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Post by hOwL on Nov 8, 2010 22:08:46 GMT -5
Confuzzeled in her own thoughts she looked once more over her shoulder to the hollering of the male once more…what the hell? She flickered her ears with disgust as her lip curled with aggression. Goddamn…didn’t they already leave?! Then again she didn’t wish to bother – her ears flickered as he howled something about his own kind…was this idiot mad? What taint? Was he even talking to her? She snickered under her breath as she brushed it off, standing shaking her fur fiercely in the crisp air. Oh Apocalypse was certain she wasn’t anywhere near related or the same ‘kind’ as that fool dumb forest wolves…therefore she would ignore the shit out of him until it grew out of her paws. Her mind slowly skipped to juicy meat as hunger tugged on her stomach. Hmm…what to eat. Anything sound good…even wolf meat.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 8, 2010 22:49:25 GMT -5
Warm fuzziness. It comes, it goes, but it’s never something to grow bored or tired of—no, especially not for her. So rare and so peaceful a sensation birthed and shared between the two with just a mere glance. An instance of true happiness.
Well, it didn’t last long.
Sanceul’s ears flew up, angling toward the fae she had cast aside as a cranky but quite probably tormented soul. As she completed her rotation, she gazed upon the stranger with new eyes. Her vision, however, was clouded—and not quite with suspicion, though that remained a part of it.
A Hellfirian? What does that mean for us? I mean… I never really told Damien any details, but that whole thing with the Blood Mist babe… I could always call in favors if she’s a subordinate, or something. Naw, but we can handle it—she doesn’t look like a Blood Mist to me, anyway. But, then… if she’s a Hellfirian—and a mountain wolf, at that—what did she do to get dragged down there? Kill someone? Her gaze subconsciously hardened, and a submerged curiosity perked its senses. Like I have?
“Is that how you got your scars? Trip to hell gone south, or what?”
As if Hell's compass points anywhere other than south.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 8, 2010 23:07:11 GMT -5
Damien snorted in indignation at the femme's sudden display of ferocity. I can handle you, sister, don't think I can't. I've taken out wolves far stronger and far smarter...and I'm a little sick of your cheek, too.
He narrowed his eyes at the femme, watching her with mild disbelief. He knew the wolves of the mountains prided themselves on being something special -- pride to the point of arrogant prejudice. And worse, she was a mountain Hellfirian. Talk about a stick up your ass..."What, you want to play dumb? I'm not the only one with nose -- anyone's going to be able to smell you out. Where you are now, you're more likely to find an enemy than a fellow bottom-dweller. So, if I were you, I'd stop being stupid and start talking before you piss me off. I don't care if you're from somewhere so high you can touch the Twilight Realm with your tail, I'll take you down a few thousand levels if I need to."
I'm not proud of my heritage, but there's no use in denying it anymore, either; I have no trouble representing the south side in this instance...
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Post by hOwL on Nov 9, 2010 22:21:00 GMT -5
Just to add on the list of troubles her eyes fired with annoyance. Once again she ran into others that where completely mad! What was this? What did they MEAN?! She turned to the female armed with a bitter remark regarding that it was none of her damn business when Damien got in her face accusing her of something she never even heard off. Oh…this was when things started to get a little nasty a little bit more…complicated. Ears flickered back on her skull aggressively as a loud snarl interrupted his little stance of glory once his ‘speech’ of toughness was finished. Something triggered in her mind but she didn’t understand it…she couldn’t make it out. “Has everyone gone completely mad? Especially you…you ignorant disgrace of a life?” she hissed with anger molars grinding past each other causing a eerily noise. It had been a long time since Apocalypse was talked to in such way…it was visibly seen as it had bothered the foreign wolf greatly, just a bit more than it should. Maybe it had to do with past memories- or in her unknown case…past life. Her fur bristled as her bold muscles tensed keeping herself back from pouncing on little Damien. Who the hell did he think he was? There was now a crazed look in the uneven eyes of the pretty furred female, as once more that purple tongue made its appearance licking over her pearly fangs. “Before you go around threatening…make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into Hellboy ”, she mocked darkly in quitter tones…once more a familiar smirk reaching the corner of her lips.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 10, 2010 17:57:12 GMT -5
Her withers pricking along her spine, Sanceul locked into an aggressive semi-crouch, as if preparing t spring forth into an awaiting brawl. At her side, Damien’s threatening reel of verbiage only served to fuel her itch for violence. There’s no way she could take us both in a fight; we’d whoop her sorry ass. But, still…
Her eyes calmed briefly, as before a storm. She studied the fae once more. Why are we doing this? What is interrogating her going to accomplish? She swallowed. Really, can’t we just hit her over the head and run for it? She doesn’t even seem to be after us in the first place… so what if she’s from hell? Maybe she’s different. Like Damien.
