Suitable Resting place

[eldiablo]

[bg=black][atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,1] ooc; Muse- So so... Word Count- 612 The chapters in a story book written in unknown tounge, that's how my life went. No one was able to read it but myself. And in this chapter it was about new lands, new territories, and new unsuspecting victims. However, maybe we should start at chapter one of my life, sort of catch you up on things a bit, no? Allow you to get a slight understanding on why the way I am. Or atleast give you a base so your imagination can roam freely on your own assumptions. See, I had a father that strictly meant business. No fun and games. And so many thought perhaps I was hit in the head one to many times, causing a few screws to slowly come unscrewed. As a pup I was a bit derranged. Playing with my food was a daily occurance. Re acting the demise in which it meant. This was all fun for me. These were my child hood games. And as I grew older I developed the taste for blood, like a pitbull that handed out its first death card. The insanity was easily visible in my empty orbs. Well that's enough of the explainations for now. We'll save more for a later time. Can't unravel everything in what shot, now can we? What fun would that be? So you can imagine the rest for now. Don't be shy. And this brings us to the present: Massive paws struck the solid earth beneath me, due to the weight in which i possessed it easily marked the soft soils with large indentations of my own paws. It was clearly visible I was not the size of your average 'canine'. Muscles rippled beneath my thick black pelt, although they were not clearly visible due to the thickness of my pelt. As I moved through the thick blades of tall grass that cursed the earth with it's presence, all I could do was grumble. The sun was glaring down upon my black emodiment and it was growing annoying. Due to the thickness of my own pelt I was easily overheated. However no matter how hot I seemed to get, I carried my own dial high as a sign of complete dominance. No matter who crossed my path I always wanted to make it clearly known that I will dominant anyone. No fear, was the moto i lived by. In the days bright sun it was clearly visible that scars adorned my entire living carcass. However I carried them as if they were multiple trophies. And in my eyes they were. However there was one that was more noticeable than all the rest and that was the one that went over my left eye, from top to bottom causing that eye to be consumed completely with blindless. The scar ranged all the way down towards my jaw line. However the pain that I once used to feel there, has vanished. And the blindless in that one eye has become a simple part of life to me now. Back to reality once more. I managed to find a spot in which seemed mildly comfortable. It was beneath a large willow and the weeping branches seemed to do a rather fine job blocking the angery rays coming from the hated heavens above. And so that was were I decided to call it a day. Allowing my large bodice to hit the ground with a thud. The night was when I chose to hunt, and travel. And so the night is all I waited upon. No words spoken, and no thoughts crossed my mind as I allowed my lids to close over once alert orbs.

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[♦€rida♦]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/5frq8n.jpg] It had been much too long since the demoness had managed to have her own time. Time to spend without the annoying high pitched squeals of her offspring piercing through her. It was rare for her to emerge from her own lands, stepping paw onto those that were free for all to roam. Her last encounter during such a trip was quite interesting to the doberman, perhaps it were time for yet another meeting? A small part of her hoped for such pleasantries once more, though she originally left the dens looking for the quiet she so desperately needed. Long, lean pillars gracefully swept through the tall grasses of the valley without much care for the silence most would try to move with. Natural elegance prevented the fae from making much more than the occasional brushing of foliage as her lean frame wrapped around. Cropped soldiers stood guard upon a finely crafted skull, casually swiveling as the most minute of sounds drew their attention. A surprise meeting would not occur today, and with the Elysians still fresh in her memory the bitch's guard would not be completely dropped today. Though, from her experience with the trio of trespassers she would not expect another visit any where near her borders for quite some time. Revenge wasn't the way of the pampered pet. Suddenly a musky, masculine scent danced it's way into willing nares halting the thought of that day's encounter. Almost at the same exact time a dainty paw felt an unusual unevenness upon the earth drawing honey optics south. The much larger print was examined briefly, the pads of her paw gently tracing the curvature of the imprint. This could be an interesting trip after all. The pleasant aroma and the prints both were obvious signs of a male much larger than the queen herself, and one most likely wild in heritage. It was not the male wolf she had once had the pleasure of toying with in this very field, but maybe this one could be at least as much fun. The relaxed position her neck held up until this point vanished, the muscles pulling the fae's tiara to it's tallest height. A disturbed smirk snaked it's way along the doberman's slender maw, dark gray tiers tightening over sharpened enamels. There in the distance his large dark frame finally came into view. A single tan hued brow quirked as she carefully looked over the large, scarred frame resting beneath the willow. The large gash over his left eye held her interest for much longer than any other part of his being. Erida's own oculars narrowed realizing that if it were only a few more inches to the right the burgundy scar adorning her left facial features could have had the same effect as the wolf's had on him. Blindness. Would her sensual glances have the same entrancing effect if that had been her fate? She stood quietly watching the brute from a short distance simply taking him in.