I'm done waiting. }{ I'll do it Myself [Bhu]

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Ooc; Pull up a chair, I dont want to deny you the privilge of being knock out of it. Your gunna finally see a small flash of the length Stitch will go to for those important to her. Your gunna see Stitch like never before. Pissed off.

Daughters Of Darkness - Halestorm

BIC:
Enough. That was all that coursed through my head as I hunted through the forest. I'd had enough, and he was about to learn that. I was about to drop him on his ass like I should have sooner. Oh why hadn't thought of this sooner. My kind had a chance. I had a Chance here to be the greatest Falomi who'd ever lived. Ego not misplaced, I needed right now. I was already the guardian of all of Vea Apxn, but there was one more Falomi that I wanted. This one more then the others. He wasn't ready yet. Part of him still doubted it possible. So I would fekking Show Him! I already knew that I couldn't change them all, there weren't enough of me. But if I could instill the ground work in Nym, that's what I called him now as I was done with the biblical word for enemy; he was no such thing, then perhaps someone would come along who could. If I could lay the ground work and prove it doable, then my kind wouldn't be doomed to rip itself apart. I'd already negotiated peace hadn't I, who's to say I couldn't do this?

That's why I say ego not out of place here. It would take some ego to accomplish what I was now certain I could do. I could just well be trying to become the greatest Falomi yet. I could do it! I could please both Skoll and the Humans to who I owed my exsistance! It was possible,I believed it to be true. This determination burned through me with each. pound of my legs against the earth beneath me. My face was determined, my eyes focused and set on the scape in front of me. My shoulders loose and fluid. My tail thrashing behind me. My browns furrowed in anger and my maw set in a scowl. My feet landed smooth and fluid, not completely silent with the speed I was moving as I was mid final push, here your prey typically became aware it was the hunted. This feline wasn't the lucky-est of them, having wandered so far out on its own. I'd tracked it out of curiosity at first but as I'd closed in something inside me had shifted. Something sired loose by Nym.

I craved flesh for the first time in oh so long. I wanted to bleed this Feline and rip its heart from its chest then consume its flesh like a good girl. My humans wanted feline flesh. I was spawned for that very purpose. A strange stir ran through me. I wanted death to this creature just like I used to. I hadn't felt like this in years. It was a surge unlike much else. I will please you, my humans. I will please you today. I will show you that I am still capable of the task Id been scent to do and still love my kind. It was possible. Oh how I wanted that felines blood. Nym would see that its possible.

Then maybe the man could finally be free of the machine.



OOC typed with a kindle... bow down. .. my hands are exhausted.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

OOC//: I do bow down. I have tried to write a post with my kindle before and found it to be as annoying as typing on my phone. So kudos to you.

That sister of mine was enough to be my death. Not the twin, but the older one. The half sister. The perfect Queen. Claws etching canyons in the mud, I moved forward, scowl in place as I scented the ground. Akando lands were dying. The prey there was not accustomed to rain, so many had drowned in their burrows, or left in search of drier lands. I wanted to lead this pride, but I needed them to live first. It was this reason that had carried me to Central Lands, body low as my nose rubbed through the soil in hopes of picking up a scent before it washed away. Ackecheta would have to consider me as an option if I dragged home a buck elk, enough to feed much of the family, as he had come to call it. If he really cared so much for the pride, then he would have to be willing to push aside Izaray if I proved to be the more worthy choice. Love should have no place in politics.

And if it did, I would have to remove his greedy little heart.

I lifted my snout into the air with a smirk, inhaling as the images of tearing out his jugular, and then his heart, flashed through my mind. I chuffed a rough-throated laugh as I imagined Izaray’s look of dismay as I dropped her mates bloody organ in front of her, a smug look upon my face. She would have to stand down, then, for I had defeated the alpha. Law was that whomever defeated the alpha male, was the new alpha by default if there was no heir to claim the throne after him. Traditionally, only males slaughtered the alpha for his place, but traditions have to end sometime. I would rule alone, without petty emotions getting involved. Even Ezhno had showed a hint of favor towards my mother, over all the other lioness’. Equality has to be the only way--everyone must be equal in their slave ranks.

