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Post by iscourge on Nov 20, 2011 14:25:59 GMT -8
M O O N R U N N E R Twinkling droplets of water glistened from the edges of the trees back in the forest, while from below buddings of grass and wildflowers peeked up from their earthy slumber. She left Ellis behind this time, feeling as though her permanent bodyguard would be useless in the night lights. Besides, from here, she could see any wolf approaching from miles away.
This was her hill, the top of it barely peeking out above the trees, where the forest was closest to the sky. Where Gaellis liked to climb trees, (that still perplexed the black wolf) she preferred to climb the very sky. Here, she would lay, emerald gaze placed upon the silver moon, the twinkling stars, and her favorite aspect- the glowing strands of lights cast from above.
It was rare, to see them, but to her, they always represented something different. Green meant a successful hunt, blue could be a potential death... But... Red....
Red was a special color.
The same scarlet that now glinted in the night sky represented something the fae had never truly experienced- it was a budding relationship. (In this case, her own adopted apprentice Cougar would be flirting with one of her mortal enimies...) Her lips lifted at the thought, yellow teeth flashing for but a moment, while her face, stomach, and tail lit up the night with an ethereal glow.
Of course, there was no way of knowing who it would be, but the superstitious wolf did not have a particular want or need to figure out who it could, or would be. Mayhaps it was that dunderhead Ellis, or that fae Jaylyn.
Who was she to know?
Her gaze wandered back to the sky, and quietly she rose, shaking her shaggy coat to sit lightly upon the softened ground. |
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Post by deathbat on Nov 21, 2011 16:12:19 GMT -8
• it's hard not to be a menace to society • [/size][/color] { SYNYSTER}• when half the population's happy on their knees•[/size][/color][/center] [x] The infamous grin, a signature of this brute, slipped carelessly onto his silver lips as he surveyed his surroundings. Kaleidoscopic eyes swept the scenery with an almost careless indifference. A light breeze rolled through, caressing his bloody pelt and sent a tickle across his nerves. Large paws moved smoothly over the newly budding terrain with leisure. He was in no rush to go anywhere. Where would he go anyways? There was no place waiting for him and he did not mind at all.
His silver markings almost glowed incandescent beneath the monochromatic rays of the moon. A slight cast of colors stretched itself across the skyline, upsetting the naturally obsidian atmosphere, though creating a truly attractive sight. Synyster, though often viewed as a careless monster, and he would not deny either of those claims, actually enjoyed the magnificent sight. He loved it, yet loathed it with his entire being. It was so majestic, so powerful and wondrous, yet it only accentuated his lower being. Yes, he is far above many creatures, humans included, but it was so glaringly obvious when looking upon such a divine thing that he was but one of a million other creature like him. Of course there is all the bull about being unique, but that does not mean one is the only of the sort. And so it's with that hideous realization that he came to scorn one of the only things he peacefully enjoys. None like to be reminded of their true mortality, regardless of immortality. A sigh escaped his vocals and scathingly he spoke to himself, tones of ice and scraping knives. "We are all disposable, replaceable. Foot-soldiers and pawns."
[x] He glared ahead, his optics swirling into a dangerous shade of crimson and onyx. That grin was replaced with a sneer. His lips peeled back, baring his elongated and dangerous fangs, a snarl rising in his voice box from his merciless anger. It was moments like this, alone and sated, that he was left to the terrors of his own mind. He was not just a silly beast, running around and killing. Oh no, he certainly had a sharp mind and it showed not only his words and mannerisms, but his own toiling thoughts. Often he would cause more harm to himself with such dangerous thoughts that he'd be sent into a fit of rage and frenzy like a blood-lusting piranha. So it's with such a mind that he often sought out amusement and company, simple so he would not be left with just his head. Like now, he had begun to torment his own choleric nature. A shiver of anger rippled down his spine, and he could feel his powers start shifting into action, though he had not purposely tried to use them. His very molecules vibrated and he could feel himself shifting between a solid and pneumatic. The emotions of creatures around him slowly began to infect his system and drain him, only fueling his ire. With a final snarl, he let himself vanish without really a thought of where he'd end up.
