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Being around water was vaguely uncomfortable for the heavy-bodied silvery wolf. He had always drawn away from water when most would flock to it, only reluctantly heading to pools, lakes or ponds when thirsty enough to drink his fill and hightail on out. Coastlines themselves were even less of an interest to him, considering the fact that a) they were not of a useful, otherwise palatable nature and b) they were basically the roaring, ever-advancing, ever-receding borders of a huge expanse of, well, what else but water. Also containing hordes and huge amassments of strange, silvery, slippery, flappy creatures that he had never cultivated the taste for. All in all Bain would rank coastlines and lakesides at the bottom of his list, if he had a list.
Why the disinterest with this crystal clear liquid, this sweet elixir that sustains all life? As a fire-inclined wolf, Bain had always felt a faint animosity toward the idea of even being near water. Though he knew how to swim, it was always a skill deployed with great disgust at having to get wet if for some reason he was forced to get into a body of water and doggy paddle to the other side. The cold enveloping him, not to mention the wetness permeating his thick undercoat, just reminded him time and again just why he never chose to go near water in the first place. Fire and water just did not mix, and this was why the grey wolf would not ever willingly choose to jump into a lake or pond, even on a hot day.
Yet for some reason today Bain found himself wandering the coast of Arkane, pebbles and stones warm from the sun shifting beneath his feet and scattering with every step. He was tactfully staying a distance in from the licking waves so as not to step on any wet patches of rock, though they did glisten invitingly in the light. It was a clear day, a little warm, but Bain was rather partial to the slightly elevated temperature all the same.
He was out at the coastline today for no pressing reason, which was strange for the large wolf as Bain would usually frown (mentally, of course) upon gallivanting about for pleasure, not to mention at the damn coastline. Somehow the wolf had settled for exploring, as un-Bain-like an activity as that might be, and his paws had led him here. It was strangely pleasant out today though, despite the abundance of offensive liquidy water all around him, and Bain was starting to enjoy himself. Almost.
The male lumbered along steadily, tiny limp in his shoulder giving his gait a characteristic one-and-two-three step, and sooner or later his path led him to a slanting rock that was taller and larger than most of the rest. In fact upon inspection, it was clearly higher than a wolf's head, and easily as broad as the shoulders of three. Bain heaved himself up onto the rock (in retrospect probably a shaft of deep stone jutting right out from the shore) and took a look around, head raised up high. He swiveled both ears forward in a rare moment of curiosity, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side as the male regarded the inland territory with interest.
The warm breeze that emanated from the sun's rays and the wind itself mixed together perfectly. Rhiannon was not quite sure what had brought her here, but it seemed like something deep inside her intuition had wanted her to approach this coastline. Everything about it seemed like a piece of heaven on earth; as if Van Goh himself has painted the picturesque view before her. The ocean was translucent and you could clearly see reflections of oceanic wildlife buried under its crystalline depths.
A sigh of serenity and contentment was audible, and Rhia lay sprawled out on her side along the foaming shore. The soft lapping of the ocean brushed against the beautiful vixen’s back, leaving her pelt saturated. She had soon closed her auburn orbs to rest as a joyous grin swept across her flawless mug. Rhiannon allowed the ocean to figuratively wash her qualms away. The tranquil sound of the water as it receded back and fourth along the shore was all the autumn-hued femme could hear.
Rhia’s orbs swiftly opened at the reverberating sound of toenails on the craggy stones that towered above her head. Soundlessly, the delicate female was on her feet and on the defense. Stepping mutely into the shadows that the towering rocks cast upon the shoreline, Rhiannon took a moment to sniff the air. She was downwind, and could tell just by his scent that the wolf above her was a male. There were also no discovered traces of any others trailing him in his aroma.
Allowing a mischievous smirk to grace her now fox-like features, Rhiannon let out a short snicker as she went to investigate the brute. Keeping herself down wind so he wouldn’t sense her approaching, Rhia scaled a few of the rocks with a graceful elegance. She appeared to comprehend the precise footing to keep her imperceptible; it just came natural to the girl.
