fairy fane
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- Posted: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 02:18:48 +0000
Hi there, I'm a role player, and I try my best to be literate. I have a thing stuck in my head that I am horrible at it. I would appreciate if you could read my longest post that I know of. It's a bit...bloody, so yeah. Uhm, also I know I used the term "fae" in the post and I know it is not a real word, but it's commonly used in wolf role plays for the meaning of female. Also, if you do critize it please don't just use like, one word or just a sentence, ex: 'It's okay.'
Melita had slept under the stars that night. She had found a nice comfy spot in between two pine trees and it had a rather pleasant view of the stars. Stargazing wasn't one of her favorite pass times but sometimes their twinkling soothed her into sleeping. At one time or another the moon had been right their hovering over her 'spot'. The white healer yawned and opened one eye. The sun was just rising. Her other eyelid slid open and she rolled over on to her back. Her legs were in the air and her paws dangled down. She decided only puppies took this position so rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto all four legs. The sun had yet to set her orange eyes into a fiery red. Just as she took a step forward a howl was sounded. It may have been beautiful to others but to Melita a screech would have sounded better. The fae knew who it was and she wasn't very happy with him. At least Axel, was a bit careless and acted like a puppy. He would be easier to kill then her other brother, Ares. The healer could put up a fight and was rather good at it but she became a healer for one reason. Poison. She learned not only of the healing herbs but of the dangerous ones. If one of her brothers had ever fallen ill and chose her out of all the healers it would be her chance to slip a few poisonous plants down their throats. The two would never know it and would die for unknown reasons. Melita giggled maliciously. Life to her was much more fun when you were evil. A the smell of fire drifted towards her nose and her mind flashed back to her parents. She could have saved them. But the fae was to angry to do so. She held grudges for a long time. Her stomach rumbled and she sighed. A quick trip for a drink would fill her stomach up a little. Perhaps she would find a snack or two on the way.
Within several minutes Melita had found herself at the edge of the trees. The spot she was planning from drinking from was rather open. She took a cautious step and looked about. No dangers. But now a days, you couldn't trust anything, including your senses. She briskly walked down to the lake until her paws were in the water. She lowered her body and lapped a few tongue fulls up. The alpha's only daughter should have gone to her new alpha the moment he howled but she had no respect for the brute or his 'mate'. Her ear flicked as she heard a twig snap. Her head turned in that direction slowly and her eyes laid upon a hunter 'two-legged'. She smelt the air and smelled something unusual but something she could identify. The smell was similar to rotten fruit but it had something else in it that she couldn't recognize. The hunter had probably drank wine. She took a step back and the 'two-legged' couldn't keep his gun aimed directly at her. The healer growled but knew he was to far away to take on by herself. If she ran a bullet would hit her no matter which way she fled. The man shot and the sound made the fae fall to her side. He had missed by inches but many painful memories flooded her mind. The drunken man stumbled forward stupidly thinking she was dead. The healer's eyes clouded over as the man stood a few feet away. She missed her love and the man had brought the memories back. Melita snarled and the man looked confused. She jumped up and tackled the 'two-legged'. He had mistakenly left his gun where he thought he had killed her. Melita was no small fae and she easily toppled the man over. "Wrong wolf to mess with, buddy!" She snarled placing her paw on his throat. She pressed down hard closing the wind pipe.
Melita had taken her time torturing the man before killing him. Her muzzle and paws were glistening red with the blood of the human. She still stood over the body before letting out a glorious howl. In this time were prey turned upon predator anything was food, including humans. She had ate a few organs while the man was still alive but she would leave the rest to rot, or for another soul to eat it. It was time the sun was just right. She raised her head and her eyes started to glow. She loved when others were around and were frightened by the bloody colored red. The fae was proud of her kill and refused to clean the blood of her body.
Melita had trotted to the main den area her head held high. Everyone had seem to be gone she snorted. "Probably out hunting." She snarled a bit disappointed that no one could see her bloody body. She trotted to the healers den to find that all the herbs had been replenished. She sighed and sat down. She had a few scratches from the man but nothing she would waste herbs on. She sat down and eased herself into a lying position right outside the den. Her tail curled around to her side and she laid her head on her paws. "Not much to do when everyone is asleep and those who are awake are gone." She scoffed her eyes still the red color that she loved. She liked time alone but it got boring every once in a while. She licked her maw that was still matted with blood. The birds would have most likely pecked most of the meat out of the human carcass by now.
