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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:25 pm
Wyrsa was actually beginning to enjoy this second encounter of the night. Somnium was so very unfinished in many ways when compared to his father. That, and even as a Skinwalker she wasn't interested in incest or cradle-robbing. Being cursed hadn't changed that about her. Hm. A matter to muse upon at some point in the future.
At the moment the mare was more interested in licking up some of the blood trickling down Tloc's neck when he began speaking again. As he went on, she stopped licking and froze. And the more he said the more her lip curled into a savage snarl. A rabid dog was she? Very well then.
After Tloc finished venting Wyrsa's snarl slipped into the audible range as the rage filled her. And for once, she let it happen. This was not something the cursed Skinwalker normally did, as it meant giving over most of her judgement to the beast lurking behind her eyes. Tonight, however, she was so enraged at Tloc that she simply allowed it to happen.
The mare pulled away from the Kalona's side, then moments later she charged into that same side, fully intending to do some serious damage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:36 pm
Tlocatl was foolish, reckless, but he was not entirely lacking a brain - well, even that could be debatable.
Once the words were out, he couldn't stop - nor did he really want to take them back. He knew what followed that snarl.... she was toying with him, but now, it seemed she was serious.
As Wyrsa pulled away, so he too backed up, and dug his now much stronger legs into the sand. Bracing himself, Tlocatl tightened his wings to his side. His own lips curled back in to a snarl and his ears flattened to his head. This time, he would not run, he would stand and at least try and fight - maybe then, she would leave at least his sons alone. To go down like a sacrificial lamb had never before occured to him, but now that the time was before him, Tlocatl was scared to the very core but would rather that fear be his and not that of his sons.
She had not said anything, but in case they were his last words, he wanted to get in at least one more thing: "They are my sons, not your's. MINE."
Tlocatl wouldn't have been able to get much else in anyways. By the time he finished, she was upon him. The stallion started to rear, to avoid those flashing teeth. She didn't have the claws at that moment, so risked that soft underside.
Wyrsa collided with his shoulder. With a sickening crack, Tlocatl gasped as he felt a bone break, and then unbalanced. The stallion fell on his other side, just managing to roll and avoid falling on his wing. If things weren't bad enough, she fell with him. Together, they hit the ground, and his vision blackened for a moment as her weight was put on that broken bone.
When his vision cleared, he struggled. One leg was all but useless, but there were 5 other limbs that could be used to dislodge the mare and get back to his feet - and maybe even in to the air. He growled and thrashed, and flames weakly sprang up to discourage the skinwalker off.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:10 pm
A frontal charge, Wyrsa decided the moment after contact, was not nearly as satisfying as biting and clawing and otherwise drawing blood. The sound and feel of at least one bone breaking was appreciated though.
The Skinwalker shook her head, dazed, as she realized that they had hit the ground, with herself on top of Tloc. She was still pissed at the stallion, but somehow the shock of hitting the ground, even with the Kalona as a large, muscular cushion, had shaken her out of her totally enraged state of mind.
As he flailed to get her off, Wyrsa snorted in disdain and pushed to her feet, doing her best to place her hooves where they would cause more pain. Once on her feet, and once on the sand again, out of the way of Tloc's remaining mobile limbs, she surveyed her handiwork.
"You're pathetic, you know," she told him fairly calmly, considering she'd been in a full killing rage mere minutes before. Her voice was strained a bit, as well as somewhat hoarse, and the anger was barely contained beneath the surface.
"You may talk big, but in the end you're still mine," the mare growled. "And your boys, as you call them, are thus mine as well. Regardless of the fact that I brought them into this world."
Stalking around to the Kalona's head, Wyrsa leaned down and whispered in his ear. "And you had damned well better remember that as I brought them into this world I can take them - and you - out of it." After pausing a few moments to be sure the threat had sunk in, the mare raised her head once more, backed up a step or two, and aimed a kick at the fallen stallion's head. Not hard enough to kill, but enough to knock him out, and keep him out while she dealt with Ruadh...and possibly the voices as well.