Scrutinizing the sizeable gentleman from afar, Rhiannon decided that she would most likely be out of her league if it came down to defending herself. A glint came into her eyes as an idea popped into her head. A loud yelp escaped her lips as she stumbled and fell onto a crag of rock in sight of the male. Rhiannon whimpered loudly, licking at one of her mitts. Looking up to see if the brute had heard, the damsel made an attempt at standing only to tremble and fall once again with an exasperated cry.
The first bite was the most succulent. The tearing of skin, large chunks of flesh being torn out with the fur as he threw his head back to gulp down what had once been her side—that swell of fat that hung over the ribs, thin in the depths of winter but delicious nonetheless. The blood had slowed to a crawling leak in the aftermath of her death, but it still stained the churned-up snow as he hungrily tossed aside fur-covered skin in an effort to reach the true prizes that lay within her cooling body. Steam rose from his gaping maw in the cold air as he panted over her, his eyes focused on that which was most precious: her heart.
Lifeblood.
His mouth was gentle as he reached for her heart. His paw was not; he scraped at her body until the corpse twisted and rolled unnaturally, exposing her innards more clearly to his watering mouth. With blood-stained teeth, he carefully tore her heart free and held it, gazing down at her face for one long moment.
She was beautiful. She’d been too panicked to fight back, had only struggled uselessly until he’d torn her throat out and sprayed scarlet blood across the ground. Her face was frozen in that pitiful expression now. So soft and sweet, a true damsel in distress. With a quick flexing of his jaws he swallowed down her heart and leaned down to gentle nuzzle her muzzle. She had been so lovely. She was his forever now.
Gulls circled annoyingly over his head as he began to tear into her stomach once more. Their last beachside walk had been the perfect end to their relationship together. However, now he had to deal with these damned scavengers that cawed loudly above him, screaming for the world to hear. A quick jerk of his muzzle sent a small icicle soaring through the sky, piercing one of the birds right in their breast. It fell with a last, choked cry, and Seven made a soft rumble of satisfaction.
He turned away from her for a brief moment to pad toward the half-dead creature, struggling uselessly for its last few moments of life. It flapped uselessly but before Seven could finish it off, he stiffened. Had he just heard…?
His head tilted, and his nostrils flared, tasting for a scent. The cry came again and a slow smile crept upon his face. With a last, careless look at the bird, he trotted away from it, leaving it to die slowly and painfully. He kept trotting, past the carcass of the wolf he had killed, whose innards now lay heavily in his belly.
Another sweet lovely creature needed his help. She was a true damsel in a way his last meal had never been. Their first meeting would be him rescuing her! How gallant. She’d be so impressed. The rest of his meal was forgotten as he loped down the beachside, already daydreaming of their meeting.
Had he been paying just a little more attention, Bain might have noticed the scent trails left behind by another wolf in the vicinity as he approached the rock. But no, in a rare moment of distraction (Bain was not often known for giving his mind to foolish thinking - it must have been the ocean putting him on edge, he would huff to himself later) the large male had allowed his thoughts to wander and with it went most of his training. What kind of self-respecting wolf would miss detecting the presence of another, no matter how well hidden?
Yet the stormy brute had clambered on atop the slippery crag of rock, in view of all potential enemies around, and even raised his damn blocky head. Too late he picked up the faintest curl of the scent of a she-wolf, just as she appeared out of the corner of his vision. Downwind, he noted to himself gruffly, a brief and rare moment of embarrassment clouding his eyes for a split second before Bain tamped down that prickle of shame. He was what others would call a warrior. Warriors didn't have time for making mistakes. He would just have to try harder. Still a flicker of discomfort nagged at him; being flanked on one side by water didn't exactly bring him joy in the first place and the knowledge that he had nearly let this other loner slip by without him noticing was worthy of an inward sigh or two.
Outwardly Bain made no movement, the flick of his bright amber eyes and the swivel of his left ear in her direction the only acknowledgement her gave of the lovely she-wolf's presence. Then slowly he lowered his head again as she continued to cross his field of vision, eyes following her path. Suddenly she fell. His eyes widened a fraction, but nothing more. His fur prickled - Bain was not a helper by nature, willing to watch things happen without his interference, but hardly ever did something of this sort happen around the rugged fighter. He was used to watching others sustain bite wounds and broken bones, not.. a tumble on a slippery rock.
