It Isn't a Dream? (newol)

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I was so stupid. I was the dumbest smart person I knew. I had once been so sure I was the most intelligent because hormones were never able to take control of me, and yet I had fallen into the very trap I had laughed at since childhood. I knew what it was now that made Mahal's neglect hurt so deeply--the bloody estrogen and pheromones dancing together saying I needed a mate to continue my species. Well, no ma'am, it is quite clear you are not good enough to continue the species. If I were smart I would have avoided the whole situation to begin with.

Perhaps if I had I would not have made moronic mistake number two--wandering out alone in this god-awful storm when I was a mere speck compared to the enemy pack's dogs. Throwing my head side to side I realized I was not only alone, but I was in a section of Vea Apxn territory not explored by me as of yet. I knew not how to get back and the rain would have washed away my scent by now. Quickening my pace, I scowled at my mortality. I made senseless mistakes because I was a mere mortal. Worst yet, though, I was sensible enough to avoid them, unlike most, and yet I made them anyway. Didn't that make me the inferior one?

Scurrying to shelter in a pitiful bundle of scrub-like bushes, only tall enough to keep away a majority of the rain if I weaseled my way within its branches on my belly, I laid my head on my paws. I had survived most of my early childhood without social interaction--what had possessed my that day in training to speak out to anyone? And the prince, no less! Of course he was ignoring me now. He was an adult and soon he would rule over the packs. He knew he had power, even if he denied it, and he would chose a fine mate to rule with him. Some full blood folami with man-made muscle, yet the determination to rip herself from the puppet strings. I was a mutt, a mud-blood tainting the perfection of the folami way. I had no puppet strings because I was born on a regular dog. I was not impressive.

In fact, I was pitiful. A house-dog. A beast not worthy to be in the folami pack.

Ears back at the realization, the anger died away, surcoming to the self-pity, as I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the chill of wet fur against weak skin. I was no impressive canine built to survive. I would freeze long before a folami even realizes the air was cold. What did I have to be proud of myself for? I had intellect. I thought that was worth applaud. Something to justify a high-held head. But life isn't so simple that you can get your answers from a book. I am no folami.

I am not even a dog.

OOC//: Now remember, we don't do sexual stuffs IC here owo Makes Bhu and Kuna, and probably Moon and others uncomfortable, haha. So some dominating foreplay type stuff here? Just for an FYI, Clari is husky sized, not folami sized. Though her father is full blood folami, her mother was full blood husky and Clari is the only one of her litter to have gotten all physical attributes from her mother's genes.

[nEwOL握敵]

Ooc:// Understood. Shall we just RP up to the mount, then skip forward?

Inarak

This was my element. This was where I belonged. In the pouring rain of the storm, the darkness of the sky. My grey paws carried me along land that didn't belong to me. But this was Sister's pack, and so what trouble could I get in if I was caught. My scent hadn't started to blend with Bidziil's pack yet. I didn't smell like one of them yet, so that was also in my favor. A blot of lightning flashed, and for a second, my black figure was clear, the unnatural white markings on my face, my devil like yellow eyes. Like a demon form hell, I stalked across the plane with a sinister mission in mind. I craved for something in particular. I needed it. The fea's of my own pack where off limits, for the most part. Chances of being revealed, chances of getting caught, they where too high. But this fea, she was a safe target, which is why I'd been tracking her.

Though even as I did, my mind was against me.

I wasn't a sane dog... Not by any stretch of imagination. What was left? What was left, dear sister? From what I'd heard, Stitch was the devoted guardian of Vea Apxn, longing for a family I knew all well her body didn't have the ability to create. So instead she planed to make her whole species her family, and teach us how to feel. Course that was pieced together from much but the ideal whispers of a rival pack struggling to make ends meet. What was left, dear brother? From what I'd seen, Haynato was removed from our world. Half blind in one eye, deep scars running across that eye, down his back leg, across his belly, and the underside of his neck, and a limp in one of his front legs. Escaping the Complex had come at a high price. He was distanced from these lands, with a lioness for a mate... The bastard. My siblings... the two who still lived, where both no longer following the birth purpose of ours.

What was left, dear Monster?

I was a monster. Pleasure, blood, chaos, and abuse where my devices now. I cared not for the integrity of my kind. I cared not for the ones who stood above me as my 'leader'. I cared not for the Humans that created me. All I wanted was to cloud over my mind with the bitter plants, and enjoy the sensation of a female's body, and taste the felines' sweet blood on my tongue. And not in any particular order. But unfortunately, I hadn't had a chance to indulge in any lately. None of us where whole anymore. Not in the way we where meant to be.

