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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:30 am
[Open RP, Preferred 1 on 1 for the first to reply, but willing to do up to 3 in a group. Reila IS single.]
 Too long.
It had been far too long since the vampiress had ventured out into the world. Even longer since she had taken a walk on such a calm night. Clouds were nowhere to be seen and the moon was accompanied by millions, billions of twinkling stars. The grass felt good under her paws and the gentle breeze cooled her down. Tonight was a night for her to stalk. Having gone many weeks without a decent meal, she now sought a victim. Reila's past practice of asking before biting had long since been thrown out, and she had begun to practise her kind's art of ambush.
Tonight, her prey was an elderly fox. Being far too weak to take on her preferred choice of sub-adult male, Reila had already been stalking this particular fox for several hours. Unfortunately, he seemed to know something was amiss, though she was sure to remain hidden. However, she was quickly running out of patience and, as the elderly fox made his way to the edge of the forest, she struck.
Speed was her edge. Striking the fox fast enough to knock him off all four of his feet. Fast enough to be at his throat before he could call out for help. Her fangs sunk deep, past fur, past flesh, and severing the main artery. Too famished to really care about how messy this was, she drank as long as she could. Slowly. Letting the liquid slowly revitalize her.
The corpse would be drained in minutes.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:48 am
She hadn't expected that her leisurely stroll through the trees would bring the scent of blood. Her fur stood on end as she followed the scent, irises slimming when she burst through the darker underbrush and met the bright-in-comparison moonlight. She gave herself mere moments to adjust, but the sight before her would've easily horrified her even in half-blindness.
Normally, Plum would despise anything without a feline bloodline. Tonight would be a night that reinforced that hatred as she spied what she considered cannibalism amongst the normal noodles.
Sure, she would eat other creatures; it was in her nature to do so. But for what seemed to be a normal noodle to attack another? This was beyond her.
She dared to take a few steps forward, ears flattened against her head and claws at the ready, should she need them. And with each step, she noticed a new scent on the attacker. Something not... quite normal.
She tensed. What in the hell IS she, if not normal?!
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:25 pm
The taste of the old fox's fur and flesh was about as appetizing to her as carrots. Thus, she had to pause her feeding. The small distance between the blood and her nose increased just enough for her to get a whiff of a stranger's scent. The fur at the back of her neck stood up, but other than that, Reila remained absolutely still.
Letting her guard down was something she hardly did, but here she was, surprised at the presence of another. Her claws dug into the ground as she quickly tried to think of what to do. All options except one pointed to attack. Luckily, he head was clear enough from the feeding to rationalize. Besides, she had been lonely lately. Not that she would ever admit that. B-baka.
Slowly, carefully, she turned her body just enough to see who had found her. Her maw was a bloody mess, her hair ruffled and unkempt, the edges tinted with the fresh blood. Her eyes flashed dangerously as she looked over the feline-esque Noodle.
Reila had half a mind to drag her kill away. The other half...
"...Hello." She whispered, barely audible.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:36 pm
As finicky as her nature was, she made no notion to the mess the other femme seemed to be. It took her a good minute to realize the other had spoke, however, and her usual harshness seemed to shine through any possibility of making her a friend.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?"
It was a mere statement, no cruelty or malice laced in the wording and no change of pitch. But she couldn't help but radiate her own defenses, if the fluff of her tail hadn't been sign enough.
Her gaze flicked to the empty shell of a noodle and her nose wrinkled in disgust. Not only was it ugly, it was old and past due for expiration. Her next statement would come as a shock to not only herself, but perhaps the one she spoke to, her eyes never leaving the carcass.
"Doesn't he taste like curdled milk at that age?"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:52 pm
 M'hurKh had wandered surprisingly far away from shore, tonight... Perhaps lost, or searching for something. Or... Perhaps he was just bouncing around singing obnoxiously loud hoping for an audience and not paying a lick of attention where he was going or what time it was. When the scent of blood hit his nose, he drew to a slow stop and tilted his head. "Mmm... Dinner? M'hurKh could do with something to eat." He muttered, wandering closer to the scent, until he peered naiively over a rock's edge like a puppy, his finned tail batting the air behind him. The corpse didn't seem a strange thing to him, oddly enough, the fact that it was a noodle probably escaping him at first... Or he really just didn't make the distinction. "HIIIII!" He barked, waving his paw frantically at the girls, a few moments before he fell forward off the formation and found his back against the ground, staring up at the rock formation for a moment before righting himself, grining wildly. "What's food? Can M'hurKh join you?"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:57 pm
Choosing to ignore the expected question about her existence, Reila simply sat down, curled her tail around to rest on her front paws, and stared at the stranger. The fear was positively oozing out of her pores, and her nose wrinkled in distaste. She always felt embarrassed for those who were fearful for any reason around her. They stank.