Amber eyes flicked from the female laying prone on the glistening rocks to the surroundings as Bain made a quick survey for any more possible appearances. He returned his gaze to the female just as she fell for the second time, and Bain leapt heavily down from the jagged crag to the rocky ground below. His eyes looked at her inquiringly, but he did not move much more - at least, until the scent of yet another wolf reached his nose. I was alone and suddenly it's a party, he mumbled to himself as he raised his head to identify the second scent.
A large male, with... a very, very disturbing, dark and salty tinge to it. He knew this scent well - one does not fight and never know the smell of blood. "Danger approaches, ma'am." Bain inclined his head as he spoke in a deep, gravelly voice but did not move to help the lady up. In his mind it was good enough that he warned her - she was nothing important to him right now anyway. He did not want to stick around too long either. The grey brute would have left long ago, in fact, but he knew not what held him back today.
Keeping her crown lowered towards her “injured” paw, Rhiannon heard the sound of nails hitting the rock in front of her and thought the male was falling easily into her trap. Lifting her beautiful auburn eyes to scan the scene, she saw Bain standing a short distance before her. To her dismay, he made no attempt in helping her up. How rude… Rhia thought to herself, allowing a slight scoff to escape.
Come to my rescue, dammit. Typically men were putty in Rhiannon’s claws. They would dote on her hand and… paw, never questioning her intentions. Then as soon as she had gotten what she needed out of them, away she went; on to the next one. Rhiannon had never stuck around long, no matter where it was. She enjoyed the freedom of being a rogue, and the ability to have just about any handsome brute she wanted.
This masculine fellow in front of her was proving to be a stubborn one. That’s alright. Rhiannon thought to herself, deciding on her next plan of action. That was when she heard him speak, his voice shooting through her like an arrow. ”I’m in no position to defend myself, kind sir.” Whined from the girl’s maw as she peered up at Bain with pools of pure amber. Beginning to stand unsteadily, the sly vixen whimpered and cried as she attempted to move up the rock’s face, to the left of Bain. As she approached him her footing was lost, and she stumbled into the male. ”Oomph, I’m so sorry. Excuse me.” Rhainnon’s delicate voice cooed, filled with palpable distress.
Straightening her body as best as she could, the damsel limped in the other direction in a sad attempt to retreat. Allowing her entire body to shiver with such intensity, Rhiannon’s elegance was shattered by pure fear. Lifting her nose to taste the wind, she knew the male coming was a threat. The sweet tang of blood floated in the air, and filled her nostrils. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, Rhia fell to the ground with a faint sigh. Her body lay limp against the cold stone below as she appeared unconscious, keeping her ears alert for any sounds that might be an alarm.
As he loped down the beach, the rangy wolf was wrapped up in all sorts of sinful thoughts about the beauty that was simply waiting for him to rescue her. Would she be a dainty little black minx? Perhaps with baby blue eyes and a high, simpering voice that would cry out so delightfully as his fangs cleaved into her? Or perhaps a larger, more comely fey—one who would be resistant to his charms at first, believing men had no worth before she was eventually won over by him? No, perhaps not that type. His last meal had been of that sort and the experience was still too recent to prove exciting. Then—a femme fatale? One with glittering eyes who’d try to swindle goodies from him? Would string him along as she stringed along several other males; ooh, she’d be a delight to sample. Muscles soft and pliable after moons of letting males do all her dirty work. Softest flesh, a body untouched by the brutality of life.
Seven licked his lips at the thought and was suddenly horrified to discover that he had not cleaned himself. His current appearance would be horrifying to even the most butch of she-wolves, and he wanted to make a good first impression. With a tug of his mind, a slender tendril of water was rising from the ocean and pressing against his coat, soaking in the blood and separating it from his fur. With a jerk of his head, the entire mess separated from his body and fell around him, leaving him noticeably cleaner than he was before, though now he stank of sea brine and the blood still clung to him in some small, stubborn clumps.
