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Falissi, Vero and Adrenaline
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Date Posted: 18:06:06 01/30/03 Thu
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Drekka, Frarrow, and Brechin
's message, "Re: ooc" on 13:14:41 01/30/03 Thu
((Eh.. Since I play the other two, I combined posts.....to lazy to post twice..))
Incredible diablerie now radiated about the area as inamorato withdrew from the shadows which dusted the lands so neatly. Start swept, raven lashed coat now seeped with the invisible liquid plaguing the lands. It seems she had been swimming lately. Coat now frosted with ivor flakes noted the indication of freezing, for the frigid weather was affected her soeaked coat. No heed was paid towards it however, tongue lolling from the crimson leaking mouth of perhaps a recent kill. If so, why did the eerily, calm spitting femora approach the kill in which now resided to be dwelled upon? Alabaster stained optics soon lowered to view the evidence of a pathetic brawl, smirk creasing the painted jaws. Fools. A fight to see whom could eat first.. Who would have the pleasure of sinking their teeth into the sensitive flesh of the dead Herla. What purpose did it serve? Did all around this camp wish to fight? Falling wrapped into their tight packet of insanity, and loosing focus on what was needed to live. Scents she recognized showed her the culprits, and she was not at all surprised. After all, both the female and her brother were imbeciles, as was Letha, the one she had viewed within the vicinty of the temple. The creatures about this camp needed help. And plenty of it.
But enough of that. Her purpose undecided to those who viewed her was naught to be revealed as crania now delved into the area she most enjoyed. It was time for a show. Maw lightly opened the encase several of the still remaining entrails ensnared within the Herla's chest cavity, withdrawing them into the open, sickening plop resounding. Now a mess of steaming heat, she settled to her haunches, right, metallic dusted forepaw lifted. Lowering it, claws went to puncture each and even sac of fluids that were contained, spilling of the vile substances, staining the ground with their putrid essence. Cackle echoed from the split maw, jaws curling into a wicked sneer. Insane she may seem, but it was to her own amusement that she did was she did, knowing that hurting something dead, was not hurting at all.
With each one now burst upon the ground, sticking the the frozen wasteland and freezing within their own fluids. With extreme accuracy, odd for a canine normally, she set to work carving into the thin layer of flesh, streaking it to create random shapes, stripes and much more. If she knew to spell, she would indeed have carved her name. But no canin possesed this quality. With a chuckle, jaws flung to splatter crimson liquid across the snow as she painted her drawings, to create a display for those to view. Done perhaps, she arose upon al four, towering pillars, she dipped down to tear a chunk from the chilling flesh, retreating backwards to slip into the shadows, screeching howl following on her tail...
Wincing at what screaming call sounded, the femora launched herself into the open, optics glancing to snatch a view of that whom echoed such a disgusting voice. But finding naught, she made her way to the carcass residing within the middle of the clean area.. Or once clean. Setting gaze upon the carved, mutilated entrails, she turned away in utter disgust, brown oculars shutting to the open within another vicinity. Lowering jaws she snapped a piece from the Herla, retreating to a nearby tree in which she laid underneath, placing her crania upon the reddened forelegs splayed out before her. Auditives lashed forward, awaiting the arrival of her friend who had lagged behind, slight snort in distaste gracing her nostrils. Optics surveying the land, she noted the evidence of a scuffle, blinking in confusion. Had creatures fought over meat? Had they lowered themselves to such a level? Laying gaze upon the lowly female Nikira, she gave a grin, offering a soft greeting, melodic voice floating upon the waves of wind flowing about the invisible air they dwelled within.
I'm Vero. Yourself?
She inhaled deeply afterwards, easing her mind that had been rather ruffled earlier, gaze catching the ebon form that now slunk from the enormous trees framing the camp.
Jittery male had indeed made his arrival, launching outwards with a burst of speed that sent him reeling in the direction of the Herla. Lash of jaws snatched a piece of skin, and he was yanked backwards as the weight of the herla doubled his own. Physique stumbling upon the dead carcess, he snarled viciously, only to reveal it in a mockery of fury, for playful it was. Lash of paw batted for the head which head the lifeless, dead eyes, eerily glancing out to haunt those whom viewed it. Snicker slashed through the silence that reigned the area, jaws now pulling at the ear as the fool continued to play was someone whom could not possibly play back. Suddenly realizing this, a distasteful look marred his crania, and he grabbed a chunk of crimson stained flesh, prancing towards his companion, legs to collapse and fell his body into a lay. But it wasn't to be so. Jerking to the side, the behemoth found himself rounding the trees several times in a flat out run, chuckling in glee between a mouthful of meat. It was then he wore himself out, collasping right infront of Vero, quivering with a fear-like disposition that haunted his senses and refused to leave. Indeed, the male was plagued...
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