Melita had slept under the stars that night. She had found a nice comfy spot in between two pine trees and it had a rather pleasant view of the stars. Stargazing wasn't one of her favorite pass times but sometimes their twinkling soothed her into sleeping. At one time or another the moon had been right their hovering over her 'spot'. The white healer yawned and opened one eye. The sun was just rising. Her other eyelid slid open and she rolled over on to her back. Her legs were in the air and her paws dangled down. She decided only puppies took this position so rolled onto her stomach and pushed herself up onto all four legs. The sun had yet to set her orange eyes into a fiery red. Just as she took a step forward a howl was sounded. It may have been beautiful to others but to Melita a screech would have sounded better. The fae knew who it was and she wasn't very happy with him. At least Axel, was a bit careless and acted like a puppy. He would be easier to kill then her other brother, Ares. The healer could put up a fight and was rather good at it but she became a healer for one reason. Poison. She learned not only of the healing herbs but of the dangerous ones. If one of her brothers had ever fallen ill and chose her out of all the healers it would be her chance to slip a few poisonous plants down their throats. The two would never know it and would die for unknown reasons. Melita giggled maliciously. Life to her was much more fun when you were evil. A the smell of fire drifted towards her nose and her mind flashed back to her parents. She could have saved them. But the fae was to angry to do so. She held grudges for a long time. Her stomach rumbled and she sighed. A quick trip for a drink would fill her stomach up a little. Perhaps she would find a snack or two on the way.
Within several minutes Melita had found herself at the edge of the trees. The spot she was planning from drinking from was rather open. She took a cautious step and looked about. No dangers. But now a days, you couldn't trust anything, including your senses. She briskly walked down to the lake until her paws were in the water. She lowered her body and lapped a few tongue fulls up. The alpha's only daughter should have gone to her new alpha the moment he howled but she had no respect for the brute or his 'mate'. Her ear flicked as she heard a twig snap. Her head turned in that direction slowly and her eyes laid upon a hunter 'two-legged'. She smelt the air and smelled something unusual but something she could identify. The smell was similar to rotten fruit but it had something else in it that she couldn't recognize. The hunter had probably drank wine. She took a step back and the 'two-legged' couldn't keep his gun aimed directly at her. The healer growled but knew he was to far away to take on by herself. If she ran a bullet would hit her no matter which way she fled. The man shot and the sound made the fae fall to her side. He had missed by inches but many painful memories flooded her mind. The drunken man stumbled forward stupidly thinking she was dead. The healer's eyes clouded over as the man stood a few feet away. She missed her love and the man had brought the memories back. Melita snarled and the man looked confused. She jumped up and tackled the 'two-legged'. He had mistakenly left his gun where he thought he had killed her. Melita was no small fae and she easily toppled the man over. "Wrong wolf to mess with, buddy!" She snarled placing her paw on his throat. She pressed down hard closing the wind pipe.
Melita had taken her time torturing the man before killing him. Her muzzle and paws were glistening red with the blood of the human. She still stood over the body before letting out a glorious howl. In this time were prey turned upon predator anything was food, including humans. She had ate a few organs while the man was still alive but she would leave the rest to rot, or for another soul to eat it. It was time the sun was just right. She raised her head and her eyes started to glow. She loved when others were around and were frightened by the bloody colored red. The fae was proud of her kill and refused to clean the blood of her body.
Melita had trotted to the main den area her head held high. Everyone had seem to be gone she snorted. "Probably out hunting." She snarled a bit disappointed that no one could see her bloody body. She trotted to the healers den to find that all the herbs had been replenished. She sighed and sat down. She had a few scratches from the man but nothing she would waste herbs on. She sat down and eased herself into a lying position right outside the den. Her tail curled around to her side and she laid her head on her paws. "Not much to do when everyone is asleep and those who are awake are gone." She scoffed her eyes still the red color that she loved. She liked time alone but it got boring every once in a while. She licked her maw that was still matted with blood. The birds would have most likely pecked most of the meat out of the human carcass by now.