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Post by Ilyich on May 29, 2011 8:39:39 GMT -8
Standing At The Heart Of The Disease
Heat rippled in never ending waves across his body. Laying upon the age old burns the man blended oddly into the painting. Sharp angular brush strokes made out the brown-black body, glowing pits of white-blue locking in the center of a black mask crossed across the crude face. Ash seemed to be in abundance here, its heat pricked at his underbelly. Stories floated around this blacked out ground. Fires ravaged in the memories of long forgotten ancestors. Things passed down through words. Interest in the scorched earth had drawn the wiry man towards them.
Now he rested easily, black muzzle rested on equally dark paws. Nothing about this place had been particularly powerful. The myths and stories were true enough, flames still ravaged in small cupped bowls before vanishing. The spirits of this plain whispered with fear and agony, and as his ears tilted they caught each new cry. Music. The tones of panic rippled across a state only he could hear in his current rest amongst the ghouls of the past. A cruel smile twisted his features.
Wails and cries from already dead creatures echoed vanished and reappeared in his mind. It could drive a man mad, if he wasn't already there. Or past there. The brute shifted, long placed ash falling away from his form as he stood. What life here had died and become haunting terrors. Nothing here new what had happened, what they should do. They had become trapped on plane he tapped readily. In some state of limbo his attentions brought them forward in droves. Pleas for help, cries for forgiveness, they all met unsympathetic ears.
He cared not for the dead and their wishes. Paradox tilted his head, homing in searching for a particular voice but her words were drowned out by the other voices. Anger rippled through him. Bastards were hiding his possession from him. Lashing around with a sharp snap of his jaws he broke the connection, the voices and misery fading from his skull.Flicking away the lasting spider webs the man took a small pace to the side before sitting down again. Heat touched his face and whispered away, a piece of ash caught and blown off once again.
It woke him up a bit, drawing him out of his lit into the spirit's world. The spark drew slight pain in its heat across his snout and with a snarl he jerked away from its flaming caress. Stupid black substance. It was everywhere, and in his pacing he had found many more heated bundles, catching their anger with his paws and stomach. It was infuriating, how they attacked with no real reason or substance. It was infuriating that he couldn't pummel them into the dirt for their insolence.
ooc:// sorry for the fail post Dx
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 29, 2011 9:27:21 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
Tantilizing- his first kill. The raw flesh seemed to melt and slide down his throat, he didn't have to chew. This hunt was a gift from the gods, even if it was downed in an odd patch of land with an odd stroke of luck. Taboo had tracked this ragged doe from below the mountains- stalking her for hours, a game of sorts. The whole while he was fantasizing what her back straps would taste like- how the sound of her legs would sound as he crushed them within his powerful jaws; and now he had her. He had watched as the light flickered from her eyes, her soul leaving her body with one last pleading gasp from a hole within her throat.
The deers nostrils were coated in mucus- bodily waste expelling upon death. It was a disgusting site, the smell would have been gut wrenching if he were not use to it. Death was a part of his daily life- or weekly, depending on how often he was able to eat. This was his first kill since he had joined Martyr not two days ago- and his first kill in a week. The pain he had experience in his stomach within that week had been terrifying- he was so weak he could hardly chase down a morsel when it crossed his path, but fortunately he had stumbled upon a doe nearing the end of her life already.
Taboo had torn through muscle and fur, worked his way from her neck to just behind her front legs- and he enjoyed every bite of it, as much as you can enjoy gorging yourself without chewing. Now he found himself cracking the bones of her rib cage- exposing her heart, the one thing he vowed never to touch. A heart, to him, held all of ones emotions- held your soul and life force, all your life teachings. He didn't find the brain accountable for any of the above.
The mosaic colored male growled from somewhere deep in his chest- nuzzling the muscle out of the way; covering the front of his chest in cooling crimson- matting his fur. The smell was intoxicating. Tail was tucked behind him, hidden from the side behind a massive leg, ears pinned against his skull- blood in the ears was never a fun feeling so he tried to keep them out of the way.
