Here here, my Pretty Kitty (p)

[Teffi]

Serkan

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His blood had been pulsating, orbs cut down to slits, heart beating as quick and loud as the drums. The dog seemed like a one dog-band if you only looked closer. The Lurcher's pale, yellow eyes had themselves set on a pretty hare not too far away. His lowered body almost brushed the cold ground, that's how intense and serious he was about gulping rabbit for breakfast tonight.

Three, two, one- he was off. His hind legs pushed the dog yards away from starting point, as he extended his flexible spine and fore legs for impact. He was quick with his white colored feet, and smart. The mutt had seen a hole not too far away so he decided to act quicker than usually for this particular hunt. In a matter of seconds, blood gushed from skin and veins as he pierced teeth into tensed meat. Yum, how delicious. He sunk is teeth deeper as he planted his fore paws against the terrain to stop both bodies. He had made his first kill of the night. And it did not disappoint.

His blood intake was quite lovely tonight. Perhaps these new lands he wandered about, weren't that bad after all. Maybe, just maybe, they would be gold to Mr. El Dorado. Serkan smirked as the idea of "King of the Dark World" seem to play in his head. It had a nice sound to it. So..soo..seductive. So him.[/size]

[Roxie]

The feathery tops of tried grass stems clung to her fur, tangling with bits of twigs and leaves. It'd been another rough night, but thankfully he was more than willing to pay her high price. The young prostitute looked for her payment, cat-yellow eyes running over the small form of a lamb. Downy -white wool had been tainted by the stain of blood. Matting and caking the fur like bits of dried paint from points around the neck and face. It's mouth gaped with an eternal scream, deep brown pools damning her from a realm she doubted existed. A pretty little smile swept over her maw, finally finding her prize tucked deep into an oozing gash in the lamb's flank. It was among the more rarer things she'd request, normally reserved for the uglier looking saps seeking a night of affection. A homely little tuber of ginger, presumably stolen from a garden.

She wasn't a cheap whore and wasn't about to degrade herself to working for pitiful scraps. Without a second glance or a word of good-bye to her customer, she dragged both away. Kitty was done here, it was just another job. A means to survive in a harsh world that held very little regard for stray dogs. Let alone one who'd sell herself for large rations of food or a warm bed.

The scent of a campfire filled her senses as she crested a hill. Thick smoke slowly rose from distant flames, rising like the wispy figures of ghosts to claw at the night sky. Kitty dropped her bounty, stopping to enjoy the scent of meat cooking and silently pondering if she could throw her lamb on the embers when the humans left. The thought was dangerously enticing.
Her eyes narrowed at the sight of someone else slipping through the short grasses. This slim figure of a dog moved like a shadow, elegant and purposeful. She smiled at the idea of earning more goodies before the night was up, after all it wasn't often she saw others on these foothills. Kitty cheeked a bit of ginger, sashaying towards the stranger without hesitation.

"We don't get many visitors on this mountain..." The female's voice rang out. She couldn't quite make out his features, though the scent of blood clung in the air. The metallic scent quickly overpowered the spicy, woody flavor of her make-shift breath-freshener. Kitty eyed him curiously, that alluring smile returning to her face.

"Just what brings you out here on a night like this, sugar?"

[Teffi]

It hadn't been a minute, when the sight hound caught the scent of ginger. His face furrowed out of confusion as he saw the root being flung at his direction. What the fuck was what was going through his head. How random. The tall hunter dropped his prize for the night, and turned his attention to the direction of where he thought something was lingering.

A smaller female with such a beautiful coat appeared with such a sneaky smile. Or that is how the male thought of it, anyway. The domino colored dog looked at the female, with a plain face. So what if this place wasn't popular? Thats the way the Lurcher liked it. Secluded, away from activity that can possibly get him into trouble. But it would change. He would become more active, with help from others..Hmm he wondered. Perhaps she can help. She seemed friendly, calling him sugar already.

"Blood" spoke a deep, yet alluring voice as he looked down at her from his nose. He allowed her to see the tips of his blood-stained fangs as he looked at her pretty little face. The sudden scent of lamb and fire pushed themselves into Serkan's nostrils. He had been so focused into the white and blue colored female that he hadn't noticed. Again he focused his attention down at the stranger.

"I can ask you the same." spoke he, as he walked to his dead hare swiftly. He picked it up and walked toward where he thought he had smelt the dead lamb, which wasn't far from where they had stood. Serkan dropped the small body right before sniffing the larger carrion. Smells of her. But how could something so small kill something so big? This question puzzled the future king of the night. He would figure how this was so, soon.

"What is it that your called?" barked he, motioning her to came forth to where he was standing now. The male would find out how she operated and the reason why she smelt of another male. Where had the male gone too? Would he be back? If so, he might have to high-tail himself out of there and soon.[/size]

[Roxie]

Kitska tilted her head, giving him a brief look-over. He was cute and that voice was something to die for. She bit her lip as she thought, her smile turning into something more devious. It was a terrible habit she had, wearing her emotions like a one wears a jacket or pants. Perhaps she'd charge a little less. Maybe for a warm bed or a shiny trinket one can easily find in town. After all, it'd been a while since she'd even been near a good-looking guy. A quiet snort managed to escape her maw when he mentioned he was out for blood.

"That makes you a vampire, then?" Kitty asked. The slight amusement in her voice made it clear that it wasn't the first time someone suggested it. Dark alley-ways were filled with creepers, vampires supposed gods and demons as well as the occasional murderer. She'd seen them all in the short time she peddled on the street corners alongside her human counterparts.
"I suppose that makes us both creatures of the night..." She added at length. Though, it seemed almost like an afterthought. Almost. It came out more like like one of those things you wait your whole life to say. Like 'keep the change' or 'I'll have what she's having.'
"Whatever you feel like calling me, love." The fae replied. She flipped that banded tail of hers. Seemingly distracted when she tried to remember all the names others had bestowed on her.

"I go by many names... Honey-bunny, sweetheart, darling. They all mean the same to me." Kitska sighed as she trailed the Lurcher. How strange was it that she followed him without a moment's hesitation. That she had a certain desperate feeling to remain in his graces haunted her in a way she couldn't explain. She wanted to be around him even when his attention strayed to the blood-mottled lamb.
Her lamb, she reminded herself.

"Miss Kitty... You?"

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[Teffi]

[/i]. And of course, the smell of male...Well, she didn't seem to be physically hurt. This female is getting more interesting as the second ticks on by. He cocked that beautiful head of his, eying the exotic looking dogie with his pale colored eyes.

And without furtheradue, an idea popped right into Serkan's head. She could be my sexy little side-kick a truly magnificent idea, indeed. She had the look and personality to entice any male that seemed to be a bothered to the sight hound. She would be a useful tool to his future reign.[/size][/color][/ul]