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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Jul 31, 2005 11:32:04 GMT
Pain, damage, anger, fear. Blood, liquid, darkness, clear. Ache, message, flaming, stars. Death, torture, heat, mars. Cries of scare and anguish wafted throughout the middle of the night; Sealla's peake. Heads, blood, various body parts and tufts of her own fur was scattered around the floor of her home. But these were the parts of other animals, especially the passing herd of stag and two hippogriffs. Viciously mauled, charred and unrecognisable animals' blood cloaked her once black form, but this was different, to an extent. The lycan was a mixture of human and wolf, as if stuck in between changing forms, or if she were an old-fashioned were-wolf. A muzzle on a human's face, her whole body covered in black, twisted, stained fur, including human privates, long black hair streaming from her head down over her shoulders, a ripped silk black dress, legs like a wolf's hind ones, arms and hands like the forepaws and a shaggy black tail. The mutation of anger. After pressing gently on the last stag's collar bone so that it would be paralyzed, the curved black nail on her index finger sliced not too deeply from the middle of the animal's neck down to its groin, opening up each layer of skin. The animal snorted out breaths of panic and fear as the were-wolf-like thing placed the rat she held within her clutching claws under the torn skin. It began wriggling its way through the form, tearing and gnawing at the insides of the poor stag. With a horrid, terrifying howl piercing the night air after a long few moments, her pulled back right arm swung around and almost totally tore off the head of the tortured stag, killing it not quite instantly. As the cry dissapated, the arm reached back and dug deep through the rib cage of the dead stag, and with a few sickening slurps and crunches, the lungs were pulled out and tossed against the nearest tree, the impact almost knocking it over. Crossing her arms over her abdomen, her nails stabbed into her sides only the length of the claws and dragged themselves across her stomach, not deep enough to fatally damage any organs. A sickening snarl broke as the creature arched her back, letting the blood pour from her slices down over her fur, mingling with the hippogriff's on her legs. The jaws broke open again, letting out an indistinguishable cry, followed by fire flying like that of a muggle's flamethrower, scorching every body and tree nearest.
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Post by Xavier on Jul 31, 2005 18:48:47 GMT
OOC: *shivers*
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 1, 2005 3:37:04 GMT
Scorching forest, burning skin. Painful shivers, lover's whim. Loathing form, sweet delight. Soaring birds, torturous plight. Fire. Bright blue and orange flames unforgivingly burned everything the licking light touched. Although the creature had used her fire before, now was the time she was letting the given power slip through her mutated fingers, charring her muzzle lips as it had escaped her mouth. As the horrid outcry died painfully with only a few echoing replies, the thing swung her vicious looking face around, her hair swaying in the hot air, to see if there was anyone or anything around. If there was, it wouldn't be alive for much longer. The bleeding lips curled upwards into a warning snarl directly at the canopy of the tree in front of her, digging the claws on her toes into the ground. She looked utterly strange, standing on the balls of her feet. But they suddenly lept from the ground, launching the lycan into the air to collide a second lated head first with the tree, shuddering it vigorously. Another howl erupted, but this was deeper, almost like a call for another. But this wasn't it, because it ended in a daring growl as she slammed the crown of her head into the trunk again, making the poor tree shake harder than before. A little shriek came from a terrified girl as her clawing hands slipped from the branch she held onto for dear life, plummeting straight at the beast. This dragged her face sky-ward, along with her right arm as her fingers shaped themselves together like a spear. The next stomach-churning sound was from the girl's ribs breaking over Sealla's arm as she fell straight down, impaling herself from her front to her back. But there wasn't enough time for the dying student to get a last glimpse of what was killing her. Oh no. The last thing she would have seen was the bark of the tree she was crouched in not so many minutes ago. The skull shattered on impact as her body was flung from Sealla's arm. Crouching down, the nails of her claw-like hands stabbed deeply into her ankles, and when she pulled herself up straight, or as straight as she could stand, the deadly nails covered with many creatures' blood towed themselves up her legs, past the abdomen wound and up to her breasts. The silken black dress was torn to shreds now, and was limply hanging from her shaggy form. Again, a war-cry came from the beast, but this time filled to the brim with pain, not just anger.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 1, 2005 4:05:51 GMT
