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| Deleted User | Sep 27 2008, 05:31 AM Post #1 |
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The sun glinted off of the white-gold tuft of fur, poking through the layer of leaves and dirt that covered it. The creature underneath was still, eyes closed. The wind blew gently; more of a breeze than a wind, bringing a faint scent to the elegant tapered muzzle. Golden ears, rimmed with black, perked. The loam covering the massive form shifted. Two long bands of fur shook free of the loam---tails? They were creamy and golden, like the rest of the mastiff-sized figure, though they had ragged strips of black fur. Four more bands of fur rose, although that couldn't be possible; there had to be more than one creature underneath the dirt. The entire loam pile shifted, then shook off. Its absence revealed a very strange sight. The creature was, as noted before, about the size of a mastiff, if not bigger. It's fur, all in all, was cremello, tinged with gold. On the legs, just as on the tails, were ragged black stripes of fur. The creature looked like a fox, but it had nine tails. Its paws, which should have been dainty and elegant, were large and blunt, like those of a dog's. She shook her head and opened her eyes. They were hazel, gleaming with intelligence, but they were horribly tinged with red. The black paws of the being were brown from digging in the loam; presumably for a resting place. She looked around, body trembling. Without conscious thought, she lifted her head and scented the air. The breeze circled around the trees, then returned, bringing with it a faint scent of blood. Nimue (for such was her name) dug all four paws into the earth in a determined effort not to go to the source of the smell. She whipped her head from side to side: No. The scent grew stronger, and a muffled whine escaped her creamy throat. No! I deny my heritage! She howled soundlessly at the sky. Cursed forever, she was. Her mother had been a kumiho, a nine-tailed fox who'd lived a thousand years. Her greatest delight was in assuming her strikingly beautiful human form and luring men away from those they loved. Her father, though not human, had found himself as attracted to her as men were. Her father had been a gwyllgi, a great mastiff-sized black dog with burning red eyes and baleful breath. He had lurked on abandoned roads and seized unwitting travelers as they ran from the sound of his howls. Never in history had a gwyllgi been good, nor had a kumiho been benevolent. Cursed with their parentage, their daughter Nimue was forced into a hateful life. Determined to be good, she fought temptation of human flesh and haunting back roads. Her parentage was strong, however, and she could not control herself for long. The breeze brought a final surge of the coppery tang of blood to her nose. She shuddered, and without thought, bolted in the direction of the scent, plunging through bushes and leaping over stumps. She came to the clearing where the hawks were savaging an old, dying man. With a final, savage, leap, she landed in their midst, snarling, batting the raptors away with her paws and tails. She bent her head and tore at the carrion, rejoicing in the sweet taste of the blood running over her tongue, staining her creamy fur, reddening her eyes until they gleamed a demonic crimson. The blood sank into her fur until it turned completely black, and then she was changed, a massive hound tearing at the still and silent body. She accepted her parentage for now, and ate. |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 06:11 PM Post #2 |
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Darren chewed into the side of his lip again. A nervous habit developed by stressful situations he seemed to be constantly getting himself into... He dug his hands into his pockets, pulling out a small silver circle with a needle twisting around in a circle in the center-- a compass. He was hopelessly lost from the trail head, and he was also starving, and cold, and tired. But even the trees seemed bent on not helping him. The iron in the hills not far a head of him were throwing off his compass dial, making it spin in a useless circle. He let out an aggravated sigh, shoving the compass back into his pocket, his nearly black eyes danced around frantically now, trying to locate something that would up his luck. His 'luck' came not ten minutes later of walking. The trees ahead of him seemed to break into an open meadow. He cleared the trees and wished he didn't. In that moment, the smell of blood almost made him lean forward and puke what was left in his stomach. He put a hand over his mouth, trying to hold in what little food he had in his system. His eyes searched out the source of the smell. What in the hell is that? He thought looking at the....big...black....thing? He had never seen anything like it. And when his eyes were still marveling at what it was, he realized what it was eating. A man... a human man... albeit an old one, but still a human, just like he was. And Darren didn't even have a stick to protect himself or anything. He realized with fright. He backed up slowly, hoping that whatever it was was alone, and was full. He began a slow retreat. But it was a perfect Kodak moment because he backed into a tree, sending a few buzzards flying and shrieking in loud cries into the sky. Shit. Shit shit shit. Before he could think anything else he turned and sprinted into the forest, making more noise than he thought possible. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 06:17 PM Post #3 |
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Nimue had smelled the other being as soon as they'd entered the clearing, but she was starving and continued to eat, dog's muzzle tearing hungrily at the body. It was when the other bumped into something - a tree? and buzzards began to shriek that she turned, blinking her red eyes. He's running away, she thought. She was lonely. She finished eating as quickly as possible, licked her muzzle clean, and began to run. Before she could stop it, the chilling howl of the Black Dog - the gwyllgi - erupted from her muzzle, and her hackles rose. Nonono! I don't want this! She skidded to a stop, horrified at the thought of what she might do to the human if she caught up to him in this form. The old man had been dying anyway - but this one was young, vital. She fought hard to control herself. Her form shifted, thinning, fur vanishing. In a few minutes, the great black dog was gone, and a slim female human stood in its place. She looked down at her hands, then her feet - which were bandaged so as not to show that they were the feet of a fox. Silver bangles rested on her right wrist and her left ankle; her hair was bright red. The dress was a gauzy white. Blinking golden eyes, she began to run after the human. |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 06:45 PM Post #4 |