My ears perked forward as an almost silent splash alerted me that either, I wasn’t alone, or something had fallen from the trees. A good leader was cautious, lest they fall victim to pride like Ezhno had done. I turned slowly, body still low to the ground in the stalking posture. The wind was blowing gently away from me, so I would have missed prey scent if they came from that direction. Narrowing my eyes against the skies tears, I made out faint movements in the brush. The shape of the shadow was canine. The wind stopped for a moment and I managed to inhale its scent.

Vea Apxn.

My muscles relaxed. The alpha had made one good decision in life. He had created a treaty with that pack, something that would prove invaluable time and time again, I’m sure. I would keep that treaty up in good sense when I rule this pathetic pride--I was not Ezhno, too proud for my own good. I was simply an ambitious politician. I watched it in silence, waiting for the dog to either approach or leave. I didn’t think to alert them to the fact that I was part of Akando--it didn’t occur to me that I had wandered off my land, so here I could be free game if she failed to catch my scent. Problem with that, the rain made it very easy to misjudge a scent.

[nEwOL握敵]

Deftones - Tempest

It was strange. Normally when a canine broke into a final push, the prey became aware of its presence. The result of which was normally a chase breaking out, but this creature remained still. I would have known why, if my mind had still been in the right state. If I was still wholly myself. I could tell her scent. She was of Akando, the pride with which terms of peace existed with Vea Apxn. I was of Vea Apxn. Even here in the central lands, a proper creature would obey that truce.

But I wasn't a proper creature right now.

It was hard to explain, but I wasn't a Falomi of Vea Apxn or Bidziil's pack right now... I was just a Falomi simple and clean. I was consumed by my original instincts, the ones the Humans had taught to me. They wanted feline blood, and here was a cat to bleed. It was like back then. Back before Lucifer. Before the split and my time away. I would please my humans. That was all that consumed my mind at the moment. Pack and pride differences where all grey to me right now. They meant nothing to me now.

Finally arching my approach, I picked up as much speed as I could, my lips eager for that taste they hadn't had in so long. Breaking from cover at her side, I leaped into the air and sailed clean over her. Then spinning around, I jumped at her, front legs outreached to knock her down.

At this point a little voice started pleading in the back of my head. It was my common sense trying to tell me something was wrong, she should have been running when she caught wind of you. This is out of place! But that voice was drowned out by the moment. Stronger then anything else was my want for blood. I wanted it, craved for it! I wanted to taste it on my tongue. It was the primitive killer instinct taking back over for the first in what now seemed like forever.

After having moved to knock her down I positioned myself over her, placing a front paw on her throat to pin her to the ground. Fixing her with my gaze, my eyes where withdrawn, nothing but seething pools filled with want for nothing but violence. My ears where forward in a display of dominance. I lips where pulled back in a snarl I'd not worn for some time, showing my deadly, life ending teeth. Boring into her with my gaze, I issued the words in a sinister voice "Я командую уважение" The words that where the very meaning of my species name. I Command Respect.

Finally, with a commanding and dark voice, I offered her some last taunting words. "Surely you realize... It is your time to Die." the voice inside my head tried to say something, but it failed. Rickalaru, Huntress of the Felines, was back in control.


Word Count: 502
Language Used: Russian

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

W-what? Her lunge was unexpected, but I managed to duck down to brace for the impact. What was this woman doing? Staying true to my word was everything to me. It was what made me so perfect to be Queen. If we could not trust our own word, how could we survive? The scent of Vea Apxn was strong on this dog, meaning she was still actively a part of that pack. She had not been at Daiade’s funeral when the truce was made, but I would think the leader of that pack would actually spread the word. She had seemed so honest...