Forcing myself back to the task at hand, I continued to stalk along. She wasn't perhaps a very strong one, for her pace was slow, and the signature she left wasn't as wide as a Folami's would be. Grass crushed down by her paws, and parted by her body. Paw prints in the dirt were very hard to read, however, because of the down pour, but from what I could tell, they where smaller then my own. This creature wasn't a full blood Folami... How pathetic. Finally, I came across the bush that she had taken shelter in. My vision was still rather decent in the darkness, because of the task I'd been breed for, so I could spot her bush from a fair distance. A small, sinister smile came to my maw. This would be entertaining.

Coming up beside her slowly, I did my best to stay barely visible. Sinister words mussed from my maw. "You'll become ill, out here like this. Lost and all alone." And so let our little game begin.



Word Count: 634
Loded - Hurt
Sweet Dreams - Marlyn Manson

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

All my life I had considered myself strong. My father would laugh as he told me that even as a child I would approach large animals and ask every question under the sun, trying to reason and determine every aspect of their lives. Then he would fall sad, saying I had been the only one strong enough to survive birth. When I was still very young I would smile at this and call him silly. Of course I was the only one to survive, daddy! My siblings were folami sized and mommy could not handle birthing such a large load and they died because they were too big to fit through. I was born first, before mommy shattered and my siblings blocked the way. Of course he had never told me any of this, much too morbid for a little girl, but it was common sense and I had figured it out as only a child. As I got older, I stopped explaining it to him. I realized it made him sad to hear all the dirty details. He especially grew weary when I said mommy had shattered. No one wants to think about their love breaking apart from the inside out because of something he created. What a wretched way to die.

All my life I had gathered what could be gathered, drank in every lesson that could be learned. I studied the human tongue, learning their letters and reading the books laying in the trash. Science books were my favorite. I realized now that perhaps I should have looked closer at that self-defense book I had found--the one where the neighbor's dog had eaten page twenty-two. Not that it would have done me a great deal of good--that book was directed towards a human audience. I did not have the correct bone structure to master such moves. Still, it would have been given me some ideas. What had I done in the war between packs? Circled Mahal and Bidziil like a shark, only stepping forward when Mahal asked me to help lead the prisoner away. I had been useless then. No one had needed to know how many miles it was around earth, or the gestation period of a black widow. My pack needed me to fight for them, and I had not been able to do that for them.

Looking to this dog, I snared at the tone he used. A dog my size could fight a dog his size if they had the right moves. I did not have this, so I had to go with the small-dog's backup plan--pretend you are a tough ass with a few aces up your sleeve. "I have never been ill a second in my life." My tone was lethal as I remained in the shelter of the brush. Rule number one when in an unfair fight--don't let the opponent know how small you are if you can help it. Perhaps the lethal tone I used would make this canine second-guess the assumption on my size he had probably already made. Plus, sitting in the brambles gave me a wall--weak as it may be--between me and him. It would not keep him from harming me, but the branches could possibly help guard my vitals from a deadly blow.

"Besides, I am a Vea Apxn dog of high rank, who says I am lost and alone? This is my territory, mutt. I know my territory." It was a lie, but I said it with the utmost confidence and hatred. Any sensible dog knows the land they live on. I should have explored more, but it had seemed unimportant when Nimrod gave his word of peace for the time being. Yes, I should not trust that black hell-hound, but I had been distracted by hormones towards Mahal at that time. I had looked for an excuse to dedicate more time to winning over the prince, and his peace treaty had given me that excuse. Who would have thought I would be punished for such a moronic mistake so soon after it was made?

"Look, dog, Nimrod gave his peace treaty. The smell of him is faint on you, so you must be new. Here is a word of advice, listen to your alpha. Dogs that don't obey in Bidziil's pack end up dead." It was true. The humans preached punishment by death and both Bidziil and Nimrod obeyed the human's commands. The pack may be Bidziil's, but Nimrod was in charge for the time being. This dog would have to learn to accept that and listen to his orders. Or perhaps it had all been a trick? Maybe Nimrod really was just lulling us into a false sense of security, when really his orders for his pack were to be more ruthless than ever? I had not considered that fully. Was I, unknowingly, telling this dog to kill me? Obeying Nimrod may spell out my demise. My face remained blank, lip only twitching slightly towards this dog from between my branch shelter, but inside I had a new question that I had never asked before.

Am I ready to die?

OOC//: Blah. Not a fan of this piece of work. Guess I am a little rusty as Clarimonde. Actually, I am a little rusty on all my characters, haha.