It didn’t take him long to reach the other two wolves, and his quick pace dropped to a creeping walk, his head down as he rounded the bend, unsure of what he would find. For a brief moment, he was silent and still, his eyes glancing from the beautiful fey that lay spread upon the ground to the beast who towered over her, criss-crossed in scars and utterly unpleasant to gaze upon.
Seven saw red. She was his. He had claimed her. He had already claimed her sweet, succulent meat as his, and this fiend had dared to bruise her tender flesh!? A low growl rumbled deep from his throat, soft at first but rising in volume as he slunk forward, guard hairs rising along his spine.
He snarled, “What did you do to her?”
Lucky NumberSEVEN
Current Location: Rocky Coastline
Current Health: pissed as hell
Current Powers: Water, Ice
Last Edit: Jan 30, 2014 20:58:05 GMT -6 by Citation
Drawing in a deep breath through his nose as he lifted his head up, Bain regarded the female before him with clear, emotionless eyes. He watched impassively (or so he would claim so) as she turned her own eyes up to him, large and glistening, like puddles of honey. She spoke and her voice was sweet to match the pull of her eyes. He wondered briefly if a lesser male would buckle at the knees then and fall to her wishes just to have her attention a little longer.
Then the delicate lady wobbled to her feet and Bain took a step to one side as she made for the craggy rock he had just leapt down from - or at least, she tried. She fell, and her nearly negligible weight pressed into his shoulder. The stony wolf was starting to think that if he stood there much longer, she would tire of him and walk away. He wasn't confused by her actions, just slightly unimpressed - he could vaguely sense what she was trying to get at, but the allure of the admittedly pretty female was basically all but stamped on by the fact that Bain just didn't bond with other wolves like this lady seemed to be expecting him to.
Then she really did walk away. Bain allowed a flick of his ears toward her as she passed him, but he really did startle (just a smidgen) when Rhiannon crumpled to the stony rocks below again. He looked down at her a little shocked, then to the left and right before back to the autumn-hued wolf on the ground, not knowing if he should attempt to shake her to her senses. At least she was still breathing - her nostrils flared gently with each breath, her sides still rose and fell. Whether a true faint or just part of her act, Bain had barely a minute to consider because all of a sudden the smell of the newcomer was overwhelming.
Bain whipped his head around to see the male that had, up till a brief while ago, smelled like death. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the brute who stalked toward Bain reeking now of anger instead of blood, the stormy-coated wolf holding his ground but on his guard - Bain would not attack first, but that didn't mean he would not be ready to fight back in a physical stand-off. The newcomer spat his words out accusingly and Bain curled one scarred lip in response. "Look closely. She is unharmed." For he knew, of course, that the vixen had been whole from the beginning - what had caused him to investigate was more a spark of curiosity than the false knowledge she might have been hurt. And as for the accusation made against him - who would look at a hulking beast like Bain and not expect any of his potential "victims" to be any better than mauled?
Half-expecting for Bain to react to her, and at the same moment she remembered his flat affect would foil her plan. Rhiannon felt as torso rose and fell to the beat of her slow breathing. It felt as if a century had passed before hearing another voice in her vicinity. Threatening. The femme’s heart began beating a mile a minute, the movement of her ribcage increasing as she panted. The scent that lingered in the air made her cringe.
Rhia allowed her eyes to open just a slit so she could see the newcomer. Fighting over me so soon? She joked to herself, trying to decide how to relieve herself from such an awkward situation. With a quick thought, a soft whimper came from deep within the ashen vixen. Lustering orbs flickered open slowly, glazed over slightly. His harsh tone made Rhia tremble, her entire frame appearing to be shivering.
”Why are you shouting, sir?” Soft innocence oozed from Rhianon’s voice as she bundled herself up tightly, gently lifting her head from the ground. Even with her brows furrowed, she gave off a harmless essence. ”This gentleman hasn’t put a claw on me, not that this reality is any of your concern.” Giving off a little bit of a vindictive attitude, Rhia wanted it to be known that she did not appreciate him speaking how he was to the brute that had only tried to warn her.
