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 Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:48 pm
 It was one of those rare days in the season when the sun actually projected heat instead of acting like an ornament among the heavens. For one whose world was darkened, winter felt one long stretch of night, only a variation between cold and frigid. Slawter preferred the more humid temperatures, and so he had holed himself up in the nearest structure that fit him and waited. When it was time to hunt, he emerged and did his business quickly, returning to his makeshift den beneath the roots he so shamelessly tore asunder for his shelter. And he slept.
With the rare stroke of heat, he roused, hopeful that the weather was done making his body quake for warmth. He would be disappointed within the next day or so. For now, he went hunting, but not for food. During the cold front, he and his clutchmate had been parted, a circumstance he disliked unless under his own terms. Where was Nefertiti? Tracking her would not be hard, and it was something of a hobby of his. After picking up her trail from a familiar haunt, he took off. Sometimes he needed his sister to tell him how to act, how to be. While her presence was not always pleasant, it was somehow a comfort to him to be near her. If nothing else, he would be the muscle to her mind. Hopefully she had been fairing well enough without him these days.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 12:58 pm
 The vile, bitter cold had sent the large, if graceful Nightmare slinking for shelter, unable to bear the temperature and the frozen earth beneath her claws. She'd waited for Slawter, searched for him even (though she would never admit that last bit to any living soul), but to no avail. Forced to retreat, she had holed herself up in some long-abandoned cave, waiting and tasting the air until, at long last, she more or less sensed the biting chill recede. The warmth had returned again and, disgusted with the damp and filthy conditions she had been forced to stand, Nefertiti burst from her self-isolation and promptly set about grooming herself.
With a long-suffering sigh, the female stretched herself out on a dry piece of stone, feeling the warmth sink straight through her fur until she could murmur drowsily with pleasure. The cold was no friend of hers. The loss of her 'brother' did nibble at the back of her mind, reminding her that she would soon need to seek him out. He was a monster at worst, a nuisance at best, but he was hers to growl at.
It could wait though, at least for a moment. She simply felt too comfortable to move.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:10 pm
He would find her. If nothing else, Slawter had a very stubborn head. True, he was often prone to forgetting what exactly he was fighting for or doing, but once he got put of the right track, it was all the way for him. He tasted rocks and dirt when her scent passed his tongue, fresh from the trail he scoured up from a cave. For a moment, he stood very still, trying to hear a shift of movement or even a breath. Nothing. Somehow, though, he knew she was there. Perhaps it was the echo of the bare wind, perhaps it was simply his gut.
But he was sliding onto the tips of his talons, a great crimson monster very slowly creeping toward a prone target. His usual approach was to go charging in, and perhaps that would have been a little more suited, but he was curious if he might surprise the female without having to yell. Breath hissed out of the corner of his maw as a low laugh threatened to growl its way out. Just another few feet and, yes, she was definitely there....
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:17 pm
She would remain seemingly oblivious as to the sanguine tyrant's presence, though her golden-tipped ears would begin to twitch. The Nightmare lifted her head soundlessly, scanning, but fortunately for Slawter, he was downwind. With a yawn, Titi would curl up again, tucking her tails elegantly next to her before she was still. It was not going to be a very good day for Vanity.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:24 pm
With all the grace of a sack full of bricks, Slawter threw himself over what he estimated to be the lounging female's side. "Ahh..." He sighed. "Here's my cushion. Got warm for me, hm? So thoughtful." A mighty paw reached to rest casually upon her head, not pushing but likely stifling a bite he could already see coming.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:30 pm
Something smashed into her side and had her jaws gaping, desperately trying to suck in breath. Even when she registered that infuriating, gravelly tone, the Nightmare still began to buck and writhe with absolute, white-hot fury, snarling so loudly that the sound shook her entire form. She'd kill him, she'd gouge out his eyes and make him eat his own tongue! It was lucky his paw was there, for she was definitely snapping her jaws, raking her talons against every inch of him that she could reach. Stupid, senseless boy! Words were quite beyond the enraged queen.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:41 pm
Every gash she put into him only had him laughing harder, practically roaring with his amusement even as he pushed himself farther over her. He was bigger than her, bigger than anyone else he'd ever met, and damned if he wouldn't use it to his advantage. If he had his way, he'd stifle her, craning his head to bite into one of her ears, just enough to break the skin. He knew better than to yank- the ear would probably come off these days no matter how gentle he tried to make himself. So he gnawed a little on what he had, trying to weigh her head down onto the rock.
"Titi, Titi, Titi..." He chided with deep, growling notes of feigned admonishment. "That's no way to treat big brother." Suddenly, he was off of her, rolling off to the side on the rock. Apparently he'd made his point.
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