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Post by Kai on May 14, 2010 19:56:29 GMT -5
"There's just something about it that makes me question its value, do you know what I mean?"
The sadistic feline looked down at the poor struggling mouse in her claws; it squeaked and wiggled, trying to get free. Now this, this pissed off the cat, for she was speaking and the mouse was not listening to her. "Listen dammit!" she hissed, digging her claws deep into the mouse's body. "I'm trying to discuss life with you!" The mouse cried out in pain as blood began to drip from its body; what in the world did it ever do to deserve this? Nothing, and that was the point.
When the mouse finally quieted down the cat's claws loosened their hold ever so slightly. "Now where was I? ...Yes of course... So now that life seems so... so..."
"Squeak!"
"Yes, that's it, used. You're a very smart mouse, you know that?" she purred. "Okay, so now that life seems so used, how can you value it?" The mouse was quiet, it was beginning to learn that the less noise it made, the less pain it felt, but that was not what the feline wanted. "Answer me!" she snarled, digging her claws deep into the mouse's body and breaking its spine. As it went limp, a scowl was placed upon her face. "How disappointing," she murmured, tossing the body aside with a sigh. 'It never answered my question." |
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Post by Kyouran on May 15, 2010 14:31:02 GMT -5
Silence. Her small outburst was followed by the silence she longer for, but at the same time, it brought out an uneasy feeling. They had stopped speaking, stopped assaulting her mind, but were they really gone? Or were they just messing with her, encouraging her to relax before making their final strike? She shuddered at the thought, and gathered the strength she had to open her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the darkness. But she couldn’t see anything, not a single thing. It was… well, frustrating. A sigh escaped her maw, and she didn’t waste her time in closing her eyes again, now focusing on the power inside of her. She could feel it stir, and soon the blackness was not perfect. Instead, a silver thread appeared, outlining her surroundings and her vision now reached far ahead. But she wasn’t interested in the local dogs, nor the animals that busied themselves around her. She willed her mind’s eye to search for those she wished gone, and as she found no trace of the ghosts, Annie let out a breath she wasn’t quite aware she had been holding.
Now that these little bastards were gone, at least temporarily, the fox hybrid could let herself relax and forget about them for a while. She focused on the nature, on the stream not too far on her left, the lone wolf that wondered somewhere behind her, and… “What in the world?” Her mind paused on the scene before her, not able to comprehend the weirdness of it at first. The silver outline of the cat confused her, as she was certainly not expecting to see one there, on an island full of fighting dogs. She shuddered, suddenly, as that thought crossed her mind. Fire and fighting dogs represented her two biggest fears, and she was aware of the fact she could bump into one at any moment. But the curiosity got the better of her, which was a weird thing by itself, and she shook of the feeling of caution, rising to her paws.
Only when she started making her way to the small figure she had noticed earlier, she realized how badly was she actually limping. Almost tumbling over for the tenth time since she left her spot, Annie grit her teeth to stop the pained cry from voicing, she sat down with a thud and looked furiously at her back leg. Or, what was left of it. The metal limb was mostly shattered, broken on numerous places and obviously in need of some serious maintenance. It was coming loose and she was worried it’d fall off if she didn’t get it fixed anytime soon. Even more so, the upper part was heavily damaged, and it barely was hanging off her severed leg. The metal pulled on her nerves and the sharp edge, now that they weren’t in their place, stabbed at the sensitive flesh. All in all, the sensation was overwhelming and Ru wanted to just one scream. If being burned hurt, than this was hell… Slow and torturous…
It took her a great deal of self-control and willpower, or, perhaps, just curiosity, to lift herself again and keep on moving. Her steps were becoming slower, unsteady, and the female wanted nothing more than to curls back up, and maybe let the unconsciousness claim her this time. The usually weak and shabby will to live was threatening to disappear, and don’t make the mistake, pain wasn’t the reason for it. It never was. Tho An never enjoyed it, she always found a way to inflict it upon herself and use it as a means to shut out the world around her. So, no, it wasn’t the cause of it. The spirits that have been particularly aggressive and persistent lately, as well as the fact she was currently residing among the fighting dogs, took the toll on her mind, and body. A few unfortunate encounters with ring fighters left her fake leg in pitiful pieces, and left her paralyzed in fear.