The land on which he had downed his prey smelled odd- charred. Ash rested in the air- as if it were another necessity to the body, as if he needed to intake it to live. Taboo had never seen a place like this. The ground beneath his feet was warm, almost scorching the tender pads he walked on- how was it this place was so warm? It wasn't humid- but still almost stiffling, so much soot and ash- charred bark and limbs were scattered about the place. He was sure that what he didn't finish of his meal- would soon be covered in a fine layer of black particles.
Imperial eyes grew large, like a deer in the headlights. Ears perked forward, muscles in his back quivering- ah the transformation was upon him. Making the wrong appearance at the wrong time- again. If he were running a business and it was one of the acts, it would have been fired long ago. Jaws clenched, as he swallowed the last bite of his meal; the transformation was getting a little less painful each time he went through it- and it was about time, it had been a while since his last one; but during his meal? An annoyced cry left him- damnit all.
After a series of sickening cracks and pops had subsided- a brown cottontail stood nose deep within the deer's chest cavity. Blood matting and drying on a good portion of it's body. An odd site- a carnivorous rabbit, yummy.
Taboo opened his mouth- as if to take another bite, teeth clasping firmly around the deer's skin, but alas worn bucked teeth kept him from piercing the meal. Ah- well, it was going into rigor mortis anyway, the bit that was left would have become tough and sinewy. Mumbling- the rabbit removed himself from the mush of the deer's chest cavity; moving not a foot away he began to clean himself- little pink tongue licking between his toes.
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Post by Ilyich on May 29, 2011 10:37:30 GMT -8
Standing At The Heart Of The Disease
The stench of blood brought his attention to the surrounding world. His bubble slipped away and with interest he turned towards the scent. Head tilted the man stepped after it, that cloying rope tightened into his nose. It was such a beautiful smell, even if it was the less tantalizing reek of herbivore. Blood was blood and the iron texture appealed to him. It drove him forward, paws placed at neat angles to catch the dark ground. Careful to hide himself away the man moved in slow slinking steps.
The scent of a kill was powerful and it wasn't all that old. Paradox kept low, eyes flashing. What sleepy full creature was at the end of this trail flung so far upon the winds? What easy kill? The man smiled coldly, lips curled back away from yellow-white teeth. The creature drew himself in slow rocking steps. He was more snake then wolf, his slithering steps promising violence. Ambush. But it would take some wile to move, he supposed. But it would not. The scent was fresher then he would have thought and it led to...
To one of the most interesting things the man had ever rested his eyes on.
The man froze for one full second unsure of what the hell had just happened to the world. "What the hell?" Frankly one can not keep composure when finding a hare wrapped up in a cloak of blood. Blue eyes straining in their black mask the man pulled back, dropping his snout to snarl at the coal dust that made up his pedestal. Giving up on any semblance of sanity the man stood in one deft motion, dragging dust and ash up into the swirling air with him. Stalking furiously forward he made for the rabbit, eyes a flame with curiosity. A lust for knowledge. He must know. He will know.
"You!" Teeth snapped together, meshing into violent sound as the closed. "What is the meaning of this trickery! Those are wolf marks upon that kill" The duel toned man took no heed to normalcy. He was aware that he was yelling at a rabbit, he was well aware that it was crazy that he should expect an answer. And yet he did. If he didn't get one he would beet the answer from the brown cotton tail so calmly licking at it's toes.
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 29, 2011 11:06:59 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
The taste wasn't so different now that the crimson paint soaked through his own fur, wetting his skin- slippery, like a snake. Though far from a snake he was, small in stature and thriving on four legs- two of which could propel him forward through the air, if he so chose to do so. Sickly sweet, the aroma wafted into his nostrils- pupils constricting, enlarging violet iris'. As alluring as his bath was, he couldn't help but being startled out of hit wits. He should have been ready- the scent of a male-wolf was heavy on the air before, he figured these were claimed lands and therefore had been marked. Was this an Alpha? He was still on wobbly ground with who everyone was.