Darkness.and.fear Anxious.and.stress Nauseous.and.bleak Glowing.at.its.best Exertion.and.fright Right.within.the.night Panting and huffing, she staggered a few feet to the tree, still with the snarl wrought across her blood-stained muzzle, and with a quick movement of blurring limbs, the trunk of the dead tree was half cut. Effor within her body, it took a bit of strain to heave her left slit leg up and slam the pads of her foot into the tree. It was almost as if the blood that was being released from her own mutation was being replaced with dizziness and pain. There were two kinds of pain filling her mind. The physical, and the psychological, but these were totally blinded from the Lycan, for all she could see was red. Hiding her straining signs from the world wasn't easy, but it was put into effect. With her claws now wrenched over the dead student's arm, she placed the hand under her own, and with the strength she held, dug the blunt nails into her elongated muzzle, doing the same with her other hand at the same time. This screach, which was acompanied by a ball of orange flames, was the one to top the rest, rattling the bones and alight trees of everything around. The fire exploded against a giant shrub, scattering the little woodland creatures with the burning element as they scurried from the shelter. Sealla let her sliced, broken and bleeding muzzle open once again to release another deep, mournful howl into the night sky, once more ending in a paralysing snarl.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Aug 1, 2005 12:14:21 GMT
Slowly she screams. Every emotion at bay. All cryptic dreams. Long gone astray. Lifeless it seems. Awake another day.
Shhhhhhh... Toe to dirt, scarlet to beast, grasp to gloves. With uncountable purpose a shadowed, and long since suspected dead figure approached the howling, grotesque creature at the heart of the forest. Snaking like Medusa's children behind her, ivory whips of vanity trailed behind the demoness, shying away from the heat that encircled her frontal half. The fire from the crux of Sealla's heart had burnt the surrounding forest to smouldering ash, the trees all leaked carbon, coughing in splendid arrays of whispy grey smoke. Leather boots sounded Mai's arrival as she swept into the clearing, passing by a ring of fire, untouched and softly carressed, if anything, by the burning element. Clad in corsét and skirt, black adorned with crimson, the demoness lifted her lashes to the bruised branch of the tree above the lycaness, before spreading a weak and feigned smile along her sensual lips. Tracing patterns only perhaps she could see with her boots, she strolled cautiously towards Sealla, and circled the lycaness once, before kneeling behind her. With unmatched, and most admirable care, she slithered her arms forward between each arm of the lycaness, coaxing the sensitive, slightly furry sides of her body with delicate nails. Upon pressing her own breasts against the strong back of the war-torn female, Mai laced her own fingers together over Sealla's stomach, and rose, bringing the lycaness supportively to her feet, or hind legs, rather. Then, the demoness unclasped her hands and hastily stepped back, almost timidly from Sealla, mystery and intrigue swirling in her irises, along with a captivating allure of charm and adoration.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 1, 2005 12:32:01 GMT
Smothering flames. Motherly touch. Orderly games. Keeping tough. Elderly names. The fire's oxygen quickly snuffed out the Lycan's strong sense of smell, along with the quenching blood and torturous anger. Not coming close to even sensing another being around other than the pitiful endangered animals forced the mutation to give out a rather abrupt flinch as deathly pale arms slithered around her bleeding abdomen. But instead of lashing out, like her instincts screamed for her to do, she awaited for the reason those arms and hands were there, lightly digging into her wounds. Soon enough it was shown, and as soon as the arms had left her standing, battered form, the beast spun around threateningly on the pads of her paws and let out a warning snarl. It was Mai, the demoness Sealla had only met a few times, but she was cloaked in red, alike everything else around her. A threat. A danger. A scream mixed with a howl unleashed itself as the swiping, bloodied claws lashed out at Mai's own corsetted abdomen, slicing deep. Replacing her paw-like hands onto the ground, positioned like a wolf, Sealla growled like a domesticated rotwieler, warning the red-cloaked demoness not to come any closer. She lifted her left hind leg, and placed it further behind her, then her right, followed by her front limbs shortly. Clearly the Lycan was wounded beyond belief, and bleeding profusely.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 2, 2005 9:11:27 GMT
Shining night. Poisoned dreams. Lost innocence. Piercing screams.