But she made it, dragged herself closer to the feline, enough so that she could sense the sadistic aura and anger that rolled off the smaller creature. It brought a shiver down her spine, for the nature of the other reminded her of the sick bastard that took away her leg more than a year ago. But she pushed the images, the memories, away, trying to keep in mind this cat did nothing to her, she had no reason to be hostile. Not for now, that is. Annie didn’t make any attempts to muffle the sounds of her paws touching the ground, nor did she want to hide her presence from the feline. It would have been futile anyway… The blood on her leg where the metal kept piercing the skin would warn the sensitive nose of the cat long before she would get the chance to show herself to it. Shrugging, she stepped out from behind the bush, still having her eyes closed.
"Yes, that's it, used. You're a very smart mouse, you know that? Okay, so now that life seems so used, how can you value it?" The voice that reached her was…sickeningly sweet. It made a made Annie shiver, and she looked away as the sound of breaking bones filled the air after the cat lost her patience with the small animal in her paws. Ru could smell the fresh blood, and a chilling sensation that ran over her leg startled her, knocking the wind out of her like a punch in the gut as she swallowed, letting her mind’s eyes rest on the ghost of the mouse that ran away. For some reason, it bothered her much more to see the ghost of someone she witnessed die… even a mouse… Anrui wanted to throw up… Everything was catching up to her, and it was too much to bear… She wished to die…
“It never answered my question.” This brought her out of her thoughts, and her head snapped up in the direction of the voice she now knew belonged to the sadistic feline. And at that moment, the façade she usually put up when meeting someone, it broke. It shattered, leaving her the way she was, in pain and with depression threatening to crush her, to take away that little bit of sanity she had left. And she didn’t have to put up her mask; Annie didn’t explode of snap at the cat’s merciless comment. Instead, she spoke in a voice that was dripping with sadness, and maybe, even fear…
“You don’t.” An paused, opening her eyes for the first time, although the sky blue wasn’t easily visible in the dead of the night. “You don’t value it. You simply live till you can…” A sigh escaped her maw, and she stumbled a bit, the strain on her back leg finally becoming too much to bear. “And if you want to value it… You have to die first…” That said, she let her legs give out on her, and the young fox mix fell to the ground, exhausted and in a fair deal of pain that coursed through her body. The old burns stung in contact with the ground, but she was used to it enough not to let it affect her much. Annie knew her words didn’t make much sense, but she didn’t feel like explaining right now… How could she, anyway, tell the feline how much ghosts begged her to let them live again? And how she had to convince them it was impossible, each and every time? |
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Post by Kai on May 15, 2010 18:04:00 GMT -5
[Wow, awesome post ^^]
As the feline ripped the mouse's life away, she never noticed the life that ran away, nor the life that was coming toward her. But as she tossed the body away, her ear flicked, alerting her to the newcomer. Her lime green eyes lit up at the thought of a new victim, but as she turned, she was disappointed. Great... Its a dog... her thoughts growled sarcastically. Dogs, she disliked them, but this one seemed like she would be some fun to play with.
“You don’t. You don’t value it. You simply live till you can… And if you want to value it… You have to die first…”
Her eyes widened in surprise, it seemed this canine had been listening to her conversation with the mouse. "A very good answer," she purred, talking a step toward the fallen canine. She noticed the damaged back foot and narrowed her eyes as a wicked thought came to her. But that thought had to wait for now.
"Since you gave me such a good answer to my question, I'm going to tell you my name." she grinned, flashing her white fangs. "But first you must tell me yours, and of course, you must answer another question for me." The sadistic cat sat in front of Anrui and wrapped her tail around her fore paws. Her scars lit up as the moon came out from behind a cloud, "Why is life so cruel to us?" After she spoke, she paused and began to laugh, as if remembering a past joke; "And please, Doggie, don't be like that foolish mouse."
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Post by Kyouran on May 16, 2010 4:44:16 GMT -5
((OOC: Thank you Kai, really! And please, give yourself more credit for your writing. You have an amazing talent, or just skill, to write a short post and make it good and deep. Even though it's not as long as mine, it still holds the same depth and maybe even more. Don't ever underestimate you writing, please xD.))"A very good answer."
Annie looked up, her eyes meeting the ones of the feline that seemed to glow in the darkness, their lime green radiating with such coldness and cruelty that it made her shiver slightly. Once again, this one reminded her immensely of the first time she had ever fought, or, better said, had tried to. She could still feel the same fear she felt back then when she was pushed into the ring, no protection, no rules, just life… and death. The wicked and sadistic smile of the massive dog as he ripped the weak pup forced in there apart, the look of trill and sheer happiness to see the blood flow and the smaller creature writhe in agony on the ground before his stained paws. An stopped the thoughts, blocked them the moment she felt sick. There was no need to show this cat any more weaknesses if not necessary. And that, it certainly wasn’t. The fact she had collapsed right in front of her without even bothering to put up her act was enough by itself, and she already felt exposed to the torture of the other. Whatever form it might come in.
