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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 10:27:09 GMT -5
ooc: Hey Mirri, the charrie's for Isaac (I think I spelled that right.) 
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I walked in the bar. I was fourteen years old and stupid enough to do it. A low snarl built up in my human throat. Stupid asshole dude had dared me to come in here. Well, I did. And now I couldn't leave. Just great. I couldn't see my black high-top converse through the blue fog. Well... at least the fog wasn't pink. I sighed and sat down and the bar, shaking my head at the tender when he asked me if I wanted something. My blue eyes darkened, probably because of my gloomy mood. I sighed, and put my head in my hand, my elbow on the table. Stupid jerk. Man... I'm bored. |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 10:33:35 GMT -5
Scents filled the air, it seemed the world went on effortlessly around him, but did he care? Not at all. A lone ranger, that was what he was, not bound to any other, which was fine with him, the only creature he felt at all needed to follow the rules of was that god forsaken wolf Orion, but only because he was so damn old. Glancing over the lay of the club he watched the tender sweet girlies walking through the fog, all either a lycanth or a vamp, disgusting, nothing new, nothing exciting. The drawn gaze of the others brought his attention, the vampires, so foolish to fell their gaze upon her and give her away to the entire crowd. Listening to her, she was snappy, crude, angry, and irritated...perfect. Slinking forward he held all the grace of his animal form, stepping to her side he asked for a shot of Jager from the bartender before he took a seat at her side. He could smell everything of her from where he sat, and it seemed none had drew his attention so fervently. The glass set before him he tossed back the shot, then allowed his yellow gaze to wander over her quickly, bemusingly, something so quick that she might not have caught it.
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 10:54:18 GMT -5
Even though I was human, I was quick, and my senses were extreme. I heard the soft steps of the guy, and turned watching him take the shot. How the hell did he do that so fast? My eyes lightened a bit in interest, but they were still kind of dark. My blue gaze swept over him, then met his yellow eyes. Yellow? What's up with that? I allowed my thoughts to wander for a moment. I was able to acually connect with others thoughts, but I didn't know if I could with this stranger. I didn't try. I dipped my head, but still didn't say anything. |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 11:08:39 GMT -5
Her gaze fell over him and seemed sort of shocked and surprised by his quick movement, not at all a surprising action on his part. As he was rounded a second shot he knocked it back and then turned to her, not really one to spark up anything beyond the usual he sort of grimaced at the thought of doing something like this, but, what the hell?
You seem lost, what brings you here?
His words deep, rolling, like the very cat sleeping within him spoke these words, and the yellow of his eyes were taken by the black of the iris for a moment until they focused, taking her in fully now that he was facing her. Surely, this would be a fun night, shifting others was always his idea of a good time, and for sure, she would not get out of here without being something else, and that something else would be what he was.
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 11:18:14 GMT -5
I scowled. Why did everyone think a fourteen year old chick didn't belong here? I was able to take care of myself. They just didn't belive it obviously..... but whatever I guess I was used to it. I'm not lost. And I was dared to come in here. I guess I was just stupid enough to do it. My words were true. I wasn't going to turn down a dare. I sighed. I didn't know what was going to happen with this probably twenty ish year old. I drummed my fingers on my leg, asking the bar tender for a water. I quickly drank half of it, setting back down on the bar. |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 11:57:10 GMT -5
Snappy she was, interesting, he sort of liked it...in a way. She looked young, perhaps too young to even be stepping out without concern for a curfew, though doubtful, seeing that there wasn't one in this hell hole of a town. Smile passed his lips, stepping up he grasped her by a hand, he would take a whole new turn for himself, step up to the home plate boy, this one's a keeper!
No harm, no foul, believe me, you came to the right place. Don't doubt yourself and say your stupid, that only shows your weakness. I'm Issac, though you can call me Razor.
Yeah, he knew this was statutory, but kneeling himself he touched her hand to his lips and let a toothy grin meet her. she wouldn't leave, no, not this place without a mar or scratch, why couldn't it be from him?
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 12:11:02 GMT -5
I scoffed. It seemed to me like he was sucking up. I hated that. He fricked kissed my hand. That was gay. I pulled my hand from his grasp and walked away, rolling my eyes. I walked over to the doorway to another room and leaned against the portal. That dude was weird. Okay.... 'Razor' was weird. I crossed my arms as my braid hung down my back. My gloved hand twitched slightly, and my torn jeans were... well... torn. But whatever. I wanted to get out of here, but I couldn't find the entrance. |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 12:22:07 GMT -5
Time to strike, he could tell that much, seeing that she was definitely a keeper he waited, a hunt was only as good as the chase. She seemed to head in the very direction he desired her to go in, watching her he waited, then standing by the door he stood and moved forward, slipping through the crowd unnoticed and silent. When he was nearest to her he slammed against her, pressing her to the wall as his free hand reached for the door. A quick twist and he saw the door swing open, taking that as his sign he pushed her in, forceful and using little muscle power in the motion. Slamming the door in his wake he looked her over, knowing there was no more that she could do to try and evade this.
