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 Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:35 am
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—This is an RP started in the old guild that will be continuing hereee.—
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 Ugh. When was the last time he had left his ex-tribe lands? Not since those bratlings had been spawned. Of course he.... ahem.... he "tolerated" their presence, but he was starting to feel lazy. The muscular male was not one to just laze about. Now that his brats were old enough to defend themselves and probably rip someones throat out he could explore on his own. So, having told Lamia he was heading out for a bit, he had wandered off promptly the second the moon hit the sky.
The dark male scowled as the moonlight dimmed, a cloud brushing across it's light. He had a horrid sense of smell, his eyesight being cut off wasn't exactly a pleasant thing. His ears twitched, listening intently. He rarely wasn't tense, only relaxed when with Lamia, and even then he felt a faint flicker of tension when a fox grew to close to her.
Foreign land. Ah, how he loved to travel across new land. He hadn't been able to do so in a long time... And even then.. A faint snarl escaped his lips. Shai. That b*****d always knew where to find him, and when his mate had birthed his six children Shai had even the gull to try and see his babies... ahem... spawn. The mere memory of that b*****d sent chills down his spine.
Perhaps he should just murder Shai. He knew where he lived, that Lunarie tribe. Wait. Yuki had mentioned that he met Shinya and she had said they moved. Well, s**t. That ruined his evening. Perhaps he'd ask Yuki to lure that wrench out and he'd kidnap her?
No. He had sworn to stop this nonsense, the killing and senseless drama. Despite that, Shai was on the thin line of almost being an exception. He... He... Hurn. No. That'd endager his mate and children, and for once he needed to think about foxes other than Yuki and himself. Such a strange concept, having to think about foxes other than himself and his brother... Then there was Ixen... s**t, when had his life gotten so complicated?
His dark paws padded against the rough terrain, the moon having finally peeked out. A cold breeze tackled him, brushing his fur in every direction imaginable. Snow. Snow had fallen last night, yet it had already melted this morning. Perhaps it'd snow while he was away from his family? Family... Such a strange word when used by him, though a word he cherished. Even he, a monster, wanted family. It was one of his quirks. Sin had always wanted a family and kids, even when he used to be murdering foxes left and right. Now that he had it what other purpose could he have in his life? He had everything he had ever wanted. Ever.
Except a kindred soul.
"s**t." When had he ever wanted a kindred soul? Friend, that was the word. He had Lamia. Sin was not a being that would be associated with making friends. Hell, he couldn't even bring himself to tell Lamia he enjoyed her presence. After all these long years why the hell had that changed? No. Friends were dumb. Friends got in the way. He had a family and that was all he'd ever need, thank you very much.
And yet, he found that word strangely appealing. Not the word friend, or phrase kindred soul, those were hardly appealing in the least. Companion. God, he had changed too much. He could still remember the days where the word companion would have made him laugh harshly.
How far had he developed? Looking at his home, one wouldn’t say much. He hadn’t left Cruor lands ever since he claimed it years ago. Mentally? One would say a lot. Living the life of a serial killer, Sin had given into that little nagging voice during his first few years of life. Allowing his hatred and jealousy to murder his parents and step mother. Hell. He had even gone after his half-siblings. His life had been chaotic.
Then it had developed. That anger subsided as the years went. He met a few women, some he couldn’t even remember their names, though one he remembered rather well. Nex. Such a violent soul, though he had provoked her. How…. How refreshing that memory was. The memory of taunting another into attacking him sent a warm shiver down his body. Did he still desire that? Was his old nature still lurking within him? Perhaps it had never truly left, only calmed. Whenever he pissed Lamia off he always had a feral cat like grin on his lips, the raw emotion rushing from her always delicious as he lapped it up.
As the years passed, as he had found a home and lost it within the same year, Sin had collapsed and risen several times. The memory of his white hot anger after Cruor fell apart caused a tug at his bitter heart. Cruor. He was one to hold onto the past, another flaw of his. This was why he had never left.