"Since you gave me such a good answer to my question, I'm going to tell you my name."
She just now noticed how close the other had got, but even though she wanted to, she couldn’t muster up the strength to back away. Instead, she lay there, still except for the light trembling that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard she concentrated on it, observing the movements of the other slightly smaller figure, hoping she wouldn’t notice how helpless she was at that moment. But as that thought occurred to her, she found herself surprised by it. Why did it matter? Would it really be bad if the feline got her way with this, having the fun of inflicting more pain upon the fox-hybrid? It was, after all, what An herself usually did, or searched others to do. It was her addiction; need to feel that pure agony that took everything else away, especially when it was the actions of others that caused it, as well as her own fangs. Aside from occupying her mind, being hurt by someone else gave her the right to hate the world, it made her feel less guilty every time she wished her life would just end. Because then it wouldn’t be just her alone making herself miserable, then she could blame them. Blame them all. For a moment there, she wondered how sharp those long fangs actually were… How much blood could they draw…
"But first you must tell me yours, and of course, you must answer another question for me.”
Her words were followed by a sudden movement, and Annie found her forepaws trapped, held in place by the tail that, that, just for a brief second, she thought to be a rope. That suffocating feeling she had at the beginning, the ones ghosts worked so hard on keeping upon her, returned full force, forcing the young female to take a deep breath as to convince herself she wasn’t drowning. But she soon came to relish the pressure she felt, her heard beating faster, blood rushing through her veins… An imagined its smell sill the night air, imagined it look almost black in the dark, black and… corrupted… Yes, that’s it, corrupted. Tainted. Filthy. The air left her lungs, creating misty cloud that stuck to her maw, forming a few droplets of water on her burned skin and silver fur.
She was forced to close her eyes momentarily as the moon reveled itself finally, like a judge ready to sentence one to death. It made the scars that marred feline’s skin perfectly visible, they stood as confirmation this creature would show no mercy. Annie wondered if the cat was ever thought was mercy and compassion were, or was it just her nature that got her in so many fights to earn those wounds. She shifted slightly, averting her eyes from the other, and winced as she moved the fake leg so that it stabbed the sensitive place again. A small trickle of blood found its way along the metal, dripping to the melting snow below and creating a miniature puddle. Red…
"Why is life so cruel to us?"
She paused, caught by surprise. She hadn’t expected to be asked something like that, not from the likes of this company. “Indeed, why?” That she had thought about, quite often to be honest, and every time she came up with a different answer. There were so many she had lost count of them, and after a while, she just accepted the fact fate hated her. But that wouldn’t be enough now, it wouldn’t be even close… Was it because they were born? Was that not meant to happen? Have they done anything wrong? She couldn’t recall doing a thing to piss anyone off before the hell of her life started, for it was there the moment she was aware of her own existence. She had never really been given the chance, a choice… But she wasn’t going to disappoint her “friend”, and silent words started forming in her head, something she wished to say for a while now… If anyone would just listen…
"And please, Doggie, don't be like that foolish mouse."
The laughter that followed this… warning… startled her, for it sounded almost painful. To her. It brought back that pressure from earlier, and she was again more than aware of the tail wrapped securely around her paws. Even though her mind’s eye wasn’t activated, so to speak, she could still sense sick amusement coming off in waves from the cat. It surprised her how chilling the air turned in the presence of a creature that small. But when the effect of surprise lessened, Annie paid more attention to what had actually been said. She unconsciously let her eyes wander around, searching for any signs of the ghost that she assumed might still be here. She had no wish to be ran over again, not by that one at least. Deciding it was probably her turn to speak, she willed her throat not to fail her and this time, her tone was somewhat… dead.
“It is cruel… because it can be. It can do whatever it wants with us, torture us slowly till we beg for death…” She wasn’t looking at the feline anymore, nor at their surroundings. She was simply staring strait ahead, not caring in particular about the trees that waved in the wind. She just needed to get this over with. “Because life is just that… time we spend here before death claims us. Its simple purpose is to die in the end…” Trailing off, she dared a glance at her interrogator, letting her eyes stay on hers for a moment, before closing them with a sigh. It was true, she had really thought about this many times. But as a something else came to her mind, Annie almost chuckled, but it held no happiness, no amusement in it. Hollow. “And oh boy, does it love teaching…” The moon moved a bit, casing light on the badly scarred skin on her maw and legs. The wounds have been more than a year old, and yet the skin still looked raw and stung like hell when coming in contact with most things.