Her rear end was almost brushing against the corpse that was only minutes old, and taking notice of this, it was grasped around the neck by her jaws and tossed straight at the wounded demoness, but the thing didn't even bother to take a glance at where it landed. Instead, claws digging into the earth, it bounded through the night, dodging trees only by mere inches as she raced deeper into the forest. Still running, it turned its head back around to see if Mai was pursuing, but this wasn't a smart idea, not that the beast could control her thoughts. It was almost like she had been driven mad. As she swung her head back around, noticing the trail of blood behind her, only half a metre in front of her was a thick tree, very much alive. Without any time to really respond, the mutation half leapt with a writhing of her body, and slammed into the tree. Had it been dead, it would have most likely been hollow, thus splintering with the first touch of her heavy form. Before Sealla had fallen though, with stabbing bark into her wounds, the claws of hers latched into the tree and instinctly climbed her way up, pressing the triangled ears flat against a furry, human and wolf-like head. Dragging such a weighty thing wasn't easy, but all that mattered was getting away from the red that drove her crazy, drove her out of her mind. No matter where she climbed and jumped from tree to tree though, there was no escape. Random critters raced away from the noisy, blooded beast, but one of them lacked in their speed, falling victim to the bone-crunching canines and molars under burned, viciously stinging lips.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 2, 2005 10:23:41 GMT
Blood spilling. Bone chilling. Nature's claw. Damaging war. From tree to tree the mere brushing of her fur set them alight, burning at the bark on the trees as well as the bark inside her. Dangerous snarls and howls pierced through the jaws of her charred lips. Anger, fierce anger, frightening anger. Red guided her footing, co-ordinated leaps charging back to the burning fleshy smell. Whilst running, the beast began to race on her hind legs as her clawing hands reached behind her neck. Sickening slices dove into the shoulder blades, separating skin from muscle and bone, and a hoarse cry came from her mind and body, a woman's scream and a howl. Releasing herself from her grip, her body shook with the pain she inflicted on herself, blood still pouring freely from both fresh and deep wounds. But still it pounded back through the forest, and through crimson vision was the Demoness cradling her wounds. A vicious, low howl fading into a snarl sped with the mutation, directly at Mai. Within seconds, the beast shoved her over, and jammed her canines deeply into her left arm, gnarling and chomping hard into the strong muscle and, eventually, bone. Having stepped off the Demoness, she was swung by her arm into the tree behind her, snapping the arm clean off. All the while, grunts and snarls were muffled from biting. It was tossed behind the mutation, the arm, and reaching down its own throat, pulled out a fiery string, strapping it around the left-over arm that was still attatched to the Demoness and then around the trunk of the tree she was smacked into like a doll.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Aug 2, 2005 11:20:02 GMT
Loose ribbons of blood. Energy fueled by flame. Tick of the clock, and here starts the game.
Inside your mind and heart. Take control, don't fall apart.
Over mortal intentions thou shalt fail. Under beastly fury thou shalt rise. Twist them together, and claim your prize. Confronting the demoness on heated paws, the lycaness snarled. Such a greeting, fit for one no better than herself. Closing her scarlet orbs, Mai sensed the panic in the aura slurring in distorted waves off Sealla, and the demoness tensed: perhaps a split of a second before lethal claws shot out and cut across her stomach. The visible quirk of her eyebrows and tension at her jaw confirmed the demoness had indeed felt the easy razors slip without effort through the gap between her corsét and skirts, parting not only the material, but her skin as well. Very clean mind you, though the mix in blood was sickening. Her gloved hand came to press against the wounded demoness, and she held it there for a good few minutes, healing herself while the lycaness stepped back and growled, telling Mai not to even dare to come any closer. The demoness didn't have any such intentions anyway, and as her wound kissed itself better, she simply replaced her hand by her side, and parted her dark lashes, fixing Sealla with a solid stare. In response, the lycaness swiftly threw the rotting corpse of the child at Mai's feet, causing the demoness to cock a brow plainly. Perhaps it was a distracting technique, for one might have thought so, the way Sealla doubled back and dashed off through the forest, scorching whatever foliage passed her by. Mai stayed put. Watching. Sealla hurled herself with quite obvious effort into the trunk of a tree, only thrusting her claws into it's skin in time to grapple it safely and clamber loudly up it's