Nyla
New Member
Posts: 8
|
Post by Nyla on Aug 7, 2011 22:57:02 GMT -5
A . k i i
She felt sick.
Her stomach was heavy, bloated, and her head hung between her hunched shoulders, tiredness making her even more irritable than usual. Crouched beneath the blooming cherry tree, she regarded the clearing with resentment. What was wrong with her? She'd been feeling under the weather for weeks now, subtly at first, but before she knew it, she felt positively off. And worse, she had no idea why. Maybe 'sick' wasn't the right way to describe it, but she sure as hell didn't feel nice and perky. She just felt bad. Cranky. Heavy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this out of it, if ever. No- That wasn't true. She grimaced as an unbidden memory worked it's way into her mind. It came in flashes, bits and pieces, an image here, an emotion there. A dark-pelted male, the way his green eyes looked at her with uncomprehending fascination. She'd given those good looks a decent scratch or two before she'd let him have his way. She wasn't an easy catch.
The realization hit her like a sharp cuff, sudden, unexpected. She swore loudly, then checked herself, and continued shooting off expletives under her breath. You gotta be kidding me. But how had she not noticed it before? Well, it was her first time, maybe it wasn't so surprising. It only made it all the worse though, knowing now exactly why she felt so heavy. She didn't want it, not in the least. She was a savvy young female, not too many years marking her pelt, but old enough to know better, no doubt. A whole future ahead of her... At least, there had been. How long would it take to regain what she had carelessly lost, by getting herself so easily knocked up? Burying her head under her paws, she groaned quietly to herself. "Ugh, kill me now."
She was only a little bit serious.
|
|
|
|
Post by blueberry. on Aug 13, 2011 15:37:28 GMT -5
K O O N T Z .
The graceful male, moved threw the main lands, his two shining eyes glinting with mischief. The cub was in a good mood, if the mood to annoy a warrior. He slinked in behind Akii. 'Sure I'll kill you!' he announced, pouncing infront of Akii, his tail lashing, his small claws sheeted. 'Comon! Play Akii!' he hissed, batting the large warrior with his tiny paw. Rolling around on the ground he smacked the female werever her could, hoping to get a shot in. 'Fight back, lazy bones!' he hissed. 'I order you to fight me like a warrior!' he joked.
[ short. LOL ]
|
|
|
|
Post by BladeTorn >3 on Aug 13, 2011 19:09:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=black]
DECODE.
WHO IS THIS IRRESISTIBLE CREATURE WITH
AN INSATIABLE LOVE FOR THE DEAD ?!
The presence of a corpse was a revolting thing for most. T'was entirely ill seeming and haunting, but not to Decode. She basked in the eerie glow of death, unfazed by the taste of the air; an atmosphere chilled with a maggot-infested stench. Flicking a slender tail dripping hues of honey, the bicolored druidess admired what sky had been weaved today. Whatever heavenly seamstress had woven the blue and white hues had definetly earned a sort of respect from Decode. Actually, no. The devil's spawn merely envied her artistic abilities. Charcoal pistons moved forward with a startlingly handsome lumber. Her long form was not in the slightest misproportioned or unbalanced. She was built like a watch, a steady in balance with a neck and head entirely refined. No doubt a beauty, but her exquisetly curved tiara was doused in a sort of venom; with green poison dripping from every angle that made up her carriage. If you've ever been in a graveyard, you are quite aware of it's insatiable appetite of fear. Feeding off the screams and shivers of the victims cowering their way through it's territories. Within the presence of the prussian dappled vixen that now wandered, the same feeling could be associated. Her unsheathed, onyx claws clipped along the stone of the earth. This place, though... it was no morgue, no cavern filled with the dead. It wasn't quite eerie enough for her.
Sighing with entire discontentment, the leanly built she-devil made her way toward two. A smile ticked her lips as she inhaled pregnancy. Ooh? Her bitter thoughts twirled behind eyes of pure cerulean, waving with devious thoughts, equivalent to the way the ocean choked up sea foam. Decode's bright lamplets singled out Akii. "Twinkle twinkle little slut, close your legs you filthy mutt." She purred, a sort of dementia in her voice - no regard for the fae's emotions in the slightest, uttering words so loudly she'd be sure Akii could hear!
She had no taste in watching her little spawn play about. The only timed her little ones got emotion, love, care was when they were in the midst of a life-death situation.
