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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 23:32:27 GMT -5
Redsplash
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
The sun, though it was out and about, was hidden at the moment by the dull, gray clouds that lumbered through the dull blue sky. The air that rushed along the large rocks of the mountain smelled like rain, as though foreshadowing that the sky's waters would soon be drilling down, soaking the valley. It was a perfect day, despite the overcast, too commit such a fowl act in which was happening on the lower rocks of the mountain that over looked the valley of the clans.
Blood was splattered against the near white colored boulders as reddish-pink eyes glowered from underneath an overhanging rock, sheltering her alabaster body from the pale sun that barely filtered through the clouds. Such bloody pools of disturbing emotions watched with a tilt of her head, fluffy mane shifting and falling into place, as a light gray tomcat tried to pull himself to his paws, blood soaked in his fur, making him look darker than normal.
One hind leg was twisted at a terrible angle, obviously broken, and there was a long gash on his flank, enough to bleed but not enough to kill. The smell of blood kept the Rainclan demoness' eyes trained on this, Smoke, or so he called himself. Still warm blood from the rogue, lingered on her feathered mane, as she had yet to lick the salty, delicious liquid from her body.
She had decided to let him suffer for a moment as she waited for her companion, and the object of her emotions, to return from where-ever it was he disappeared too. The other pale coated demon, from Lightningclan rather than Rainclan, had told her to wait until he returned, and because she was so infatuated with him, or so she assumed those were what her emotions were, she dare not go against his wishes.
Her rough, pink tongue slithered out between her lips, brushing off a couple drips of Smoke's blood from her muzzle from where she ripped his flank open. Her demon like orbs fluttered with pleasure from the warm flavor that leaked down her throat, making her feel parched of thirst, though she wasn't.
After a moment, Whiteshade's scent brought her eyes from Smoke to where his wonderful smell filled the rocks around her. Stepping out, the large, long furred she-cat trotted forwards, her plume tail wavering behind her as her siren voice echoed over the boulders. "I've been waiting for you." She purred dangerously, liquid orbs brightening up as they settled on the tom's blood red eyes.
I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 18, 2015 0:05:09 GMT -5
A THOUSAND TIMES I'VE TEMPTED FATE Rarely did he venture into the mountains when the sun still dangled high in the sky. During the day, it was more likely that his absence would be noticed, especially since he had an apprentice of his own to train, uninspiring though she was. Juniperpaw had none of the potential that he had seen almost instantly in Nightstep, which left her just as dull as the rest of them, but it was not as though he could simply refuse to teach her; he did partially attempt to maintain a relatively normal appearance so as to not fall under any suspicious scrutiny that might draw attention to his unique habits. Nevertheless, he found himself padding quietly into the mountains outside LightningClan territory, alabaster pelt pale against the darker rock.
Some might claim that love had drawn him to the she-cat in spite of the risks that such an undertaking posed – at best, he was only meeting a she-cat from another clan – but he knew better than to delude himself into thinking he felt anything remotely close to love for Redsplash. She intrigued him. Far more brazen about the viper slithering beneath her skin than he ever was, she took risks – such as hunting during the day – that he never did, yet either she was never caught or RainClan simply did not care that they sheltered a monster dressed in a feline suit. Perhaps he was simply better at spotting his fellow predators; after all, he did know exactly what to look for.
"And I see that you have kept yourself entertained in the meantime. I trust you are well?" He murmured as he stepped up to her, crimson eyes traveling from her matching pair to the broken tom at their paws. If the unfortunate loner hoped to find an ally in Whiteshade, his faith was sorely misplaced. Completely unfazed, the senior warrior watched dispassionately as the blood-soaked tom struggled to his feet and attempted to lurch away on three legs, the fourth twisted at an unnatural angle. "Your meal appears to be escaping." Crimson flicked back to the she-cat for the briefest moment before the tom stepped to the side and strode easily over to their prey.
"Hello," He greeted the loner pleasantly, as though they were meeting under far lighter circumstances. The sheer terror in the tom’s eyes as he skittered away from the clan cat, losing his balance and falling again, was delicious. "I admire your tenacity, but your leg looks rather agonizing. If you so desire, I could ease your pain." A pause. "No? Well, if you change your mind, you need only ask, and I will deliver." Lowering his head, he leaned in closer to the tom and purred quietly, "What I offer is far better than what my companion will; you see, I do not play with my food."