side. Though the uneven canopy made it difficult for the demoness to see, it appeared the lycaness was now dashing through the tree-tops, making a meal or forked head of anything in her path. Mai couldn't have been mistaken in thinking that Sealla was running from her. But why would the darling do such a thing when Mai hadn't even put a foot forward to follow? Pursing her lips silently, the demoness blinked in honest pity, before slowly turning on her heels and heading toward the opposite side of the forest. Not a moment later, Mai heard the crunching of leaves, bark, and twigs as a figure hurtled with speed and determination through the forest at her back, horrific cries stabbing the air, and the scent of Sealla's blood thickening in the precise nostrils of the demoness. Hit from behind. Mai's knees buckled and she toppled forward, just catching her upper half with her hands. A second later, one of those supported hands was tugged right out from underneath her. The grotesque tear of flesh by her ear concluded that it had in fact been torn - along with her arm - right off it's connection at her shoulder. A wave of blood crawled freely from the demoness' socket of an arm, and she took in a sharp breath of air, jamming her eyes shut at the overwhelming nausea that swept through her insides. Hot thread snuck it's way under Mai's remaining arm, then Sealla pulled the other end, and the demoness was pulled up lopsided to hang from the tree branch above herself: the toes of her boots just tickling the ground. A look of feigned agony plagued Mai's features, and she hung her head sadly, fingering the warm heat of the thread with her spider-like, gloved, fingers. Ignoring Sealla, she glanced behind the insecure beast and spotted her arm, laying still, and gloved. Moving her neck slightly so her cream tresses slid off her shoulder, Mai scratched at the thin thread gently with her dagger-tipped nails, before it finally frayed away and broke. She stepped back down to the ground, the momentum of gravity carrying her beautifully as she admired the flickering faerie-sized flames still sputtering in protest from the thread still attached to the tree. Reaching up to her mouth, Mai bit on the fingers of her glove and pulled it off quickly, then tossed it to sit beside her dormant arm as she knelt beside it. Picking her arm up by supporting it's elbow, she painfully braced the shoulder-joints of the two parts together, and with needed concentration, the horrible wound visibly began to patch itself together. Intricate strings of red, blue and black looped between each other, twisted around each other, and headed north, east, south and west, slowly connection the two parts of her momentarily decapitated body together once more. Testing the grip of each of her fingers, Mai brushed the faint bruise-mark of her wound with her uncovered thumb, before gloving that hand again and rising to her feet to face Sealla. Sealla still sat in the tree, half of her beautiful body mutilated beyond all recognition, the other half tormented by unbalanced and dangerous emotions. Despite the distracting thump, thump of the bloody pulse in her re-circulating arm, Mai bent her knees and leaned down on it to seat herself, moving her legs to an angle beside herself. Keeping her ruby-red gaze on Sealla, she raised a single finger to the lycaness and pulled it back toward herself twice; beckoning for Sealla to sit down in front of her.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 13, 2005 7:05:16 GMT
But instead of so tentatively joining the demoness, the beast charged once again, wrapping her claws deeply into Mai's arms, pushing her onto the ground in a roll. It didn't end there. The creature let go of her, tearing her nails from in her skin, and carelessly flung herself unintentionally from the Demoness.
There was a branch behind the two, which Sealla was now impaled on. A yelp and a growl came from somewhere in her gut, which was bleeding worse than before, the broken branch protruding from her insides. The creature pressed her legs and arms against the trunk of the tree that Mai was strapped onto, and shoved herself off the wood.
It landed on the side with a few snaps from her ribcage, but it didn't stop. It flipped from her side onto her front on all fours, and launched once again at Mai, her jaws aiming straight for the Demoness's throat.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Aug 13, 2005 14:38:43 GMT
Mai held her breath as the creature lurched forward and belted toward her at an alarming speed. Should she have even tried to move out of it's way she would have suffered anyhow. And so her arms flew up in front of her to protect herself, instinctively, and they were dug through with jagged claws, making the demoness clamp down her jaws hard at the slicing pain.
It was always ecstacy and agony at the same time, like a hot blade passing under the skin at lightning speeds. Too fast to comprehend until the aftermath of the wound sinks into the nervous system and pain rushes it's way through the blood near the cut. God, it was bliss and and stupor of unbearable abuse at the same time.
