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 Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 10:08 pm
Cornice had to contain a laugh at the clumsy nudge that No-Mercy, no mercy, she still didn't know his name, pressed against her cheek. He obviously wasn't used to shows of physical affection. No matter. She was. She could make any kin believe she was in love with them. Love was a funny, stupid emotion. Only fools and the weak felt it and made kin soft. Cornice couldn't understand the allure, but she could fake it. Letting out a soft, lilting laugh, she stepped over the snake he left on the ground, Caution would take it if it was left alone too long, and brushed her cheek against his and moving forward to slip-slide against his side before coming around behind him, tail trailing against his side as she went.
You can go back now.
It took a second, but it quickly dawned on Cornice what he was referring too. The doe laughed again, but this time it was cold, nearly emotionless, but with a certain edge to it. She pulled away, tail perfectly still, none of the aggressive tail waving that other dominant kin displayed. It was a pointless waste of energy that conveyed a message that was perfectly easy to convey without it if you truly were a predator. Her eyes were flat and she tilted her head to the side, perfectly blank, no compassion, love, interest, anger, lust, savagery in her eyes, nothing, the eyes of one who doesn't feel or care and sometimes that was who Cornice was. And then sometimes kin were stupid and other times she had some other kin completely under her charm and she felt contempt and triumph, but she never felt the infatuation that had been so apparent in the buck's gaze when she had first approached with the snake. In the next second, Cornice's eyes sharpened, cold still, but with the spirit of a predator.
Cornice crowded into No-Mercy's personal space, careful of the snake on the ground, pressing nearly chest to chest with him. Her voice was still charming when she spoke, but with the underlying bite of the sharpest shard of ice, "No. Mercy."
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 5:37 pm
True love. It was debatable whether No Mercy could even feel such an emotion. He was, however, more than capable of both obsession and lust, and this was as close to ‘love’ as he was ever likely to get. His heart was certainly beating faster than normal, especially noticeable as she pressed in closer. The way she said his name made him shiver, but what he adored most was the cold look of a hunter. This was what he wanted. Her other camouflage was delightful in its own way, but he wanted what he thought to be the true her. Mercy wanted the coldest ice possible to burn his soul.
How best to convey his desires? Mercy was oh so inept in this area, caught between his natural sadism and the thought that one needed to be gentle when winning a female’s affection. So he when stepped forward into an awkward embrace, brushing his head against hers and bumping shoulders, he put a good deal more force into it than he had first intended. “Not-Snow.” The buck laughed. A part of him was still annoyed that she had worked out his name, but she would never know it, if he never told.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:04 pm
The hard-soft bump of head and shoulders in the not quite embrace made Cornice laugh again, sharp and cold. The buck didn't know what to do, that was sure. Cornice didn't mind though, no, she never minded being the one to know better, do better, be better. Pulling back quickly and striking out just as fast, Cornice slashed out with her horns to catch No-Mercy in the same spot on his shoulder as the boar who had won her Caution had managed to slash her. Taking that as a signal, Caution screeched and came arching up before landing on No-Mercy's back, talons and claws digging in to find purchase. Smiling cold and soft, Treacherous Snow reared up slightly on her hind legs to catch No-Mercy's horns with her own. She twisted his head down and held him there with her horns when she whispered, "Only hunters get what they want, and sometimes the hunt is long. It takes strength, patience, perseverance."
Wrenching her horns from the lock forcibly, Cornice danced away, a glint in her eyes. No-Mercy might think that he could have her, but she wouldn't let him, not unless he proved himself strong enough. She could sacrifice the mind and take the chance that her own cunning would pass on in exchange for the buck's brute force and utter ruthlessness. No-Mercy. They would show no mercy. As she leaped away, nimble and quick on silent hooves that deceived in their direction and weight, the first of many tests that would prove him to her, Cornice called out, flippant and haughty, challenging hunter to hunter, "Hunt me!"
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