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Post by » r e l i c on Jul 2, 2014 17:35:29 GMT
The day was mildly warm and humid, the air thick with moisture. The radiant Sun hung high in the sky, lighting the vast blue void. Below stood a thick furred dog sniffing the air as a mellow breeze blew by. A trail of pawprints in the sand clearly stated where she had been before; the femme took a winding path on the shore from a cabin in the nearby woods. With nothing on her agenda, the Icelandic Sheepdog stood silently facing the smooth water lapping at the shore. Cluttered around her cleared space were heaps of rocks and scattered wet leaves fallen from the looming trees only a short distance away. The she-dog stepped closer to the water, sand shifting under her paws. The lake's edge lapped at her cream colored toes. Seldom was she ever quiet. No, the golden furred lass was a chatty one, always talking and bouncing around. But the lake had a serene presence, one that could calm even this bundle of energy down. Deep amber pools reflected the water's image as she stared intently at it. It would seem like she could stay this way forever, but a snap of a twig dragged her back into reality. Ears pinpointed on the sound, the Icelandic Sheepdog turned her head to the source. The sound had originated inside the wooded area close by. A chill ran down the fae's spine as a low warning growl arose from her throat. Brows furrowed and her lips curled in a snarl, her face gave off a hostile demeanor, but it was only in her own defense. Over the past year on her own, the lass learned that if you appear fierce, most will leave you be. In case this time her tactic failed, the femme prepared for the worst. Most creatures she encountered were hostile, and if you were bigger and even more bad than the big bad wolf, you would live to see another day.
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Post by || Saphira || on Jul 3, 2014 12:14:36 GMT
 i'm the devil in disguise
Some days... all Phantasm wanted to do was to watch the world burn.
The massive brute ghosted silently through the dark copse, beneath the heavy pines that rustled almost menacingly, as though protesting his presence here, right at the heart of the human town. His burgundy eyes gleamed with a dark fever, as he snapped at air, a low growl building in his throat.
His paws were silent, the already quiet pawsteps muffled even more by the abundance of pine needles that lay strewn upon the grassy earth. He ignored the rustling in the bushes nearby, signifying the prey-animals that were plentiful here, without the presence of the hunters to thin the crop down.
His mouth watered. Sharp fangs flashed in the dim light as he swiped his tongue about his muzzle hungrily. He wasn't hungry for food, oh, no. He just wanted the taste of blood in his mouth, the tearing of flesh beneath his paws, the addictive stink of fear before the starlight left their eyes.
He wanted death.
Up above, a twig snapped. The demon froze, muscles coiling in instinctive preparation to either fight or flee. Eyes slitted, he waited with baited breath. The fur along his spine rose threateningly, as a soft, eager snarl left his throat. The sound never repeated itself - in fact, a rabbit hopped fearlessly across his path.
He felt his lip curling in disgust. Pah. Just a rabbit. Pity it wasn't a human cub lost in the woods. He could have had such fun with that. No human scent close by, he found out, as he lifted his head, keen sense always on the alert. But - his head turned, almost involuntarily.
A dog.
He prowled closer, pristine pelt haunting against the darkness of the woods behind him. Phantasm slunk to the very edge of the forest, a distance away from where the snap had been. She was still looking in the wrong direction. His lip curled.
This was what you got after living with humans for so long. All your sense dulled down to a pitiful amount - the same thing probably happened to her brain, too.
He stepped out of the comforting shadows, fur lifted in warning at the she-dog's continuous growling. He looked huge, imposing, as a wolf. Bare fangs gleamed at his jaws, as his narrowed ruby eyes stared her down, warning her not to make any sudden moves.
"Fluffy little thing, aren't you?" Phantasm drawled, as he sidled closer to the little pup, dipping his paws in the cool, lake water, as the breeze ruffled his thick fur. "What's a little thing like you doing out all on your lonesome? Aren't you two-legs afraid you'll get eaten by the big, bad wolves hiding in the woods?"
