There's someone else here...|OPEN|

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[atrb=background,http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x291/Foxpelt/Proboards/Wolven%20Crosshairs/BuellMiddleLargecopy-2.png] {{ One fine day in the middle of the night! Two dead boys got up to fight!}} {{ Altered whispers flew through the air, like a scratch on a record, their pitch high, and their echo lingering. Like gravel on a back road, or like nails grinding over the surface of a chalk board, the whispers flashed through the air, the words unclear, masked by the ghostly cry they had been spoken in. The whispers, they continued into the night, never ending, they had begun at ten, and now, it was nearly three, and they were growing louder, more distinct, higher pitched... eerier. Words now identified, after so long, but even presently, it made no sense. The whispers, they spoke of two, walking dead boys... fighting. But how was this possible?}} {{ Back to back they faced one another... They drew their swords and they shot each other!}} {{ The demonic, and fucked-up poetry went on, its meaning more and more unclear. It made no sense, what was it talking about, what was even going on here? The air, thick with musk and fog normally, twas now thicker, almost black, with a dark aura, it lingered slowly in the air, the invisible darkness swallowing you, suffocating you. There was no escape, where you ran, it ran. When you turned, it turned. When you closed your eyes... it was there, staring at you, mocking your fear. Just... before... it struck.}} {{ The deaf police man heard the noise... and he came and he killed those two dead boys!}} {{ Again, the whispers went on, there was no end, no stopping point. It was an on going cycle up until now, when they ended... at long last, with the screech of a demon, a deep throated, cry, exclaiming the lyric boys. But all was peaceful, bliss, safe.... or so it seemed. Silence, followed, there was no more sound, and everything went still, while the hidden darkness stayed, still suffocating, teasing. Something was different, though. There was an unsettling shift in the atmosphere, it was very uncomfortable, eerie, and still. The silence around them, was still, and eerie, the fog was the only thing moving, while there were one... two... three different dark auras settled in the air. There was something here...}} {{ Suddenly, thrashing out of the fog, and exploding into the thick air around the mountains, was a scream. It was a deep scream, the cry of a demon, in pain, his voice scratching, and his pitch alternating erratically. His cry was almost enough to make one go deaf, ear piercing, you might say, it lingered in the air as a ghostly echo long after its owner had fallen. What the hell was that?}} {{ Below, beneath the fog, surrounded by darkness, blood had been shed. It was a mess, a fountain of the copper-scented maroon flying from deep wounds, and splattering like thick paint on the cold dirt below. There was a wolf, he had been injured, his fur like a Siberian Husky, but eyes blacker than the night, and blood stained pelt running down from the pit of his eyes. But the culprit was no where to be found, the brute was the only thing in sight, and the only thing there... so it seemed. He was crouched down on the cold dirt, surrounded by a thick puddle of his own, dark blood, his snout to the ground, taking in the strong, thick scent like copper. His back had several great gashes in them, too extreme to be dealt by a wolf, and too claw like for a human, but there was no cat in the area. Something had attacked him, and it had disappeared into thin air, and it seemed as if he didn't even care.}} {{ As he lay there, taking in the strong scent of his blood, he was still. His black eyes were blank, unreadable, his muscles completely relaxed, limp. Perhaps he was dead, he showed no sign of life, until a demented smile carved into his muzzle. His lips parted, and his own flat pink tongue slid cautiously out, running smoothly over the tiny lake of blood below, cupping, and taking the salty maroon liquid back into his mouth, before gulping. All the while, the smile remained, when his head lifted to the black skies above, eyes wide open, and lips pulled back far. I know you're there. His voice, once so deep, now so light, slithered out from his maw, and lingered lightly in the fog around him, quickly spreading to the mountain tops above. While his face, permanently plastered in an eerie expression, was still lifted to the skies above, watching, feeling.}}

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[novocaine]

If I had a world of my own
Everything will be nonsense, nothing will be what it is
Because everything will be what it isn't

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It had been a long day, or had it? Anyway she was tired, or maybe it was the fog lulling her to sleep. In any case she waddled along swaying tiredly from side to side when she came across a little hole. Like a half-dug grave and she couldn't help herself from moving over to stand in it. Her paws sunk slightly leaving their mark in its soft soil. She wasn't terribly worried possibly because she was too tired at this time to be paranoid. The femme laid her body in the hole curling so that she could fit the whole of her body.

There was nothing going on in this empty little skull of hers. In fact her dark lids slid over her light greyish orbs and she lost all consciousness. Her heavy head dropped and landed with a thump on the ground and she was sleeping. Her sleep was no heavier than usual, she never slept heavy. The thick fog hid her multi-coloured frame and she was right at home shrouded in the unknown. Nova didn't need to dream, however, in order to toss and turn in her sleep. Really her some what large body did make quite a noise and so it was no wander that she would be awakened by a loud voice. The voice, it called to her.

