Once again the femme had awoken from a thought provoked stupor to find herself wandering rather aimlessly again. This time however, she found herself rather far Sorth and close to a rather aggressive river. The sound of the waves crashing upon the rocks sounded like clapping to her, the river was applauding her. Vega bowed slightly and laughed, yet what the femme would have deemed a laugh sounded more like an insane conglomeration of noises. Something felt like it was broken today, Vega's mind felt more snapped in half than usual. Her cranium was held to the side and her tongue dangled from her mouth, a glassy look was cast upon her features. Had one observed the femme from a far they most likely would have believed her rabid. In actuality, Vega was purely relaxing. Enjoying the strange new land that somehow she had brought herself upon.
It had been several days since she had seen another wolf, well at least one that she remembered. Vega had not quite decided where she was going with her life anymore. Originally it was to build up an empire, however now the female was more confused as to how she kept appearing in random places. It was about time she take up that brute on his offer. He had seemed fairly certain that he knew what he was speaking of when it came to herbs. Perhaps he could find a way for her to clear and focus her mind. The everything would fall into place, just like her father had always promised her. 'I hate father, he showed me the cruelties of the world, but at such a young age that I could grow to avoid them,' thoughts rattled through the young adults mind as her glassy glare was cast out into the void above the river. Occasionally her tail would give a wag or two, and perhaps her ears would twitch quickly. Otherwise the female stood very still for nearly an hour. The war never ceased within, even when the creature was alone.
Vega was a delicate being, and delicate only because the femme was a walking time bomb. It was unknown when she would explode with harshness or manipulative kindness. It caused her much distress when it came to interacting with others, but the female hoped that it would all be cleared up soon. Hadrian could probably help her, if he believed she would ever try to find him. The female had kind of wandered off after their evening of conversation. The grey female could not even remember what sort of plant the brute had convinced her to consume, either way she was still alive. It was decided that the femme would eventually head back nouth to try and find him. That is after she had done some meditation of sorts to clear her fogged mind. Anything could possibly help, or so she prayed.
A breeze raced through the terrain, catching the femme quite off guard. A few paw steps back, and her muzzle averted itself up slightly more. Not a single scent of another wolf, how long had it been since a wolf was up here? Perhaps she had found her own secret haven upon which to relax. That thought caused a rather large grin to summon itself upon her features. Alone time was never bad, especially not when she was completely isolated. The voices were not bothering the female too much today, and she allowed herself to enjoy the cool breeze as it caressed her body. Ebony fur crashed around the femme similar to the waves against the rocks. The beauty of the terrain surrounding the grey one was hardly noticed, only the sounds and physical sensations were noted. The fresh air tasted almost bland in the female's mouth, as everything within herself was focused on cleansing.
Perhaps if the demons were exorcised then she would be able to live in peace. If those ever so troublesome voices were gone, then she could rule herself and everyone else. But, if the voices left forever then who would be there? Vega enjoyed the debates that were inspired with the other personas, but could never decide if she would rather them stay or leave. Perhaps the choice needed to be made by something beyond her control. Or maybe it already was. A few words were whispered by the female, but as soon as they were spoken her mind had forgotten them.
The girl took a few steps closer to the river, granting herself to be near enough to take a brief drink. It was only a brief minute before Vega retracted her footsteps, arriving essentially in the same place she had started. The river felt soothing and cool within her, and something within her spoke of swimming. Not quite swimming though, but being surrounded by water. Letting the water consume her soul. Paws began carrying the female closer to the water again, and this time the female outstretched a paw and began placing it on top of the water. A smile was spread across her features as she moved her paw slowly throughout the water.
Last Edit: Oct 10, 2012 23:51:25 GMT -5 by Deleted
“Ugh...It’s so hot.” The complaint rang out loudly in the isolated area the dark brute was trotting. He was more accustomed to cooler climates, like Tiayr or Caurus. But no. After his little rendezvous with the Salen princess and that tundra femme—quite the rendezvous there—some wolves had decided to stake a claim on the Occasus. At first, he had wanted to seek out any femmes in the pack, maybe take a few for a test run. While in stealth mode, however, he saw that they were all damaged. The alphess was blind and the only other femme with her was far too young for Chaos’ taste. Even younger than the princess, and convincing himself to target her had been a stretch. So, with a heavy sigh, the brute headed to the nearest border.