"Please, be pleasant. There's no need for such unkind words." Feeling as if she was chastising a child, Rhiannon scoffed and began tending to her "wounded" paw. The damsel in distress act was grueling, and rather bothersome to say the least. In all honestly, Rhia had much confidence in herself and her ability to get out of a sticky situation. She was fast, very stealthy, and could use her power of trickery to disable those who threaten her for a short time; just enough time to escape.
A deep rumble reverberated from Seven’s throat at the other male’s words. Eyes the color and sharpness of ice chips dug deep into the other’s flesh as he imagined what it would be like to fill the other’s lungs with water—no, ice. Ice that shattered and spread and tore through the delicate membrane, severing capillaries and shredding muscles, laying him bare from the inside-out.
Wouldn’t that be lovely?
The briefest of movements caught his eyes and suddenly the gripping chill that had begun to creep in around him evaporated. His head swung away from the brute with a disdainful flick of his ears to instead face toward the fey—whose words were not what he had expected. Still, the sigh of relief he gave was heartfelt as he took a step forward to better regard her, his gaze warm.
She was safe. Though her fur was lightly ruffled from whatever had caused her to hit the ground, she appeared otherwise uninjured. The smile that graced his maw was gentle though his posture quickly switched to submissive embarrassment as her words and biting tone set in. A soft whine escaped his mouth and he looked to all the world like a scolded pup, clearly eager for her forgiveness as he ducked his head and peered up at her with heartbroken eyes.
“Forgive my haste, milady. I heard your cries from far away and feared the worst when I saw—him—standing over you,” Seven flicked his head toward Bain for a brief moment, though his earnest eyes remained steadfast on her. He dropped his gaze to the ground and scraped at the sand underneath half-heartedly. “I—I didn’t mean to intrude. I simply thought my help was needed.”
Regardless of what he said, however, Seven still felt that burning desire. He was sorry for interrupting. He felt foolish for so quickly jumping to the conclusion of her being hurt. But the fact that she was his to claim still remained the same. Her sweet flesh looked even more appetizing than he had imagined, and her petite stature brought to mind the first time he had eaten a fey just out of childhood, puppy fat still clinging to her face. He swallowed at the thought. Oh, that sweet, delicate feast.
Finally, cautiously, he peered back up at the beautiful creature before him. He wished to taste of her pleasures too. But to do that, he needed to return to her good graces.
Post by Vital Recognition on Feb 3, 2014 5:31:50 GMT -6
Insanity. Insanity, such a short way down the road from what one would call 'normal.' But then again, some never truly have a chance at something such as a normal life, born to be damned, damaged, and used. Then again, whom would really want such a dull thing to revolve their existence around? Normal. Insanity is simply the only joy within the background, taking over the world in a sweet, corrupted, silence which one would never realize was so...dangerous. Truly, insanity is the only thing that makes sense, what is normal anyway?
Just away from the three canines, down the shore line really, a petite young lass stood. Alabaster canvasing sleek against slightly muscled bod, droplets of the dew lingering over her from the surrounding waves, fluorescent visionaries flickered within the light of the casting star just above. Every once and a while nostrils seemed to flare the salty scent of cryptic waves filling the terrain. Light beats of a stone cavity echoed within the vixen's dome, followed only by the soft notes of the waves. Water, so easily manipulated into anything one could want, capable of being frozen to the sickeningly sweet sharpened daggers that could pierce through pelage quicker than even those wonderful canines within hardened jaws. Ribbon slid along said canines, jaws locking as voids made maneuvers through the area.
