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Subject: Sali-fluff.

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Date Posted: 23:37:52 10/30/04 Sat

Your turn, erfie. I have no creative ideas right now...

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The dogfox that sits smirking on the bartop next to an equally smirky vixen thrusts back his head and downs his third ale, then tosses the glass hard to the floor, where it shatters into a thousand fragments of razor-sharp glass-dust. The male idly kicks over the barstool he'd been resting his feet on, and turns to his companion. "I'm sick of this crap," he growls, his smirk fading for an instant, "Let's get to the sport, huh? I've waited long enough." Velenx the Evil 23:44:59 10/30/04 Sat

The vixen licks the rim of her latest mug of ale and stands as well. "Yes," she growls. "Midnight approaches, and our sacrifice - " she spits the word " - awaits." (NT) -- Valeria, 23:49:36 10/30/04 Sat

Unlike his companion, whose movements are so menacingly smooth, so deadly and flowing, he leaps down from his perch on the bartop and lands heavily, but his footing is steady. He balls his fists, and snarls to the air. Then he leans over the bar and, muscles bulging, pulls up a bound rat, a rat whose well-endowed belly is far more obvious than his muffled cries for help. "Let's begin." (NT) -- Velenx the Evil, 23:57:32 10/30/04 Sat

Smoothly pulling a belt knife from its sheath at her waist and studying it, she snarls, "Tie him down. We don't want him thrashing about." Gently laying down the knife for later, she reaches into the scrip lying on the barstool next to the one she had been sitting on and pulls forth a hammer and several stakes. "Where shall we begin?" she asks. (NT) Valeria the Wicked 00:02:17 10/31/04 Sun

He glares down at the red-headed rat with such evil loathing, such a murderous hunger, that for a moment the victim's struggles and cries and stilled and quieted as he looks up into the face that he knows will be the last thing he sees. Then the fox turns his black, beady eyes towards his companion. "What would you say, love, to a rather more entertaining form of restraint? We have the stakes, and the walls are perfectly solid. Why should he get to lay down while we're up doing all the work?" (NT) -- Velenx the Evil, 00:07:18 10/31/04 Sun

She smiles at him, such a twisted, wicked smile that the rat trembles in terror. "Ingenious, dearest," she says sweetly. "If you would be so kind as to hold him up to the wall?" (NT) -- Valeria the Wicked, 00:10:21 10/31/04 Sun

"Of course, my sweet." He nods curtly, his polite tone merely mocking the rat's terror and adding to the menace of the air about him. The fox unceremoniously drags the bound victim to a clear spot right under the wall, then stops. "But first..." he mutters to himself, as he leans down and, with one clamp of his powerful jaws, severs the rope holding the rat captive. But before the hapless creature can even move to defend himself or escape, the fox strikes him so hard across the face that he is left dazed. And though the rat is so grossly overweight, the dogfox's hatred and rage is such that he has no difficult hoisting him up and holding him against the wall. "There you are, Valeria," he calls, "We're all ready for you." (NT) -- Velenx the Evil, 00:16:01 10/31/04 Sun

Smirking, she approaches with hammer and stakes. Grabbing one of the rat's plump wrists, she extends his arm and, smoothly shuffling stakes, mallet, and her grip on his wrist, she begins hammering the first stake into his paw, right between the tendons. Blood slowly wells up around the cold, black steel of the stake as she hammers it in. The miserable rat flails and tries to break free, but Velenx's grip is too strong and even Valeria's slender form has more strength than could be expected at a glance. He screams, and in between the screams pleads for mercy. Valeria simply pounds the stake in, deaf to the rat's screams and pleas. (NT) Valeria 00:25:52 10/31/04 Sun

The first stake finished, she starts on another, this time in the wrist to help support the other. "Lively, isn't he?" she comments wryly to her companion, heartlessly pounding the second through flesh and tendon, and blood slowly trickled from the wounds. (NT) -- Valeria the Heartless, 00:27:55 10/31/04 Sun