[nEwOL握敵]

Her words where fierce, I’d give her that. But she contradicted herself, which just ruined everything for her pour, and soon to be soar, little self. Talking big game while shrinking farther into cover was perhaps not the most intelligent of mixes. But she seemed quick witted. Ha. So perhaps this fea wasn’t so pathetic after all. Dropping straight into a hunter’s crouch, I became an invisible predator, ready to play with this poor fea’s little world. Being so low to the ground, paired with my black fur and the darkness of the raging storm, I was a ghost. My sinister smile growing, I was admittedly excited.

She continued to babble on, and even managed to pick apart my scent. Good nose. But I could easily worm my way out of that one. Oh this fea just didn’t realize what she was in for. I’d force her if I had to, even leave her with a scar if I must, or take her life if I had to. But None of these things I cared for. I wanted to make her obey, in interest of self-preservation. I wanted be able to taunt her without having to beat her. I wanted to whisper into her ears that she was a good girl. I wanted to break her mind down. But mostly I just wanted her body, so how bruised she left this night was in her own paws.

Slowly I began to circle around in front of her from her left flank toward her right, staying at good distance and out of site in the talk grasses. I mused my words. “That’s a shame… Cause I’ve been ill sense I was born.” A devilish glow came to my eyes at my own words. Oh how true that was. When I was in front of her I mused again “I doubt that, little thing, you. Otherwise you’d know of better shelter from the big bad wolf.” My movements where practiced from all the time spent hunting the felines on my own. Each paw was placed softly and gently, always testing the ground before allowing weight to come down on it. I wasn’t about lose prey for lack of skill in stalking, that was for damn sure. When I was about at her right side, again my voice came to here. “Close, close, little fea. I have recently spent some time on his pack land, yes.” Turning, I began to track around the other way, to confuse her. [/b]“But not as a pack member. As a dog of the wild, you should know by now that what you eat affects your scent. Or perhaps you spent too long being scratched behind the ears, Kittyhugger.”[/b] Toying with her like this was becoming far too time consuming. I picked up the pace with my movement, though I remained careful to stay just as low in my profile. “But don’t worry, Death hasn’t come for you this night, No… I crave something else.” I had to drive her from her cover, that was clear, then I could over take her.

If I could, I might even drive her toward the trees, where we’d be better sheltered from the rain. Finally I positioned myself where I wanted, to her right, aiming toward a not so distant tree line. I’d had it. Enough of this play, I was ready to go to work with her body. Rapidly closing on the bush, I burst forth right inside of four meters, sliding to a stop right at it and sticking my head and right leg in, swatting at her and snapping my jaws into a snarl “Live Or Die is your choice!”


Ooc;// ugh… if kinda fell apart there at the end.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

If only I could get a good sight of this dog. He was clearly a threat. If I managed an escape plan, I would not take it unless I could be of use by telling Vea Apxn of the threat. I was useless in battle, so the least I could do was warn them of danger. Running was out of the question. I was a smaller breed, much lighter than a full blood folami, typically. This usually spells out for being faster, but folami were bred to be able to hunt and chase down even a cheetah. Running to safety was out of the question. Fighting, of course, was a negative. This man, even if only Fido's size, was bred to kill. It was in his genes to be able to overcome a tiger--if not by strength, than by snake-tactics and common fighting knowledge. I had much knowledge, but not in the art of anything useful like war.

My eyes widened as I came to terms my best chance at survival was to obey this dog. Do what he says, whatever it is. But in order for this to work I would have to trust he is telling the truth. Besides, how was I to know that what he craved was not something more valuable than me? What if he asked for the murder of Miss Carska? Or one of her children? The prince...I shook my head to clear it. This dog did not seem to be one of politics. Besides, if this turned out to be the case, I could make my decision then to just let him kill me. Just because we come to a verbal agreement that I would obey him, does not mean I have to honor that contract. In the fine print it will say he can kill me should the contract be made void--which would happen if I say no--and he does just that. I could accept dying if it meant my paws were clean from the royal family's blood. From anyone's blood. From Mahal's blood...

Clarimonde, shut up and pay attention!

I came out of my shelter slowly, arching my form to avoid his leg and jaws. "I surrender to your will, Sir. My life spared for a deed done for you." I spoke calmly, confidently. I wish I could see this man. The rain and the darkness of night made it so I made out his outline. He had planned this well. Many nights the moon peaked through, providing a little light. The folami blood in me contained feline traits--that faint moonlight made it possible to see clearly, only having to squint past the rain rather than darkness, too. Tonight, however, was a downpour. Clouds turned the sky to a pure ink. I saw nothing. I could scent only the traces of the original pack faintly. I could not make out any strands of scent with it, however. So all I knew was this dog had done time on that territory. I would not be able to point him out in a line up of other Bidziil dogs. And his voice was very generic to any other canine if they spoke in a sinister way. There was no way I could tattle on this dog--and I had a feeling he had known and planned this out for just that reason.