Of course, it mattered not to Wyrsa whether he ended up with a concussion, as long as it kept him down and out of the way. She had priorities tonight, and Tloc, while high on the list, was not who she was looking for the most.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:25 pm
Tlocatl struggled to his feet the moment she was off, but after one attempt he realized the futality of such an endeavor. His broken leg simply was unresponsive and he collapsed down again. Maybe if he were able to slowly get to his feet he could have balanced, but there simply wasn't the time.
As she bantered around that he was pathetic, the stallion seethed, breathing hard from all the work already put in to the night. Tlocatl was tired and stared at her with a rage-filled hate.
He only got in one word before she kicked him and unconsciousness devoured his mind, and it was filled with defiance, determination, anger, and even desperation - "NO!"
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Of course, Wolfbane had no idea what was going on at the teepee. He was having simply too much fun with his jack-rabbit victim. The creature was holding on, and no matter how much its mind wanted to let go and die, the body was determined to live and survive its torture. It would, of course, live - either it would die in continued pain or he would eventually give it the wish of death when he bored of the rabbit.
He had moved now, though. The kalona stallion was lying in the sand, cradling the jackrabbit inbetween his knees. He soaked up the pain, suffering, and blood, as that thing Sanika called a sponge soaked up water. Wolfbane was enjoying himself this night.
Whenever the jackrabbit thought it could rest or fall into unconsciousness, the kalona would take another bite and bring it back to full awareness. Its struggles, pleas, and pathetic sounds were as pleasurable as his first kill. Oh, he would never grow tired of this!
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:33 pm
Wyrsa snorted at Tloc's pointless protest even as she turned away from his fallen body...interestingly he was still not too far from his son. The irony made a cold smile come to the Skinwalker's fate.
However she was still seething inside, and though she could probably take some of that out on the Kalona's still body, Wyrsa knew that if she started that now, she might not be able to stop before killing him, and she did so want him alive for further torture.
The mare strode away by a few horselengths, so that the odor of blood and fear sweat was no longer as intense and overwhelming. That helped her to regain more control over herself. But she still wanted to hurt something.
Moving slowly and silently, the Skinwalker began looking for three additional Soquili that had to still be in the area somewhere, employing both ears and eyes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:47 pm
Wolfbane's ears twitched as a silent word told him that it was time to start making his way back to the teepee. He had just enough time to get back and find a place to dwell up for the day to rest off his filling stomach and dream of more jackrabbits as deliciously pleasing as this one.
Letting the jackrabbit fall and and mew in the sand, the stallion got to his feet and shook the pebbles from his coat. Looking down, he sniffed pleasantly at his victim. It was time for a flight. Wolfbane opened his mouth and took the jackrabbit between his teeth.
The rabbit closed its eyes, thankful for the blissful end.... but it was not dead. Before it knew it, the wind was whipping around its ears - they were flying.
Wolfbane almsot laughed at the dying hope the jackrabbit contained when he took it in its mouth. It thought that its suffering was over, but how wrong it was. He flew swiftly and as smoothly he could towards the teepee - as if the jackrabbit he held was actually a precious treasure he hoped to disrupt as little as possible. And it was.... a precious treasure - ongoing torture.
He flew low to avoid the turbulence higher up. And as he flew, he could see... a figure. He climbed, just in case, until he saw that the figure was Bramble, and his white coat was barely noticeable under the sweat and dirty sand. It was a bit strange, but he had other things to do. As the distance between him and Bramble expanded, the kalona felt a change.
Abruptly, he dove, and landed silently in the sand. Wolfbane dropped the jackrabbit to the ground with a grunt of disdain. His head followed down and the bloodied muzzle nudged the equally bloodied body. There was no movement, his victim had died.