Too bad it took him further south.
For the third time on his journey, the brute stopped, stepping into a shady nook in one of the walls around him. If he ventured all the way south, he could cross the delta into I’queyer, the loner’s land. It was much cooler there than in Xisyn, and there were probably more meals just waiting for him to capture. And, if he was lucky, there would even be a few unclaimed femmes needing his...comfort. It was that desire that had kept the brute going this far, even though he’d already scratched that itch in the past week. Some itches only get worse the more you scratch it.
Chaos stepped out into the sun, casting his golden gaze upward. He was about to give the glowing orb a scrutinizing gaze when it was swallowed up by thunderclouds. This perked the brute right up. So long as the sun remained behind clouds, he wouldn’t have to worry about his pelt growing uncomfortably hot. And those clouds looked like rain. “This place could use some of that,” the brute murmured as he kicked a loose rock. He watched as the rock tumbled before it got wedged into a crack in the ground. Chaos sighed. So much for that as entertainment. He’d just have to come up with something all on his lonesome.
Before long, the brute could hear the beautiful sound of running water. It wasn’t cascading like a waterfall, but it was clear enough to call him forth. He veered off his path slightly, his focus solely on the prospect of quenching his dry throat. He had planned to drink at the delta, but why wait? Fresh water was just within his grasp! As the small creek came into view, so did a wolf he hadn’t detected. At first, he believed the desert heat was playing tricks on him. Her pelt was as dark as his with lighter hairs mixed in. Just like his. He shook his head vigorously, wondering if he was hallucinating himself up ahead. But no matter how much he did so, the wolf remained. From the distance, he couldn’t see exactly what she was doing. No matter. Without so much as an announcement of his presence, Chaos stepped up beside the femme, dipping his head to the cool water.
He drank for some time, seeming to completely ignore the femme standing beside him. He could see now that she was playing in the water, like some kind of pup. The brute gave a mental groan. Had he stumbled across yet another young femme? There was only so young he was willing to claim, even if his victim was just as willing as he. As inconspicuously as he could, Chaos examined the femme, trying to figure out her age. She was definitely older than the little Mackenzie he’d seen in the Occasus. He couldn’t tell her exact age, but she seemed seasoned enough to him. With a determined nod, the brute lifted his head, stretching out his body. He then turned to the femme with a charming smile, wagging his tail ever so slightly. “Hello there,” he greeted, voice smooth as honey. It may cut into his journey time to I’queyer, but he always had time to chat with a pretty femme. And perhaps a little more than chat...
words:: Seven-Hundred and Six muse:: Good tags::Vega mood:: Uncomfortably hot, thirsty, flirtacious ooc:: I'm assuming this is the thread you switched from a northern territory down here? There are a few mentions of north and south that are...backwards? XD
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2012 10:17:35 GMT -5 by Deleted
The female was so used to her mind playing tricks on her, that although the scent of a brute had wafted across her nostrils, she did not move in the slightest. Her paw kept gliding along the top of the water and her glazed over orbs kept staring through the earth. Vega was deep within her mind, she could nearly feel the water surrounding her. The swelling as it filled her lungs, expanded them, stretched them was nearly arousing. Within the confines of her soul the femme could imagine that she was drowning; yet as quickly as the pain was there, it melted away. Sorrowfully, the female was brought back to reality, where only a slightly damp paw was on the surface of a rather dull stream. 'How long have I been here, allowing myself to do this?' Vega was only mildly concerned about that though, what now held her attention was the brute next to her.