[x] He was thrown into a nearby forest across the canyon where he was once perched. His heart thumped erratically with his flurry of irate emotions. The itching beneath his skin, crawling just under the surface, his empathy, only deepened his ability to feel, casting him into an even more unstable being. Visionaries faded to the deepest obsidian, black as the depths of Tartarus. He snapped his jaw at the air, the sound of fangs hitting fangs resonating around him against the silent air. 'Blood. Blood. I NEED Blood! Ka! Where..where oh where. Taste it taste it. I will devour them all.' His thoughts turned into a shallower, more deadly course, as is common at this stage. Though he may seem sporadic and unpredictable, Synyster was a creature of method. This was nearly routine for him, this bout of absolute madness. With little thought he was off to mutilate just another creature for his own satisfaction.
[x] It was not until nearly an hour later that Syn found himself standing over the corpse of his latest victim. Who they were, he did not know. Today he played no games, he simply killed. The carcass was hideously deformed, a ghost of a muzzle forever opened in an endless scream, the bones visibly cracked. Now eyeless sockets stared forever ahead in terror. This creature stood no chance, not when he was in a frenzy. Synyster could not even tell where he had been injured, though he knew that he did not leave unscathed. Just a few more scares to add to the collection beneath his shaggy coat. His eyes still raged between red and black, reflecting his unstable and maddened state. An itch in his throat, undeniable to his nature, had him throwing back his head and releasing a long howl. It was haunting, perhaps beautiful to the less stable and more deranged. The very essence of the sound contained all the horror, the feral danger, and the grotesque insanity that was swelling in his being. He took not one glance back at the shredded remains of a once living being. Just as he said, we are all disposable, replaceable. But in this moment of peace he settled his thoughts and decided that if he were to be just a pawn in this game of life, then he'd be the pawn to take the game.
[x] He slid smoothly into a chilly stream, taking a glance at his rippling reflection. Brilliant silver eyes to match the moon stared gaunt and unforgiving against a face awash with blood, mocking any sense of morality and good one may have. With a quick dip of the crown, he had cleaned away any trace of his actions. He slipped away from the water and moved toward an incline. Another itch rippled against his flesh and he looked up, just spotting the moving figure above. It's bodice shifting to sit up. A smooth grin slid up his features. He had no intentions of harming this one, he had his fill for the moment. With a little thought he appeared upon the talus, standing against the pale moonlight a respectable distance from her. Bright eyes observed the female, her great wings and glowing points, duo colored eyes. He could sense her power, and just gave his familiar grin before steeping himself into an elegant bow, pools flashing up to meet hers, reflecting his calm state, though the danger was ever present. Smooth lyrics tinged with a foreign accent slid easily from his larynx as he greeted the vixen. "I do hope I'm not intruding. I, my dear, am Synyster. And who might you be?" He flashed her a wicked, charming grin. Syn knew she had greater powers than he, but what is life if he lived in fear? Eyes shifted upward to the vibrant ribbons of color, his face full of the passion he felt, both negative and positive, before he looked back to her. A Cheshire grin lacing his lips as he awaited her response.
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NOTES I'm so sorry for this crap! DD: He rambles way too much.
MUSE Fair.
MUSIC Five Finger Death Punch, Avenged Sevenfold, Disturbed, Marilyn Manson, Static-X, Black Veil Brides, Bloodsimple, Altar |
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Post by iscourge on Nov 23, 2011 0:01:37 GMT -8
M O O N R U N N E R As she did NOT have the gift to sense incoming wolves, she was taken completely aback by his appearance. Normally, Gaellis would have nudged her, or pushed his ears back wordlessly to communicate his apprehension. It was this sheer shock that kept the fae from turning upon the male, her teeth at his throat.
You did not[/b] approach the alphess of the Northern Rebels in such a manner, but she was quick to compose herself, jarring herself from the stunned state. "You are in fact, intruding upon my territory." she growled, allowing her snarl to fall from her lips, though her fur was still slightly on end, and her wings were perched precariously upon her shoulders, like she expected to take flight in an instant. She seemed unafraid of the male, just a tad wary of his intentions. "...Moonrunner." she said simply her ears turning to listen for any sounds behind her. Maybe this male wasn't alone- maybe he brought a pack to stalk her... But no wolf was this quiet. She heard no breathing other than their own, no cracking twigs, nothing. The parinoia eased from her features, her paws carefully pushing her forward, glowing muzzle lowered to illuminate his countenance. "Why have you ventured here, strange one?"[/size] (D8! It's so tiny. I'm so sorry!) |
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