His lips curled upward in a mockery of a smile as he straightened up, inclining his head ever so slightly to the loner, before turning away and returning to the she-cat. "A pleasure as always, my dear," Whiteshade continued lightly, as though the interlude with the dying tom had not happened. "I hope that I have not kept you waiting too long." Whiteshade | LightningClan | Senior Warrior | Up In The Air - 30 Seconds to Mars
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 21:00:51 GMT -5
Redsplash
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
In her eyes, this handsome albino tom could do no wrong, not to her anyways. She knew, or assumed she did, that such emotions and feelings were all from infatuation of finding a cat who not only looked like her, but was also just as demented and disturbing as she was. She finally felt like she wasn't alone anymore, that she could be herself around this devilish Lightningclanner that made her mind a muddle and her heart, or what was left of it, a mess.
The way Whiteshade called her 'my dear' may have just been an endearing term that he used when talking to anyone, but as her deep, pink orbs met with his red ones, he was only talking to her. His pet name was only for her, and she would kill another should he ever speak to a she-cat in such a way. In her mind, it was only her, though in reality, he probably didn't care the way she did. Her infatuation had taken over her and the last of her sanity slipped away like a fish in the river.
She, of course, would do anything for this tom near her, so near that she could smell the wind in his fur, the scent of rabbit as well. Though she wasn't one for normal prey, the scent made her mouth water. Instead, she let her siren remain in place, instead of this mooning she-cat that had wormed it's way into her body. It was like two she-cats were trying to battle for control under her alabaster pelt.
The siren, and the heart-racing she-cat. And even then, the monster still lingered, curling around her stomach and heart. They were all battling for attention under her sun-shy pelt, all battling to take control of the body that kept them confined.
And Whiteshade was the only one who understood all of it. The only one who lived it everyday as she did. He knew how to hide it so much better, but she doubted that his life was tortured like hers was. She doubted his father tried to destroy him, to murder him, to make him feel worthless, like her pathetic, dead father had done. He may of had it easier, but he still knew her pain of hiding the monster inside.
The siren let out a dark purr, as those bloody pools flickered from Smoke back to Whiteshade's face. "You could never keep me waiting, dear Whiteshade." The siren was good, always putting up a wall, a facade, using that mask to block out any emotions that were boiling underneath the surface.
The white she-cat's feathered tail flickered, brushing against the larger tom's shoulder, reveling in the comforting feeling of her fur touching his. She probably looked deadly, or crazy, giving those eyes a pretty bat of lashes, with her feathered fur well groomed, but having blood slowly dry on her neck and chest.
"Tell me," She let her low purr continue to rumble low in her throat. "What do you have planned for this..." Pink eyes turned to shadow over Smoke's whimpering form as he stared with wide, amber eyes at the two demons from separate clans. "Delicious meal?"
The last few syllables were spoken in a low, dangerous sound, a sound that meant the monster was trying to force the siren out of the way. To take over and annihilate this pathetic cat from life and to feast over his flesh.
An ear flickered as she turned her pale, bloody pools back to Whiteshade, feeling that worm in her heart tighten around the poor, beating organ, enjoying the fact that his attention was fully on her, she was in his eyes, so to speak.
I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night
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Post by Phoenix on Jan 27, 2015 16:40:30 GMT -5
A THOUSAND TIMES I'VE TEMPTED FATE "Nevertheless, " He murmured, voice trailing off into silence as he inclined his head slightly, a silent apology that was only skin deep. Her tail brushed across his shoulder, and he stepped up beside her, returning the affectionate gesture. A tongue flickered out as he lapped at her cheek, an impulsive action made before his mind could disprove. The taste of blood filled his mouth as he rested his head against hers, the image of love and affection. "I should hate to ruin the surprise," He purred smoothly. "But I assure you that it is nothing less than a show." Gently, slowly, he extracted himself from his place beside her and stepped away, moving to pin the loner with a paw. It was time to begin.
"The feline body is a curious instrument," He began easily as he traced a claw across the loner’s through, light enough to not break skin. "I have an acquaintance who is very familiar with its workings, inside and out. We have made some fascinating discoveries together, and thought I doubt that you are in any state to fully appreciate this knowledge, I would like to share some of them with you." Glee spiked through him as crimson eyes assessed the tom, debating where to start. "For example, did you know that if I slice here—" the flash of a practiced claw "—you and I would be able finish our conversation – and perhaps if you are strong, even start another – before you become truly incapacitated?"
He shifted his weight slightly, glancing down at the clean cut beneath his paw with an air of satisfaction. It had been far too long since he had indulged himself. "Inversely, if I were to cut here, you would leave us far sooner." A claw lightly traced the area, threatening but not breaking the skin. "But, and I think you will agree, that would be unfair; the fun is only just beginning, and it would be unfortunate if you were not here to partake in the games as well." His paw moved and the sky split with a scream as he carved a gash elsewhere. "Shh," He soothed, tone a mockery of that which one might find in the nursery. "Some lessons are hard to learn, but you’re doing very well." But his words seemed to have little effect, for the loner’s eyes rolled back and he fell into the merciful darkness.