Her skin wrenched itself at mangled angles as Sealla suddenly threw herself backwards, slamming herself right back into a long branch. The demoness lowered her bleeding arms and winced at the sight of the tormented creature, such an ugly brute in a horrid state of matted fur and gut-wrenching excrutiation.
Upon thrusting her legs up against the tree, Sealla managed to kick herself back off the branch and landed hard on her side, with the loud crack of her side voicing a few broken ribs. Mai barely had time to glance at her own wounds, before the lycaness was hurtling herself full-throttle through the air, her bloody jaws directed at Mai's jugular.
CRACK. The back of Mai's hand slammed into Sealla's jaw, sending her backwards and away from the demoness. On impact, Sealla's lower jaw shattered easily, and the demoness lunged quickly to her feet, waiting for the lycaness to land hard, before launching herself at the creature at an incredible speed.
Smoke could have developed in the air behind the demoness as the speed she moved, and in less time than the split of a second she had her knees firmly on the back legs of the wolf, with Sealla on her side, and Mai's hands were secured with a vice-like grip on Sealla's front arms. Holding the lycaness down, she shot a malicious look through her scarlet eyes, before jerking Sealla's arms apart from each other and snapping their bones in opposing directions.
Letting them fall limp, she stood up off the creature and clawed the scruff of her, tugging her violently to her feet. Without a word, Mai pressed her hand against Sealla's lower back, by the wolf's rear, and drove the tensed palm of her other hand into the tip of her tail, pushing it into the lower end of her spine until the vertabrae in Sealla's tail crunched out of place.
That done, she wrapped her fingers around the she-wolf's tail and pulled backward, wrenching the tail clean from it's socket and sending half the inner bones out of the skin with a gross rupture of the flesh.
If Sealla kept pulling at Mai's strings, a few were bound to snap.
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Post by Sealla (Retired) on Aug 14, 2005 0:25:53 GMT
The snarl was ripped from her muzzle as the Demoness swung her hand at it, breaking her lower jaw like a window pane. The snarl turned into a yelp as she hit the ground, pain throbbing through her head. But then, in a quick flash, she was pinned to the ground, with both her arms being broken in odd directions. A war-cry sounded as she was pulled to her feet, lower back vertebrate and tail broken, jutting and pulled.
Though there was pain, the beast was beginning to numb from it, sending her body into overdrive in healing itself. The little strings of the bones were attatching themselves one by one, but they wouldn't be fully healed for at least half a day - without doing anything at all. With a swift, resounding crack, her arms were back into place, but not healed. Far from it. The beast swung herself around to face the demoness, with a kick to Mai's left thigh-bone. A mixture of gnashing claws and mere force was enough to break it in two.
Another war-cry unleashed, and the wolf-like thing forced her right hand's claws deep into Mai's lower abdomen, where her sexual organs were held. The force had made Sealla's arm slice at itself from the bones, but with the satisfaction of her claws no quite jutting out at Mai's lower back, she wrapped her hand around the spine. Force. Crushed spine. Vertebrate for vertebrate.
At that moment, the beast had so many wounds that anyone would have lost count, and soon, if her wounds wouldn't heal fast, she'd be losing blood.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Aug 14, 2005 6:52:53 GMT
Fúcking excruciating. The next instant, just after she blinked, and oh she shouldn't have, Mai's left femur was sent back wards out of her skin with the frontal force of Sealla's leg through her thigh. Her knees buckled, but she managed to simply balance upright on her planted feet, the heels of her boots giving surprising support. Blood gushed from the back of her leg, her femoral artery leaking everywhere. Gritting her teeth on the border of anger, Mai swallowed back the pain and sent her own body through a vicious regenerative cycle. It would have been over and healed in a matter of minutes, had it not been interrupted by the sudden numbness that blocked her nerve endings from her hips down. Oblivious to what had happened, Mai looked down, and almost puked all over Sealla's hand as it squirmed in her lower abdomen, claws tearing through her bladder and latching onto her uterus, thankfully not too close to the left or right, saving her ovaries. But like hell had the demoness ever felt anything near as painful in her life. The cry of the lycaness before she performed this sickeningly rude attack, was like the squeak of a mouse in comparison to the hellish roar that erupted from Mai's throat, sending her larynx screaming like the wildest banshee. A sudden crack that echoed