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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:15 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:22 am
 She knew she shouldn't have left her cave. Cerberus would be out of his wits if the guardian knew the kitsune walker had left her nest. But the mighty beast was out hunting, and Kumiho was going a bit stir-crazy. Despite the reputation carried by her race, she was never fond of the dark, dank recesses of caves and crevices. She preferred something with more comfort and color: more luxury. But luxury usually meant visibility and that alone was a luxury rarely afforded to her. Survival was perhaps the only thing more important than comfort.
She usually would enjoy slinking through the dew-soaked grasses in her little fox-form. The quick, agile form that allowed her speed and stealth. But in her pregnant state, she felt as awkward and exposed as she appeared. Her goal was to get to the stream, enjoy the feel of the morning sun on her pelt, and then make it back to the gave before Cerberus had finished his hunt. But her ears swiveled forward and her lip curled as she got scent of something disconcerting: something rancid that smelled of death.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:50 am
Sirius appeared from the shadows of a tall tree. He was always easier to smell than to see with his dingy, rotting pelt. Flies and gnats buzzed around his face as he stepped out of the shadows with heavy hooffalls. His lip was curled in a cruel smile as she licked his chops in a lupine way. Unlike Kumiho, who kept herself pristine while not in the actual act of killing, Sirius had a thick custing of dried blood and refuse over his coat. His pelt was matted and tattered, fused to his body in a scab-like, sticky adhesive.
He stepped clear into her path, blocking the way. He lets his eyes roam over her. He wasn't expecting to come across another skinwalker, though he didn't let any surprise play across his features.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:58 am
Kumiho recoiled: not out of fear but out of pure disgust. "You'll remove yourself from my path if you knew what was best for you," she warned. Had this been any other Soquili, she may have attacked without provocation, but was in no mood to play with her food. And she was in a delicate situation... well, at least as delicate as a skinwalker gets. She sneered at him and beared her teeth, all seven of her tails puffing up and standing up behind her, giving her the illusion of great size. She dug her claws in the ground as well - a weapon only afforded to purewalkers such as herself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:10 am
Sirius's eyes landed on the big belly of the pregnant mare. He was unsure how to react to this: on one hand defeating a purewalker would be quite a significant feat: and she was in a weakened state. However, pregnant mares were unpredictable and short-tempered: even non-walker ones. "You're free to go around," he growled, a slimy smile on his face. He was testing her: if she moved on he could write her off as cowardly. If she chose to fight him, he'd be ready.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:21 am
The kitsune narrowed her eyes at the repulsive stallion. She didn't feel comfortable turning her back on this beast. Though she would never admit it, she knew brute strength was not her strongest skill: this is why she employed Cerberus to be her escort. But he wasn't here now, and she certainly was not going to cry out for help. She tossed her mane and sneered, not liking the way he was eyeing her. She slowly lowered her tails and took a few tentative steps - making a wide girth around him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:32 am
Sirius's smile was maddeningly smug. In his mind, this was as much of a victory as any physical confrontation. A purewalker... so intimidated by him that she was bending to his will. Too bad she was already carrying another stallion's foals... she would have made a great host to his own progeny. He kept her eye-contact as she passed: making sure the mare could see the satisfaction in his gaze.
Such interesting creatures roamed these lands, he thought to himself as he moved on, holding his greasy head high. Perhaps he should have to find her again one day.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:34 am
Kumiho visibly bristled at the look he gave her. But she helpd his gaze for a much different reason; she was ingraining his image in her mind. See, unlike her lowly cursed counterparts, Kumiho knew the advantages of delayed gratification. She would let him go on thinking he was 'won' for now - as he would certainly suffer for it later.
One day.
When he least expected it.
The thought of this, made Kumiho smile once he broke his gaze from her and moved on.
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