Whiteshade rose dispassionately, slightly annoyed at having his fun cut short by unconsciousness, though the weak rise and fall of the loner’s chest told him that the games could continue soon enough. "A pause, then," He allowed as he straightened up, stilling as the monster’s glee subsided slightly. It was always mildly disappointing when the atmosphere was shattered by the shortcomings of one of the participants in the game, but it happened enough that he had learned to work around the inconvenience; indeed, he almost came to appreciate the short breaks, for they stretched out the fun a little more. An apologetic glance was cast in Redsplash’s direction, even as he extended an invitation toward her. "It would be inconsiderate of me to deny you your hunt--" A movement from the unconscious tom at his paws caught his attention, distracting him.
"Ah," He mused lightly, head turning as his crimson gaze deliberately found the loner sprawled before him. "But it appears as though our esteemed guest has returned to us." With a pleasant smile turning the corners of his lips upward, the devil of LightningClan tilted his head slightly as he studied the wounded feline before him as he might a bleeding rabbit. Unsheathed claws clicked on stone as he drew closer. "Welcome back," He spoke to the loner, pinning him easily with a single paw, as though this were nothing more than battle practice and blood did not stain his fur. "I hope your short rest was refreshing. Perhaps you have regained your strength?"
A slight pause as he waited for a reply that never came. Faint disappointment seemed to flicker across his features. "A pity, but it can be worked around, my resilient friend." Whiteshade turned back to Redsplash, beginning as he had before the loner’s return to consciousness had interrupted him. "As I was saying, I should hate to be the only one enjoying myself here. Perhaps you would like a turn? Your areas of expertise are slightly different than my own, after all." Whiteshade | LightningClan | Senior Warrior | Up In The Air - 30 Seconds to Mars
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 0:35:32 GMT -5
Redsplash
Eat Your Heart out
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
The white devil could barely hear herself think above the roaring of her heat that pounded so heavily within her chest. Breaking against the cage of bone that held it in place. While her emotions clouded reality around her with Whiteshade, she could not deny the real fact that his tongue had just swept across her cheek.
A splendid jester to her that meant far more that it would ever mean to the Lightningclanner who had acted. Yes, perhaps she fooled herself and entertained the fact that this heartless demon in front of her could ever love something like her. She had always had the idea of love and acceptance beaten out of her at a ferocious rate.
And yet, here she was, hoping that the word 'love' meant something, that this word and feeling were one and the same when she looked at Whiteshade and felt this red, hot flower burst inside her stomach and heart. Through her foggy emotions, all she could think was that this tom, this albino monster like her, showed her affection and compassion like nothing she had ever experienced before.
It must be love, right?
The effects of Whiteshade's tongue still lingered on her cheek and in her mind as he turned his attention back to Smoke. The amount of knowledge that this handsome devil knew of the feline body intrigued and piqued her dangerous curiosity, above her rather odd blood thirst of flesh. The scream of the loner sent a chill up her spine, a rather comforting sound that made the demon inside wrap tighter around her stomach, itching and begging to be released on this poor soul.
As the loner passed from consciousness, Whiteshade's gentleness was returned to her attention. Such thoughtfulness came from such a ruthless tomcat when it came to her. Something that was also foggy in her mind. To her, there was no doubt that his soft words and caring heart were just part of his ruse.
Something he used everyday to charm all the cats of his clan, all the cats around him so that he seemed absolutely normal. But to her, this broken souled and broken hearted she-cat, it was everything. Something that was new and strange, something wonderful and scary. Something that blew her mind and trapped her heart and she couldn't get away.
She opened her maw to respond to his statement, of course, when it came to Whiteshade, she could quell her demon, let him enjoy his fun while she waited. Her monster could always feast on the flesh of the dead once the Lightninclan Albino was done with his own round of torture and amusement.
"Oh please." Redsplash's siren purred, her off-red eyes bright and beautiful as she padded up next to Whiteshade, letting her pelt brush against his, feathered tail giving the slightest touch to Smoke's downed body. "I would like to see more of your work with the 'feline' body."
She turned her eyes to Whiteshade, those dangerous orbs hiding the monster, but letting the siren play. "Please, continue. It fascinates me."
I am most disturbed
I deserve to be interred
Don't you dare turn your back on me
I'll attack without a warning sign
Terror lurks in the night
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