“With a cruel teacher… Only cruel students can pass… but even they die…”Life has betrayed me once again, I accept some thing will never change.” --Anathema.
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Post by Montgomery on May 16, 2010 12:57:27 GMT -5
Mashinkage
The ninja dog had remained silent through the feline's questioning of the mouse and he had listened to her questions for the dog long enough. Mashinkage didn't wear his signature grin as he silently leaped from his branch high above the two, landing beside the scarred canine. His eyes was zeroed in on the cat as he stepped forward into the moonlight.
"A student doesn't have to be cruel to pass a cruel teacher's lesson...and even if they pass...they don't die. At least...not easily." His bright green eyes burned into the feline's as he snarled a bit. "Life is what you make of it, cat. If you choose to think it's cruel, that's your weakness, not the world's strength."
The Koga dog popped his neck before looking behind him to the scarred one. "You shouldn't blame life for the pain that has been inflicted upon you or anyone else...Blame those who inflict the pain." He stamped his paw before turning back to the cat. He really wasn't amused by this feline's flaws and sadistic nature. It made him sick and caused his head to pound. His Mind's eye had been trained in on this cat and he knew how sick this feline truly was just from feeling her aura.((sorry. Mashin hadn't had enough exercise lately. I figured I'd let him meet some new people. I can delete this post if you'd like ^^)) |
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Post by Kai on May 16, 2010 16:33:27 GMT -5
[Aww, thank you so much Kyu *hugges*]
[And sure, you can join if Kyu's okay with it]
“It is cruel… because it can be. It can do whatever it wants with us, torture us slowly till we beg for death…"
The feline was surprised as the words came out, dead as they sounded, Ming was pleased with them. It wasn't anything she could come up with, that was sure. For the cat never spent much time thinking of it; she spent her time taking her pain and hurt out on others. This is how she dealt with her horrid past, having never found a better way to do so.
“Because life is just that… time we spend here before death claims us. Its simple purpose is to die in the end…”
Heh, so that is why, but now, why do we have to die? she thought, narrowing her eyes slightly. Death was something she had come close to many times at the hands of man and dog. She was not scared of death, she just wished it wouldn't happen to her.
“And oh boy, does it love teaching… “With a cruel teacher… Only cruel students can pass… but even they die…”
"Hahaha, very good, very good," she purred, lifting her tail from the other's paws. She was beginning to like this canine, for she followed orders and gave good answers to her questions. Maybe, just maybe, this dog was worth keeping around, for Ming always had questions that needed answers that she could not give. But since she Annie had answered the feline's questions, she deserved to know the cat's name. But before Ming could open her mouth, a dog dropped from the trees, causing her fur to rise up slightly in anger.
"A student doesn't have to be cruel to pass a cruel teacher's lesson...and even if they pass...they don't die. At least...not easily. Life is what you make of it, cat. If you choose to think it's cruel, that's your weakness, not the world's strength."
Her jaws parted slightly, revealing her very sharp fangs; Ming was pissed at this new dog interrupting her. What did this dog want anyway? She had done nothing wrong. Killing was apart of nature, and so what if she just happened to kill more then needed? That mouse would of died anyway. This is the reality of the world, the cruel, cruel world. And as the fox hybrid had said, only the cruelest ones survive.
As the koga turned to address the other canine, Ming stood and stretched, unsheathing her coal black claws. Then she sat once more and curled her tail around herself, hiding her claws from view. "Leave her be, Dog," she growled toward the male, suddenly becoming protective over the fox hybrid. "You have no right to preach to us. We have been abused and left for broken, we have lived on our own and survived because of ourselves. We have lived in the real world, not in a world of fantasy. As she spoke, her eyes bore into those of the koga, daring him to interrupt. "And the real world is cruel, very cruel." |
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Post by Groovetastic on May 16, 2010 19:50:10 GMT -5
[[Mind if I join? I haven't exercised my words enough as of late. ^_^]]
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Post by Kyouran on May 16, 2010 22:48:35 GMT -5
((OOC:I'm fine with both of you joining, LOL, and I think Kai doesn't mind, right?
WIP: I'll be replying after I get back from school.))
