe it was you who bothered me" he told her with a light chuckle. The water ran smoothly around his legs. The rippling reflection of his frame was of an entirely black wolf with pupil-less black eyes. This was the demon that had taken a hold of Nahani's soul. This was the demon that Nahani was turning into. When he had been born, only his paws had been black, a courtesy of his father and the rest of him had been orange, courtesy of his mother. As anger and hatred came to be a regular part of his young life, he was infected by a demon who proceeded to whisper dark things into his ear, causing him to become the wolf he is today. Slowly but surely, as his mind is taken by the demon, his soul and body slowly becomes the demon, succumbing to the infection that the demon was. But the Nahani who would have noticed such things was long gone, a ghost of a wolf who lived inside a hollow shell.
"My name is Nahani and I'm the Alpha of Ilahlari. Perhaps you haven't heard of me? Hard to believe." he sat down with a sniff, feinting hurt not caring that the water rushed past his stomach now. "I thought I was a lot more infamous than that... You see, everyone around here thinks I'm a murderer. But it's my birthright see. These are all my lands and they think I don't deserve them." he glanced to look at with a slight smirk trying to judge her response. If she turned out to be one of those rebels, he'd rip her open from tail to nose, letting her guts run down stream. But if she agreed with him or even thought his ideas were something she could jump into line with, he'd take her back to Ilahlari.
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Status; Complete Muse; Great Words; Psh Tagged; Vixen Notes; I like her already!
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Post by vixen on May 11, 2012 19:38:19 GMT -5
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[/SIZE] It is useless to fight the man on his words, she knows. He is as bull-headed as she, and it is a useless war. Vixen's lips however, have a different idea and they wish to ooze venom into his orange ears. However his next words allow for a distraction, a snide grin forming on her lips, he is saddened?. Hurt at the reputation she has failed to acknowledge, and Vixen knows not what he wishes her to say. It is stupid for him, to give such information away, she knows. She refuses to return his title with her own, as this man has not earned such information. Vixen is not fearful of him, and his quest for control only sends her whirling with excitement, threatening to spill out from her being. He is to be watched, carefully; she decides, Vixen cannot deal with deceit. Narrowing her blooded eyes, she speaks. Well, murderous Nahani. [/color] Her voices trails, a cold gloss that she cannot control slips into each word. You seem to know how to peak my attention. She hisses, and with a reluctant, moment in which Vixen ponders leaving her own name out, she decides to add it, in which not to anger him. I am Vixen, at your service. She wishes not to be formal, and it is a simple statement, that sends a hint of repulsion surging through the horned lady's body. She feels much like an underling, a disgusting idea that continues to filter through her mind. But to assist in his conquest she will stop at nothing to do, it is his darkness that leaves her willing to trust him. tagged-Nahani Muse-little lion man- mumford and sons notes- <3 [/size] [/blockquote][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Nahani on May 11, 2012 20:46:45 GMT -5
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Post by vixen on May 11, 2012 23:21:36 GMT -5
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REALLYFUCKEDITUPTHISTIME ! Didn't I, my darling?
It is his voice now, coaxing and feeding the hate within her, and he circles like a deadly predator. She does not react at first, letting Nahani's voice echo in her skull. The brief collision of fur alarms Vixen, and she moves away, sneering at the accident. The thought of any sort of emotional attachment to a wolf is enough to send Vixen seething. She is not a succubus, and the thought makes her cringe.
But he is playing with a unfamiliar side of Vixen, for she has never met another wolf who has shared such hatred and powerlust. His voice drips like honey in her ears, and she appears quite mechanical and stoic as she processes his words. Vixen has never been caught off guard, and the danger within his voice makes her tremble. It is not him, or his voice, but the words. The thoughts that blossom in her mind, they take her away from reality- they take her to a different world.
She looks away, unfocused. She wants to reply, but how can she add anything to the perfection he has already poured? She stands, her paws doing the thinking as she moves farther from the water. It is only her legs that have been wet, and it does not bother her. Do you have a plan? She calls, distancing herself from him. Her words are not like his, for Vixen does not have the ability to lace her words and voice her thoughts. I know nothing of these lands, or these wolves. She says, which is the truth. The dame had simply wandered here on a whim, allowing her body to take her where it pleased. And although these words you say are able to keep me around. She pauses, taking a breathe and staring at him darkly. But how do I know, I can trust you? You are dangerous. She clenches her jaw then, studying him. Vixen is never quick to submit, or follow someone without the most important of reasons. He is trouble, she knows, but is he trouble for her? Or is he dangerous only to those who do not follow his ideals? But it is curiosity that always seems to get the best of her, as it always does, and it is what makes her wish to stick around.
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Post by Nahani on May 12, 2012 11:01:02 GMT -5
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He wanted to get home to Kage. As much as that female bothered him that she wouldn't let him closer, he didn't trust her. She still seemed uncertain if she wanted to stick by his side or not. His constant flirting and charms were starting to get old and he was becoming irritable. If the damn demon inside him didn't lust after her like a hormone pumped deer to a doe in heat, he would have shrugged her off and moved off to someone else. It was what had happened with Chara. He had fallen for her and when the demon had interfered, he had left her and, unfortunately, with his demon spawn in her belly. That was a mistake. He would never allow that to happen again. Only those worthy could produce his lineage and even they were rare. He glanced back at the female as he began to move off towards Ilahlari. At least he would have his options if Kage turned her back on him. The thought formed a smirk on his lips.
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Status; Complete Muse; Getting better! Words; Psh Tagged; Vixen Notes; XD
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