Primal instinct kicked in- fear coursing through his veins, blood rushing to his temple. Instant headache to top everything off. The young buck squealed in fear- propelling himself away from the wolf and back towards his riggored meal. The male had snuck up on him- come from nowhere, he should have been on his guard. Hadn't he learned to never let his guard down- ever since this happened to him? He was always put into a hard situation.
He had nowhere to hide- the nearest seeable getaway was too far- the would was much faster than he and would over power him in no time. He, for one, did not want to feel the sudden intrusion of canines into his flank! Taboo shuttered- teeth clicking together, a chatter sound almost like a prairie dog; his warning defense. He might not be large, but he should be able to gouge out and eye before he is stripped of his life.
The rabbit tentively stepped backwards- stepping into the remains of an ungulate. The sound that came from the movement was gut wrenching- spine chilling, but he continuing backing up- soon working his way up into the deer's stomach cavity, hiding beneath broken ribs and torn flesh; warm carcass pressing in on all sides of him. It was an odd sight indeed. This was not normal rabbit behavior- one would have split without a second thought.
Words came from within a hollowed chest cavity- wavering with a slight indistiguishable accent, "But they are wolf markings! The small jaw closed, ears twitching as he awaited the male-wolf's reply; the thing seemed mad! It had come at him with such speed and determination! Surely this was the end of his life. A sad sound echoed towards Para, almost like the rabbit was chattering mournfully.
A pause, the next few words distant- the light within the rabbit's eyes bright, "Surely, you find it maddening to be talking to a rabbit!"
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Post by Ilyich on May 29, 2011 11:27:24 GMT -8
Standing At The Heart Of The Disease
The creature's fear did nothing but draw him closer. Knowledge gave way to the need to feel higher. Better. Dominant. Even if it was over a rabbit. The sick smile pulled into being on his face and with a snarl he stalked after the brown rodent as it crept into its bloody hiding place. What a fitting tomb that could prove to be. Paradox peered in on it, sniffing out its fear and salivating at the mixture of blood and terror. A combination he thrived off of.
A paw came forward, lashing out at the toughness of rib and muscle. He would pound madness into the smaller animal. Make it come out. Make it answer him. Paradox ripped his fangs into the deer, not caring for the sweat joy that flitted off his tongue. The carcass waved madly under his fangs. Let that mammal be flung from his womb of flesh into the open world where Paradox would be bale to hold him down. Certainty came only when his fangs were closed around his quarry.
The voice in its sharp tones and clanging fear stopped his mad flaying. Pausing in his torment, Paradox dropped his skull again, icy blue eyes peering into the darkness of the cavity. "Of course they are" Anger crept at the edges of the tone, its most outward ringing that of intense annoyance. "So where is the wolf I smell? The one I came to..." Paradox fell off his sentence deciding the lesser thing didn't need to know why he had come. His eyes narrowed, forcing their rods to catch what little light there was. He would see the hare, and the white flash of colorless fur at his back.
Again the rodent's words gave him pause. That was true, he was talking to a rabbit. But what did he care? It had answered him in a way. It had yet to answer him completely. Slowly sliding into a crouch before the only freedom, Paradox scoffed into the smell of deer blood and rabbit. It scented of male wolf as well, close and new and yet no such creature appeared. "Your talking back, ain't ya? And besides when one is use to talking to dead people one is not surprised when other odd things start talking." Yes he was mad, mad as a hatter. He gave a small crack of a grin, coy and dangerous. "Madness runs in the family, though."
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 29, 2011 12:00:43 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
Runs in the family? That wasn't a very reassuring thought as the carnivore tore into his hiding place. The rabbit hunched down, squealing as the carcass rattled and rolled with each tear. This needed to stop, or he was going to lose a body limb! He had to think of something fast- before this wolf decided to eat him for dinner as well. Taboo was almost furious this rouge decided to finish off his meal, how rude.
