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 Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 6:36 pm
((Oooh didn't think I'd fit everyone in the title did you...Booya!))
It had been late at night and the moon was still high up in the sky. It hadn't been that long since Twist and her daughter had left the alpha cave high up on the rock. And in her jaws slung over her back was a very drugged- VERY groggy Tempeste. She couldn't think of anything better to do with her daughter then pass her off to her friend Algoma. Though she did know treatment would be rough of her 'prisoner' so to speak. She trusted the lynx with her life and therefor wouldn't mind passing her another gift- at least until she could think of something better.
Twist faltered with another heavy step, finally dropped the body infront of Algoma's cave. 'You seriously have to lay off the sweets' She panted and called out to her daughter- who luckily couldn't hear a word she was saying- and even if she could. Who really cared? She was HER daughter and it was about time she started acting like HER daughter. Not some filth that came out of Alas's loins. She panted again. Then finally after catching her breath she did something else she knew was comming- vomited next to Tempeste's body. Damn Anatu's poison to hell- but it got it where she wanted to be. She again panted then recomposed herself.
"Algoma dear- where might you be. I brought you QUITE the new toy to play with."
She then found herself laying on the ground. Not really the place she planned. But it was better then vomiting out poison.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:08 pm
The red tribal marked lynx, the poison mistress Anatu was inside tending to the festering wounds of Flare, who would have thought she, a lynx feared for her methods and knowledge of the deadliest things and old ways would be assisting a wolf to keep him alive. The sagely lynx always had had more patience though then her granddaughter and the unartistic sadist that Algoma was.
The red eyes turned towards the entrance and there was a descent scent, the concoction she had made up a few months ago for Twist. She moved out of the cave to look.
Algoma jumped down before the opening to her small slave harboring den, and shot and icy glare at the larger and older lynx, who wreaked of her little maggot farm, to bad maggots helped heal wounds.
The ice chip eyes turned towards the ill wolf, "Oh, new toy you say?" The ivory and flower petal pelted lynx looked over the orange and stormy pelted wolf.
"New toy indeed, the Cur's treehugging taint is quiet the smell upon this one." The sadistic lynx turned her face to look back towards her ill looking companion. "If you didn't look like you were going to pass out from the old hag's present I would say go jump into the ocean to wash the pink filth's scent from you. But good to see you Twist, been a long time. You would be impressed with your brother's...condition."
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 7:27 pm
She stammered up onto her paws for a few seconds unsighty wavering infront of her. "I've brought you my daughter- She walked into my lands willingly. And from the way I see it- she'd not going to be walking out." She looked over at her daughter her eyes fading in and out. "You should probally break those- thinking about that anyways..." She then tilted to the left bearly keeping herself on her paws.
"Man that poison is really strong..." She couldn't seam to focus on either of the lynxes around her again. And once again like before took to vomiting infront of the pair. Then stammered about till she managed to trip over her own four paws and landed with a 'thud' on the ground. "Not part of the plan..." She panted out threw her half parted mouth.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:46 am
Anatu rolled her eyes and had slipped out to go to the ridge where she had gathered a lot of her mixing supplies. It was so interesting that the vegistation around this area held so many of the deadilest natural poisons and the plants that allowed to make mild to the weakest she had ever found. Even in her younger years.
The red and white lynx moved a few leaves, roots, and multicolored dried flower petals about in her little nook. This nook smelled of danger and well, in some unknown fool came wandering into it without a flicker of an idea of what this ingredients could do, it would lead to their untimely death.
Finding the antidote, or at least medicine to counter act the concoction, Anatu lifted it into her mouth gently and walked back to her granddaughter's torture cave, near the sea.
Algoma watched the great Twist sway, she would give her grandmother minuet credit, she could make a poison that could kill armies. But with the declaration and the affirmative words, a twisted smile came to play on the demented lynx's face.
The icy eyes looked over the pelt again and the size the young wolfess had filled out to be. "Want her cleansed of the filth that had stole her and brought back to reality of where her true home lies?" Algoma had been around the stormy wolf with white eyes for far to long, so the thought was just a kind, as kind of a gesture as the lynx gave, to an old ally and friend.
"Oh, don't worry, my toys don't leave, I'll be sure to break a few ribs, a couple legs, at least, and maybe her spirit." the eyes flickered back to the swaying alpha, "She does have your spirit doesn't she?"
Algoma tsked the alpha female and as she placed her claws upon Tempeste, accessing her.
Anatu came back and looked at the stormy alpha, her skills were so under thought of. "Don't underestimate a good gestation of a strong concoction. Not really a poison my sweet, if it was a poison, your daughter would be in another world already and you would have lost consciousness with the acorn." She informed the wolfess, setting the second acorn down before Twist's parted jaws.
"The counter active," she stated dully, and looked to her granddaughter, "Your new toy won't be up for a few hours, if not morning." And with that the tribal lynx turned and walked away.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:31 pm
The stormy wolfess started feeling better right away as soon as the red lynx was done with her. Not enough to fully get up but enough to stick her head up so it wasn't laying in her own filth. Blinking a few times she let a sly smile pass from ear to ear at Algoma. The cats words were like Christmas to her ears. "Oh yes- make sure the stench of that pink fluffball is off her entirely- no matter how you do it." She pushed herself off the ground even though she should have been resting. Twist by far was not weak- nor would she ever show such a thing. She concluded she'd die first.
Again she swayed on her paws. But this time she grasped the ground with her claws more firmly and it kept her from toppling over like a domino again. "I might stay here to watch you make her scream. It will make up for all those long months I've waited to excat my revenge on that horrible dog I trusted in my lands." She snarled at the thought. "I should have rid her while I smelled the good dripping off her filthy fluffball body." She stuck out her tounge like she had a bad taste on it.
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