He seemed to have not noticed her company in the slightest, for he simply waltzed up and began to drink. 'Maybe he is not here? I am simply taunting myself as I was before,' and the female nearly laughed audibly. But as the breeze played with their fur, she was convinced that this other creature was in the same reality as her body. They were coexisting on the same plane. The thought was rather thrilling to the deep hued femme, perhaps this brute would be able to strike up some slightly intriguing conversation. She arched her back in a mild stretch, before taking half of a step to be able to better view the other wolf. His appearance was rather eye-appealing, to say the least, for Vega was quite partial to the dark pigments that additionally plagued her own pelt. Something about them were visually stimulating, her orbs could nearly not drag themselves away. This had caused her many issues when Vega was near larger rivers, as most often she would stare herself down in the water. It was rather egotistical, but on occasion the femme would stroke her own ego. 'I wonder what brings him here?'
Cautiously her tail began wagging, her mind was on high alert; however, the femme remained fairly at ease in her stance. She felt confident in herself today, the pain within her leg had finally ceased. Auds stood erect upon her head, and a golden stare was cast at the brute. She was intrigued, curious about this creature. The femme had not seen another creature with such coloration as herself for quite some time, not since her own family. Interest had instantaneously been spiked, especially when the brute at first did not give her even a moment's glance. Despite being paranoid about other wolves, she did nearly demand their attention at times; for if they did not give her attention then there was an opportunity for them to be as mentally broken as she was. The thought of meeting another deranged wolf had always made Vega slightly nervous, as she was unpredictable enough. Now imagine two of them. They would be either a dynamic, crazed duo or enemies in totality.
Auds quivered when sound was detected, this brute had actually decided to speak to her! 'Well, hopefully he was not as lost within himself as I was,' the femme bit her tongue quickly to prevent laughter from erupting. She had never been very good with keeping her outbursts to herself, more often than not any deranged or confusing thought would cause cackling maniacal laughter to spout from her face. Hardly had she prevented it this time. "Hello there, my lord," the femme's voice was rather silky, smooth. A sly half-grin formed over her features, before a glimmer lit up within her eyes. For a strange reason she was interested in this foreign brute, he had not instantly acknowledged her existence and that greatly bothered her. It drove her to know why the water was more important.
'We should have been most important, indeed, but the water is needed for - no! Excuses,' a higher pitch tone argued with a sultry deeper one. This time the female could not keep the devilish chuckle from escaping her maw, but upon the laughter's completion the same grin as before crossed her once again. It was not even meant to be a cover for her bout of insanity, but rather a slightly friendly look. One that was not usually sent out by this creature. Drunkenly her tail wiggled behind her, as if it was not quite sure how to keep pace or rhythm anymore. 'What will become of us? We shall prevail, prevail?' eyes glazed again, but the female's attention was still half aimed at this brute. It was vital that she heard what he had to say, if anything else, to her. Maybe he would even introduce himself, yet introductions could be so traditional. And neither of them seemed to follow the stereotypical accepted rules, at least upon first glance.
OoC| I think I got my Norths and Souths straightened out now *shifty eyes*
It was a stroke to the brute’s ego that the femme seemed to grow curious about him. Chaos could feel her eyes on him, examining every inch of the gorgeous specimen that he was. Oh how he loved that reaction from femmes. He was a piece of work, alright, and it was a hard thing to not notice. And he wasn’t the type to allow a single femme to have all his fineness to herself. No. He had to share his gift with the femmes of the world.
But for now, he would settle with the continent of Anikira. Though most of the femmes he ever came across were a little messed up in the head (the princess, that white femme he’d claimed, and the femme before her, to name a few), they were all available to help him scratch his itch, therefore making them all useful. Maybe someday he would venture out into the real world and spread his love (or whatever is closest to that, as he doesn’t actually “feel” love for his...victims). It was a rather odd goal for a wolf to have, but it was a goal nonetheless. At least part of him was healthy and normal.
The femme answered his greeting with one of her own. A wry smirk spread on his lips. “My lord? Oh yes, I do like that,” he said, words laced with arrogance. He even thought, however briefly, that he ought to change his name to ‘My lord’. But that may be a bit too arrogant, even for him. No. It would be best if he simply stuck with the name he originally gave himself. He liked it better anyway. “What brings a lovely femme such as yourself all the way out here?”And alone to boot, he added mentally, fighting the devilish grin that itched to form. Just as it had been with the white femme atop the mountain, the two of them were alone. Nobody was around to hear her make a fuss should he decide to do as he pleased with her.