The small pink nose twitched, whiskers tickling his own ears. The small lapine body shivered- if he said the wrong thing, he could die...if he told the true...he could die. What exactly did he have to lose? Nothing- that was the simple fact. He was prey and this predator was giving him a fair chance, as fair as any he had ever heard of!
Taboo stepped gingerly forward, nearing the great brute- head titled upwards, nose pointed underneath the wolf's ribcage; ears barely brushing the course fur of the warm-blooded beast. Words were stuttered- and not thought out but his sentences were audible and understandable. He sounded as if he were a small child talking, inexperienced in his way, "The wolf was here, Sir. You see, something horrible happened to him; something so unexplainable even you wouldn't believe it- if I told you..."
He left out a quick gust of air- deflating his lungs and taking another breathe, possibly the last he might ever make. He nibbled on his bottom lip, violet eyes welled up in tears, he had no idea how he was going to explain what had happened at all. How the wolf was there one moment and then left a perfectly good meal to the elements- especially to the elements of a place like this, "You see, what happened was he was standing here- munching away on a delicious tibia- and then the most horrible- atrocious thing ever happened!...
He paused again, dragging it out, "..I farted! His poor sense of smell couldn't bare to be around it anymore! He ran for the hills so fast, I think he left his panties behind...." The rabbit looked up at the male wolf- tears rolling down his cheeks- convincing, but not so much. He probably just made the biggest mistake of his life.
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Post by Ilyich on May 29, 2011 14:54:02 GMT -8
Standing At The Heart Of The Disease
Backing up to release the hare from his den of flesh Paradox narrowed his mind into thought. This small animal had no abililty to produce the kind of reaction he was professing. None at all. Brown ears flicked back atop his skull. "Little animal, what are you fooling at?" He stepped forward threateningly. Those tears were drooling fear and nothing else. Annoyance pricked at the thin brute's heart. His eyes drilled darkly into the smaller creature. A vicious smile pulled up on his lips. Would he get a game out of this after all. Ah but wait. His ears cocked forward, nose twitching.
Gifts came in abundance now a days. His own spirit talking was not simply madness personified. Perhaps this rabbit was indeed a much greater beast. The smile on his face fleshed into violent promise. "Now are you going to tell me the truth, or am I going to have to rip it out of you?" This stupid animal had pulled out stops to halt this his inevitable telling but Paradox was not stupid. He was mad but not blindly so. It was insulting for the cotton tail to think as much.
Jaws parted, saliva clinging in strips between the teeth, sucking back to the root when they snapped. He had no qualms about playing at fears, at minds. Paradox took a step forward, ghosting almost gently towards the other. He enjoyed playing this game far too much. Tilting his head the boy stared down at the brown rodent, unimpressed by those tears. He took no shame from those drooling salty lines. He had no empathy, and such a thing would not be birthed now.
"Now you can run back into your bloody hiding place, or you could just talk" Paradox dropped his skull, pressing those horrid teeth closer to the smaller animal. Shock removed hiccups so why not a false mask? Some odd voice trailed into his mind, caching him from the side. Something about burning. Blue eyes rolled sideways, shifting from his prey to the creature shuddering into existence before his eyes. The dead girl's silver-gray pelt hung limp and charred about her, blind eyes stared about in terror. Mad he may be but that was no random vision brought on by a schizophrenic mind. It was a ghoul haunting him through its voice whispering so fearfully through his ears.
Swatting at the apparition with one black paw the man turned his attention back to the prey. "Nasty things the dead. They so love appearing when their least wanted" He cast an annoyed glance at the now silent spirit who sulked about to his left. She mumbled weakly, but his ears were closed to her, ignoring her efforts to whimper to him. Empathy as easily as it was lost never came again, and he felt no need to be kind to the dead. After all who the hell cared about a carcass that had long sense rotted. His attention returned fully to the tiny animal, a thing he could so easily crush between saliva thick fangs.