Ah, just a cruel joke was all this was. She leapt clean over me. I smirked as I climbed back to my paws. This was the kind of humor I respected--something at the expense of another. I turned around to face her, ready to accept my loss, laugh it over, and then carry on with my hunt. That face, however, did not speak of pleasure, however, and it quickly made my smile fall away. This was a hunt--she was toying with me. I was no arrogant, I knew I could not outfight a Folami. Ackecheta would have his hands full with this woman, and I was only a yearling female so I was no match. I stepped back, muscles tense. My only hope was to find a tight fit to squeeze into where this massive canine would not fit.

Logic fled as a sense of despair kicked in. She had me pinned down now. I would die without ever being Queen--Akando would be robbed the opportunity to know a leader that could bring them many victories. Ackecheta lacked the genes of a ruler, and Izaray took too much after her father. They would destroy this pride. I had been their only hope. The only other cat I could think of that was suitable for the position was Daiade Jr., and he had no interest. Besides, who knew if there was some mental disorder buried in that skull of his. It was hereditary, wasn’t it?

Knowing I could not out run or out fight this dog, even if I managed to wiggle out from under her, I narrowed my eyes and made my face serious. Maybe I could speak sense into her. My brain was in a panic but I hid it away. Maybe Izaray did have something on me--she knew how to keep calm in battle. Perhaps she was the better suited cat--nonsense! Though, it seemed the forced expression of fearlessness would do me no real good--I could not regain control of my thoughts. I found no good words to try and persuade this canine for my life. “Fucking Vea Apxn kittenhugger.” Fuck. The word spat past my lips. I had grown so used to Abeni using it towards anyone she was disgusted about that it had become part of my own vocabulary, I was ashamed to admit. Only recently had I been informed as to the original origin of the insult--a Folami seen as weak by ‘proper’ Folami because they did not find the deep thrill and pleasure in the slaughter of cats. Didn’t quite fit here, and was probably a poor word to use at this very moment.

Any proud Folami would take pleasure in proving me wrong.

“Shit.” The defiance left my eyes and the panic was allowed to show. I was going to die here today, dignity wouldn’t mean shit when I was dead. I didn't even care that I could not understand her words until the threat, no, the PROMISE came. If there had still managed to be any sign of angry aggression in my eyes, it fled then. I stared up at her, eyes begging for mercy though I knew it wouldn't come. Make it quick. The plead was guarded in my gaze, but it was there. I would not grovel to this scum, but that didn't mean I would not try to avoid unnecessary suffering if I could.

I did not want to die, but I was ready for it.

[nEwOL握敵]

I could give the little yearling this, at least she was trying to be diffident and brave. She forced the stern look to her face, but her eyes where still littered with fear. I could feel the blood pulsing through her neck under my paw with each beat, and it was racing now. The thought was enticing, the warmth of in on my face, the sweet taste of it running down the back of my throat. All while my creators looked on with approval.

Then her angry little voice rattled against my ears, which turned away from the insult of the fekkin' little insolent creature. If she'd been trying to save her life, that certainly wasn't the way to do it. My whole body quivered as I snatched my face closer to hers, lips pulling back further for just a moment as a hateful growl left my throat. In the brief flash I was only a moment away from lashing out and renting her eyes from her skull while she still breathed, but my paw was stayed by the sudden break in her facade. It all dropped away and she gazed up at me with desperation and pleading on her face. Realization had set in it seemed. She finally realized that she was going to die and there was nothing that she could do about. The eyes gazing up at me actually seemed to be pleading for it to just be over quickly.

They where meet with a gaze though that said very clearly No.

I knew it was finally time now, and suddenly I slipped away to a place even darker then the humans' training. A place even deeper the my first set of behaviors. One of Sound's many lessons that had been giving to me. Don't kill. Give Death.