Now all I could do was hope that I was not the next meal, and he was true to his word. I did not care if folami ate folami--if we eat felines, I saw nothing wrong with eating folami. That did not mean, however, that I wanted to be a meal.

[nEwOL握敵]

There was a sudden shift in her, all the defiance seemed to fad away as she realized the situation that she was in here. Slowly she removed herself from the bush, and obediently presented herself to me. At this my snarl turned back into a sick smile. I was pleased. Now the fun really took place. Extracting myself from the bush, I circled around the bush and came up behind her, and as I did, the rain seemed to lighten up into a light drizzle. Hmm. How fortunate for her. The chills might not claim her lost little soul tonight after all. "Smart Girl...

Positioned behind her, I couldn't help be feel quite pleased she'd made the right choice and given in to me. How fortunate for her, now it would all move along much easier. In fact I would be all that rough on her ether. A thrill ran down my body. I'd never done this to a member of my own species... I'd never forced myself upon another Folami... I'd only committed such acts against that felines, and I felt nothing over because I hated the scum. This was different, and at the same time the same. Another thrill coursed through my body.

After allowing her long enough to anticipate, the fear, to anxiously wait for it to all be over, I moved in. Wrapping one front leg around her waste, and placeing the other beside her on the ground to help support my weight, I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "и Теперь I повредить Ваша душа"

And Now I Corrupt Your Soul







Once I'd finished my deed with her body, I took a long moment to relax before removing myself from her. Once I was content, I got off her back. Taking a moment to savor what had just occurred, I mused at her. "Good Girl. See now, you made it easy on yourself." By now it had almost stopped raining all together, which meant that shortly the clouds would follow. I needed to leave. With one last look, I breathed in a deep wiff of her scent and smiled. Ah, it had been a good night for me. Stepping forward, I gave her a teasing lick on the side of her face, then faded into the shadows before light and scent could return. I cared not for the impact I'd had on her world, for I had had my fun, and thats all that mattered.


ooc;// not sure if I love or hate this post...

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I was scared. All the logic in the world could not keep me from being afraid. In fact, it could make the terror all the worse. Where most people would let their imaginations run wild with all the things this man could make them do when life is in the balance, I just had the cold, hard truth running through my mind. There were many things I would do to save my life. Another might stand here thinking they are a hero that would willingly die to protect another, it was all just a fairytale. Yes, most of us had dogs that we would die for. I had Carska. She had been a mother to me even when I had initially betrayed her. Then there was Mahal. As much as I hated to admit it, I would still die for him. However, another dog might stand here and spend their last moments believing they were doing some good. But I knew the truth. There were many dogs, most dogs even, that I would not die for. If this man said it was either I did, or I go and trick Ayita into a trap, I would trick Ayita into a trap. Then there was the fact that I realized that most would not--even if I stand here and defied him and he took my life because I said no, I would not murder Carska, odds are he'd kill me and then find someone else who would kill Carska. I would be no great hero, just another pointless death. This is when logic became my enemy.

When the Russian came, my quick breathing slowed and I focused back to this dog slithering so very close. It was a rough translation, but he was certainly stating something about harming my soul. My eyes widened. This could mean one of two things. One, he was about to make me hurt someone. If I were a spiritual dog, I would believe murder to taint my soul. Then there was the alternative. In the Bible it is said that when a man rapes a women, the women has become just as unpure as the man, if not more so. Even though it was forced, she is now a harlot unless the rapist claims her as a wife soon after.

Then the contact came.



CENSOR CENSOR CENSOR



Easy on myself. Good girl. Compliments. Jagged bits of class clashing through my skull. My eyes were closed, ears back, jaw locked. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. There were suddenly gods for me to answer to. It seemed surreal. Even as he was gone from the picture, I let my legs give way beneath me and I just lay there, motionless. I had never believed in a god until now as I had done something wrong. I had not fought him. If I had I would have died, but that would have been better. What if I become pregnant with a sinner's pups? What if I have contracted a disease?

Pregnancy scared me more.

That man had been a large folami. The folami genes are dominant. I would not survive. I was going to die anyway. I stood up quickly, locking my knees and eyes falling open into wide circles. A loophole in the contract--he had gotten what he wanted and I was still going to die. Unless he was not potent. Oh Skoll I hope he wasn't potent. I never asked the god for anything before, hell if I even believed he existed, but he had to allow me this one free pass. Keep me pup-free and I will one day lead someone to him. That is what a god wants, yes? I was panicking, but all the while I was just a rigid hound in the middle of a scrub-land, staring hysterically at nothing but drizzles of rain. I sat down. I threw my head back. And I howled.

There is no logic to explain some instincts. This time it just felt right.