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Post by x. ghostie on Sept 9, 2007 12:26:31 GMT -5
N I K I T A [/u][/sup][/center] As the night turned into an early morning, the sun didn't appear. Only scattered grey clouds. It was a bit chilly at that. To somethings about the plains this was a time to restart their day and to others than that it wasn't a very lovely time. But as time past the clouds only got worse. Thunder storm on the way ....
As a figure slouched on a rock, somewhat sprawled out. She had no fluffy, stand-out mane, so their for she was a female. Bloody female to most. She was full of herself and didn't give a rat's ass what others' thought of her. Her white pelt wasn't shining, there still was no sun. She was very still and quiet. Her name was Nikita.
Her eyes suddenly flashed open and she sprung from the rock into a fast jog. As she went farther her pacing kept picking up. The wind brushed against her face, only driving her faster. Nikita glinted a smile, all of a sudden. She loved this land. It was just her morning run. When her pace slowed, she glanced up at the sky when a loud thunder cracked. Her pelt twitched as she turned off to look for shelter. Her eyes rolled, there not being much of that around here.
Hurriedly, the femme shot off at a bolt of lightning, frighten ran through her body even though she was a full adult. Lightning was striking out everywhere. She bristled at the thought of her being hit. Her speed picking up the pace she had felt earlier this morning. Her jaw clamped tight as she saw a small gave. A gap in it you had to be as tiny as a female. She squeezed through but soon saw it was a tiny, enclosed area. She shivered and shaked but didn't want to leave even though her fear was about to get the best of her life.
As the skies calmed and the morning turned into afternoon, Nikita bolted out the cave and flopped down beside it. Laying out on the ground, shaking slightly, she groomed her pads and upper coat. Her nerves slowly regaining. After she'd finished, she'd just laid there. Quiet and still, as she started off, wondering if anyone would come. When did your heart go missing? [/font] |
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Post by v a l i d || on Sept 15, 2007 11:19:24 GMT -5
A Z U R E [/font][/center] “Come back Esa!” He said rather loudly, using ever charming vocals to rise above the rumble in the skies as he hefted a sigh afterwards. Watching a lovely bottom bounce in the breeze as she hurried away. Needless to say she hadn’t ever heard the tale of… you can run but you can’t hide? Or the idea that the longer she prolonged this the more angry he would get. Well, more angry most men would get but personally this had been his task so long that he had really lost the whole ‘getting angry because things don’t go as planned’. Besides that he really wasn’t an angry person, believe it or not. Even if nothing ever went as planned… not that the fact that he was more of a slacker, lazy bum didn’t help things along but, what could he say? Try and fail never did interest him. But! If he had to try and if he had to fail he might as well ease up on this ‘trying hard’ business and simply kick back and try from an easy distance with little intention of actually making things work while knowing full well in the end… despite all complications the task would be done. The task, eh what a rather ugly task but he supposed he was in little position to comment how nasty, crude, rude and how rather sad this task was. Far as he was concerned he wasn’t really involved, far as he was concerned he didn’t want to be and from his outsider’s perspective he figured the damsel hurrying away should have known.
Now he had been in this line of work for a good while, rest assured. He knew it backwards and forwards and was smart about it more so then what others thought or conclude from his appearance. And as he trailed behind the dear, and as the scent of another female flickered on the winds… he knew full well what could happen but doubted it so. Few interfered, few helped others when it came down to it. Better to save oneself then to risk oneself saving another. Everyone’s philosophy, it seemed, everyone’s self-preservation philosophy. “Get away from me you bastard!” she hollered over petite shoulders through tears of fear as she wandered on, clutching a bundle in her arms as arrowhead wounds bled, leaving a trail of scarlet in her wake as she rushed on. Hoping, desperately to make it across to the Etisa’s Realm, in hopes of coming across the sanctuary before he caught up. A vain hope, needless to say… whether she choose to realize the truth or not it did not alter the matter. She was carrying a child in tow, she was bleeding… He was healthy and he was walking, toying in her away, trying to convince her to slow own and allow things to happen painlessly. But, of course she wouldn’t. Such a thing dubbed motherliness held her so… Personally he was surprised the request hadn’t been to kill her as well but… it seemed his employer knew what he wanted and figured the murdering of a child in front of her eyes was more a blow then her life taken. And who was he to contend?
“Come, my dearest, no need to be so mean.” he cooed, walking still on two, muscular legs. A shaggy, unkempt mane around his neck and shoulders. Slipping down his back somewhat, declaring his age old enough as he pittered onward, leaving tracks alongside hers in the infertile soil. He was walking a touch faster now, body lean and lanky, charmingly sinewy. Eyes of darling dark color viewing the afternoon world with carelessness as the speed between him and her narrowed, and the scent of another female strengthened. Looking over her shoulder, did the woman with a bundle. Her black lips a deepened frown, her eyes flickering as she hurried more. She must hurry, she must! But sadly no matter how much she rushed, no matter how far she walked she would not escaped as his long stride caught up and a hand reached out. Long nails, claws gripped the back of her neck as a large hand held on. Strength pulling her towards him and around. Close enough to hear her shaky breathing and rabbit heart he tilted his head, eyes centered upon the lady. He held her at the neck, and used the other arm to try to peel away the bundle. Which, she undoubtedly did not like as she jerked and yelled and screamed. Using he own claws she raked at his chest and tried to get at his eyes, as he pulled his head as far a way as he could. Frowning in utter dislike as she struggled so.
But in the end he was behind her, in the end his arms wrapped around her as he restricted her movement. Her arms brought up to her chest as she tried to claw at his arms, which she did… causing them to bleed but his strong hold on her was not relaxed. He positioned his head aside her own, on her shoulder as he spoke. Whispering quietly secrets before her dead, so she could understand that this was nothing personal. But a job, a task, that someone in the world would have needed up doing but this time… it was him. Holding her in such a strong embrace if one could not see the terror and the loathing in her eyes, or the strain of his arms holding her so, one would almost think such a holding of her was tender and romantic. Close and cute and flirting, but… sadly it was not as his eyes wandered to the bundle she had dropped. It wiggled and squirmed and cried as well, and he frowned again as his eyes flickered to it. A furred chin resting on her lithe shoulders he placed a kiss on the mother’s cheek before letting go his grasp and shoving her away. Stooping quickly to pick up the bundle before heading away as the woman stumbled, fell, and quickly picked herself up. She rushed towards him, but was quickly smacked away. Stumbling back again, falling, rising and trying again this time he turned, holding the babe in one arm and using the other hand to quickly take out a stone knife and holding it towards her. Eyeing her with sheer intent, a dare. A Don’t tempt me. She cried and sunk to a sit, a lay… and the male padded off with the child. Poor man wanna be Rich,
Rich man wanna be King,
And a King ain't Satisfied,
till he Rules Everything [/font][/center] |
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