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 Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:08 pm
Ruriska Lol I think she doesn't realize quite how crazy he is, but there's also a colder more savage side to her that may be able to stomach at least some of it... or at least find his effort entertaining xD "Until then?" She frowned, shaking her head, but the expression was still playful. "You don't get unlimited time, mister," that would be far too easy. She paused for a moment, thoughtful, then declared: "Three days." If he didn't succeed by then, she'd most definitely be bored of him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:20 pm
“Three days.” He assured her with a nod. That would be more than enough time. The buck was grinning, clearly pleased by this turn of events. Ready to begin immediately, he trotted towards her a few paces and then thought better of it, instead angling away. He looked back at her once, expecting her to follow along as he set off on his search. Vesperiie She’ll realize it when he finds somebody he can beat into a bloody mess. xD His idea of ‘destroy’ isn’t exactly subtle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 10:45 pm
((Lmao, maybe they do it before then? 8D Also, should we timeskip?))
He set to his task with such a foalish eagerness that she couldn't help but chuckle again, filing in behind him as he wished. She would be content to observe this unusual buck for an hour or so, perhaps longer, but by and by she'd probably look for another way to pass the time. Mocking him seemed like a good fall back, he was so easy to annoy...
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:04 pm
**** No Mercy stopped to catch his breath; chest heaving from exertion. Now that his victim had stopped fighting so much, he could take a break before going in for the second round. This was always the best part. Once you beat them down enough that they didn’t have the heart to fight anymore, when they thought surely he must have had enough… that was when the fun truly started. Or so it was with the large prey he usually sought. This was, and he would not admit this to anyone, the first time he had deliberately sought out his fellow Kin for his special treatment. But this was for proving his worth and showing off. No mere boar and eaglehound would be suitable. So he had found an Acha instead. Broken its legs, made it beg. His head swung around, gaze seeking Prowl. His smile was big, childish and hopeful. Mercy desperately sought her approval.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 7:21 am
Ruriska Up to you whether you have him give chase for a bit or not <3 The doe stood a ways behind him, her face expressionless. Her golden eyes had grown steadily colder throughout this whole ordeal, though not from compassion for the Acha's plight. There was a certain savagery to the world-- the caiman ate the caiman, the hound killed the hound, why should hoof-kin be exempt? No, she did feel sorry for it, it was its own fault it was so innocent, so naive, so weak. But the buck... what she had read as a child playing at his darker inclinations had quickly turned into something more malignant, more vile, a cruelty that turned even her primal heart to stone. The coldness in her eyes was disdain. Prowl did not live with regrets. The amusements they'd had together, by day and by night, did not turn foul with her knowledge of what he was. That it ended here in blood was neither a shame nor a boon in disguise - it just was. The important part was that it ended, she would be a part of this no longer. When he glanced at her, childish, hopeful, somehow naive and evil at the same time, she met his eyes, and for a moment her gaze blazed fiercely cold, disdainful, and disapproving. Then she blinked and turned and walked away.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 5:43 pm
In her eyes there was only disdain, cold and harsh. She did not approve of his game, even though she had been the one that had wanted to see. She had driven him to this act of violence. His expression crumpled and seemed caught between despair and anger. The buck swayed slightly on the spot, gaze locked on her form as she simply turned and left him there. Suddenly he was nothing. He did not follow; could not, from fear of seeing that look on her face again. Instead he stood there for how long he did not know, until a pathetic whimper of the broken Acha pulled at his attention. Slowly he moved to stand over it. He could let it go. It might heal. But then he would be weak... and he could not allow that. The buck let out a breath and lifted a hoof. “No mercy.” Vesperiie Oops, she kinda broke him a bit more. End rp!
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