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Tagged ! Taboo
Lyrics ! Lions By LIGHTS
Notes !New design?
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 29, 2011 15:25:07 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
Neither option given sounded appealing- back into a smelly, mushy cave made from the flesh and bones of a once living creature, or into the smelly, mushy mouth of a still living creature. His options were slim and far between- thus reverting to him deciding that maybe now would be a good time to tell the truth. But could he tell what really happened to the wolf? The real explanation sounded a lot worse than the one about him farting. The first was a little more believable.
Had he seen the ghost figure? He saw something, his eyes were not so keen in this form- his hearing was off the charts. The rabbit couldn't help but to roll his eyes, the dead showing up at the wrong time really? His face turned expressionless- almost like he had forgotten what he was doing. Imperial eyes looked from the blurred figure of the she-wolf to the male before him- narrowing every so slightly, one would say he would quirk a brow; if he had any.
The rabbit puffed out his chest. The wolf wanted to know what happened to the other? Fine, he would spill. A storm forward would bring him almost touching the male-wolf, eyes raised to those ocean blues. "You want to know what happened to that wolf? Well you are looking at him buddy boy- and I don't appreciate you barging in and munching on my dinner without first checking to make sure I was done. Did it not look odd, finding a rabbit practically bathed in a river of blood?
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Post by Ilyich on May 29, 2011 18:04:14 GMT -8
Standing At The Heart Of The Disease
He stared down at the creature, listening with keen interest. A shifter then? Like those old legends but into a rabbit instead of a man. The boy had been robbed it would seem. Who wanted to turn into a hare? But a man, a human would have been a good deal. Apparently this boy couldn't haggle to save his life. Rolling his eyes at the threat Paradox sat down with a thump, pleased to have been given an answer that made sense. Weird crap was going down every where now a days, a rabbit-wolf would be no surprise any more.
But some inconsistencies in the rabbit-wolf's words pricked a new annoyance. "I wasn't eating your kill, Rabbit-Wolf. I was trying to beat you out of it" And it worked too so there. Head tilted down to peer at the (potential meal) animal, Paradox stare snake like in his unblinking watchfulness. Odd of course it looked odd, what did this rabbit take him for, stupid? Puffing out his cheeks Paradox huffed in the smaller mammal's face. "Why yes it did smart ass, that's why I had to tromp over here and see what was going on"
Winter blue eyes rolled, apparently annoyed by the brown nit-whit's inability to decipher anything. Honestly was it really that difficult to think he was merely curious? Or hungry. Bloody rabbit what a treat, yum yum. Humph. The man narrowed his eyes. "You stuck like that for any amount of time?"
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Lyrics ! Lions By LIGHTS
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 29, 2011 18:32:14 GMT -8
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[/div] Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here ` BUT TONIGHT I'M GONNA GIVE IN ONE LAST TIME ROCK YOU STRONG IN THESE ARMS OF MINE FORGET ALL THESE REGRETS THAT ARE BOUND TO FOLLOW WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - gasoline [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
Tab might not think- but this wolf was rude; calling someone a smart ass? He was just trying to keep from being eaten! Excuse him for wanting to save his hide- well maybe just a foot even. Someone needed a token to remember him by! At least, he thought someone needed a token to remember him by- people liked rabbit's feet yes?
And he was not a hare! He took great offense to anyone calling him a hare- he would rather be called a rodent, which apparently already happened in the past half an hour. He had to admit- this wolf seemed to think through plans, a much more feasiable approach than trying to just jump in head first and try to be funny about it. Apparently- this wolf wasn't like a cop, you couldn't get off with a warning if you made him laugh; hell he probably didn't even crack a smidgen of a smile.
Taboo's ears flattened against his skull- pointing towards his tail. The carcass was beginning to grow cold- flies were swarming, he wanted to move away from it- or for pete's sake out of it! What had possessed him to hide inside a dead animal anyway? The rabbit's eyes narrowed- a sigh escaping partially parted lips. "Truth is, I don't know how long I am stuck in this ridiculously cute body; sometimes it is for a whole day and other times it is just for a few moments. I havn't figured out what is happening to me yet..."