Serpentine - Disturbed

Placing my wait on my right paw as it was on her throat, sealing her windpipe for a moment which would be no pleasant experience, I pressed my left into the right side of her face over her eye. I then dug my claws out, the feeling of them burying into flesh sending a surge up my leg, and once it reach my shoulder, I used my whole leg to snatch my paw away from her, slashing open her face and possible even destroying that eye. Dark, firey warmth traveled up my front leg. Placing it back on the ground I moved my right paw, opening back up her wind pipe but only enough for her to take one last good breath before I lunged my head at her neck, closing around it tightly. My eyes suddenly opened wide as the warm blood filled my mouth. They then shut again as the sensation took over my whole body, tingling from the tip of my nose to the end of my tail. Savoring the feeling for just a brief few seconds, I finally released her now destroyed throat. Repositioning myself, I sat upright at her side, suddenly strangely calm and relaxed throughout my whole body, even as her still warm blood dripped from my maw. I wanted her to die at peace. I wanted her to at least pass calmly. Looking down into her good eye, my voice suddenly stirred, calmly meeting the air. "Вы здесь не место." I knew she wouldn't understand the words, but as calmly as I said them I knew there to be a good chance they'd still give her calm. "Здесь вы просто заразить землю. Я только исправлением этой проблемы. Поскольку это мое цель." You don't belong here. Here you are just an infestation. I am just fixing this problem. As it is my purpose.

The words where not false. They told the truth of how this was meant to be.

She was a feline. I was a Falomi. My species was capable of loving and caring for one another, it wasn't a bad thing. Because there where still plenty of us who could do it and still Kill. Kill well. It was what the humans had created us for.


Word Count: 680
Language used: Russian

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Perhaps her silent answer should have frightened me more, but all it did was make me angry. I would be denied the mercy of a quick slaughter. I had always been a rather cruel child--I was not ashamed to admit this--but I always dealt things in as painless a way as possible. I would destroy others mentally (though maybe that made me a worser being, I don’t know), but even as I killed them I provided it quickly. Though some would disagree, I had not been the same as my father. Ah, as a cub I spoke with daggers, taking pleasure in ripping my words into the heart of my pairs, but I had never harmed anyone with my claws. I believed people should be strong enough to rise above hurtful words. Physical injury was something no one could avoid the pain of. I wanted to weed the weak from the strong--mental strength was far more important than physical.

I did not deserve this injustice, I knew, but there was little I could do in protest. As the attacks came, I bit down on my tongue to keep from disgracing myself further. The fear was gone, replaced solely by disgust and anger towards this unjust being. I would not give her the pleasure of seeing me grovel and beg, or of watching me squirm with the agony. I could taste the blood of my tongue as my fangs dug deeper. I was half blinded, fire tearing along my face where she had torn away the flesh. And still I only stared up at this monster with a narrowed expression, scolding even--like a disappointed parent towards their child. I did not hold my father’s mindset that lions were superior. We were all brothers and sisters just trying to survive. What this dog was doing was not survival--she was a slave to gods that did not love her.

And that is why I followed no god.

The vision in my one good eye blurred as I tightened my jawline in defiance. I would not try to breathe when I knew I would find no air. I would suffocate willingly, not because she had robbed me of the tools to take in the a breath. If she could rob me of life and mercy, I would rob her of the satisfaction of feeling powerful. Watching those weaker than you afraid too often allows others to feel powerful. It was sick how mighty we feel as we look through the glass windows of a slaughter house.

Rolling my good eye to glare at her with the final strands of my strength, I made it clear her words would fall in deaf ears. Whatever their meaning, I did not care. If they be justification for what she was doing, I wanted none of it because they would be empty lies. If they were threats or words of dominance, I spit upon them because this being was stronger than me only in the physical meaning of the word. As my muscles began to lose their tenseness due to being robbed from oxygen, I used my final bits of strength to try and meet her eyes. Watch me as I die. Meet my eyes. See what the monster within you has done. Little puppet girl, you have danced a fine show for your lords. I hope it was worth it. As my vision faded I left this word with a look of pity in my eyes. I’m sorry you are too weak to break your strings.

//DEAD//