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Darren's breath was heaving after about five minutes of heavy running, mostly because in his panicked escape, he kept tripping and running into lower branches, knocking him off his feet. He scrapped his palms and elbows, and he thought he had a bloody lip, or he bit into his tongue on one of his falls, but his heart was beating to fast for him to think completely clearly. He was still thunderstruck about what he had seen. And the screaming wolf sound he had heard not long after that. What was it?! He couldn't help but recall the frozen face of the man, tormenting and bloody. He shuddered and collapsed down to his knees. He couldn't breath, or move another foot. His hands clawed at his chest as he gasped, sweating slightly, to gain his breath back. He wouldn't be comfortable until that beast was at least ten miles away. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 06:58 PM Post #5 |
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Nimue was running swiftly when she smelled him. Aha! She skidded to a silent stop, then composed herself. When the first waves of his fear came roiling at her, she stiffened, nostrils flaring. Oh, no. I really scared him. She felt awful. Slowly, she approached him, worried. If she'd been in any other form her hackles would have been up. Swallowing, she laid a hand on his shoulder, golden eyes filled with pity and remorse. ...Act like you don't know why he's been running. If he knew she was the beast he'd seen, he'd run again. And she didn't want that. "Excuse me... are you all right?" She asked softly, voice coming out smooth and silky. She winced inwardly to hear it. There was no way she could be 'human' without being 'seductress.' She looked away for a moment, waiting for him to regain his breath. |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 07:13 PM Post #6 |
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Darren's heart did a strange thing... oh wait, it stopped for a moment. When what felt like a hand touched his shoulder. He blanched sideways, pressing himself up against a tree before he had enough nerve to look at who it was. The...beautiful voice that spoke made his breathing slow, made his heart quiet down in a sudden urge to hear it. “Did you... what—thing...” He gasped, still breathless. He hastily wiped his brow with the back of his hand, “There is a...beast—monster.... coulda eaten...... what are you doing—here?” He continued to gasp and try to form a sentence. Gazing at her almost hurt—everything about her seemed to be crafted for his benefit. Some little warning flared in the corner of his brain, but it was so quiet and faint he barely recognized what it was. Anyway, why would this beautiful thing ever want to hurt him? Beauty and beast were two completely different things, definitely between this woman in front of him and that thing he had seen before. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 07:17 PM Post #7 |
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Lie. Lie, lie, lie! Her brain screamed. She brushed a strand of hair from out of her eyes and smiled. "I was just walking in the woods when I heard something go by." She walked forward slowly and put a hand on his shoulder, hating to hear the word 'beast' come from his lips. "You look exhausted, sir. Please, sit down. I'll get you some water." She gently pressed down on his shoulder, disliking how being this close to a human - a living being - made every sense she had perk and fight between hunger and seduction. That was what her parents had done, not her. She removed her hand slowly, not wanting to push him too hard. I won't hurt you, She thought, scanning his face, hoping he would understand. It overwhelmed me... the scent of blood... I was so hungry. I have none of what you humans call 'money,' nor clothing... She backed away slowly, still watching him tentatively. I would never hurt someone young. That man was dying. I put him out of his misery. She fought to reassure herself. |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 07:25 PM Post #8 |
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She was just walking into the woods. That....made....sense? Or did it? Darren lost track of where he was thinking because when she pushed him, harder than he thought her little arms should allow, into a sitting position. He didn't fight it, he was still having trouble breathing with his mouth closed. He let out a slow, and deep breath, hopefully he could speak now. “I'm not tired. Not anymore, just in shock. I think.” He replied, his hands balling and un- balling into fists. He perked up at the thought of water. And maybe being able to wash his hands before he got some strange disease from the dirt that was on the wounds on his hands. He looked back up at her, nodding. “Water would be nice...” He began, but was puzzled. She didn't have water on her, and he was sure he didn't hear any water nearby. If she was just walking, would she know the woods well enough to locate a clean stream? Or had she just stashed her pack somewhere before she approached him? In case he was a theif or something-- yeah, that made more sense than the first. “I'm Darren.” He introduced himself, fighting the urge to start gasping again. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 07:38 PM Post #9 |
