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you play with toys that have triggers - Valkyrja - May 03, 2012
There's been a change of plans, no one is dying in this thread yet. They'll just beat each other bloody and finish it ..later. <3
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LET'S PLAY A GAME OF TWO
And so it unfolded, tasting so sweetly on her tongue. Nothing could quite describe the pleased sensation in her body, the poisonous warmth in her belly. Kisla's fur tasted sweet and of innocence, and to watch Marsh's face... His expressions were priceless, the horror and fury playing a game of chase across his ugly visage. As he began to growl at the little princess beneath her began to understand something was wrong, Valkyrja gave a throaty laugh. The little darling wasn't fast, that was for sure. She'd been lured in so easily, just a couple of smiles and compliments, and she was hooked... That she'd doubted her protector for a moment made it all the better, but that she now believed him was .. unfortunate, for Kyrja herself. Clearly the brute was unwilling to risk squishing his little lady, but the Hollow female had no interest in being a sitting target. As Kisla tried to slink away, she reached out, quick as a snake, to try and grab her by the scruff. "Oh no, you don't," she said in a low voice. Her shield was not going to get away...
If she'd caught Kisla, she'd try to maneuver the young female to stand between her and Marsh; if not, she'd make sure to face him anyway. His scars told a tale she'd rather not experience alone, but with Fírnen somewhere else she didn't have much of a choice. Chances were she could bring him down with lucky hits, but... Most likely, this fight would not reach a conclusion today. While the prospect angered one part of her, it excited another. Few things were more pleasing than a long, bothersome hunt, and waiting made everything so much sweeter... A fair share of anger fueled her today, and to taste his blood in this mindset would be exhilarating, yes, but to wait for it, dream of it... A shiver coursed down her spine. In a month or two or three, he would taste all the sweeter, and her revenge - well, revenge was more fulfilling than plain old fury. Grinning smugly, the mad woman's dark eyes flashed dangerously. Gone was the softness, the doe-eyed look. There was only cold, cold darkness that invited you to fall in and drown in terror.
"Someone has eyes to see with, but no tongue to speak with," she purred, hoping Kisla's presence (unless she'd gotten away, then Kyrja was fried already) would cause the beast to hesitate longer. She wanted to rile him up properly before giving him the satisfaction of mussing her fur and getting her dirty. "Perhaps you should teach the little darling a thing or two... She's awfully pretty, but awfully blind, makes me want to do things to her..." Her expression promised it was not pleasant things she wanted to do. "Perhaps... perhaps my brother would be interested in such a pretty little plaything..." Such a lie. She'd kill Kisla before letting Fírnen anywhere near her body, but Marsh didn't have to know that. He just needed to get so mad he could scarce contain himself. Valkyrja would be able to take a few cuts and bruises, but no matter if she had to sprint out of here to get out alive... Oh, if she could just make him mad enough and get Kisla caught up in it! She'd win, if she could make him hurt her.
If she'd caught Kisla, she'd try to maneuver the young female to stand between her and Marsh; if not, she'd make sure to face him anyway. His scars told a tale she'd rather not experience alone, but with Fírnen somewhere else she didn't have much of a choice. Chances were she could bring him down with lucky hits, but... Most likely, this fight would not reach a conclusion today. While the prospect angered one part of her, it excited another. Few things were more pleasing than a long, bothersome hunt, and waiting made everything so much sweeter... A fair share of anger fueled her today, and to taste his blood in this mindset would be exhilarating, yes, but to wait for it, dream of it... A shiver coursed down her spine. In a month or two or three, he would taste all the sweeter, and her revenge - well, revenge was more fulfilling than plain old fury. Grinning smugly, the mad woman's dark eyes flashed dangerously. Gone was the softness, the doe-eyed look. There was only cold, cold darkness that invited you to fall in and drown in terror.