Hell, he had started as a monster, tearing apart anything and everything. Still, he had few morals, one being to never harm a kit, as Yuki and Ixen had discovered luckily when they were children. As the years progressed and he became calmer he had met Lamia, and somehow they mated, though even now he wondered when this happened. Oh, that’s right. He spent months taunting her and physically attacking her to test her strength, and then claimed her. Pfft.
Memories. Tonight he was full of them. Memories, desires, regrets. Each time the moon faded a new memory would resurface, either a smile crossing his lips or a snarl erupting through his throat. It was almost a relief when he met a small pond and flopped down at its edge, deciding to give his mind a short break. He really needed to break this habit of clinging to the past. It was growing tiresome. He hadn’t really realized exactly how old he was until today. Sheesh, and he just had kids? By now he should be having great-grand-kids. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:36 am
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White paws fell silently on the forest floor as the vixen ambled along, slowly. She stayed back, a few feet away from the tree line, away from the pale moonlight, in the dark shadows. She was not hiding; she simply did not feel like leaving the thicket of trees that sheltered her. She was comfortable here, almost safe. In fact, it was not the light she wished to avoid — her tail occasionally caught the light, the white surfaces of her tail rings reflecting it — rather, she wished to avoid her reflection. She could easily gauge the distance between the tree line and the frozen lake it surrounded. She knew the instant she stepped out into the light, she would be reflected by that cold, miserable mirror. She did not wish to look herself in the eye, not tonight. She had no trouble challenging others, harshly glaring at them with her ghastly grey eyes she was known all too well for. But she... she could not look at herself. She could not challenge herself, harshly glare at herself like she did to others. It sickened her; she sickened herself.
She did not wish to put up with it, not tonight. She did not wish to see all those memories and emotions raging beneath her eyes. All those thoughts, thoughts which would come out to play on the surface of that detestable mirror she so carefully avoided. Mirrors did not lie, and she hated that fact, that brutal honesty. They showed her misery, the misery that lurked behind her eyes, misery that she could not place anymore. She could not tell you what she was so miserable about any longer, only that she was clearly, truly miserable. She did not want to be reminded of that misery. She could easily mask it behind her rebellious, snide, impish demeanor; her signature smirk easily replaced her frown. It was a gift, to be able to hide behind a mask. However, if one hides behind his mask for too long, he forgets who he was under it. She learned that a little too late. She had forgotten who she was behind her mask. At the same time, she remembered. She remembered all her anger, all her malice, all her sly, impish behavior. She remembered her twisted, wicked nature all too well. She had done plenty in her life that others would not be proud of, if they had done those things. She certainly was not proud of the things she had done, but she would be lying if she said she felt guilty.
And now she was lying. She did feel guilty. Not for everything, but for some. She felt guilty about leaving. She should not have run away. She just woke up one day and decided she could not take it anymore, and she ran. She ran so far away. She left her beautiful, kind mate, Kinovu. She left her kind, loving family. What had become of her children? Kuro, Yuurei, Kutsuu, and Yoru. What had become of those poor dears that she had left the second they were old enough to fend for themselves? And Nako, dear Nako. That timid, young boy she raised. He was a son to her as much as her other four children, even if she had not birthed him. She had met him recently, and he was older, hardened. He was not the boy she left behind. Had the same happened to her other children? Had it happened to everyone? What about her brother? Poor Frenka. What on earth had become of the kid? Her sweet, younger brother, who had such a big heart, much bigger than her own. What had happened to him? And of her mother, Sheba. Sheba was old, far too old. Was she still around? What of Ayashii, the sister she did not know she had? The youngest of the litter, and the sole 'Daeva. How was she? They had barely known each other, yet Ayashii immediately accepted Akuma for who she was. Ayashii... she had the body of a 'Daeva and personality of a normal fox, while Akuma had the body of a normal fox, yet the fiery personality of a 'Daeva. Her father. Akuma did not know her father, but from what she heard, he was a b*****d. Much like she was.