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Post by Groovetastic on May 17, 2010 15:11:08 GMT -5
Such a nice, drafty night... The sentiment rolled by just as soon as it had come, floating off on a current of air that continued to blow his orange coat around like a lazy fire. The moon was popping in and out from behind the cover of clouds like a prairie dog lending just enough light to know where it was he placed his paws and where his trail might lead to any passers-by. I bet there are plenty around here who are just aching to shatter this silence, a silence seemingly to be the night itself waiting for something to crawl out of its dark, welcoming folds of embrace... and burn a hole through this tranquil cover.[/i] The lupine mused, the faintest hint of an ironic grin tugging at the corners of his maw. The night was just too nice, too good to be true for there to not be something horrible or twisted hiding within its natural shroud. Without any notice his frame jumped upward until he balanced on his hind paws. "I'm ready for you, in whatever form you may choose to take; and ready to tear out your insides and feast." Walaro smiled, dancing around on light paws like a buffoon swept away by the wind. "And the real world is cruel, very cruel.""Oh, how right you are! Those are some wise words to carry upon the wind! You might live a life of self-inflicted misery, but you will survive longer with such a jaded point of view!" The orange-furred wolf called out with amusement dripping from his words like syrup overflowing off of a plate of pancakes. He dropped back down to his four paws and whimsically made his way over to where the voice, such an overly-happy and sinister one at that, originated from. He readied himself for whatever it was he was to see or meet, though he kept up his light-hearted appearance on the outside.
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Post by Kyouran on May 17, 2010 16:47:33 GMT -5
((OOC: I'm so sorry for such a horrible reply, but I had so many other ideas distracting me that it was impossible to concentrate... I'm sorry...))"Hahaha, very good, very good,"
Annie observed the feline as she seemed pleased with her answer, more so than she had expected. Maybe she had finally found someone who understood her way of thinking, someone who could maybe relate to the thoughts that swirled inside her mind. She almost sighed in relief, for even though she had spent most of her life trying not to care what others thought, it still got to her. And having someone who knew what you were talking about was refreshing, it was like lifting a great weight off your shoulders. In that moment, the sick amusement she had earlier felt around this cat didn’t matter as much as the fact she now saw a possible companion in the smaller creature.
She stopped. An froze in place as an unfamiliar presence washed over her, its… displeasure with which it was radiating making her hair stand on end and her mind scream at her to move. But she couldn’t do it; she was too caught up in her own confusion. It has never happened to her that someone managed to get that close without her noticing. Either her mind’s eye and keen senses, or the ghosts that kept following her around would always warn her of others approaching. So this sudden change startled her, immobilizing her temporarily.
"A student doesn't have to be cruel to pass a cruel teacher's lesson...and even if they pass...they don't die. At least...not easily. Life is what you make of it, cat. If you choose to think it's cruel, that's your weakness, not the world's strength."
The Koga had landed with no effort in front of her, his attention on the feline she had been speaking to. Annie could tell he was not amused in the least, and his words just confirmed it. He had been there the entire time, listening on their conversation. “Stupid! How could have you missed him? And for that long…” But the truth was she was there was simply no point in dwelling on that, since the dog had now shown himself and it was over. The peace she thought she had found and hoped would last for at least a while was now surely to be shattered, as fragile as it was even without interruptions and judgements of a complete stranger.
The pain she felt in her back leg slowly lessened, and she cursed under her breath as it was replaced instead by some inner turmoil. Annie hated the feeling. Why couldn’t have this dog passed them without butting in? What was it to him? Why did he have to come along and ruin everything?
"You shouldn't blame life for the pain that has been inflicted upon you or anyone else...Blame those who inflict the pain."
She had missed when he turned to address her, but as the words left his maw Annie opened her eyes, willing them to allow her to see the Koga in the darkness. “What is it with this one?” The pressure she felt and that brought her anticipation and thrill earlier, now changed to suffocate her. It weighted down on her, and she could feel the walls rising, building around her. Her mask was on, cover up, and the depression left her features, the hollowness of her voice disappeared, and everything was nicely painted over with anger and bitterness.
She was ready to swallow down the pain that would surely be more than she could handle and show this know-it-all a piece of her mind. How dare he? How dare he tell her how to live? If he ever had the chance to live her life for even a day, he would run back to him mommy crying for help and release. So how dare he act as if he knew what she had gone through? And how in the world did he expect her to value and respect life when it was having so much twisted fun with her? Blame the ones who inflicted the pain? Yeah, easy enough, it would be almost every soul she had met ever, both living and dead in her case. So, how could he say don’t blame life? To let lose of her building anger, she was willing to strain her body and show the Koga what exactly he was talking about.
