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Post by I L Y I C H on Sept 10, 2012 21:44:53 GMT -5
Frame pressing forward I gave the early morning rain little interest. It wasn't all incredibly interesting anyway. Was beyond my ability to care. Numbness had set in. Anxiety was rampant of course, but that had little to do with me. Outside of camp it became of little consequence. Didn't matter. My brain flipped the light switch. Noelle and her pregnancy left to be replaced by void emotion. Alphonse and his constant preening over Zero the meaning of which I had yet to define abandoned me, silence curling into it's wake. Removed and alone I was suddenly nothing. No one. No happy thoughts or words to keep in place. Only anxious fear replaced by the itchy cold that I was oh so very familiar with.
The itch was infuriating. Almost painful, but not in the manor that it called for. Not in the proper way. Never in the proper way. Grass whipped by, slashing in it's sharp edged way against spotted flesh. But it wasn't sharp enough. Infuriating. Claws out I moved in heady silence. Al was back at home. Noelle too, wrapped up depressed in her new normal. Everything had been so quiet. So calm. Zero was the only one who seemed normal anymore. Constantly awkwardly annoyed with Alphonse. Furiously trying to go do her chores without him realizing she left. It was almost amusing to watch. Everyone in camp had been a form of medication for so long. Suddenly my dose had changed and oh the thought's didn't like that. Or perhaps they did.
The scars ached. The skin itched. Muscles rolled under too tight skin. Flame orange eyes lashed about for something to rid me of it all. Remove. Numbness was nice. Numbness was beautiful. Why couldn't the inside be outside too? Ah but the inside was changing too. Shifting in on itself like a snake caught too long in it's shed. My brains itched. It had been a wile since I had felt this. Half of me believed it had just shut off, never to be seen again, but it seemed to be proving me wrong. Relapse sounded just brilliant, thank you very much.
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Sept 10, 2012 22:17:40 GMT -5
 Soft kitty, warm kitty Little ball of fur. Happy kitty. Sleepy kitty. Purr purr purr.
A grin carried itself across most of my face as I hovered in the engulfing shadows of the falling rain. Focus with purple hued eyes, I licked over the image of the oversized leopard, reading her scars and her pumpkin eyes. Her bodies quivered thirsted for blood to shed from her own wounds, that much could be read, and my tongue lapped for the falling fluids. I was not a Folami in the sense that I hunted felines without exemption. I believed myself superior in breed, but much like how a human sees their housedog companions. I would eat a feline if that is what I hungered for, but I did not kill them simply because they were cat.
Creeping up behind the female, my paws landed silently in the soft earthen soil. The sky tears had not ceased for some time now, and I found myself pleasuring in the dampness of my pelt. I read over the woman's scars and decided that the rain clinging her fur to her muscles was not something to complained about, either. "All alone in a drowning world, Kitten?" It was spoken with a husky tone of voice as I slithered to come in front of her, facing her with my body lowered so as to have my eyes leveled with hers. "So cold, the skies tears rubbing along bare skin." My eyes indicated towards the deepest of her wounds, my smile creasing my eyes as I unsuccessfully tried to mask over my dangerous pleasure.
Oh yes, my brother had created a monster.
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Post by I L Y I C H on Sept 10, 2012 22:40:56 GMT -5
I barely slowed, only actually coming to a stop when he pulled before me. Pumpkin eyes watched, emotionless. One would expect some sort of response yet alas I found none to provide. This Folami, as it surly was, was simply a new portion of the landscape. No territorial instinct came rearing up. No fear for limb. My eyes curved downwards, observing his teeth with a small hint of impression. Now I wasn't suicidal by any terms... but it was a wonder what those teeth could do. Black backed ears flicking rain drops back I sat down slowly, the tug of scar tissue obvious amongst the rain slackened fur. "Nein." Gruff the tone spilled outward, slinking almost complacently into the root bed bellow. It wasn't all that cold. Not compared to how it normally was. With snow under foot at most times before the drought Zonta had given me the thickness of my coat. Winter animals grew long hair, after all.
And scar's don't feel a thing.