Chaos let out an involuntary shudder, followed by a very light moan, as he thought about the possibility. He was fairly certain that, even in this extreme heat, he would be able to keep pace with her should she decide to run, let alone overtake her when he finally caught up. His imagination ran wild with the chase that wasn’t actually occurring, though the brute’s tongue lolled from his mouth as if he truly were running. The femme’s laughter yanked him from his twisted fantasy, and he frowned down at her. That sounded a little... No. That must have been my imagination. He shook off the odd feeling her laugh left behind, smiling charmingly at her once again.
All at once, a strange glaze filled the femme’s eyes, nearly clouding them over. It puzzled Chaos, and he tilted his head as he tried to understand what was happening. Perhaps she was overcome with lust? His smirk widened at the possibility, swelling his pride even further than it already was. That was a situation he could handle without even trying too hard. But there was a nagging feeling that, no, she wasn’t overcome with lust. Pity, really. Chaos couldn’t figure it out, however, and simply stood there, smirking to hide the fact that he was a bit lost. Surely whatever it was would simply fade the longer she looked at him. He had the effect on others sometimes.
words:: Five-Hundred and Ninety-Two muse:: Alright tags::Vega mood:: Very arrogant, and a little lost ooc:: He's being a pain in the ass...
For an odd reason the femme found herself pleased with the brute's company, and for no rather apparent reason. He was just a male, that was all. Yet somehow his cocky attitude intrigued her and made her want to chuckle all at the same time. Vega was not one to let another creature attempt to feel better than she was, after all within the confines of her mind there was more of her than there was of him. There were many creatures that lived within her skull, and not so many in his; at least the femme assumed. After having the incident with Hadrian where the voices diminished, the female was convinced that they would give her power when she needed it. Having stroked his ego, it indirectly stroked hers as well. 'We shall see just what he thinks he has that is better than us! Foolish brute,' yet despite the arguing, she could not shake the slight interest in the creature.
It was obscure for the femme to want to know what another creature was all about, for usually she cared not for them. Perhaps it was the grin that was consuming the brute's features, or the way he made her seem so unimportant; regardless, he had the honor of holding her attention. The question was would he be able to bend her will to how he wanted, as Vega was not an emotional creature. In fact, the femme had absolutely no feelings at all. It was impossible for the creature to ever experience happiness, it seemed that she was either bored or angry. That was merely the range that the femme held, even within an intelligent conversation there was only so much she could do. Few creatures would be interested in hearing her speak of slaughtering and raping other creatures; or any of the other deranged concepts that floated around. Thus, in most circumstances the ebony hued femme held her tongue.
The devious grin only spread across her maw a bit more upon hearing his words. "I am glad to have pleased you," the femme glanced a quick yellow gaze up towards the brute. Names were still unknown, it was a formality that Vega was fine without. It seemed that it would be more fun attempting to toy with this other creature than actually having a conversation. 'Try to break us,' her mind challenged the brute. His ego colliding with hers; however Vega could only remain strong for so long. Only until a creature really spent the time to beat her down into nothing, but that had not happened for quite some time now. She was beginning to feel that it would never occur again, yet no creature could keep her as a slave. That would require more attention and effort than most wolves were willing to devote, especially to an insane being such as herself. There were times where she completely forgot her name, forgot who she was.
"I was pondering a few things," her tone was rather carnal, her own ego being stroked for no apparent reason. Yet, Vega could not quite make up her mind; and the voices were certainly no help. A section of her mind felt powerful, yet another seemed to be praying to be broken. Once more a laugh escaped her features and she opted to walk around the brute slowly for a moment. Her golden eyes, whilst avoiding his face, glanced over his frame. Slowly, her tail brushed across his legs, before the femme stepped back once again. What was she to do, a part of her wanted to encourage this brute to attack her. Something within her mind was egging on a fight.
It had been quite some time since the flesh of another wolf had been ripping beneath her teeth, that the sweet taste of their blood had flooded her mouth. And for no apparent reason, the thought was absolutely consuming her. 'Rip off his face! Don't you bother touching him - what will he do to us?' The pain seared through her features, and the female tensed up for a moment. Her head felt as if it was going to burst, 'Stop it, stop it!' the femme could hear her own voice cry out in her thoughts. The fight dissipated for once, Vega was quite surprised and pleased at the same time. She prayed they would stay gone for awhile, allow her to focus on the creature before her. Without them maybe some sanity would return to her, the female never really had anything sane about her.
