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Post by H.A. Regiro on Dec 29, 2006 22:54:23 GMT -5
.:Keagyn:.
Constant turmoil. Never stopping. When to stop? When to listen to his own mind? Maybe never. But who knew? What if he never changed, never stopped moving from one place to another, never found someone who would accept him for who he was?
The Brute's weary paws guided him onward until he reached a spring. The cool, refreshing scent the came from the water was so enticing that Keagyn couldn't resist. His thick pelt was matted with dirt, and his ribs, if anyone could see them, stuck out unnaturally from lack of food. If only eating snow for so long could keep him alive, then that was what he would do. Hunting wasn't exactly his strong point, and what would he do if the lead of these lands found him? Maybe they could help, if only they would. The brute's pale eyes took in nothing more than the cool water in front of him. He lapped frantically at the water, drinking until he could drink no more. Unfortunately, since he hadn't eaten for quite some time, his stomach rebelled against this sudden intake. Keagyn gagged, but managed to keep the water down.
Suddenly too tired to move on, Keagyn let his body collapse next to the spring. He would die next to something beautiful. He closed his eyes, and his breathing became shallow. However, almost to his disappointment, he didn't die. He had fought to live and he was hanging on even if he didn't like it. Keagyn only managed to growl softly deep in his throat as snow blew over him, freezing in the outer layer of his pelt until he glittered like an icicle.
Week Later
After seven days of reviving, hunting small prey till he could finally catch deer, working his muscles till he could climb a tree half way, he now felt stronger and more pleased about himself. His coat shined proudly, and his claws were as sharp as daggers. Green orbs were more alert and his maw was soft and delicate.
When the sky was blue as the water, the snow was crisp, and the air was thick he lifted his head and called the sound of claim, the rumble of proudness, sorrow, and power. It rumbled in his throat and rebelated against the air. He smiled pleased with himself...
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Post by Taiyou on Dec 30, 2006 20:38:29 GMT -5
Taiyou travled the land most frequently. She smirked satisfied to herself as she licked half the blood off her maw from a killing. Another tigress whom didn't know her place...the poor soul. Her eyes glimmered with the want of power and insanity. What fun it was for her. Her grey eyes scaled the surroundings until she picked up a sent. A brute it was. Her eyes began to appear innocent...but trust shouldn't be had. She picked up her pace and smelt the air and how sharp it was through her nostrils. Her light pelt flowed and snapped with the wind. She suddenly stopped as she saw him...shrunken in the distance. A smirk was placed on her maw as she moved one large paw after another...making no sound. A soft and seductive pur was being heard in her throat as she stepped closer. The smirk was closely replaced with a soft smile...but still the look of seduction was still appearing.
"Well, well, well..." she began walking to the side of this brute. "My dear, you look a bit prideful. Now tell me do find pride to be a fault or a virtue?" she said with a smirk. She knew to her pride was indeed a virtue...her arrogance was too great to think otherwise. "May I inquire you name...you calling? Taiyou is the name of the one in which you see" said the seductive female. Her purring became loud and she moved slightly away hoping to tempt him. Skiming his tail with hers as she moved softly away and her smirk remained suttle. She bent her head to lay on the ground. Her eyes were on him for a moment and she was enjoying herself. "Pray, how are you sir? I do beleive life has been rather boring and I would die to hear your comment on it..." she said serpently. She always wished to tempt the innocent souls by her elegant ways of speach which she let out with great confidence.
She looked up to the sky...so blue and beautiful. Under her rule she would imagine the sky to be red...the ground to be of ash and bone...oh how she adored it. She hoped to find others of her...nature to share the wonderous thoughts with. For thinking to yourself never really does satisfy for long. Her claws softly dug into the ground she awaited an answer when there was the posiblity that there wouldn't be an answer. Her smirk being the perfect example of sin as she placed it upon her maw looking to the brute most in a most dark way. It seems the fire would catch up to her one day...and she eagerly awaited the day in fact. When she would feel the burning intensity of the hell's fire consuming her body. Ah yes how she loved the thought. Her thoughts of blood were one thing but the underworld was another. She could never get bored thinking about it. Death was what she awaited and she dearly wasn't afraid of it and she loves to cause it. She licked the remaining blood off her maw even it still remained on her paws but she didn't really mind. The death of one to her was to be treasured...not mourned for.
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Post by H.A. Regiro on Dec 30, 2006 21:44:43 GMT -5
Keagyn i be cursed... Tiayou He spoke the name, as if tasting it on his tounge. Life? You may ask, Living Hell, and in my case, Paradise. But Difficult, in other words. The skimming of her tail made him shiver, not in fear or ressentment but touch. The soft feeling of it that soothed him, the touch by a flirtatious tigress. May i ask what your goal is here? He moved toward the female and smirked Or... He said teasingly Were you just leaving? His tail flicked proudly, snow began drifting down the thick air, tickling his nose, he sneezed. Shaking his fur, Damn snow. He thought.
