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May the fire burn your unforgiving soul
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Post by unforgiven on Feb 25, 2013 21:34:07 GMT -5
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The stars glittered in the dark sky, which was actually a comical joke since I was in Hell’s boundaries. There shouldn’t be any stars glistening in the night, there should be only darkness and rivers of blood. Looking around, Hell was never as I thought it was going to be, it was just like any other terrain, there were good and bad places, but none that was really horrible. Never too cold, never too hot, made me wonder why others described it so bad. Though the real question was who was the devil, but then again that wasn’t the right questions. The right question would be, what is he?, what is he capable of?, who is his allies and enemies?, and how did he hold such a reputation?. Now those questions would get you somewhere. Now that is if you really want to be there.
Darkness never phased me, it is and always has been my favorite. The light of the moon illuminated shadows from the stones that grew and morphed in the eyes of those who fear what plays in the dark, and I feed off that fear. The smell of fresh warm blood that had recently been spilled tickled my nostrils. Ears cocked forward as a sly smirk played across my lips as I rose from the earth and started to stalk towards the scent, shadows clinging to me as I made my way.
A badger was in my sight. The pathetic thing was caught in barbed wire. A sinister chuckle vibrated my throat as I crept towards it, “How cruel this world is.” my lyrics sent shivers down its spine as it heard its last words, but the crunch of its windpipe was echoed throughout the night within seconds from my words. With the death of the badger, I dragged it’s limp body back to the den. Vyxion should be there very soon.
Laying the badger a couple feet from my cave I slinked back into the shadows, laying down between four large Stalagmites covered by medium and smaller sized ones, hiding the entree way of my cave. Eyes steady on the kill, and the shadows around it. I could feel his presence, and I knew he probably knew something was here as well, but my scent was downwind. When his white coat was visible, and he stopped, a slow smirk touched my lips. “Greetings, Brute.” My lyrics cold and yet welcoming as it rolled off my tongue and seemed to echo around him.
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Post by s a g e « on Mar 6, 2013 17:18:26 GMT -5
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Vyxion felt his body shivering with a strange anticipation, somehow... Almost excited to meet the female again. They had little to none in common, however brought out the better in eachother, and that made him anxious. She was also blessed by him, and she had better consider hertself lucky he made even a sliver of effort to find her. She wasn't hard to follow; He knew when she was was here in hell. He felt like he knew when anyone crossed the portal, for it wasn't uncommon for him to be the one to greet them. Sometimes he ignored them, other times he'd kill them. It all depended; Vyxion remembered a deer falling through.
Yummy.
The stalegmite maze was a common plaec for him to find her; She called it her own, on some occasions. Vyxion didn't take that from her. This evening, he could smell the strong scent of blood, and knew she was feeding this night. The smell was rotten, like everything in hell. Except, of course, the more powerful beings. Like himself. Like her. Like Dragunov. They, well, they radiated the strength that defined them.
Vyxion stood at the edge of the cave that she was in. He heard her voice, and it danced aruond him, and a small smirk consumed his lips. Has the little angel we known blessed the hellions once more with her precence? Vyxion purred, his ears tall and proud on his head.
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OOC baby, baby baby OHHH /shoots face/
MUSE hmmm o;
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unforgiven
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Post by unforgiven on Mar 20, 2013 18:27:43 GMT -5
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I didn’t have to consider myself lucky to have the brute meet me. If he didn’t want to, I wasn’t going to follow him and ask. If anything I would have just gone with my day as if nothing happened, or I would find myself upon another canine. Some lupins are interesting whereas others bore me to the point I take mental notes of breaking their windpipe. Sometimes I do just that, but my better judgement has gotten the best of me since I lost the demon in my head. The brute’s scent was getting stronger, informing me he was getting closer.
The brue was there then, his scent was as if he was behind a stalagmite. I could feel his presence, the back of my neck tingled with anticipation. Our first encounter interested me and made my quite curious about this brute, and for some reason it made me want to run into him again, though who really knew if it was for better or for worse.
His lyrics filled my ears which made me chuckle, ”Well, that depends on who you are asking.” My own words rolled off my tongue. Curiosity revealed itself in the pools of my irises. My body relaxed as I stepped out of the shadows and into the brute’s view, stepping in front of him.
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Post by s a g e « on Apr 29, 2013 12:02:33 GMT -5
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Vyxion liked games, very much. And he was very good at them- Or he liked to tell himself so. He knew her scent; And though he couldn't see all of her, nor could she see all of him, he knew her. There was no denying in that. Well, let me clarify a little- I'm talking about the angel from hell, with her bright, deadly green eyes. And her voice, why... Your voice makes my fur stand straight up, Alue. Vyxion cooed, taking a step forward with his large paw, the chain on his ankle making small clanking noises.
Vyxion remembered their first meeting, if only vaguely. He had attempted to recruit the female, for Dragunov's cause. But more than that, she fascinated him. He wanted to know her, inside and out, and memorize her. Not in a completely physical way- She really was something intriguing.
Alue, my dear- Why have you come back? Do you have an answer for my previous inquiries? Vyxion hummed, raising his brows, more so to himself than anything. He smiled to himself, too, for he was confident in her, and something in him knew she was at least considering joining Dragunov- joining him.
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OOC sorry it took so longgg!
MUSE finalllyyyy gettin' somewhere (:
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