"What has brought you here, master?" Her voice dropped to a near whisper as she responded to the brute. He had opted to inquire about her, so she was going to play the same game. It was only fair that he answer the same questions she did. The thought of pacing in yet another circle around the brute played within her, but she opted to wait. See what the creature did and said, there was no need to rush. The worst thing that could happen would be that the brute wandered off, and she would resume being alone once again.
There was something about this femme that intrigued Chaos, something he couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was the absolute fascination she seemed to have with him. Or perhaps it was the odd reactions she gave every once in a while (a devilish smirk here, an out-of-place giggle there). Hell, he could have just been intrigued by a femme that looked just like he did. He couldn’t remember, but he was fairly certain that he was the only pup of his litter to have a dark pelt. His mother certainly didn’t; that much he knew for certain. As for his father... Well, he’d never met the wolf. Nor did he ever really want to.
But that wasn’t the point, now was it? Chaos gave the femme a slightly wary look as her devious grin spread further. He rather liked that expression, but generally on himself, not others. He knew what that sort of smile meant. And if he was correct to assume it meant the same on this femme, he knew he was going to have some fun with her. His own smirk widened, growing more and more confident with each passing second. Though her words did nothing to help prevent its growth. Glad to have pleased him? Really? Did that mean she was willing? Could he take it to mean that? He made sure not to show what he was thinking, but he also kept silent.
The femme’s eyes glanced to his, holding them for a very brief moment. Just like his own, her gaze was golden. A slight frown marred the brute’s face. Could they be siblings? Certainly not of the same mother, but of the same father? That was a bit of a turn-off. Even after her gaze dropped, he continued to stare at her, the idea of this little thing being blood-related to him ruining all of his wonderful fantasies. If she was his sister, he would have to make sure she didn’t live to see another day. That was nonnegotiable. Family meant nothing to the brute, or if it did, it meant more pawns for his twisted games. But what were the chances this femme was related to him? Slight, but it was more than enough to put him off.
If only for a moment.
Chaos completely missed the answer the femme gave him, his focus solely on his personal problems. But when a laugh slipped out of her maw, he snapped out of his reverie, watching her intently. She was moving around him very slowly. He didn’t particularly like the idea of being at the femme’s mercy—he was the one who usually held the mercy—but he remained still as she walked. When her tail brushed his legs, the brute shuddered, loosing another quiet moan. Family or not, this femme was teasing him! And there was only so much patience Chaos had for such things.
He turned to her as she stepped back, half wondering why she stopped and half wondering if he should do something in response. But she seemed to be in pain. Chaos tilted his head. I’ve not even done anything yet... A nicer wolf would have stepped forward, perhaps asking in a soft tone what was wrong. Chaos simply stood there, admiring her pained expression. It was beautiful. It made him want to inflict actual pain on her. To taste her blood. To hear her screams of agony. He shuddered again, nearly every muscle in his body rippling with desire. It would be quite an easy feat. They were roughly the same size, but he was fairly certain with his experience, he could easily overtake her and do as he pleased. All he needed to do was lunge...
It was miraculous he even heard her question. Not only was her voice barely above a whisper, but he just wasn’t paying her any mind. Not in a conversational sense. He wanted to dominate her, to make her bleed and scream and writhe in agony beneath him before he turned it all into pleasure. For her anyway. He’d be in ecstasy just watching her pained expression grow more and more on that pretty face of hers. But a part of his brain registered the question, picking and choosing an appropriate response. “Nothing has brought me here, love. I go where I please with no ties to anything. Not even the land beneath my paws.” His eyes never left her face, gaze smoldering and intense.
words:: Seven-Hundred and Fifty-Nine muse:: Came out of nowhere o.o tags::Vega mood:: Turned on, turned off, turned on again. Now he just wants to attack her. ooc:: His train of thought is so weird XD