“…you ignorant disgrace of a life!”
“Hey, lady! Back off!” Sanceul snarled, taking a step forward. “Who are you to judge? What are you even doing down here, so close to pack territory?”
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 10, 2010 20:15:33 GMT -5
Spite burned like fire in his bloodstream. Oh, what I wouldn't give to rip her face off right about now... He briefly recalled his meeting with Sanceul, and how unpleasant their relations had originally been -- at the time, he couldn't imagine a worse nuisance. Of course, that had changed greatly with time, but now he knew; there were far, far more under-your-skin annoying types than Past Sanceul could ever hope to come close to on a scale of one to you're-pissing-the-hell-outta-me. Quite frankly, this chick is pissing the hell out of me!!!But, truth was, the only real cricumstance that would make him lay a claw on her pompous, self-righteous, arrogance-riddled body is if she made a violent move towards Sanceul. He couldn't help himself; it was engrained into his very being:
I can't hit a girl
Instead, he forced himself to breathe deeply. Exhaling in exasperation, he grunted at the femme, "All right, tell you what, brains-fell-out-of-my-head-this-morning, take a whiff of your fur and tell me if it burns your nostrils. Just try it." Mentally, he added: and then, realize you're covered in an eternal layer of soot, take your ego down a few thousand notches, and accept that you are, indeed, a reincarnated denizen from lupine hell.
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Post by hOwL on Nov 10, 2010 22:35:02 GMT -5
Jaws snapped at Sancuel as she stepped back now unsure of what the hell she was even doing close to the packs anyway. Though she didn’t give the female the response she waited for...something told her to be here…but she hadn’t had a clue why. First she thought she fled from a crazed pack who wanted to determinate her, but in the end was that the real reason? The side of her torn face faced Sanceul for she shook her crown fallowing by a loud sneeze in attempts to calm her frustrated clouded mind. Once more the thick furred female ignored the speaking as flashes of disturbing images took over her mind. take a whiff of your fur and tell me if it burns your nostrils. Just try it. came a distant voice as she never really did take the time to sniff herself. Her head tilted lightly as she inhaled the tips of her coat, the scent of freshwater, other wolves, metallic blood was detected then came the faint sickening aroma of ash that made her nostrils flare with repulsion at the strong scent…where the hell was he going with this? Yes she found herself roaming close a forest fire a few nights ago before getting the pretty little bites around her neck. “Yes…but before ending up here I went through a lot…although am I suppose to be smelling something great? Because so far…I haven’t been doing anything like running through meadows to have a fabulous scent”, she commented now rather calmly as exhaustion of the mind now kicked in.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 10, 2010 23:00:20 GMT -5
An angry exhale shook her frame, and Sanceul went still. It was useless, really, getting so worked up over some random acquaintance—no, not with so many other things to get worked up about. Get pissed at Morgan, Blood Mist, whatever… but, really… she sounds sincere. And I’m definitely not the type to accurately judge these things, but hey, that was my gut reaction. ‘sides, I wanted to bite Damien’s head off at first, so…
She cleared her throat a little, lowering the harshness of her tone. She lacked enough knowledge for a precise interrogation (she left that up for Damien), but noticed the deep scars. And, without a shadow of a doubt, they must have been painful.
