Post by Vox on Nov 8, 2007 14:42:27 GMT -6
Dancer
D R A G me down and make
me C R Y
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D R A G me down and make
me C R Y
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Sorry Val, couldn't resist copying you on this one xD. I'm in love with Causey's catch-phrase.ic;;[/size]
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let|me|be|the|newCdANCER[/size]
Who ever thought it would be this bad. Well, being a bit of a pessimist, she did. But her pride had not allowed her to believe that she would let it happen. Ho no...She still had a hard time believing tha--HONEY, HAS THE ADVIL KICKED IN YET?!--t she was in such a stat--NO, NOT YET DEAR!!--e. Her right ear was half torn off, she was emaciated, pale and a gnarled scar stretched her right cheek. Smiling was painful. Both physically and mentally. The prospect of showing joy, elation, ecstasy, or even--darling, shut the kids ears--sexual climax was abhorred by the lady. Pain racked her body, and the scar on her visage had yet to set. Blood still poured openly from it, and had she been a lesser creature she would have been dead a long time ago. But unfinished business, fate or that fickle lady Destiny had called her here today. She had overshot her intended destination, as usual. Stumbling blindly along her way, blue eyes staring vacantly ahead, she had missed Poriuma and landed here. Drumroll, ladies and germs. KIPUKUSA. Hmmmmm...I'd expected it to be quite a bit grander than that. The foliage was ripped aside as a stone nearly sent her flying as she tripped. A cough shook her frail form and more blood spurted out of her. Livid bruises showed through her thin coat, as did her ribs. Azure had cut her up, literally. Scratches lined her sides, and her fur stuck up at odd angles as she attempted a lope and began to wheeze. Hitting a tree trunk stupidly, she rebounded with a grunt of pain and noted that another bruise had begun to blossom magnificently over her right eye. The blood cells from her wound had started to give up, and regardless to the fact that her right eye had yet to be touched by anything, a clout formed.[/blockquote]
They were dieing, she was dieing. Had it come to this......? She supposed it must have, or she wouldn't be here. A moan escaped her parted lips, so ominously tinted with the blood she spat out every now and then. Chest heaving, gasping for air, she quickened her pace. The noise was drowned out of her surroundings. The jungle was quiet and screaming in rage at the same time. Dancer was not wanted here. She had caused anger in the trees. Looking around blankly, emotion rushed into her exhausted face. This was NOT Poriuma! "SHIT!" The word rang out, echoing the fury and hopelessness inside her. The gods had cursed her indeed, sending her here. He would be watching. Waiting. For her. To take her and kill her somewhere silently, because of what she had done. She had created a rift in the Pride that had been there for who knows how long. She had created a...Discomfort in Because. Nothing more. A slight anxiety as to why she was gone. But no more. Her heart sent a shiver through the rest of her body as it panged in misery. Behind all anger and blood lust there is sadness and pain. Regret crossed her face. Why couldn't she have remained in the Pride? She could have become friends with Because and perhaps...Come to the understanding that he did not love her as she did him. Her eyes filled with hot tears, angry tears. He didn't understand!! Kishkir had cheated on him, and he had taken her back...What kind of man took back their old slut and made them happy? Whoops. That was a helluvah projection, wasn't it? She would be better off leaving. All the strength was sucked out of her and she dropped with a small sigh. She was but a fly falling from the sky to him. Of no importance...If she lived, she would go back to her former occupation. It had worked out nicely for her. Where had that man got to?!
NEVER[sayED]DIE[/size]
Her mind blared out as she was struck by a thought. Someone had been following her around for a time, and she had thought he would introduce himself before she died. Anyway....So much for that. Her eyes fluttered and closed, her rattling breaths bringing her up and then down. Her right side was pressed on the cool stones, and she looked, besides the obvious bruises and scratches, like she had merely taken a nap. The same blue-eyed innocence was still there, her disfigured face hidden in the moss. A pair of vivid green eyes watched from the bushes. What would become of the lady now? Well well...They would have to see what happened next. A purr rumbled from his chest, and a silver eyed creature at his brawny feet echoed it, her eyes flashing menacingly. They were quite a pair. Very close. Closer than fathers and daughters usually were. His face, the Saracen's face, was her's. She had grown since the last time her mother had seen her. Grown prouder, cleverer and larger. Her sisters were not going to be much bigger than her, but she would be so much more intelligent...His dark face smiled wickedly as he peered at the action from his place in the bushes. A deep chuckle reverberated in the silence, as he grabbed his daughter roughly and slinked deeper into the shadows. They would have their fun, but not yet....Not yet. Asian eyes roving from side to side, he disappeared with his baggage, a flick of his expressive tail giving off the last masculine whiff of his cologne before he vanished.[/blockquote]
For most, fear was not a controlled emotion. It happened when it wanted to, or when somebody made you feel it. But not for this man. He chose to feel fear when he needed to, and when otherwise...He was as blank as his father. Maturity had eased his figure from it's unnatural lankiness, although his long legs were still the same. Almost four years old...He could taste the victory of living to be in his prime. He had been tailing this lady for sometime now. As well as th Queen from the Ari. The two were rare beauties indeed. But he should be more serious. This was business, not a rare fancy or whim. He had a duty to fulfill. Or rather they had a duty to fulfill together. A sharp prod sent the silver eyes bairn flying forward. Her immature little form tumbling gracelessly into the clearing. She knew what to do. Her tiny little shape, such a facade, mewled as she crawled to Dancer and did her job. Smile and wave boys...Smile and wave. Daddy would be pleased if she was good. But could she keep up the act...? This jungle was pretty creepy...