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Post by » r e l i c on Jul 4, 2014 0:31:20 GMT
Only a heartbeat passed, a single heartbeat, but staring into the uncomfortably dark woods felt like a millennia to Niccola. And right after that single heartbeat, a piercing foreign scent wafted past the fae. Her muscles tensed, body automatically stiffening as a horrid realization figuratively slapped her in the face. Amber eyes glistening in fear shifted to focus on a ghostly figure prowling towards her. Niccola inhaled a sharp breath involuntarily as the figure in the shadows was unveiled. A large frost furred lupe stalked towards her, as if she was prey, a mere morsel. Perhaps she was, or perhaps the large canid would choose to spare her. Her golden russet fur bristled as the Sheepdog mix took a few pawsteps back. Water washed over her paws, a reminder that Niccola had nowhere to run. But the femme braced herself, she would not let herself fall prey to this strangely alluring lupe. Eyes like blood pinned on her gave a fierce warning that she undoubtedly chose to follow. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her breaths became quick and shallow, but Niccola forced herself with all willpower to cool down. Her chest constricted tightly and with one deep breath, Niccola managed to calm down. Although she took control of her fear, the current and dangerous problem now was what caused it.
One more heartbeat... and then the wolf spoke. A snarky and condescending comment that caused Niccola to feel hot with anger. Calm down, calm down. If you snap and show your anger he'll bite your head off. The thought replayed in the fae's mind like a scratched record. In truth, it would be easier for the wolf to bite her head off if she was a purebred Icelandic Sheepdog. But fortunately for Nicci, her ancestry included a rather large portion of Shiloh Shepherd and Belgian Shepherd. The proud she-dog stood 25 inches at the shoulder, and wouldn't let any brute forget it, and this encounter surely would not be an exception.
Her sharp amber eyes gave off a cold glare, body tensed with muscles coiled, and tailed held high. "I'm not THAT little. And I'm not worried about being eaten. Good luck trying to make a meal out of me through all of this fur." The beginning of her retort started through gritted teeth as her bitterness showed, but Niccola spoke her last sentence with a fiery attitude and a smug smile, showing her own sharp fangs. She was hoping the wolf would respect her bravery and leave her be, but there was still a high chance he'd find her annoying and finish her now.
Amount: 440 words
Tags: || Saphira ||
Notes: Sorry it took so long. I was busy today.
Muse: Moderate.
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Post by || Saphira || on Jul 7, 2014 11:46:50 GMT
i'm the devil in disguise More than the kill itself, Phantasm enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. The sense of elation one got when in mid-air, during a successful pounce that you knew deep down in your bones was going to strike true. Or stalking your prey, slowly, painstakingly, but it was utterly worth it when you came face to face with them, and you saw utter shock in their eyes, the dawning horror, the realisation of their impending death.
He saw all that - and more - in the russet canine's eyes. It was... alluring, and Phantasm found himself instinctively drawing closer, fur stranding up straight along his spine. Vermilion eyes gleamed hungrily with every pawstep he took, head low and prowling, as though we were on a hunt.
Noiseless paws brought him in a semicircle around the young fae, backed against the vast expanse of the lake with nowhere to run. No chance of running anyway. Phantasm would simply hunt her, run her down like he did with any deer or elk. If they did not stand a chance, she had even less than that.
Phantasm watched in supreme delight, eyes brightening as he watched the all too visible expressions upon the dog's face. Annoyance bloomed at his deliberately taunting words, then the deep breaths, where they all fought to remain silent. Because all of them recognised a higher predator.
At least this one had some form of sense, Phantasm noted approvingly, never stopping his hungry pacing. The Alpha had been at a standstill for too long, focusing upon building up his pack, forming treaties and alliances with others, and enemies with yet more packs.
He could actually do with less enemies... But what was life without some form of danger?
A prime example was that Alphess she-wolf - Tribute, if Phantasm recalled correctly. Enemies from the start. She had sharp instincts, but even that wouldn't save her. His deathly tail lashed twice, before re-focusing his attention upon the dog.
She was trying to intimidate him. How plebeian.
"Oh? Are you offering?" he asked, voice lowering seductively, eyes flashing with crimson fire. He took a single, calculated step forward, flashing ivory fangs.
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