NOTES ??? x || WORDS ### 357 || TAGS !!!Nyla w/ Akii, and Purri w/ Koontz
|
|
|
|
|
Post by WalterGirl on Aug 14, 2011 20:53:47 GMT -5
-Grand . MAL-
The young male was taking his sweet time hunting, he was as starving as a horse in grass-less lands, yet he kept getting purposely distracted with miniscule things. Why? Because he could. He felt no reason to rush the fact he had absolutely NOTHING to do with his time, and give a reason to go back to 'camp'.
Mal hated being the 'newb' in Meurtrier, even though he came as an older cub he was still as less noticed now as a young male then he originally was when he came. He was tired of being a lower one, he wanted to make a name for himself among the legends that lurked here, and the little ambitious male strove to do just that.
Yet in the midst of his thinking, his ears picked up the nail-scratching voice of a cub in his ears. Grumbling in annoyance, he couldn't whisk away his curiosity to see where the little voice came from. Mal quickly spotted one of Decode's cubs, the name escaped him. He still had a hard time remembering all the Donovan's and their various names and such.
As he saw Decode herself approach to make a smart remark to Akii, his curiosity floated to wonder about this female Akii's pregnancy, and what Decode was to make of it. Mal knew little, bout found it more entertaining to watch them then to search constantly search for prey. |
|
Nyla
New Member
Posts: 8
|
Post by Nyla on Aug 15, 2011 14:47:11 GMT -5
A . k i i
Oh look, the perfect example of why she was so pissed off, now pummeling her back and ribs with under-developed paws. Was this what she was going to have to deal with for the next however long? A year? She could fight back, but she felt no way inclined to even offer this cub her attention. Instead, with an irritated grunt, she shifted her weight back and to the side, thumping to the ground where the cub was bouncing, if he wasn't too smart to get out of the way. Too hard. Ouch. A grimace warped her face, annoyance at her own sensitivity.
A quiet purr reached her ears, the tone of voice doing little to disguise the harsh, sarcastic words of Former's mate. Half-closed silver eyes rolled to eye the queen distastefully. Which part should she respond to, the 'little slut', or the 'filthy mutt'? It seemed there were two things she and Decode had in common, going by those standards. "Really, you shouldn't be talking," she drawled, resisting the urge to throw in a few more insults. Pissing off the dominants had proven to be a bad idea, and Akii knew to learn from the mistakes of others. Unlike certain pride members, she valued both her health and her position. She was also not a great fan of pain.
At most other times, Akii would happily have engaged in this proposed battle of sharp tongues, but she was tired, and arguing with Decode was never productive. She shifted her gaze, looking sideways across the clearing at its' inhabitants. She raised an eyebrow in mild surprise as she caught Mal watching them. Would he come over and join in the party? Maybe he would, and distract the flies buzzing around near her. Then she could slink off to sulk somewhere quiet.
|
|
|
|
Post by BladeTorn >3 on Aug 15, 2011 17:14:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=black]
DECODE.
WHO IS THIS IRRESISTIBLE CREATURE WITH
AN INSATIABLE LOVE FOR THE DEAD ?!
Decode simply laughed, giving her chest fur a couple of quick licks. She was vain, there was no doubt. But unlike several unfortunate faces, she had a reason to be. The priesttess flicked her slender tail, turning bicolored cerebrum toward the pregnant she-cat. She had no ill-temper and went unfazed by Akii's tart response. Instead, she merely gave a smile. "Darling, I assure you only one dick has been playing tricks with me."
NOTES ??? horrible post because I have to go. LOL. I'll add more later unless someone else posts. || WORDS ### don't know, don't care. || TAGS !!! Nyla w/ Akii, and Purri w/ Koontz
|
|
|
|
|
Post by WalterGirl on Aug 21, 2011 15:35:28 GMT -5
-Grand . MAL-
"Doubt-able..."
Whispered the small male as Decode assured her hormones where directed toward one 'dick'. Yet he seemed to look at all the others here and seriously doubted faithfulness to one was a key concern in this pride, but he simply chuckled in his place, confident that the others where too busy slap-talking eachother to notice him all that much.
Even if he was seen, he would keep his mouth shut as he always did, there was no need for him to push his luck, he didn't feel like screwing himself over today.
Every so often Mal caught a glance from Akii, when she did he simply would pace and look away casually, as if he was doing something else. It was horribly obvious his curiosity was getting the best of him though, and it would turn his young eager self on a bit to watch two females go at it... |
|