I know you're there.

The young fae blinked a few times and groaned in irritation as she roused. The next was rather unexpected; Soft laughter echoed as it passed her maw and her forelimbs worked to lift her body off the ground. Little pieces of dirt clung to her fur. As she moved the small clumps of Earth that stuck to her soft fluffy pelt came loose and fell back to rejoin the rest. "Am I?" She asked, holding back laughter. "Or am I your mind's creation?" She practically cooed, her voice was soft and serious. She remained where she was, however still hidden by the Fog. Dark optics stared off in the direction that the voice had come from, or at least where she thought it came from. Large paws were firmly planted upon the soft Earth, her head was lowered and she was in defense mode waiting patiently for his next move. Patience was not something she found often, but this was a rare occasion when she was rudely interrupted upon lands bit her own. While at first there was some irritation now, she was ready to play.

And contrary wise what it is it wouldn't be
And what it wouldn't be it would
You see

Low muse, extremely distract, tired and HUNGRY. So I hope it's not too terrible to work with.

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/esperanzabackground.png] The Beast was walking across the terra. It's significant form drew attention from every insane and sane creature that managed to live through her nightmare. The thick fog clung to her pelt, though it was more like a friendly and protective gesture then trying to haunt her, for if you made the beast your enemy, any creature would not survive the year. The beast was a blood thirsty lupine who did things any other creature would shudder upon. She would dine upon a unexpecting foe, tearing it's pelt from muscle and muscle from bone, hearing their screams resound in her auds. Though instead of feeling sorry or wanting to turn back what she has done, the fae listened to the scream's, orbs dilating with the lust of death and destruction. Blood and pain was her own personal drug that made her crazed and do anything to get it, and well, she did these things without really taking notice. She was a pure nightmare still in the making, year's to come to cause trouble and bring pain to those around her, and now she had two foe's before her, though her demon had yet to sense them. A slight wind teased at the fae's pelt, a carcassing hand through each silken strand of charcoal and silver. The cold wetness brushing against her pink flesh, but she hardly took any notice. Her auds where pricked slightly, one sagging from which a hole was marked through from another creature, presumely catlike. Her orbs where in slits, their amber and emerald depth's glowing slightly, pupils dilated with a hidden emotion. Her jowls where parted, black lips curled back to show ivories dripping foul spittle that splashed on the terra. Her forked tongue, which she caused upon herself, flicked out as she tasted the air. The beast's neck was bulging with muscle, connecting to her wide chest and two long pillars that moved with a predator grace. Large paws brushed the terra, black claws digging gouges into the ground. Her banner was curled around her rear pillar's, for she found no use acting dominant. Each scar rippled alongside her muscle's for she was one with them. Each scar was a trophy of the battle's she fought and won, and this fae woar them proudly. Now, her nostrils flared deeply as the wind brought the scent of blood to her senses. Her orbs widened slightly and her demon roared through her blood, demanding control and to find the source of the sweet liquid that bured as it rolled down her throat. The beast turned her dome slightly, scanning the mountain's terrain, hoping to spot the lupine that would be her prey. Yet, she saw nothing, the darkness moving against her and she growled in defiance, the sound ready to make any creature flee with fright. Ivories still bared, she turned and began to follow the scent like a bloodhound on a trail. Every inch of her bodice was tense, muscle's ready to help their mistress with speed and strength to pin down the unexspecting victim and ivories aching to tear flesh from bone. Oh the fun she would have when she found the creature that was bleeding, and let her forked tongue slip out to lap up the liquid and taste the sweet, mouthwatering substance. Her bodice shivered with need and expectance, for she knew once she found the lupine, blood would be spilt in a greater amount and would satisfy her demon beyond imagine because the lupine was brute and she had not had a brute as a play thing in ages. Then, the wind came forth again. He pressed against her sense's, telling of another lupine, a fae. She hissed in aggression and stopped, orbs moving through the mist. Then, she heard the brute's voice and the slutty voice of the fae. Her demon demanded that she head for the brute, but the beast rumbled about going for the weaker being first. Her demon grumbled but agreed, just wanting to taste muscle in her jowls. Yet, her mind shifted and she thought about making a appearence first instead of outright killing them, that would be more fun. Moving with the fog, thankfully her pelt was almost the same color, she spotted the fae first and scanned her. No problem if she wanted to take her down, though the beast might gain some wounds. Her gaze flicked away as she padded forth, a silent beast hidden within the grasp of the fog that sheltered her. Her nostrils took in the brute's masculine esscence as he came into sight, more magnificent then the fae, and his blood making her blood pound and feminem esscence pant with need. Oh how much of a toy he could be! The beast stopped, even though her demon screamed for a taste of blood. Giving in, the beast moved until she was a few inches of the brute. Her gaze held his for mere seconds then her dome dropped as she scented the blood and her forked tongue slipped free to taste it. Oh how delicious it was! She savored the salty tang as her dome lifted once more, and spoke Blood is a good drink to have, be careful brute for I savor it. Oh yessss me and my demon do she hissed, forked tongue flicking out and almost touched his nose. She grinned as fog rolled over them, and she moved away, into the shadow's and out of sight. The beast appeared in front of the fae, and she gave her a few view of her ivories Oo, looky what we got here. A fae who looks so delicious!! Yum! Now I got something to tear to shreds! her lyrics where dark and dangerous, even though it held a tang of exciment. The beast then dissapeared again, loving her game she was playing on the two. She was a she-devil known as Esperanza and this was one of her many games, oh how she loved her game's. These two lupine's where her next victims, though the two might be set free for she was in a good mood for a bit.