He smirks and tilts his head towards his vile mate. "Eh, sorry? It's hard to hear..." he turns his smirk to the writhing creature that won't see it anyway. "All this screaming, you know..." Suddenly, his expression turns savage. His paw flashes out, and before anyone has time to react he's grabbed the crying beast by the throat, so hard that his screams are choked off and his eyes are forced wide open. In the sudden silence, broken only by the chinking and meaty thonking of Valeria's work, Velenx's hissing voice seems as loud as any screaming... at least to the rat's terrified ears. "Stop your noise, miserable creature. Or else you'll start to feel some serious pain." (NT) -- Velenx the Evil, 00:37:03 10/31/04 Sun

Valeria smirks and mutters softly to Velenx, "So cruel, love," as she finishes the second stake and moves around to the rat's other side, where she repeats the process. The rat, terrified and drowning in agony, earnestly struggles not to scream as the pain spreads. He stills squeaks frantically, though, and occasionally even borders on a squeal...but the dog-fox's threat is enough to quiet him considerably. (NT) -- Valeria the Wicked, 00:46:14 10/31/04 Sun

"Brilliant, darling," Valeria mutters as she finishes the first stake on his second side. "It's nice we can at least hear each other now, though his snivelling is certainly irritating after a while. Nevertheless..." And she begins on the second stake (or the fourth, depending on how you count). (NT) -- Valeria the Wicked, 00:48:27 10/31/04 Sun

Velenx takes a step back, to give his partner her room to work. Unfortunately for all involved, the agony of being nailed to the wall is too much for the pathetic creature on the wall, and his churning stomach vomits up his last meal... creating two very angry foxes. (NT) -- Velenx, 00:59:08 10/31/04 Sun

'Very angry' is a gross understatement. Even 'furious' wouldn't do Valeria's rage justice. Shrieking some obscure expletive (or two), she backhands him (mallet and extra stakes still in paw) fiercely. Valeria the Enraged 01:07:50 10/31/04 Sun

Let's face it. Velenx doesn't like vomit. Especially not from some miserable little red-headed rat. Velenx's ears lay back flat on his head, and his expression turns evil enough to burn the walls. Quietly, he raises his paw to stay Valeria, who's already caused the victim's snout to break and hang painfully crookedly. The fox, still without a word, takes a slow step up to the wall. "That," he growls softly, "Was a mistake." He drives his clenched fist with all his might into a place that the vast majority of males don't want to be struck. The rat's face fills with pain, but he can't do anything about the agony... nor about the second blow that hits in just the same spot. "Valeria, the rite starts now." The game is over, and the fox's voice is dripping with a deathly cold hatred. -- Velenx the Angry, 01:13:35 10/31/04 Sun

"I was going to anyway, even if you didn't want to, after that," Valeria snarls, throwing mallet and stakes in the general direction of the bar. Snatching a handkerchief from her handy little scrip, she furiously wipes as much of the vomit as is possible from her red fur, then throws it at Velenx for him to use and reaches for the knife. Approaching the rat, she snarls, "You are going to regret that, you [insert expletives here]." (NT) -- Valeria the Wicked, 01:21:38 10/31/04 Sun

"Slowly, Valeria," the male murmurs, "Our Master will not be rushed." He pulls from the folds of his cloak strange herbs that reek of decay, and he casually strolls over to the fire and lights them. They burn, and he returns to the sacrificial victim and holds them under his face so the acrid smoke burns his eyes and his ruined nose. "Begin the bleeding ceremony." (NT) -- Velenx the Satanic, 01:26:48 10/31/04 Sun

"Well, let's not dilly-dally about!" Valeria snarls, testing the sharpness of the knife with her paw as she waits for Velenx to prepare the herbs. Finally, licking the knife with an expression of pure loathing and fury, she begins. The knife's blade flashes in the dim light of the Sali as it slowly becomes drenched in the rat's blood. It was a complex ceremony, consisting of various styles of cutting, slicing, and stabbing in various, often symbolically-shaped patterns. Blood trickled in rivulets across the overweight rat's fur, twisting the shape of the marks. Throughout the entire process, the rat is...well, certainly not happy. It hurts, blast it...and it's only going to get worse. (NT) Valeria the Vicious 01:39:33 10/31/04 Sun