The next question asked was a bit out of the ordinary, and her eyes widened just enough to show that, yes, she was surprised. Nothing else betrayed her emotions though as she turned to look at the carcass. No, it did not taste the best.
"...It was my only option. One cannot afford to be picky when facing the possibility of starvation." Her words flowed out easily, stating what was a simple fact in her life. Whether or not the feline agreed was not her concern.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:12 pm
"True."
She HAD eased up, for the moment. But no sooner would she relax, a fish leaped from the nearby surroundings and instantly sent her fur stiff. This one wouldn't be so lucky, being a male and of no interest to Plum's mate search with his scales.
A devilish hiss and she swatted at the skull that protected his head.
"BACK UP!"
What he had stated took a few moments to process, and she recoiled slightly, rather not fond of the new odds against her with the fishy-scented aquatic.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:31 pm
The thick thud of the fae's paw on the skull startled M'hurKh, who, as instructed, sidled back, letting his tailfin trail under him. The light wasn't quite enough to illuminate the little tears welling in his eyes, and he already smelled like saltwater. Never had he been struck! Figuring he'd fumbled in onto something he shouldn't have, he skittered off, barking over his shoulder about the mean furpretty as he evaporated into the night again.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 1:39 pm
There was hardly any time for her to react. The appearance of what seemed to be a fish with legs startled her into baring her fangs. But she had no need to move and defend herself and her meal. The feline had taken care of that easily enough. Which, she mused, was for the best. The fish seemed to be far too weak for her tastes. Perhaps he would make an easy meal, later.
Attention focused back on the feline, Reila looked her over again. Twice. And then once more. The fear-scent was gone now...or at least, diminished.
"...Have a name?" She questioned, bringing a paw up to try and clean the trying blood off her face.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 2:25 pm
"Plum. No point for a nickname with something like that."
Her voice was calm, as was the rest of her for the moment. The fish had caused her more emotional damage than the female had, and she would rather keep the company she had.
"Yours?"
Her curiosity was still on what her counterpart was, but she supposed that would surface at a later time. Things usually did unless she was with her brother, the mute hippie. She cringed at the idea of seeing him again. She hoped she didn't.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 2:40 pm
Debating whether or not to give her name, Reila continued to cleanse herself as thoroughly as she could It simply wouldn't do to walk around with blood everywhere. Stealing a glance to carcass of the elderly, drained fox, she decided that she had had enough to go hunting for bigger prey later.
As she finished with her self bath, She stared at Plum for a full minute, silently. Surely there was no harm in giving her name.
"...Reila." Again, her voice was barely a whisper.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:11 pm
"Reila."
She repeated the femme's name more for herself than just to repeat aloud. Reila, the blood-drinking, strange noodle. She knew there was a name for them, at least, a name that normal noodles gave them. She herself had never bothered to learn the word, but now she wished she had.
But only a little.
She wrinkled her nose as the sheer stench of death, glaring at the carcass as if he himself were the cause of her woes. Clearing her throat, she looked back to Reila with a frown.
"So what are you going to do with that?"
He was dead. No longer gender-identifiable, in her book at that point.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:03 pm
Apparently it was a custom for all those she met to repeat her name. It never made sense to her, as she could remember names instantly. Putting names to faces, however, was an entirely different story.
Still, to her, the time for conversation was ticking by. She was growing bored and anxious to head off to find a more filling victim. But when asked what to do with the corpse, she couldn't help but tilt her head curiously.
"...Am I supposed to do something with it?" It was a genuine question.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:54 am
She walked over and gave the body a sharp poke, turning to Reila with a grimace.
"It's getting stiff. Go throw it in the river or something."
Plum was a feline, so little changes in the nature of others she had a knack for picking up on. Her gaze watched Reila for a moment before stepping away from the carcass, done with dealing with the smell.
"Afterwards, I could care less. But I'm tired of looking at it and having to smell it."
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:49 pm
If Reila had any less patience than she naturally possessed, she would have already started, and ended a fight. Thankfully, after feeding, she had a much higher tolerance. Still, the fact that is sounded like she was being ordered to do something didn't sit too well with her and she bared her fangs as a warning.
"If you are so intent on disposing of it, do it yourself."
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