He wondered if anything off happened to this one, like that. He hadn't seemed surprised to find out Taboo was a shifter. The rabbit wasn't going to risk asking- this one was much larger and had the bigger bite, he would let him call the shots for the time being.
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Post by Ilyich on May 31, 2011 8:14:08 GMT -8
Standing At The Heart Of The Disease
No idea? What fun. Paradox turned suddenly vicious eyes on the shape shifter. The near-white iris's contracted into the expanding pupils, violence promised in an almost drug like reaction to helplessness. A paw was lifted, placed gently in the grass close to the other animal. "Is that so?" the tones came from him in a soft whisper. Snake like in their chimes, the speech could mean nothing good for the rabbit. What fun.
"And you didn't bring a big wolf to guard you? Not that I'm complaining." The smile that drug itself across his maw could only be categorized as a purely sadistic overturn. What a stupid bunny. Cotton for brains. Brown body shifting the man pressed down wards, teeth bared in intense amusement. He had the rabbit cornered in all senses, his bulk blocking the fore exits and side exists. To the brown creature's back was a bloody stiffening deer that was simply a canteen for death. He could back into it again, but that would only leave him more trapped then he was now.
"You've been left so open to the violence of the world" What a violent world it was. When people like him ran about so giddy at the thought of toying with his food it was a sign that the world was seriously at a loss. Poor rabbit-wolf getting caught up in Paradox's game. He should have run away before he had given the ice-eyed man this power. No one to save him. Not big enough to save himself. Paradox's smile contorted, its already black edges curling up in threat of sadistic destruction.
Paradox was a vile man, a thing he was well aware of. Watching his prey the black masked wolf slit back his lips baring ivory fangs. The daggers gleamed with malice. He had not always been a vile man, but time had worn away his sanity. Now he wanted only himself, and what joy came from utter dominance. Violence was a drug, and terror an inhalant. Whatever the rabbit's move he would take no hesitation for its body. Oh but he didn't kill those not on his list... He would just play with him a bit. Just a little bit.
Woof
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Tagged ! Taboo
Lyrics ! Lions By LIGHTS
Notes ! we did plot for mental damage xD
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Post by ✞ Taboo ✞ on May 31, 2011 10:05:54 GMT -8
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[/div] Far from home on a road unknown ` WE ARE THE LONG FORGOTTEN SONS AND DAUGHTERS THAT DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE WE ARE ALONE UNDER THIS SUN WE WORK TO FIX THE WORK THAT YOU'VE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - undone [/td][/tr] [tr][td][atrb=width,240]
Pure terror flooded the rabbit's veins, he couldn't run- no, there was a carcass blocking his only exit; but what if- the rabbit stared horrified, mouth agape at the looming figure. Ice eyes seemed to pierce the veil of his soul- pulling him closer to the best. No! He would fight if need be, had to. Adrenaline pulsed through his body- muscles spasming, he was not going to let a wolf bully him- a wolf who's breathe smelled of death.
The rabbit leaped upwards- towards the wolf's face. If he analyzed it right, he would be able to use the wolf's nose as a springboard to propel himself onto it's back. Hah! Good luck trying to reach him there! No doubt the wolf would find a way to fling him off, but at least he would not be stuck between a being of death and death itself. The wolf was mad- he had gotten crazier, was that even a word, in a matter of seconds.
He was headstrong, he didn't need another wolf to guard him like he was an escaped fugative. No, the rabbit shape was not much- and he couldn't cover great distances but he was agile and nimble.
Sides rose and fell as he positioned himself just behind the wolf's head- forcing it's face towards the ground. He couldn't fight him if he was going to eat him- but he could sure try as heck- and right now, in his mind, the wolf was trying to eat him. Damn prey instinct!
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