As Wolfbane took a bite, to finish his meal, there was just not the satisfaction in it anymore. The jackrabbit had made it through hours of torture, only to die on a nice restful flight. How discouraging. The still-warm meat just didn't taste the same.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 6:30 pm
It took little effort for Wyrsa to see the markings of what had been a long or animated conversation by the lone, stunted tree near the teepee. There was also a bit of fear scent, allowing the Skinwalker to surmise that while Tloc had scented her and come to investigate, these pathetic voices had scented her and fled.
Even going quietly and slowly, it didn't take the mare long to determine that the only Soquili in the area, other than herself were the unconscious Tlocatl and Somnium. This was mildly frustrating.
Add that to the anger she still felt at Tloc, and it was almost enough to make her give in to the beast within once more.
However, her other son had to return soon. The sky hadn't begun to lighten in the predawn, but she knew it wasn't far off. Giving the effect of the desert son, she knew the boy must prefer to hide away from the intense heat, so he would have to find a place to hole up for the day soon. And if he felt any ties of kin, that would have to be somewhere near the teepee. So, she would continue to wait, for now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 6:44 pm
Wolfbane finished off the meal. While it wasn't as sweet as it was before, at least he had the memories of the torture. He didn't enjoy the kill itself all that much - the taste of blood in that last fleeting moment. He very much liked his victims alive, and upon their death they were just.... a corpse. With a final sigh, his meal was done, and it was time to return to the teepee.... maybe he should bring his suffering brother some food.... hmmm..... maybe.
The kalona didn't take too long to decided - he would return to the teepee and if he found himself a new victim to play with until then, well - all the better!
It seemed the gods smiled upon him today. Wolfbane was just about to the teepee when a jackrabbit jumped behind a shrub to hide. They seemed the meal of success today. The stallion made the chase quick this time, and as he scooped the creature up he severed the tendons for the back legs. His new victim would suffer, and not be able to get away - the only release was death and if he was lucky, death would not come for a looooong time.
Ruadh Wolfbane lifted the whimpering rabbit and finished the trek. He walked up the dune to the teepee, thinking of how to deal out his torture. His vision had gone to a tunnel-vision and only what was before him was seen.
It wasn't until he was almost to the teepee that a scream from the rabbit in his mouth broke him out of his thoughts. Wolfbane growled and dropped the rabbit unceremoniously to the ground in retribution for it disturbing him. But instead of trying to crawl away with its still-functional front legs, it crawled towards him to cower behind his leg.
Curious, the kalona craned his neck down to stare at the creature - was it daft? Was this creature so stupid it would choose towards its capture as opossed to away? But the rabbit had no answers. Wolfbane snapped his teeth on its ear...only to be disappointed with a slight whimper and a shivering that was from fear and not pain.
But then, he caught a scent. Wolfbane lifted his head again, only to find himself looking at yellow eyes in a dark face. Scales shimmered in the moonlight, and there was something familiar about this creature. Perhaps too drunk on the pleasures of the night, the kalona faced the pelted mare before him in curiousity and questioning.... why was this creature more fearsome than he, or at least as far as the victim jackrabbit thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:33 pm
It was easy to pick out the fearsome winged figure at a distance due to the great expanse of paleness that was much of his hide. It was also simple to identify the strange stallion as her other son, Ruadh Wolfbane. The mare waiting near the teepee, though some lengths away from Tlocatl and Somnium's unconscious forms, wondered why the young stallion walked back, rather than flying. She couldn't see any damage to his wings from here, but of course she had no way of knowing if he had suffered any recent injuries, especially with the wind against her.
It was interesting to see that he brought his meal in alive, but as he dropped the rabbit, which took the opportunity to put the Kalona between itself and the fearsome Skinwalker, she saw how it had been crippled, presumably to keep it from escaping. The mare's esteem for her son rose with that. That showed a healthy respect for the pain a creature could only endure while still alive.