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He sat. She exhaled silently. And he spoke to her - trusted her. Her heart swelled, and she fought down elation. "Oh." That's right, humans went by names. "I'm - I'm Nimue." She managed a smile, nervous. "It's -- it's nice ... to ... meet you." That was what they said, right? They said things about their emotions. As delicately as she could, she scented the air, now able to smell the subtle, strange smell that humans had - as well as a particular musky scent that seemed to come with all males, and something she didn't recognize - a sharp, astringent, chemical smell. She wasn't used to chemicals - but it was interesting. "There's a stream nearby - do you want me to bring you something, or ... lead you there?" She shifted, flinching as she stepped on a rock with a click. Her feet were still fox-like, even if they looked human, and her nails clicked on hard surfaces when she walked. |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 07:45 PM Post #10 |
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Darren smiled, although she seemed...nervous perhaps. He stood slowly, his hands going into his pockets before her beauty made him do something he would hate himself later for. She seemed really nice. He glanced around, “If it is all the same, I would rather go with you. The idea of being alone right now isn't very appealing.” He realized after he said that, that it was a very open statement.... but hopefully she got his meaning. He was panicking, running from some huge...thing...and the idea of being alone made him feel exposed and defenseless and vulnerable. Even though, quite honestly, she didn't look like much of a threat herself. The clicking sound that seemed to make his hair stand up on end. He became tense and glanced around frantically, straining his ears for the low growl that would surely follow. But it never came. Maybe he was just hearing things. Yeah, that was it. “So...on to this stream?” He asked, smiling slightly, although his dark eyes still were wide and slightly uneasy. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 07:50 PM Post #11 |
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His fear at the sound she had made was pungent and made her fill with guilt - and arousal. She swallowed it back. "Stream. Right. This - this way." She began to walk, knowing he'd follow, and hoping she could stop far enough from the water that he'd see it, but without her claws clicking on the stones of the bank. She walked in silence, looking down most of the time - keeping an eye out for more rocks - and growing increasingly nervous and timid as time went by. If his fear didn't fade soon... The idea of attacking him was growing more attractive by the second - but she wouldn't. She'd promised herself she wouldn't. She touched the two claws hanging from a chain around her neck. Mother, father. I know you didn't see anything wrong with creating me, but ... She sighed. She had loved her parents, despite their evil ways... |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 07:55 PM Post #12 |
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Darren followed her, close enough but not tooo to close, he looked—tried to look-- away from her most of the time, but if he didn't look straight ahead, he would trip, so he resolved to staring down at his feet, his hands still deep into his pants pockets, his fingers playing with the needle on the compass for a while before he had to move his hands behind his back, fidgeting with his fingernails, that were very, very dirty now. He looked at them disgusted. He perked up, again, upon the sound of rushing water filling his ears, he looked up and around, his eyes flying to the back of her head again and again...and other places, but he kept trying to focus on looking for the water. “Thanks!” He said slightly happily, now seeing the rushing water in the immediate distance in front of them. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 08:08 PM Post #13 |
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She stopped just in time, feeling a pebble under her foot. "I'm glad I could help you find it," she offered quietly, watching the water in front of them. It looked good, and she felt like she was streaked with gore. Biting her lip, she shifted from foot to foot, then sat at the base of a tree. "I'll wait here until you're done," she continued, smiling easily and feeling her unease grow. She was such a liar... She fiddled with a leaf she found on the ground, determined not to watch him. |
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| Anarchy Heartless | Nov 11 2008, 08:14 PM Post #14 |
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Darren smiled at her and then glided quickly to the edge of the water, leaning forward over the bank he dipped his hands in the water and hissed as the water soaked into the scraps, even though they were shallow. He rubbed them carefully and dug the dirt out of his fingernails and cleaned off his elbows too, before he dipped his hands in the water again, cupping them together he sucked down a few mouthfuls of water before he looked up, wondering if he looked completely retarded or not. But then he decided appearances were a little negative right now because when she had first found him he was collapsed in a near panic attack. That cat was out of the bag. He bent over the water again, splashing the water in his face, he sat back now, his stomach full of water and feeling refreshed and rested. He stood, wiping his wet hands on his pants, he moved the wet hair out of his face and turned, smiling towards her. “I feel better.” He admitted, walking back over to her, watching her play with the leaf. Did she have something against the water or something? |
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| Deleted User | Nov 11 2008, 08:24 PM Post #15 |
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"Good!" She smiled at him, thinking he looked - and smelled - better without the dirt there. Not that she was objective - she knew little of how humans like each other to look. It had been seven years since she'd been in one of their cities. Stretching, she split the leaf and blew into it to make a squeaking whistle-sound. Now what...? She looked up at him, then down. There wasn't really much she could do - she didn't know how to have conversation, talk like humans did. If she stayed around him too long his scent might grow too strong for her. |
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