Yes, it's going to get worse, but not for much longer. The blood-letting was certainly complex, it was also a lengthy process. One that, it must be admitted, Valeria performed flawlessly, a testament to her skill in the rites of darkness. Valeria gives an overly curt nod to Velenx - she's irritated at him, it's plain, but he'll more than make it up to her later tonight during the post-sacrifical ceremony. But for now, there is more serious work to be done. The final breaking of the condemned falls into the cruel paws of Velenx, no stranger to torture. He steps up to the wall, his snarling lips for the first time in many minutes almost curling up into a wicked smile. From his belt he unhooks an iron hammer, one carved with runes and demons. Without a word, he swings it twice... efficiently shattering both the rat's kneecaps. At this sudden shock of unspeakable agony, the rat does let out his screams, but now Velenx doesn't care. The ritual is almost complete. (NT) -- Velenx the Brutal, 01:07:48 10/31/04 Sun

From the other side of his belt he unhooks an axe, and with two more strokes he cuts off the rat's paws. With no support, gravity does its work and the brutalized creature falls, all his weight crashing down on his ruined knees. With one final scream, one that would make all but the cruelest beasts weep, the rat falls and lies on floor, writhing around, trying to find some position that will ease the unspeakable agony in his knees and wrists. His fur is slicked with cold sweat, and the pallor of his flesh attests to the hideous volume of blood he has lost. With a satisfied smirk, Velenx turns to Valeria. "My dear," he says softly, adoringly, "The ritual is yours to complete. Finish him." (NT) -- Velenx the Brutal, 01:08:27 10/31/04 Sun

"Hold him," Valeria orders, retrieving her mallet and the last two stakes as Velenx once more hoisted the rat up against the wall. She's still a bit testy, obviously, but she's relaxed a little bit now with the rat's manifold screams. And now, in the crowning part of the ceremony, she takes one stake to each eye and hammers them in until they're embedded in the wall behind the rat's head. By the time she finishes and, with an air of finality, plunges the bleeding knife into his gut, the rat is dead, or close enough that it's nearly the same thing. His last breath was a scream of utter agony...but it's over now and he hangs limply on the wall, unrecognizable but for his generous bulk. Valeria turns now to Velenx, a soft smile on her face. "This much is finished, love," she says quietly, putting her mallet away. (NT) Valeria the Wicked 01:32:34 10/31/04 Sun

Velenx returns her smile and comes up to her side. He looks down into her eyes and takes her blood-soaked paws into his equally stained ones. They forget, then, the dead body on the wall behind them, they forget their hatred, their sadistic pleasures. "This much, yes," he murmurs softly to her, "But there's still more to be done, of course. Ah, shall we?" Velenx slips his arm around her waist, and they make their way for the door. Before they get there, Valeria halts and pulls out her knife. Running it dangerously along her mate's ribcage, she says in a low growl, "And don't rush me this time, dearest. You know how... irritated I can get." Velenx smirks and pulls up the paw holding the knife to his chest. "Of course not, my sweet, I'll give you all the time you need." He kisses her paw, then they make their way out the door, to complete the final rite. (NT) -- Velenx, 01:43:44 10/31/04 Sun

***DISCLAIMER: This year's Halloween Nightmare thread is brought to you specially by Uri and Void...(the same pair of trouble-makers who did it last year on the Boz). It is not to be taken at all seriously, as it is done with our char's personalities so twisted and thwarted that they're hardly Velenx and Valeria anymore. So...don't hate us, or bite our heads off, or avoid us like the plague. We're really nice people. Well...mostly. Um...yes? (NT) Void 01:55:31 10/31/04 Sun