Again, and Again. Stone cavity seemed to quicken, light breeze allowing the many scent of other wolven to play across features. One. Two. Three. Lingering along with one or another the sweet irony scent of the crimson lifelines hung. The scent was almost canid...possibly? Perhaps a killer hung in the midst, if not...There would be one soon. Ahh Arkane. Whom were these canine just within miles of her? Lyrical cave grumbled, a low growl running through kissers as harks perched higher to cranium. These were not members of the Insanctum, meaning they were far from welcomed in her presence...but then again... Possible recruitments, hostages...The sparked thoughts of torture brought a knowing curve upon facial features, alabaster bod stepping forth slowly, limbs allowing her canvas forward. Pads fell against softened soils slowly meeting the hard rougher patches pace quickening ever so slightly finding the tightly knit agriculture, the cool caress sliding along features as the fea weaved through the limbs voids flickering along the coastline, looking just ahead just to see whom she would soon come into contact with.
The Insanctum is a sanctuary, dwelling within it are only the most powerful of canine within the lost lands of Arkane. As the High Assassin New Moon knew all to well these wolven were not of her 'pack' her home, oh no no. This fact would not do, whom were they? Wss there a pack on these land of which she was unaware? Torso clenched, another growl finding it's way within lyrical cave sliding through just to be locked behind tightly clenched jaws. The canines would not know whom the fea was right away, and alas she would not tell them until...well, until the perfect moment of course. Either when they have proved worthy to join the Insanctum, or that they were obviously not worthy... or in case of males, once childish boyish ways have taken over and taking one within her grasp is oh-to-easy. Cranium slowly began to wonder, thoughts quickly developing and ultimately over-whelming the vixen, Reality only setting in once the loud cry of a breaking tree limb filled the air. Snap. Frozen dome tilted downward another low growl rumbling within depths seeing the snapped twig beneath her before allowing voids to once more peak upward, just before her. Mere yards away stood three canines. Two drakes and a seemingly...needy, vixen.
ooc: Sorry for the late. u_u I wasn't feeling great yesterday. Also Bain doesn't talk much, .
Bain;;
His eyes never blinking, Bain watched with head lowered and shoulders braced in a strong, ever-so-slightly defensive stance as the warm-hued she-wolf laid out on the rocks gathered herself up and raised her head to reprimand the newcomer. Bain grunted softly in the back of his throat in thanks for her fair appraisal of the situation to the male who had approached with such haste - he did appreciate fairness, and if he had his way all wolves would be fair to one another, no underhanded means of using and conning each other. His hackles dropped slowly, the harsh curl of Bain's scarred lips smoothing into the straight, emotionless line of his usual calm expression. Retreating backward a step or two, Bain turned his head aside (though keeping his eyes on the newcomer - one could not be too careless) to demonstrate he meant no harm to the lady, and neither would harm come to the male if he did not attack first.
Yet the new male's reaction to the lovely female's words was unexpected, if not even surprising. All malicious intent fell away as his eyes turned to her, and as her tone turned to admonishment the grown wolf seemed to shrink even, like a young one at the mercy of his mother. If Bain didn't know any better, he might even have thought the blue-eyed male was already acquainted with this damsel in distress. The stormy wolf quirked an eyebrow at this sudden display of contrition before backing up another step or two, allowing the male to advance. Clearly he was more a gentleman than Bain was, and likely the lady would appreciate his graces more than the older fighter's brutish attitude.
He was, in fact, just getting ready to depart from the scene and leave the delicate lady to fraternize with this strangely emotive newcomer (maybe keep an eye on them from afar, he still smelled like a troublemaker after all) when yet another scent blew in on the sea breeze. Bain's eyes darted aside and lo and behold, another female stood on the rocky beach. Just wanted a walk and now it's a party, the dark grey wolf thought to himself grumpily as he eyeballed the white female. She had strikingly uncommon pink eyes that elicited a strange frisson of discomfort in the large brute's mind, a prickle running down his spine. The female did not exactly look pleasant, but Bain would not judge upon first glance - after all, he wasn't exactly a handsome, comely, smiling prince either.
Paws still anchored strong on the rocks below, Bain surveyed their motley gathering and narrowed his eyes at the air of tension that seemed to have arisen. He would fight if he had to, but it occurred to him that he was at a severe disadvantage here. He knew not what powers the wolves possessed, but his own was even more useless here at the seaside than when it lay dormant elsewhere. Bain had no physical weakness to water, but if the others had control over it he wasn't sure he stood a chance. Black claws clicked softly on the shiny rocks as Bain adjusted his footing, ensuring the pebbles and stone underfoot would stay relatively steady should he have to make a stand for his position.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2014 11:52:19 GMT -6 by Ray: I suck, is why.