Like Somnium, Ruadh took after his father's build and looked to be a handsome stallion as well. Probably more handsome to most mares, Wyrsa supposed, as it occurred to her that most mares probably couldn't see the attraction in the pain a recuperating creature felt as it attempted to regain its former health.
However, the mare was interested to note that from the knee down, the young Kalona appeared to have inherited her scaly hide. That could be useful indeed for him...if anyone tried to trip him. A mental snort accompanied the thought. So far, he came out even in her books.
The Skinwalker began silently pacing around her son, examining him from all sides, the jackrabbit cowering at his feet beneath her notice for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:42 pm
Well, Ruadh wasn't exactly one for words, and this encounter was really no exception. The only sounds in the area were footsteps, breathing, and the pitiful keening of the terrified jackrabbot at his feet.
He showed no fear, for while would he be afraid? This mare before him, while sporting a strange pelt over her body, hadn't made any moves to harm him. Granted, the kalona recognized the appraising look she gave him - for it was one he was sure some of his victims knew; that look that measured the worth, tried to decide how long the torture would last, and how much time would be invested in this situation.
If he could preen effectively, he probably would, if only to show this mare who seemed to demand fear that he was not afraid of her. His instincts told him he should, but his personal training drove the instincts down.
The stallion seemed to raise an eyebrow and smirk at this interloper to ask what her purpose was here. Only when got a good whiff of her scent did he go back to just pure curiosity. He recognized it, for Somnium had come back with it. And thinking of Somnium, Wolfbane looked to the teepee with an inquiring frown - shouldn't his brother be here? He always stuck around the area since his... accident.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:05 pm
A sadistic smile twisted the Skinwalker's lips as she noted how like herself this young stallion was in his steadfast silence. She could certainly respect that and, she had a feeling, this might be a time when it was best to hold her silence until he broke it. That smirk, this silence, yes, she would lose status in his eyes, regardless of her position as a Skinwalker, if she spoke first.
However, with her anger at Tloc's words still burning, albeit less intensely than earlier - time had had some effect on her - it would be difficult to hold her silence. But she would not in any way diminish her superior position over the young stallion, even if he didn't yet realize the difference.
Using her full speed Wyrsa snuck in and took a bite out of her son's neck, frighteningly close to his jugular, though not actually touching it. Then, retreating back until she was a half-length in front of him, the mare chewed her small mouthful of flesh, considering its flavor and texture as her yellow eyes regarded the young Kalona with the tiniest bit of disdain.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 8:20 pm
Wolfbane simply watched her. He shifted his weight in the silence - it wasn't common that someone was as wordless as himself, but it also made situations awkward when no one spoke. Granted, the kalona was a strong believe that actions were louder and words, and her actions screamed.
He didn't flinch, didn't spook, didn't even blink when the pelted mare dove forward and ripped a chunk out his neck. The bite stung, but the desert air was more spiteful. As his blood ran down his neck, chest, leg, with each heartbeat, Wolfbane couldn't help but revel in the pain. He loved pain, enjoyed suffering.... and it appeared, even if it was his own (at least in certain amounts). Wolfbane smiled at the mare as she chewed on his flesh, his own bloodied fangs -though not as sharp as hers- glinting slightly in the light.
The rabbit seemed to figure out it was not the object of the Skinwalker's attention, and took the opportunity to attempt escape.
Wolfbane saw the movement, and tore his gaze from the captivating mare. His neck muscles stretched and curled smartly as he turned to note the retreating rabbit and he 'humphed' at the site. The victim hadn't gotten far. For the moment, the world was only him and the rabbit, and Wolfbane flipped the creature to its belly. Its eyes glinted pleadingly up at the stallion, already begging for a quick death. But.... the kalona did not have that in mind. As he bent once more, Wolfbane's blood ran down his neck to his face, ran into his eyes - turning sight to a hazy red - and mixed with the rabbits blood as he did his work.