A heavy sigh escaped her, and she stopped, tail slowly swaying with the sudden gust of wind that blew by, tearing through her hair. She lifted her chin to the sky to greet it, letting it blow all her memories away with it. When it passed, she could safely say she felt better, more in control of her emotions that threatened to boil over and spill out. But now, she found that she was tired, much more tired than she was moments ago. She glanced around, then looked up at the tree directly to her left. Without another thought, she leapt up at it, climbing to a low branch. She walked out on it, tested it to see if it would hold her weight, then sat down, curling up on it. Her head rested on her crossed paws, ears drooping down, relaxed. She let her left hind dangle beneath her, and her tail fell, swaying absently. She looked down... at her reflection.
So the tree's foliage was thick enough that the moon's pale light could not penetrate it, and she foolishly believed that she was safe. Who was she kidding? She knew this tree bordered the lake, and that she would be hanging directly above its frozen surface. Behind all this bitter defiance, she did want to know how she looked tonight, out of mere curiosity if not anything else. She stared down at it. She was thin, not emaciated or sickly, but undeniably thinner than she had been. Her hair had grown longer, and her features were much sharper. She certainly looked older, not haggardly, but more mature than the rebellious child she had once been. The silver tattoo of the Bamboo Tribe that she once displayed on her right ear had completely faded. She then directed her attention to her eyes, the one thing she had wished to avoid. They were as ghastly as ever. Over the years, their potency was the one thing that had not changed. She smirked, satisfied with this image. That smirk was another thing that had not changed. She could even trick herself into believing she was anything but miserable. That provided her some comfort. As long as she could hide that misery, she would be okay.
She heard a noise then, ear flicking in the direction of the sound. She assumed it was that scent she had caught a while back, the scent of a fox lurking around this area. She did not think it would come to this side of the lake. She let out an inaudible sigh. She was not really in the mood for company, but she supposed it was unavoidable at this point, for the fox was close, no more than a hundred meters away. She turned her head in the other's direction, still resting peacefully on her paws. The end of her tail twitched beneath her, slowly waving to and fro. She could see the silhouette of the fox in the shadow — a male, from what she could tell. The scent was anything but familiar, and she waited. She wondered why he seemed to not get any lighter as he approached, and she realized that his pelt was black in color, with red spots decorating it. She made them out to be blood splatters as he came closer, though she knew they were markings rather than spots of actual blood. Blood would not show that bright on his dark fur. She smirked. Now he was within earshot of her. The wind howled, blowing back the leaves that shelter her. The moonlight took advantage of the opening, shining down on her, revealing her form for a mere instant before the leaves settled back, blocking it once again. "Hello, sir," she greeted simply, ghastly grey eyes fixed on his deep coal ones. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:36 am
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His eyes had flicked to spot a newcomer briefly, watching her peer at herself before he went back to glancing at the lake, his thoughts wavering. He wasn't one to brood when others were nearby, he hated the feeling of another noticing his inner dilemmas. Not even his mate received that privilege. The figure had shifted, his attention completely diminishing as the moon light revealed the figure. A woman, though her scent had suggested it. Her greeting had put the male off-guard. He hadn't come out to make chit-chat with random vixens.
Pearly white teeth peeked out from his maw, considering to growl at her. Though, tonight he was considering a different approach. He was in a strange mood, perhaps indulging it wouldn't be to bad for the night. Besides, he hadn't had anyone to talk to other than his recently grown children and his mate, it would be interesting conversing with someone else for once.
"Evening." He croaked, bird-like eyes viewing the shadowy form, head cocking to the side quickly. It was obvious he was curious over why this vixen was out this night, though he couldn't speak much. Besides, he was out as well on this cold night.
His claws dug into the earth, just in case there was a fight. Life was unpredictable, besides almost every time he met a woman they lunged at him. Half the time he provoked such a beautiful response, though at other times he was merely lounging. Though, as his eyes flicked across what little he could see he spotted metal, and plenty of it. If she moved he would easily hear her. Good. His sense of smell was horrid, it was almost as if he lacked a nose. The lack of proper light also posed a problem, yet he was content knowing her metal would alert him to her movements.
His head lowered finally, deciding if she was a threat her muscles would be tenser, or her voice a different pitch. Reassured, his dark eyes met hers finally, folding his paws. He wasn't known for conversing, struggling with what more to say. Finally, having decided on something to say.