Watching the ashen wolf as his entire demeanor changed as if flipping a light switch, and seemed to generally care about her threw up a red flag in Rhiannon’s mind. I don’t even know you. The she-wolf’s nose wrinkled as she got a whiff of Seven’s breath, the stench making her stomach churn. What is that smell… She began pondering to herself, the aroma having a reminiscent effect on her.
An immobilizing flash of white overcame Rhiannon’s sense of sight as she lay on the cold stone. Her beautiful visage reflected, this as ginger eyes lay emotionlessly in the distance. It seemed as if Rhiannon was staring straight through Seven, although this was not the case. Intricate hallucinations played in a quick succession in the vixen’s mind.
Rhiannon envisioned a rather sizable ginger fae making her way down the shore of a rather breath-taking beach. The sun was in the west, and could be seen peeking over a pair of milky white clouds. Her sun-kissed canvas fell perfectly over her muscular torso. Emerald orbs stared dazedly out over the water, never expecting what came next.
Blood, everywhere. Leaking from every orifice of a once resilient maiden onto a shoreline that seemed familiar. That smell… The sweet, metallic aroma that drifted in the air made Rhiannon’s entire embodiment quiver. Sitting to the side of the mauled beauty was the hellion that now stood in the presence of her with his plume between his legs. How COULD you?
A loud snarl escaped Rhiannon’s throat as she came back to the present. Her faux injury no longer being of importance, the femmora frantically rose to her limbs, hackles raised as she backed slowly from the two brutes. ”Get away from me.” Commanded the she-wolf, her tone taking on a demonic aura. Rhiannon bared her fangs threateningly, keeping her figure perched up on her toes as to make for a quick get-away if called for. Giving no reason for her upheaval, Rhiannon simply glared at Seven with a menacing growl escaping her maw.
Seven’s ears twitched at the sound of a branch breaking and his gaze turned curiously to look toward the source, his nostrils flaring. Though the stench of blood was still heavy upon his breath, he was able to scent a new wolf, this one distinctly female and his eyes sought her out, alabaster coat difficult to pick out against the sand but she was not camouflaged.
A bold one, he thought eagerly, and his tail lifted slightly before he remembered he was currently courting a far more bewitching creature. His gaze turned back to Rhiannon, eyes still warm. However, she was still, gazing through him rather than at him and for a moment doubt clouded his mind. What was she—?
He soon had his answer with her rather explosive reaction and he danced backward a few pawsteps, head tilted questioningly. Ah, was she one of those types then? He’d heard of them. Those that could peek into your mind. Or perhaps one of those gazing types who saw past and future? He tossed the male who still watched a careless smile, tongue curling.
“Seems I’m not wanted in that way, friend. Hope you’ll have better luck courting her than I did!”
His head tilted in laughter, but his eyes stayed locked thoughtfully on the female snarling before him. Should he take the risk of her letting his dirty secret out? He didn’t know of what other powers she held, didn’t know if the other male had similar abilities. And what of the female who had so recently crept up? Well, she was watching.
His pleasant expressed faded to one of neutrality as he returned his gaze to Rhiannon.. His eyes still glittered warmly, but there was a hardness there. He did hate to run them down like this and in truth he was still full. To add to his meal would encourage an uncomfortably stuffed belly.
“Are you going to tell them?” he asked softly, taking a small step toward her, his tail upright and wagging. The breath he blew out as he spoke was visible, curling white smoke as the temperature around his body dropped by several degrees.
Run, little rabbit. Your flight would be breath-taking to behold.