"Someone has eyes to see with, but no tongue to speak with," she purred, hoping Kisla's presence (unless she'd gotten away, then Kyrja was fried already) would cause the beast to hesitate longer. She wanted to rile him up properly before giving him the satisfaction of mussing her fur and getting her dirty. "Perhaps you should teach the little darling a thing or two... She's awfully pretty, but awfully blind, makes me want to do things to her..." Her expression promised it was not pleasant things she wanted to do. "Perhaps... perhaps my brother would be interested in such a pretty little plaything..." Such a lie. She'd kill Kisla before letting Fírnen anywhere near her body, but Marsh didn't have to know that. He just needed to get so mad he could scarce contain himself. Valkyrja would be able to take a few cuts and bruises, but no matter if she had to sprint out of here to get out alive... Oh, if she could just make him mad enough and get Kisla caught up in it! She'd win, if she could make him hurt her.
I'LL PLAY GOD AND YOU'LL PLAY YOU
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you play with toys that have triggers - Marsh - May 07, 2012
It had gone wrong, so deathly wrong. Where had Kisla found this monster? The laugh, the mad look, the waves of malicious intent which rolled from her in near-tangible waves - how could the girl be so naive? This was what came from a sheltered life - and the puppies, now yearlings, had lived with ease for too long. Now it had come to bite poor Kisla in the ass, and he just hoped that it would not be too harsh a lesson.
Marsh halted immediately as the bitch grabbed the child, Corinna's child, and used her as a shield against the copper Second who clearly wanted nothing more than to rip her limb from limb.
A voice of venom matched her nature perfectly, and though he was shaking with too much rage to even begin to comprehend the sick threats which were being used to goad him on, they really weren't necessary. He was more than provoked.
The bitch had Corinna's offspring. She was going to fucking die.
It was only the presence of Kisla which held him back from a blind fury (though it was simultaneously her very being in danger which would have caused the fury) and, shaking, the deep growl in his chest grew to a thunderous snarl, his head lowering, fur bristling, saliva-slicked teeth bared and quivering. Aware that this was not going to end nicely, he glanced for a moment at Kisla, his eyes softening momentarily with apology for what had to happen - and seeking her acceptance of it. She had gotten herself in this mess, and now he was going to pull her out of it. She must know that he would never hurt her intentionally, but he could not let this bitch think that using a child as a shield was going to save her.
Nothing was going to save her.
you play with toys that have triggers - Kisla - May 13, 2012
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Time seemed to creep past ever so slowly to the girl – the brush of Valkyrja’s fur along her own no longer reminded the girl about how pretty she thought the female was – no, the wolf that now used her to her advantage was hideous, and as the stranger taunted Marsh – the most protective of them all – Kisla felt her stomach drop. Despite her attempt at escape, the pale she-wolf grasped her by the scruff, holding her to her position.
Her bright green eyes sought out the gold of the pack’s Second, though she knew his own gaze would not be upon her; they would be trained upon her captor, waiting for a moment of weakness to slink in and show her that words meant very little in the end.. it was her actions that had sealed her fate.
Her pale body was pushed between the two wolves, keeping the tawny regal from reaching this now unwanted stranger. The purred words were taunts that caused the girl to cringe – her heart ached for Marsh, and her legs trembled in the fear she felt. Still, a naïve and overly trustful darling, Kisla was not stupid, and as the pale dove continued to mock her friend, the petite she-wolf bowed her muzzle slightly, her tongue slinking past her lips.
Trying to spin suddenly, the pale tawny girl’s jaws twisted back in an attempt to grab the paw that held her so firmly, to slash her fangs upon the woman’s touch if only to distract her for a moment and allow Marsh his chance.
you play with toys that have triggers - Valkyrja - May 14, 2012
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The time for talk was running out - she could feel it in her blood, how her heart's beating increased. Fire spread through her, pouring like molten iron through her veins. It was sickening, the anticipation, the way the world lurched under her feet as her silvery hackles rose. Words faded from her mind, replaced by a guttural snarl that was so at odds with her immaculately kept self - that a woman so slender and elegant as her could produce such a noise, feel such a rage... She fed off Marsh's anger, the toxic flames in her soul rising. Kisla was no longer important. It didn't matter whether she held the girl or not. The only thing that mattered was giving the pressure building up inside her a release, an outlet, one that contained blood and flesh and pain. Her lips peeled back from her off-white teeth, another growl spilling out; her head rose, ears forward, a mad glint in her dark eyes. The light was bleeding rapidly from the world but she didn't mind, didn't even notice; she was absorbed in the moment, in the fury coating her like a blanket that dulled the senses. Everything faded from her mind, except the three creatures of warmth in this clearing. The ground would drink blood tonight.