Mentally tracing the contours of her own wounds, Sanceul murmured, “Hey, just be straight with us. Whatever hell you’ve been through,” either on or beyond earth “there’s no use denying it. Now, do you smell that ash? It’s there. Happen to be in any fires lately? Get a bump on the head?”
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 10, 2010 23:33:16 GMT -5
Were you, by any chance, dropped on the head as a pup? The words tempted his spiteful lips, but Damien resisted from further fueling the flames of the femme's fury. I never did so good with angry she-wolves, anyway. He uttered a warning snarl as the femme snapped at Sanceul and adjusted his posture into a casually defensive stance. Chivalry could be slit from head to toe if she so much as tore Sanceul's nail. His pose was unforgiving, but his voice was that of a stern teacher demanding the answers from an inattentive student.
"All right, so we've established that you smell like fire. That's a starting point." Now, go jump off a cliff, die, and I'll see you in a day or two. Have you noticed you've been dead before? Haven't you died recently? Everyone dies, come on!
"You said there was a fire? Can you tell me what you remember about this fire -- and what Sanceul said, too. Do you remember getting injured at all or passing out?" You probably burned to death and didn't even remember it.
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Post by hOwL on Nov 11, 2010 22:58:12 GMT -5
Eyes now narrowed at the female. “No. I find it better for myself if I ignore it ever happened” Apocalypse responded with a crisp icy tone. At least this time she gave an explanation. The dark essa seemed to be getting more tolerant with the strangers- wait no. Never mind. Ears flickered at disbelief at the next set of questions. Where they making fun of her? This was freaking absurd…this was the q to leave before who the hell knows what could happen. “Yeah…I’m done play idiot here.” She stated when Damien spoke to her, eyeing him as if he was the ugliest thing she had seen. Why did he care? No, no…why did it EVEN MATTER?! Apparently something went wrong when Apocalypse was reincarnated; she didn’t seem to remember anything of her previous life, even though it affects who she is greatly. Truth was…this was what a beautiful angel in Twilight wished and prayed above in the clouds alongside with another worried soul. All honesty…Apocalypse could care less. Plus she was hungry. Fangs bore at Damien as she strolled past him. Yes, she hated him for no apparent reason. She hated both of them for converting her into some ‘joke’. Though she felt pity for the female…for sticking around to a brute such as Damien. oooh well. not her life to live, right?
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 11, 2010 23:18:54 GMT -5
A small grimace passed her features. It wasn’t that the situation was frustrating—though, really, the fae’s stubbornness had begun to drill a hole through Sanceul’s already limited patience—but that it was… sad, almost. This fae, this marred-up face, had suffered, and seemed worthy of pity. And from what Sanceul could tell, she either didn’t remember, or didn’t want to remember.
“Hey, I’ve been there.” She glanced briefly at Damien before turning her gaze back to Apocalypse. “And it’s hard, but… living as a ghost forever? What’s the use in that?” Well… ‘but’ what? What if she’s been through something terrible? Well, granted, she almost certainly has, but… erg, what are we even getting at here? What’s the point in all this questioning? Maybe we should just leave it all alone? “…are you going to answer any of these questions, or are you gonna keep dodging all day? If you’re a Hellfirian, that’s a pretty important quality. It matters.”
She sighed, tilting her head away. That was about all the self control she could muster. “Might as well head off, maybe grab a bite… arguing in circles is getting is nothing but wasted time.” Three cheers for hypocrisy she thought with an inner smile.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 11, 2010 23:46:32 GMT -5
He couldn't resist a flash of his incisors. She's terrible. She probably makes little kids cry or something. Damien rarely resorted to such a level, but he barely managed to keep his tongue in check at the femme's stubborn response. He shifted his shoulders idly and nodded in agreement with Sanceul's suggestion. Technically, he and Sanceul had really been here first and this crazed Hellfirian had wandered into their backyard, but in truth, they never really settled in one place for more than a night, anyway. Sanceul was right; there was no point in arguing further.