Lucky NumberSEVEN
Current Location: Rocky Coastline
Current Health: ???, Healthy
Current Powers: Water, Ice, Time, Walker
Last Edit: Feb 8, 2014 17:20:05 GMT -6 by Citation
Post by Vital Recognition on Feb 8, 2014 23:39:50 GMT -6
The first to acknowledge her presence was a slightly larger, brutish looking drake with eyes of an warm shade of amber. The brute was not exactly the most-keen to look at, his dipped canvasing lined with scars it was not to terribly haunting. Perhaps he had simply been a warrior or some sort within past time. Obviously the other two within the lining of the shores were not acquaintances of his. A loner. Interesting really, obviously he was uninterested in the two before him, and the fea whom had just appeared virtually from nowhere. Cocky Son of a Bitch? She herself seemed to be posing no threat what-so-ever. Had he been ready to depart the premises when she herself had appeared? The vixen soon realized that not only was she unwelcomed within the small gathering but the fea who's hackles were now raised was preparing herself to run. Run...ahh, what had this brute done to cause such an upsetting twist within her soul? She had not even realized that now the trio were accompanied by another being, pore girl. Must have been quite a start. The thought brought a silent laughter through maw, in truth she felt no need to near the three, watching from afar could very possible be entirely to much fun to resist, of course each canine knew of her presence there, other than the female it'd seem. And then again, no one was truly worried... A Chill ran through the air, courtesy of New Moon herself ribbon ran along kissers slowly stepping forward as to get a better view of what exactly was happening amongst the wolves. With the soft air pure alabaster pelting fell against her petite muscled frame, cranium finding it's way to the side to observe.
Stone cavity echoed within cranium, one, two. With each soft patter her canvas would send the cryptic pools within her body in thick waves. Thoughts were truly overwhelming her cranium at this point, there was no point to them. Blue Blood. Not the simple crimson pools of most canine her own blood was that of her father, Father....ahhh, one of the few things remembered before the Insanctum the brute was little more than a dead memory. The scar along her nape, beneath the soft fur cirtually hidden yet showing quite simply how bad a...childhood, could be.. Harks flickered ontop of cranium, fluorescent visionaries flickering a darker hue as she watched, a slow smile playing to features her own manipulative powers hiding any signs of discretion, seeming just a petite young fea who leered with curiosity. The fea jumped upward, any signs of her obviously faux wound had disappeared, instead now her canvas leered with some type of..anger? Ahh. What had the male done. Interested now as the boy stepped closer to the fea the sickening twist of her lower torso was one which she knew oh-to-well. He could not be trusted. His stance alone that of a predator, moving forward the cool caress of almost silent vocals proved the male was more than accustomed to getting his way within the world, as long as with the vixens of the land. Did he know the girl? Unable to make out the words whispered an irritating growl ran through maw, perhaps he believed he had known her before her sudden change of stance as the softer shaded vixen's features did not soften. Amusing how just moments ago it' had appeared he wished to have her as his, and now...Well.
A soft breeze flickered beneath nostrils, the salty iron scent of faded life ran beneath her nostrils. It came from the ashen drake, within the cold caress of air that had just parted his lips. His powers, they must be of ice...Or at least one of them were if he proved to possess more, whom else could change the surrounding just as herself if not for such a power? A twig of interest ran through canvasing, limbs allowing her canvas forward elegantly but in slow strides she stayed away from the larger group instead taking refuge within the softened sands. Fluorescent visionaries did not move from the canines before her, canvasing completely aware if either turned to her in attempts to attack the girl's canvas would be gone. Left to another place even...perhaps away from the beach? The water is so, so very nice though...perhaps simply down the shore? The Truth....Did she want to hear the truth? What was this boy talking to the strange vixen about. Oh, she would know, Soon. Mind reached as she stepped closer to the group of canines a smile on her features though voids showed little emotion, the manipulation seeping through the female before her. Now...tell us what it is dear. She thought though no words were spoken, instead dome lifted, tassel sweeping the air just behind her. "Something wrong?" vocals of silk reached the air, lyrics drifting with the softer winds as the girl waited to hear the truth. Oh the powers which she possessed. Such fun in times such as these. Fluorescent visionaries flickered a darker shade, lighting up as she watched the three.
Current Powers; Ice.Water.Illusion.Shadows.Teleportation, ManipulationHigh Assassin of the Insanctum