through her whole body cut the demoness short, silencing her, as each and every vertebrae in her back popped out of place. She froze. Not paralyzed, but on the verge of it, and knowing this. With fury now rising through her heated insides, she maneuvered herself in a skilled way, and as though the fight was moving in re winded slow-motion, she bent forward in an unbearably slow and careful process of notching her spine back into place. Perfectly. That had been Sealla's chance to knock the demoness off her feet and perhaps win the brawl, but she hadn't taken it, and with a quick pressure of Mai's palms on her weakly-patched thigh, she healed what needed to be healed to allow her to move freely, though not without pain, and she rounded once more on the vulgar creature before her. If Sealla dared to play personal. Mai would show her how it was done. Throwing herself at Sealla, she thrust a punch to the creature's neck, sending the thyroid cartilage (Adam's apple) at the front of her neck, to the back. Clawing the back of Sealla's head until she had a good hold, Mai belted the wolf's face against her up-thrusted knee at least twenty times in repetition, shattering her nose and cheekbones. As blood began to splatter over the demoness', she threw Sealla's head back, and with the momentum of the creature leaning back just the slightest from the gravity of the throw, she drove her jagged nails into the lower abdomen of the she-wolf. Narrowing her eyes to furious slits, Mai curled her fingers around Sealla's ovaries, and pulled with a force that would make Satan himself sick. Tearing them from the very gut of the creature, she tossed them to the ground as though they were nothing of concern, then lunged at the creature once more and pushed her to the ground, Mai on top. Unsheathing a sharp silver dagger from the slip in the side of her boot, Mai pressed it against Sealla's neck. But she didn't stop there. She pushed the hilt of it into her carotid artery, stopping the blood flow to her brain, then without any further adieu, she brought her lips against Sealla's and slit the she-wolf's internal jugular, closing her eyes as the blood spurted out over her own face. Infertile and poisoned emotionally and physically, the writhing creature that had possessed Sealla had near to no chance of surviving what it had provoked in Mai. Holding onto no thoughts in particular, Mai kept her luscious lips pressed softly to Sealla's, pausing what felt like time in an eternal, agonizing bliss.
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Post by Xavier on Aug 17, 2005 1:50:35 GMT
OOC: Hope you don't mind my intrusion...I'll delete this if you do.
IC:
The silver Lycan had been out in the fringes of the Forest, looking for a fresh meal to feed what was left of his quickly diminishing family. Life was hard on the Lycans now. Vampires had killed many of the new generation, and many of the Elders had died off or gone onto new things. But not him. Not Xavier. He remained, a permanent cornerstone of the foundation that had been built so strong over time. He would not allow anyone else to die needlessly or be killed senselessly.
As Xavier quietly shadowed a strong buck that had been feeding nearby, he suddenly felt a sharp pain through his chest, and a cold, deathly feeling came over him. Xavier's legs fell out from under him, causing him to fall onto his belly. He gasped at the air which didn't seem to come easily to him. In his head, a thousand thoughts crossed through his mind. What happened? Why did he suddenly collapse like this? He could feel himself buring all over, almost as if he had been injured in every place that felt that way. His stomach, his throat, his back, his legs...everything burned. He gave out a weak howl in pain. He looked at himself, bewildered at the fact that he himself was not physically injured.
What the f*** is happening to me?! he thought in frustration.
Gathering the strength needed to stand, Xavier carefully put himself back on his feet, then took a whiff of the night air. Something didn't seem right. Something...SOMEBODY...was hurt, dying. Someone close to him. He didn't know who at first. He closed his eyes and racked his brain for just a moment.
His eyes snapped open in horror. How could he have been so stupid! SEALLA! She was dying! This time, he knew she wasn't coming back. His senses heightened, he could hear the end of a raging battle deeper in the forest, he could smell blood, both Lycan and not. He heard subtle cracks and roars, slashing and spurting.
Oh, God, no. She's gone too far! No! It's not possible!
New energy flowed through Xavier's veins as he took off from his stance with the speed that only Lycans possessed, leaving behind a cloud of dust. He ran through the depths of the Forest, faster and faster, around trees and brush, over small streams and under fallen trunks. He flew by many a forest creature who seemed surprised at his speed and sheer stupidity of rampaging through the Forbidden Forest, not knowing where he was.