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[novocaine]

Dark shaded eyes shifted, searching the fog for the owners of each voice. The male seemed to think he was scary, but the voice, it was oddly familiar. The attitude only matched every Vittorio wolf she'd ever known and she hated to think her home was filled with such fools as this. The female, Nova's eyes narrowed, glaring at the place she thought the female stood. The female talked a lot, so many words to say so little. She sounded like she had a lot to say, but, it came out only as fumbling and ignorance. There was a fine line between insanity and trying to hard to seem insane. The female had crossed it and suddenly Novocaine felt as though she were far too perfect to speak to two such as these. Perhaps later on the two would be useful, but on a personal level she could not see herself conversing with such fools.

The scent of blood lingered, fresh blood. Her neck craned forward, nose sniffing about like a killer rabbit. Then the voice came again, shouting in anger, her neck retracted and curled and her dark eyes watched the curtain of fog for a moment longer. A soft sigh passed her maw and the banshee's breath swirled around mixing with the fog. Was there no one to match her brilliance? No one in the world? Well, she could at least have a little fun, no? Her body moved away from the pair, unsure of where to begin. Steady limbs transferred her body from one side of where she thought the two stood, to the other. "Dear me." She hissed through clenched jaws and then allowed herself a moment to relax. "I'm certain that pretty face just doesn't look quite the same twisted with anger. Careful, it might stick like that." Her voice was now kind, concerned, serious even, she played her little game well. She worked to remain hidden. Perhaps the two would begin to fight or something, and Nova would then slip away, or maybe she should slip away now? Half opened vaults remained on that one spot and her dark auds kept her alert.

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[atrb=background,http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Lordess_Lynzee_Beckett_x0/esperanzabackground.png] The fae glanced at the brute for a fraction of a second. His lyrics meant nothing to her, but to her demon it did. The little bitch inside her yanked at Esperanza's reins and took over. Orb's darkened slightly as her bitch peered out of her orb's, and a snarl erupted from her jowls. It was louder and thicker, for between the two, they sounded way different. That was comforting...somehow as Espy's mind watched from the shadow's. She wasn't like her beast but still...they where one soul and one body. So as her beast forced her bodice into action, Esperanza just watched. She glided over to the fallen creature and snarled softly. He was a pathetic thing to have allowed himself to be hurt. She let her dome drop until her nose pressed his Bastard. I would kill you, but my companion, Esperanza need's your alliance so be thankful. I am the demon in her...and will kill you if i have to her lyrics where still hissed and dangerous. They wounded nothing like the lyrics before, for they where harsher, thicker, and darker for it wasn't Espy speaking them...no it was not. Her demon was raging and wanted to slice his throat and feel his thick blood in her jowls as she watched the light seep from his orbs. He was a mongrel who she wanted to kill, for he was one those things that killed her demonic kind and she hated him for it. Slowly, yet reluctantly, she slipped out of Esperanza's bodice to sit in the back of her mind, agitated. Espy was shocked at first for it seemed her demon wasn't there and she was glad that she almost felt wolven. A sigh escaped her maw and she spoke softly Idiot you are for agitating it. Though I will help you her lyrics where softer, yet had the venomous edge. This brute would be in her debt when she was done with him, and would pay it with a alliance. That's all she wanted, a fucking alliance and she would be happy. Turning, her jowls brushed his wounds and she began to lick them, wincing for she knew he could attack her, for her pillar's where in snapping distance. Then she shrugged it off. If he wanted to kill her, dammit then he could try. She didn't have the time to bother with keeping away for then she could not help him. Her orbs closed slightly as the thick, rich taste of blood filled her jowls but she was still worried. Her saliva would help kill bacteria and all, but still the blood was flowing. Rising onto her back pillar's, she brought her paw's onto his back to stop the bleeding, putting pressure on all the wounds and making sure she did no more damage. When that was done, she dropped down once more and put her shoulder against his. She was not going to speak, but it was clear she was going to help this mongrel up, if he even wanted to get up in the first place. He was darn lucky she had a bit of a heart and wanted peace between their packs.

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