Me and the Moon

[Tova]

. O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R .

I thought that I'd introduce my character to you! Then I realized that you were already in my pack!! -duh- So I'm just going to be meeting you! Like after a long time! ^.^ hope thats okay!

. I N . C H A R A C T E R .

+ silent in my sanity +
+ i live safe inside my cell +
+ in the darkness that surrounds me +
+ i see my own special hell +
+ comfort in my suffering +
+ feeling warm inside this pain +
+ before I was coming down on me +
+ i come on down again +

‘…let not my pads touch the floor…. let not my eyes fall on thee… let not the icy stare gaze back at me…. and let not thine fall to the earth… devoured by my retribution…’

It’s quiet in this little cell of mine, the basement of my fears, regrets, tremble with satisfaction of yet another meal. Crimson liquid trickles from my lips, coursing its way down my fur covered chin, yet it feels not me... Such unrequited delight, its colder than it was before, but only useless facts such as these matter to the mortals! Pocketfuls of happiness squashed with futile beliefs that I was before this afterlife of passion, a infant of the day – but fate be fate and the cursed live forever… I now seek the night, like that of a child breathing her first and last breaths! Breaking free from the inside out, my skin ripped from my back, cascading down my pallor grotesque image. Nothing I can hide, from the skin outside… to inside, torn. Breakage, point of destruction to no recollection. My eyes glaze over, seeing what is no longer there, reaping damage, scarlet matter splatters the shaded trees behind me, and I realise that my fangs have hit bone… it makes me grunt with.. pure pleasure. My tightened grip loosens on the corpse in my jaws, it falls awkwardly to the snow covered ground, skull thudding the stones beneath.. passing into night, I lick the blood tenderly from my canines, the taste of this heaven leads me to think that there is nothing better than the crimson life of the prey at my feet. Quieter than before, the obscurity surrounds, increasing resistance, folding desires and wrapping her offspring in tainted arms… holding, desecrated bodies entwine… pupils shine… an ice filled glare… I know where you hide! I close my lashes letting the day filter through… d i s s a p e a r . . .

+ i let you win, you come on to me +
+ and you're so fucking brave +
+ a chewed out lighten candle +
+ fell in my cool and empty cave +
+ somewhere in your world +
+ they tell you this is what the people need +
+ doing all that shit on me +
+ and leave me here to bleed +

If the colours of my tainted pelt provoke you then look not upon them! Look at my muzzle and see the blood that wringeth it, like trickles flow and increasing scepticism, awful is the night in which your life be cut from thine. Purified distinction and locking requests, this world makes not any sense and blind we walk, faltering, our murderous instincts driving us to a deeper shade of burgundy, slice and dice your victims heart, bleed the ruby red fluid from their carcass’ and dance in the makings of their rancid life. Quite the entertainer… quite the putrid colour, quite the black-eyed puppet.

+ cradle falls +
+ i live safe inside my cell +
+ in the darkness that surrounds me +
+ unholy walls +
+ cradle falls +
+ unholy walls +
+ cradle falls +
+ you woke me out of my secret grave +
+ you let your pretty world in +

Like a small insignificant puppet I follow my lord, my master to the grave.... My torn ear twinges earing footfalls behind me. I stop, all fear and lust gone from my flanks and the desire to kill haunts me again.... the thought of possibilities... this could be fun! Although I know these footsteps, they belong to someone I have known for a while, only I have not seen her furrowed face for longer a time.... Smirking I speak up to the one who lurketh behind me...

"Destiny... your falls preceed you! Where hast thine been accounted for...?"

I lick the blood mass from my muzzle, awaiting such an answer from a glorified alpha such as myself.

+ now you're in my world +
+ did you dream it be so small +
+ my little box was perfect +
+ till you destroyed it all +
+ my sanctety of sorrow gone +
+ forever in it's place +
+ the sacred sweet of you +
+ is all that's left to taste +

+ feeling claustrofobic +
+ now my world is closing in +
+ subtle retribution +
+ where i am and where i've been +
+ i'll take you to a place +
+ you never knew could be +
+ curled up +
+ in my little box +

Lyrics: "My Little Box" by Trapt
Word Count: 910 words

This post has been edited by Tova on Jul 22 2005, 08:57 PM

[Destiny]

((Yeah, it's perfect. I tried to reply last night but my computer went haywire and then I was kicked off, so...>_< Gr. But yeah. Since I'm lazy, I'll just use parts of my original post...because I can. XD))

.. t h e . m o r e . i . t r y . t o . f e e l . t h e . l e s s . i ' m . w h o l e ..

The night is falling fast, and the humid summer air is disappearing with the day. The day's wonder is already fading on the horizon, only her bloody tips visible above the end of the land. The wind is unusually quiet; it barely dares to whisper through the trees. Every once in a while a slight breeze will carry itself through the trees, rustling a few leaves, then die down once it leaves their shelter.

The she-beast picks her way through a thick forest, her sturdy paws carrying her quickly up and over logs, under the higher ones. She's on a mission. What kind of mission, you ask? Food, of course. Because only seconds earlier she had spotted a white rabbit, rather plump, and it had just noticed her. She couldn't let it live, of course - it's not in her nature to be forgiving. So after it she goes. Besides, she'd been hungry, and this is her chance to fulfill that aching. This creature obviously thought itself clever, because it darts to the side without warning and takes off full speed. A low rumble pushes forward and Destiny changes her direction, a shift to the left, talons gripping the ground as she throws herself to the side. And the motion's effective - she's still behind the rabbit, and soon she's on it's fluff of a tail. The rabbit darts again, this time to the right, but it wasn't fast enough - with a final shriek of annoyance, Destiny's hind paws were throwing her forward, and in a second she was on the white rodent, her front talons throwing it down and her pearls clutching her prey by the neck. Warm crimson liquid flows through her mouth, and she lifts her frame from the ground with satisfaction, still carrying her dinner like a prize. Of course, there's nobody to show it to...at least, that's what she thought.

A twig cracks, and instantly Destiny's dial is thrown to her left, orbs blazing. They settle on a white form, another wolven beast. An intruder, perhaps? We'll see about that. With a flick of her crown she tosses her prey into the air, catching it again with a perfect grin, and pushes herself to her left, towards the intruder. She was behind the Arctic wolf now, nares inhaling deeply. The other seemed somewhat familiar...an old acquaintance, perhaps? Or better. Lifting her frame higher this time, cranium held high, her prey dangling, she lets herself come down louder than before, now asking for the attention of the other. She watches it turn, instinctively letting out a low snarl, which she drops quickly, and watches it take in her sight - and with the first word, she understands why it seemed so familiar. An old friend, lost from her presence long ago. She lets her meal drop, crimson tears still dripping down her chin. She considers the comment before her before letting her own voice release itself.

Roaming, Tova...I've been around, and I've settled here. Alpha, naturally.

As an emphasis, the wings she usually tried to hide, as they were almost despised, are thrown into the air, waving once before she tucks them onto her side again. Her emerald pools examine the other carefully, almost as if she still is unsure whether it's really her old friend or not - but of course, she knows it is.

You're lucky you spoke so soon...I would've had to take you down if you'd kept silent.

A smirk settles upon her features. Of course Tova would know - if it hadn't been Tova, she would've attacked the other no matter who it was. These were her lands, so she had the authority - but then again, when had lack of authority ever stopped her before?

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