The stallion's teeth tore at important parts - more tendons were severed to prevent escape, and he also ripped out the voice box. The rabbit's scream came out in a hoarseless breath. The wounds, while painful, were not fatal. The rabbit would live for awhile longer if nothing else were done. Wolfbane snatched the limp body and tossed it towards the teepee. More bones broke, and his ears perked to the lovely, silent sound of the rabbit's suffering.... but he would have to return his attention to the mare.... and his removed part of his own flesh.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:42 pm
The Skinwalker watched in silence as the young stallion, who hadn't even flinched once when she attacked, dealt with the rabbit's escape attempt. But, unlike any other Soquili, he made the surprising choice to leave the unfortunate creature alive, though unable to escape or scream. Wyrsa disapproved of the latter action - she felt it added so much more character to a kill when the prey was able to scream until the very end. That way, one could use the screams to judge how much further the prey could be pushed without killing it.
She watched in patient silence as Ruadh Wolfbane returned his attention to her. After another quiet minute broken only by the sounds of the rabbit scrabbling in the sand, she made another move. Again Wyrsa used her speed to strike, though this time she targeted her son's joints, taking small chunks from just below the joins of his shoulders, wings and hips, as well as a larger bite from the base of his neck, where it flowed into his back.
This had the potential to be very interesting, the mare mused as she regained her former position, chewing on the meat in her mouth. She'd never gone the route of removing mouthfuls of her prey until it ceased to resist before, but the idea was quite intriguing. Perhaps she would continue until the young stallion either yielded, or spoke.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:06 am
He watched, he waited. The rabbit wasn't going anywhere, and he could return to his own administrations when this intriguing mare left - if she left. Ruadh pondered that possibility, that she may never leave and may instead choose to stay around the teepee - much like the new arrival Fennel who he heard about before leaving for his hunt.
A blink later, and now he had more holes where his flesh had once been. Wolfbane quirked an eyebrow as his own delicious nerves spoke of pain in the areas she had bitten. As his blood dripped down and blended with the sand, he could only smile sweetly as his eyes spoke of the pleasure such actions brought on.
But it would do no good if he was maimed, and the thought crossed through his mind for just a second when he also realized... Wolfbane really only needed his sharp teeth for his torturing. And since he now realized how his own pain jumped and played... why, he might have to add his own injuries to others, see how that felt - better, worse, the same.
Ruadh Wolfbane flexed his wings while watching the creature chew on more of him. One wing shot pain through his spine, and the kalona spread his different wing as far as it could go, twisting his head around to look at the damage. Blood flow increased, and he knew that flight may be a bit more painful for awhile, though he would still be able to fly. That was good.
Turning back, the stallion looked at the mare and sighed deeply. Curling his wing back to his side, Wolfbane spoke in an exasperated tone. "Will we continue this all night? Or is there a purpose?" His voice was low and deep - one would never know that he spoke little and rarely.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:01 am
A very interesting young stallion indeed, the Skinwalker thought as she noted how he seemed to enjoy, even revel, in the pain she brought him. That was something she'd rarely seen.
But it was a treat to watch him flex his wings as he determined how much damage she'd done. It seemed she hadn't done quite enough to ground him...but she wasn't so annoyed as to do that yet.
A glint of satisfaction touched her yellow eyes as she heard his voice for the first time. Low and deep...with very little effort he could use that voice to freeze victims in their tracks, she was sure.
As she began considering responses, the mare resumed her measured pacing around the young Kalona. "Certainly there is little enough night left," the older Soquili commented fairly pleasantly and calmly, the effect of her tone ruined by the bloodlust and savagery that harshened her words. "But I will say I am impressed; you are quite the fascinating creature."
She felt no hurry to tell the young man their relationship. If he was anywhere as intelligent as Somnium, who could still use a boost in that area, Ruadh would figure it out for himself. And if he couldn't, well, there was one area where he would be losing regard in her eyes.
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