"Leave her be, Dog, You have no right to preach to us. We have been abused and left for broken, we have lived on our own and survived because of ourselves. We have lived in the real world, not in a world of fantasy. And the real world is cruel, very cruel.”
Her eyes quickly shifted to the feline form that had moved a bit farther away, and some unfamiliar feeling she could sense coming off the cat surprised Annie. It was as if… she cared about her, enough to stand up to the dog for it, not only for herself. It brought confusion to her mind. Was she just imagining? It was likely, and yet she did not want it to be. For once, she wished not to be left alone, even tho she had just met the strange female.
But as the surprise faded rapidly, the anger returned full force at the thought of the feline getting hurt by the likes of the brash Koga. She still wanted to explain a few things to him about not messing with the things he did not understand, and now that urge intensified. Gathering all the strength she had left in her battered body, Annie lifted herself from the ground, unsteadily at first, only to reagin her balance once she was standing strait. Pain shot op from her leg, making her dizzy and sick, but she pushed it away. Now wasn’t the time to be weak, and she knew it. It was a comforting thought, anyway, that after she was done teaching this lesson her emotions would lessen the grip they had on her, be it from the pain or simple fact she would pass out.
Once she found herself able to move, she refused to close her eyes again. This fight was to be fought without the help of her senses, only with her will and anger. Plain and simple. Baring her fangs, she did not expect to actually land a hit on the bigger canine, for even tho she was fast and agile, her current condition changed that drastically. Annie moved as quickly as she could manage without falling back down, her jaws hopefully clasping around the Koga’s forepaw. The dark spots appeared in her line of sight, which came as weird to her for she had thought there wasn’t anything darker that this night. Apparently, she was wrong. It was hard to stay on her paws even, let alone attack, but Annie, as stubborn as she could be, refused to give up. She would not forgive for being judged like that. Or maybe it was all just to cover up the fact how hurt she was by those careless words. Oh how they all thought they understood and knew it all. And boy, were they wrong.
Somewhere along the way, Anrui became aware of one more presence, but this time it didn’t matter. The words that reached her didn’t register in her mind, and she had no idea if they were spoken to her or not. There was no point in thinking about it anyway. She would be out in a few moments one way or another. So she put all of her strength in that one attack. Somewhere in her mind, she knew it was all futile…
“I have let your tiny minds magnify my agony…” --Anathema
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Post by Montgomery on May 31, 2010 10:02:39 GMT -5
The ninja dog could feel his anger building up inside of him. Ready to burst forth at this cat. He kept his outer expression cool and still unamused as he stayed focused on the cat for now.
He mocked her out loud as he spoke. " 'And the real world is very very cruel...' Ha! You are a pathetic feline. You are weak for allowing yourself to form this much hatred for something that has caused turmoil in your life...I cannot pity you, for pitying the weak will only give you more of a reason to become more self loathing and useless. Stupid Cat."
Just as he was about to continue his verbal onslaught his Mind's Eye caught vision of a figure approaching them. There was a sick and sinister feeling about this wolf as he came into view. Mashinkage's brilliant green eyes quickly focused on the wolf, his displeased expression didn't lighten at the new comer. He was just as bad as the weak Cat.
Before he could position himself to face all three creatures, his ears picked up movement behind him. The wounded dog was launching a rather feeble attack. With one quick movement he lifted his foreleg out of the way of the attack, swiftly moving his head in to snap his jaws around the back of the poor fool's neck. If his fangs hit their mark, he wouldn't try to kill her, only force her to the ground, pinning her. Through his clamped jaws, he muttered to Annie, "Now don't you move another muscle, or I'll snap your neck. This random act of hatred and anger towards me will bring nothing but blood shed...I'll let you up when you prove to me that you won't be that foolish again..."
::Leader...forgive me. I have gotten myself involved in something that isn't our clan's business. Please, if you can feel this at all, give me your blessing so if i have to kill here, it will not be in your disfavor...::
From his newly found position after his attack, his stern green eyes focused on the Orange wolf yet again"Live longer, you say? No creature in their right mind lives just to keep staying miserable. Are you as demented and pathetic as this life hating cat, or are you just a sadist come here to further these two mislead being's jaded outlook on life?" He tensed his muscles, watching this wolf carefully, his eyes focusing more on him, keeping the other two in his Mind's Eye."Either way, you best watch yourself. I see you and I've got my eye on you...Make no cross move towards any of us here, or I'll strike you down..."
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