Boredom reigned the expression on my spotted face, even as I watched him. But boredom was not to be misinterpreted for weakness. For ineptitude. Every neuron in my mind gave birth to ideas. Escape routes. Alphonse needed me badly, and I would not die today. There was no question there. Germanic militant personality coming out full swing I turned my head slightly, blatantly staring without a hint of thought one way or another. A perfectly schooled face, it would seem, or simply the lack of betrayed emotion that it truly was. "Is there a reason why you are on Zonta land...?" I offered after a moment, eyes not even narrowing. One would think with the current times I should be furious. Angry that this creature would be anywhere near my family, but I couldn't draw up the feeling. Apathy. Whiskers twitching once I locked eyes with the lavender iris' half expecting him to completely ignore me and wholly not caring one way or another.
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Sept 11, 2012 8:45:27 GMT -5
AND HE'LL BE FALLING FROM GRACE
UNTIL THE END OF HIS DAYS My smile never abandoned me, but the sick twisted curves grew fainter, to be replaced by a less menacing smirk. This cat would be the fun I hungered for. With my brother in camp and never the wiser for it, my brain was ravashed for some pleasure. "The way I see it, a Folami has two pleasures." I took one quiet step closer to the feline, before slinking in a circle around her like some shark on land. My legs were still bent as I drew my head to her level. Purple eyes licked over her form, twitching to pick apart those scabs. "Now, obviously, eating a fine cat such as yourself, Kitten, would be a pleasure but last resort." The sickly sweet tone I used hardened only slightly as I came to face her, my snout a mere foot from the flattered faced leopards.
"But there are other needs for a male." I stared at her, eyes narrowed, smile faint but still challenging. In a moment, I had leapt forward and aimed to place my teeth gingerly on a loose scab, willing to lurch my snout just enough to tear it away. There are ways to make an enemy love you. Give them what they want. Fortunatly for me, this cats wants were similar to my own malacious desires. I wanted to see her bleed. I wanted to see her scream. I wanted to see her give in to desire.
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Post by I L Y I C H on Sept 22, 2012 17:25:57 GMT -5
A head tilt. A cold shoulder to the threats. Threats hurt no one and though I did not doubt this beast's sincerity I could not help but not care in the slightest. My skull barely moved, ginger eyes following their death flames watching somewhat curiously. "Kind wie flirten?" Accent thick I peered over one bulky golden shoulder. It wasn't with much interest that I watched him exam me. Those chemically manipulated eyes bounced across my scars and further across the newer scabs that my sippe had not yet noticed. He thought it a last resort? Now that itself was interesting, and my mind focused on it intently. Oh I was not that I did not understand his words, he made no attempt to hide their intent. It interested me as to why he would want me in this manor.
The rip came as no surprise, his body had stilled as any dog's would do upon his motions. Never the less the ripple run up my spine was not hid away, and my eyes shifted slightly upwards in reaction. Pleasure in pain. The scabs were shallow however, and use to a much deeper sort of endorphin rush I merely rolled my shoulders to shove his nose away. "Kleiner Junge sprechen Sie wie ein verwöhntes Kind." A long pause followed the words as stout claws slid from their sheaths. I turned slowly, long tail curled at the end as I locked eyes on the washed out Folami's face. Expressionless with my jaws parted just enough to reveal the lower canines I eyed him with a secret curiosity. Spoiled little boy, what do you expect to find in a leopard lost to sanity? |
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Sept 22, 2012 18:36:50 GMT -5
Her words meant little as they washed over my ears. I understood the cognates, but I would not pretend to have a hint at Deutsch. Ah, I was educated enough to know what language she was speaking, but not nearly so to understand the words themselves. I instead began to circle her once more, focusing on her pumpkin orbs each time I wove around her front. I said not a word, merely walked in the silent gait of my kind.
My mind wandered as I snaked around her. What would dear Bidziil do if he knew his precious pack was falling to shambles? Falling so far from the mission that they dared to spread their genes through feline blood? Ah, but I was not truly one of his kind. I had been created in the genitals of a male, and incubating in the womb of a woman. I was no test tube subject. I had no strings for the lords to dangle me from. My brother had proven that we, the ones born of natural causes, could become what we wanted. If he could be the Devil among demons, then I could be a whore. I was okay with that.
A filthy man that longed for nothing more than to spread my tainted DNA by any means neccasary.
I took only one step closer, but that single step brought my body close enough to brush hers as I circled. She seemed mildly interested now—or perhaps simply curious. I made a final wind around her—leaving it at five rotations—and stopped to stand behind her. If I was a dirty little whore, than this leopard her was nothing more than my filthy little slut.
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