That's when Kisla spun, a little fire back in the youth. Already on edge, Valkyrja gave a hellish screech and plunged her head down, heedless of the danger - of the risk of injury. Kisla's young teeth brushed against her paw, snagging the thin skin as she pulled it back, and the screech turned into a reverberating growl as her punishment was carried out. Without thinking about Marsh, without thinking at all, she tried to clamp her jaws down across her muzzle and bite, hard. The girl had been, in Kyrja's mind, free to go until this had happened - now, she'd bring both of them down, starting with her. Unchecked hatred, raw in its form and powerful in its quantity, swept through her like a flood, further fanning the flames of her mad mind. The storm raged within, logic abandoned, and there was only one way out of this, one way to stop it; quench the fires in the blood of enemies.
That's when Kisla spun, a little fire back in the youth. Already on edge, Valkyrja gave a hellish screech and plunged her head down, heedless of the danger - of the risk of injury. Kisla's young teeth brushed against her paw, snagging the thin skin as she pulled it back, and the screech turned into a reverberating growl as her punishment was carried out. Without thinking about Marsh, without thinking at all, she tried to clamp her jaws down across her muzzle and bite, hard. The girl had been, in Kyrja's mind, free to go until this had happened - now, she'd bring both of them down, starting with her. Unchecked hatred, raw in its form and powerful in its quantity, swept through her like a flood, further fanning the flames of her mad mind. The storm raged within, logic abandoned, and there was only one way out of this, one way to stop it; quench the fires in the blood of enemies.
I'LL PLAY GOD AND YOU'LL PLAY YOU
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you play with toys that have triggers - Marsh - May 14, 2012
Just like that, Kisla turned the tide, and the surge of pride in Marsh's heart almost rivalled his rage. The sweet child was beginning to grow into a fine young wolf, and here was proof - and now Marsh knew that she could take it.
The bitch's head went down to retaliate, off-white teeth lunging for Kisla's muzzle, and the Second saw red. The growls in his chest died for a moment as he exploded forwards, only to thunder anew as he lunged for the back of the bitch's neck with the intention of biting down - hard - and, should that be achieved, physically force her away from Kisla by the scruff. Once removed from the protection of her hostage... it would start to get beautiful. All he needed was to ensure Kisla was safe first.
RE: you play with toys that have triggers - Kisla - May 24, 2012
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The clip of her jaws only managed to grasp a bit of skin on her capturer’s paw, but it was enough it seemed to distract the she-wolf and give Marsh his way in. Of course, this victory was only small, and Valkyrja’s jaws clamped harshly down upon the girl’s snout, tearing at the tender and thin flesh before eliciting a yelp of pain from the youth.
Her paws willed her to backpedal from the attack, yet the sheer red that clouded her vision as the she-wolf’s teeth raked damage upon her muzzle would not allow her to, and she instead felt herself pushing forward. The tightening of her hind legs was quick, and rolling a shoulder forward, the pale tawny girl hoped to push Valkyrja back from her smaller figure.
She felt teeth rip upon flesh, and with one frantic look to Marsh, the tawny girl finally pulled away, hearing the sickening rip of her skin as she pushed away from the woman, her paws digging to the ground as she finally released herself. Twisting her slender figure, the girl's paws grippped to the earth before she turned clumsily, blind in her panic and uncertain as to where her attacker was now. Kisla Tainn did not wait to see - her legs caught themselves steadily, and without further though she ran as fast as she could, not waiting to hear or see what Marsh intended to to with the stranger.