Well well, I think maybe you were a little right to not want to come here in the first place. You know you can't leave once you come here?
A smile crossed his facade, one of sinister intent, for now she was his and she could do nothing about it.
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 12:35:34 GMT -5
I quietly yelped as Razor slammed into me. As he shoved me into the other room, I clenched my fists and spun around, my blue eyes flaring and dark. What the hell?! I was furious. What what up with him? His words didn't really surprise me, and when I spoke again, I didn't relax at all. I could've figured that on the fact I can't find the fricken door. I paused, trying not to get to mad. Now, what the hell are you doing and why am I locked in here with you? A low snarl built in my human throat. I had always had animal instincts even if I was human. |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 20:53:22 GMT -5
Snarls, growls, all too human for his liking. Watching her he dropped and let a feline growl escape his lips, iris focusing and shifting to that of his panther form. He smiled, opening his mouth a loud roar escaped and he leaped on her, pinning her to the ground, which of course was nothing when taking on a human. He aimed to bite long and hard, snapping down on her arm with sharp fangs extended as his flesh curled, claws formed, and bones stretched until what hovered over her was nothing more than the form of an oversized muscle bound panther. Leaving a deep wound on her arm he strode away from her, blood staining his jaw, yellow gaze fixated on her as he began to pace, knowing first to come would be the burning, then the pain so great she would feel to pass out, then the anger...oh the anger, it was always a pleasure to witness.
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 20:59:49 GMT -5
I cussed under my breath as he barreled into me. I struggled, but of course the fricken cat bit down on my arm anyway. As he stepped off I figured what would happen. I was so pissed the pain didn't really bother me. I just felt numb. When I knew the... poison crap or whatever had gone through my bloodstream enough for me to morph, I did. I lept on Issac, pinning him to the ground. I snarled in his face, my fangs extremly close. If he wanted a fight, it was a fight he was going to get. |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 21:07:18 GMT -5
A loud grumble escaped his throat as she attempted to overtake him, claws slashing his form and tossing him to the ground. Lucky for him, size was on his side, paw extended he held her away from his neck and reached his long fangs for her paws, reaching to grab ahold of one, snapping and meaning to simply cause her pain, get her off of him. Shimmying out from under her he darted across the room and rebounded off of the wall, pouncing and aiming for her back, paws centered between her shoulders meant to shove her down and show his domination to her. He was her master, something in her mind would tell her to stop or he would kill her, all it took was one quick motion and all that he had done would be over, capoot, then what? He went on with his life, that was what.
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 21:13:52 GMT -5
I howled as he bit my paw, shaking small droplets of blood from it. I ducked and rolled away from him as he rebounded. He might have size and power on his side, but I had quickness and agility on mine. I snarled at him, my ice blue eyes flaring. I snarled again, kind of daring him to try at me again. You can try if you want. You won't kill me. I was NOT going to die my first night as a Lyncath. I wanted to kill a few people first. Then he could kill me if he wanted to. My black tail thrashed as I dared him again.
Here is two pics of her panther form:   |
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Post by Miragedtheory on Sept 8, 2007 21:22:06 GMT -5
He snarled, tongue rolled against the roof of his mouth, for she might have free will, but he had dominance over her, per the law of the Lycanth. It seemed she came to this world knowing and willing, pacing her he moved forward, he held speed and such, not something she would easily realize, he was trained to move quicker even for his size, and to work around it. He herded her back, long form turning and lengthening a chain before her, yellow gaze fixed on her like she was easy prey.
I will not kill you, not unless you disobey me, but it won't be just me who comes for you. Per Lycanth code you obey your sire, I call and you come, end of story! Now, be a good little kitty and play with me.
His words held something else, he saw her as more than just something that could do well as a lycanth, he wanted her, just for that moment, nothing more, after that a call here and there to suit his pleasures and he would be on his way....
(You wanna put an R or X in the title, just so that he can play with her?)
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Post by Dream™ on Sept 8, 2007 21:28:07 GMT -5
ooc: uhhh.... NO! No offense or anything... but she's FOURTEEN! So.... no.
I roared at his words. He was seriously pissing me off. My tail thrashed and my eyes glinted in the partial light. Okay in case you didn't notice this, I'm FOURTEEN! I'm not doing ANYthing I don't want to. Kill me if you will. I won't do it. My words were a snarl, growl, roar, whatever you wish to call it. The point is, they were harsh, and would hold no matter what. I took one defensive step forward and narrowed my eyes defiantly. I didn't care if he was my 'master' or whatever. I wasn't going to do it. |
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