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Post by Snowey on Jan 16, 2010 16:27:08 GMT -5
The ebony thick furred female still lingered close to her mother's last den site one of the last remaining of the family, she tilted her head calling for another. [/center][/size]
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Post by Kostya on Jul 30, 2010 8:43:23 GMT -5
+ KONSTANTINE + ••• CALL ME KOSTYA •••
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night
[/color][/center] Was this hell? Was this glory? Cold seeped deeper than bone, numbing the body but Konstantine did not care -- it did not matter to him as he walked through the snow-drifts, covered by snow, touched by ice. He was separated from it all, a churning violent beast come to play out in the snow. Poison welled up in his mouth, thick and delicious as it sang through his veins: why was he here? Why did he leave his packlands and come out where he should never have come?
He was Kostya -- he did not care for such boundaries. He walked where he wanted, ate when he wanted, where he wanted, what he wanted; it wasn't in his blood to ask for permission -- he was strong, and the strong took what they could with their jaws. Blue, emotionless eyes seemed almost to disappear admist the falling snow, but they were keen, and honed for details -- among the glory of the white there was a bit of dirt before his eyes, a little speck of life and limb that just called to his hunger. He moves forward, his lips turning upward in the sinister smile, a growl so low it was like a purring rift breaking his chest in two slipped out, calling, cooing, getting closer to this little thing. Filth, rage -- these are the things he knew, these the things he collected for himself. Let the pretty be pretty and prance around in the wind: he would have the ugly around him, their faces scarred from fighting, their stomach knotted from hunger.
Yes, yes, this is what he wanted to see; this is the insatiable hunger he wanted to fill. The litle thing called, and he came, like the very cold that threatened to bury the black pelt beneath white. "I'm surprised you're brave enough to call," he rumbles out, drawing ever closer, his maw dropped down, the horns spiraling back, tucked tight against his skull; elongated ears flicked back, poison marred the sight of white on white. Black, it stained his maw, his breath, the air around him curdling from it's high acidity. "Let's see what we have here," and he chuckles, yes, yes, he chuckles.
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Post by Snowey on Jul 31, 2010 18:53:21 GMT -5
occ: I can 't remember why I made this. Snowey was taken aback by the male's appearance maleviolent and frightening. Pools widened ''My family is around here.'' she hissed pulling back away from the unknown male ''There's ten of us.'' she warned feeling threatened she bared her teeth briefly [/center][/size]
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Post by Kostya on Jul 31, 2010 21:33:16 GMT -5
+ KONSTANTINE + ••• CALL ME KOSTYA •••
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night
[/color][/center] Why was he here? Oh yes, right, the hunger. It had grown, terribly, incorrigible, this hunger, this starvation that had nothing to do with food at all -- it was the desires that had gone unmet as of late. Yes, yes, the need for this tender flesh beneath his fangs, for anything, anything at all to be frightened of him -- to show him that he was still living, still here. He felt a ghost... and looked much like one with his fur all white and terrible -- with that noxious poison dripping like tar from his maw.
The pretty little thing called out to him, so strong, for one so young -- and he snickers, his muzzle coming closer despite her threat, despite the bit of bite she had in her tone. Kostya circles closer, tail twitching as his pale, pale eyes focus in on her, as the pupils shrink to pinpoints and the hunger opens it's jaws within his body. He wants to devour her, to smell the fear, to bury his nose in her fur, but he does not, savoring the strength it takes to deny him. So sweetly he croons, his voice on the brink of madness, losing himself to this addiction he had never been able to sate, "Oh really? What terrible parents to leave you all alone." Konstantine smiles, black smut coating tongue and maw, exuding over the lip as if he cannot stand the denial much longer.
He holds back, for in her eyes, he can find a glimpse of himself -- a glimpse that could stabilize him to this world, to this ground. "Do you want to stay with your parents?" so casual this question as he sits down, slipping down to his belly -- the snow seems to capture him and keep him hostage: hindquarters almost disappearing against white on white; only his maw, and his eyes, so strange, so insane. He cocks his head, his elongated ears slipping back against his skull in a query.
[/size] OOC: I responded because it was left unanswered; if you don't want to continue, I have no problem dropping it ^^ I was just kinda bored and perusing the boards XD
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Post by Snowey on Aug 7, 2010 11:57:02 GMT -5
She was wondering if she should dignify that with an answer tilting her head slightly then strict then somber tones replied Parent and yes I do want to stay with my mother I never knew my father she felt uncomfortable talking to this male alone. [/center][[/size]
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