But Xavier did know where he was. Every moment he became closer to Sealla's fading spirit. He could feel her tortured soul crying out in pain and anguish.
Hold on, Sealla! I'm coming!
Then...he arrived.
As Xavier looked around, the usually brown floor of the forest was tainted red with blood, and two creatures stood in the center of what had been a raging battle. One, the creature Mai Le Rosa, the other, a black, blood covered, battered and mutilated form that could only have been Sealla. Xavier changed forms and slowly, cautiously approached the scene. Wearing an outfit of pure white, he stood out as a beacon in the dark depths of the Forbidden Forest. His loose, baggy pants and skintight white shirt blended perfectly with his bright white, flowing cape. He wore no footwear, content to feel the warmth of life that surrounded him in this place.
Soon, Xavier reached Sealla's side. He knelt down quietly, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He passed a hand gently over Sealla's beaten form, it's features crushed, deformed. She had been in so much pain in the last few moments of her life, and Xavier admitted that this was probably the way that she had seen herself going out - with a bang. The lycan shook his head, causing a few stray tears to fall from his cheeks, marking the ground around him, with one single tear falling on Sealla's bloodied form, mixing with a drop of blood that rested on the end of a hair on her body. He watched for what seemed like an eternity as the two substances mixed and swirled into one droplet - red and clear forming a neutral tone that seemed to be neither of the former - then fell off onto the ground and disappeared in the soft dirt. Xavier's fists tightened into hardened balls, full of rage and confusion. His head snapped up to glare straight at Mai, his firey, enraged orange eyes locking with her own.
"What have you done to her? What has happened here? WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS?! ANSWER ME!"
Tears streamed down his face as Xavier screamed his questions at the woman. Why did it have to be like this? Why did she have to die such a gruesome death? Why? Why? Always 'Why?'
OOC: Once again, I shall delete this if necessary.
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Post by † Cealla † on Aug 17, 2005 2:12:25 GMT
OOC: The same goes for my own intrusion as well- if I'm not welcome, I shall delete my post.
She had been such a little stalker as of late, prowling around in the night and occasionally following Xaiver as he went out to hunt. The pack was in constant need of food and he was the primary caregiver, in a sense. She wasn't old enough to catch her own food quite yet, but she did enjoy following him as he went out to make his almost nightly kill. It was such a rush for her; the smell of blood and the fear of the animal as he snapped it's neck.
Her black body blended silently into the shadows of the forest, an eastward wind concealing her scent from the stalking lycan. Her heart beat fast as he crept up upon the buck, wating for the moment when he would spring and bring them all home a wonderful venison dinner. Oh, what bliss. It was almost like she was making the kill herself.
Suddenly, she watched with horrified eyes as he fell to the ground for no apparent reason. What was happening to him? Every instinct in her body urged her to lunge out and help him, but she was held back by the fact that he might be furious to know she had followed him. So she waited until he stood again, and leapt off into the darkness.
Then she continued to trail him, falling far behind and being unable to keep up with his pace. But the scent he left behind was unmistakeable and she followed it relentlessly. Something had happened, and she wanted to know what. Blood hung in the air; she could feel trouble and death lurking somewhere in the forest. And, naturally, her curiosity bested her as usual. She had to know..
But she was certainly not prepared for the scene of destruction she came upon. A demon clutched a broken body, beaten almost to the point of being unrecognizable. But Cealla knew who it was only by the tufts of black fur that hung from it, the black fur so much like her own that was literally bathed in blood. And the demoness sucked from her grandmother's neck like a vampire, killing her... taking her past the point of no return.
What was she to do? Feel remorse? She had only met her namesake briefly and even then the meeting had been an unplesant one under strained circumstances. Surely this was what Sealla had become, just a shell of her old self. The old self that used to love Xavier.
Her eyes now shifted to the male, obviously furious at the death of his one love. He had told her that night that he was over her, in a sense... that she was gone. That this wasn't the Sealla that he knew anymore. But now his rage against the demoness was so strong that she didn't know what to believe. Sighing, she turned into her human form and slowly stepped into the chaotic setting.
"It had to happen." She said quietly, crossing her arms across her body in a defensive movement. "She just wasn't the same anymore..." Her eyes widened in fear as Xavier challenged the demoness- what would her reaction be?
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