The sun was blood, with its covering of flesh and briuses and finally surounded by twilight. The white specked dandruff spotting the begining of the land and sky. The tree's shadows were facing east, they looked like sinister skelotons, killed by years of rays and abusment. And the snow was like that of a dream. A distant dream in which was lost my coldand treachery and never appears till difficult times of the Animal Kingdom. There was know life in the dark woods, it was dead. Like the sun, Like the bashed sky, like Keagyn... and his dark past.
When he was only three, a adult but not quite. When he was vain, and still is, and wanted power. When he wanted it so much he killed his siblings. earing them limb by limb, to wear only there body parts wee left nd there pitiful heads, with open grey eyes seeing nothing. And when he washed himself in a brook it only left his pasrents to wonder what had happened. And then a year later, a young adult strong and trained in fighting to kill.
He attacked his father.
Fang to fang, claw to claw, body to body. Snarling, Growling, and Raoring. Till all was left was an injured youngling tiger, and a dead wise king. His mother who saw it all fled, and word spread witin the animals as the Tiger Murderer, exiled from the woods. he now regreted it, but stronger and revived, with his own kingdom he could carry on his Blood Lust for power. And with this female, he wondered, possibilities were here.
The tigers solemn face looked in the sweet seductive orbs of the female, they called to him almost like a spell... or a curse. He couldn't stop looking, they were like saphires. She was beautiful, he thougt.
-Regiro
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Post by Taiyou on Jan 2, 2007 22:02:33 GMT -5
Taiyou glanced at him and smirked. "Cursed? I do beleive we are both rather blessed!" She exclaimed to him with a sort of cynical happiness. She listened to his talk of hell and she smirked an evil smirk and she was enjoying herself. "Very good..." she told him with great snake like qualities. She got on her paws again and looked to him while skiming his tail again with hers to tempt him...he appeared to like that.
"I think that you are the one to decide goals upon now aren't you. Conceited and arrogant are we perhaps? What a lovely fault...completely a demonic quality not to be overlooked" she said with great pleasure. Those eyes that were of grey and were not to be trifled with since they were quite powerful and seductive...so once you are in their trap you will not get out for anything. "Leave? You do not beleive that I would leave you deffenseless now would you?" said she. Males were so naive...she couldn't stand it but they were mostly her calling as well as death. She was only born so that she may die. Die the most horrible fiery death possible...oh yes. How she loved the idea! She could not get it out of her mind. She wondered how the others had taken it when their necks were under the wrath of her sharp claws. Would Keagyn face such a wrath? Of course not...for it seemed he may have been the one in the race of Taiyou's kind that made the last breath so painful.
Sadly this is all being industrilly circulated by myself...what a pitty that I have so much sin on my very shoulders
When a cub Taiyou always wondered why she was so incredibly opposite to the benevolent souls. But she realized they were the ones who were the fools. Thinking they can change everything with the kind deeds they set out forth to do when they only get taken advatage of. Taiyou did have the thought that only way things were changed were with violence. She liked the idea and it thrived throughout her life to become an overwhelming obsession to one she couldn't escape but that she didn't want to escape. To be herself was her life and she couldn't be benevolent or kind if she wanted to...which she positively would never. "What are your goals for you and myself...?" she asked with her eyes glimering with seduction as her breath was on his ear for a moment as she whispered those words to him. Backing away again so the sinful temptation would kill him from the inside out. How she adored how she was different . From her own tribe that was at least...there were certainly others...many others but it always seemed that she was the one murderer that was happy with each of their works.
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Post by H.A. Regiro on Jan 26, 2007 19:01:12 GMT -5
He grunted, “Perhaps the fact that we must scavenge and live on the out skirts of earth, feeding on rodents if we are lucky to defeat larger pray. When we must suffer, when normally burning in our hearts is what we lust for, and to feel pain of knowing you’re alone to fend for your self…,” He paused for a moment almost shedding a tear but not willing to show it, “And to have your parents killed.” Now his heart boiled angrily as he thought of what troubled him, “Those Lights!” He bellowed. He hadn’t been open to another soul, and until then he found why his heart was cold and empty. Cause he had no family. An orphan.
“To you it might bless the; but it is a curse to me. Hell to know that I never knew my own father. The Lights probably hung his head in triumph when they were signified enough to leave young to die. Like me.” When the fae whisked her tail against his cheek, it warmed him to a pleasant essence. He new though she wasn’t comforting him, she was toying. Making his heart melt and have him fill with lust for her. He knew all too fell, but he couldn’t resist it. He hadn’t been around others to practice resistance.
Her silver cloud eyes gazed through him, the shimmered like sapphires. She wouldn’t leave like he said. But he didn’t mind, he enjoyed her presence. When she asked about him and her, he didn’t know what to say. His whiskers twitched brushing her maw.
“You are quite the fighter; determined type if I dare say.” He smiled chuckling to him self; for the first time. “I don’t know, what exactly do you mean?” He knew what she meant, but he wanted her to admit it. She was certainly different from what he remembered of his kind.
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