"Your metal gives off a faint sound."
Hm. Perhaps there was a reason he wasn't so social.
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 9:37 am
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It was difficult to not notice his lips briefly curl back over his teeth. She unsheathed her claws, lowering her chin. Oh, hell no. She was not going to tolerate such standoffish behavior. She had simply said hello. There was no reason for the male to have such a defensive response... or aggressive. Either way, it did not matter. Akuma had her fair share of fights in her life, far too many. She could handle some insolent male. She considered giving him a warning snarl, however, the male's body language changed considerably. Aside from the briefly bared teeth, he did not display any signs of aggression. In fact, he replied to her greeting. She blinked, retracting her claws, leaving shallow scratches in their wake. Her tail swayed as she drove the tension from her bones, relaxed, almost content. Almost. Her demons continued to play beneath her skin, tugging, tearing, searing, carving. They longed for freedom, just a taste, they said. There was a time when Akuma indulged their desires. They said taste, they took bite after ravenous bite, gorging themselves. Now, Akuma knew better, and she did not allow her demeanor to give way to cracks they could seep through. Not the slightest crack, save the evident misery surging in the depths of her eyes, behind the emotions she brought forth to hide the others.
The male spoke once more, a rather curious statement. Akuma could not help but be caught off guard. She tilted her head to the side, just slightly, enough to display her confusion. She then looked over her shoulder, first at her tail and the multiple tail rings decorating its length, then examining the bracelets, surface piercings, and rings on each of her paws. She knew she also bore a choker, eyebrow piercing, and twelve industrial peircings. She paused for a few moments. She was a very decorated fox. She let out a soft chuckle, swinging her tail just enough for her tail rings to make a faint sound. "They do," she agreed with a slight nod. She refocused her eyes on the male, taking note that he bore no metal, none that she could see, at least. That was a shame, but she supposed it was not everyone's style to adorn himself in an assortment of metallic items. Even so, he had plenty of markings to make him visually interesting. She flexed her claws, once again leaving faint scores on the bark of the tree branch. "I should warn you, though," she began, "to not rely on my metallic decorations to betray my movements; they only make sounds when I allow them to."
She stood up now, stretching herself out. She cast him one brief glance before she leapt off the branch, without warning, landing silently on her paws, with only a couple feet separating her form from his. She smirked, having proved her point that her jewelry did not always make a sound. However, her jump was more than a simple act to prove a point; she also wished to test this male, figure him out. For now, she assumed that one with his tendencies would either tense up or recoil when another made such a sudden movement as she just had. She wished to see if that was true, longed to discover how tightly wound this male truly was, if he was so quick to bare his teeth to a mere greeting. Someone that quick to respond obviously was not one for social interactions. The fact that he decided to be civil instead was curious, and Akuma wished to find out the reason for this change of heart. Was he simply caught off guard, and reacted to a sudden disturbance, or was he trying to stifle old demons like she was?
He clearly was not as experienced as she, not when it came playing that dangerous game, at least.
She prowled to the side, as if she was beginning to circle him, threaten him, break that composure he was trying to use to keep his demons at bay. "So what's your game, sir?" she asked, stopping just to the left of him. Her tail lashed, eyes scrutinizing his every movement, every twitch of his muscles, every breath he dared to take. Each fed her more information; each kept her mind off her own demons lurking just below the surface. They were interested in this game she was playing, and they now longed to take part in it. They seeped through the cracks of her own composure, manifesting themselves in her mannerisms. This was deliberate. Akuma allowed them to come out in controlled amounts. They brought her old, sardonic, rebellious, impish nature back to the forefront, as though it had never changed or left. It took place of the newer, withdrawn, stretched, exhausted, hollow demeanor that took hold of her when no one else was around. Akuma would rather others see her older, sinister nature than this new, defeated one. She would not allow others to see how far she had fallen. She would continue to play others for fools, hide behind her mask, not reveal that she had conceded, given up on her life. She would allow her demons out of their cage, just to spur her old personality back to life.
All to hide the omnipresent misery which was all she truly seemed to know anymore. |
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