There's no fixing stupid.
He began to turn away, but before he went, he looked back over his shoulder with narrowed eyes.
"What you don't remember, girl, is dying. You died and you came back and now you stink of hell because, in some way, shape, or form, you forced unescessary misery on others. Now, you have reincarnated. If you don't believe me, go sniff someone else that smells like soot that you can push off a cliff -- not me, there's no way you'd make me budge -- and see if they turn up in a few days snarling for vengeance. They'll reincarnate; I'd bet my life on it." With that, he began to move away from the pitiful, nameless femme.
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Post by hOwL on Nov 13, 2010 2:07:39 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed as she snorted at his words. ‘You died, came his words as they lingered vividly in her thinking. They echoed, soon becoming louder until she had to shake her head. She remembered…and he was right. All her movement stopped and once more she felt that miserable weight of pain. The pain of every single thought and memory that she had the pleasure to live without a few minutes before this…idiot came along. “You are disgusting not only by being repulsive by image…but by adding yourself to every little thing you say” came her dark tones voice as a cackle of laughter escaped her lips. “Hmm…you haven’t changed much since Secret Fang vanished…still the same ignorant bitch. Just like her, maybe that’s why alikes never last” she mocked narrowing her eyes fiercely at him a tiny dark smirk over her muzzle. “Oh…by the way. I remember now….every SINGLE piece of my SHIT LIFE!” She snarled fiercely at him the fur along her neck bristling. “…thanks to you.” She finished sweetly with the cock of her pretty head. …& trust me…you WILL be paying for it…no no…everyone will.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Nov 13, 2010 2:36:18 GMT -5
“WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH—back up there, lady.”
Any fragments of sympathy dissolved into a brew of fury. It was one thing to insult Sanceul—perhaps even disastrous for the wrong person to say the wrong things. But to insult Damien (with Sanceul standing directly in earshot, nevertheless) seemed a far cry out of the question.
Oh no you didn’t just dis mah man.
Cue finger snap gesture.
“I don’t care if you were impaled and raped while drowning in a fucking inferno—there’s this little alien concept called MANNERS that you seem to not be aware of!” She was fuming, having shoved her tiny frame between Damien and Apocalypse, baring her fangs viciously all the way. “And I’d be more than happy to give you a little lesson in hospitality! Now either you come out with a pretty fucking convincing apology, or you’re gonna get a handful of a claws up your ass. Which is it?”
And to think I almost feltsorryforyouyalittle-censoredcensoredcensoredcensored-
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Nov 13, 2010 2:43:40 GMT -5
The chick is on crack!
He had opened his mouth to speak, but all of the sudden he found himself in the midst of an erupting volcano of expletives. He blinked at Sanceul's small frame in suprise. Size mean's nothing -- when she's erupting, you better take cover. He waited until her bout had ended, and despite the sudden turn of events, he fought to restrain a small chuckle at the sight of Sanceul leaping forward so viciously to clear his name.
Turning to Apocalypse with a rather distracted expression on his face, he barked gently, "Look, I'm quite happy it didn't work out with Secret Fang; I ended up with something so much better that every breathe I take, I am completely blown away in amazement. Look at it this way, whatever your name is; you had a sucky life, alright. Well, now you've got a second chance at something better. You can continue your temper tantrum, or you can get up off the ground and go chase something -- anything. Just don't waste your second chance lamenting the first. If I was a different type of guy, and I kept mooning over some stupid chick that I barely even knew, I never would've fallen in love with the greatest woman in the world. So do yourself a favor and take a deep breath and a step back; life is pretty awesome if you give it a chance."
Please no more volcanoes...
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