Nightmares.
Zeon & Xion
Zeon & Xion
Dark Fire Angel wrote
Purple edged against darkness, depths that seemed to propel cold, silent rage; the feeling though not voiced, easily felt as the color sparked, shifted, almost like a cold flame, silent killer. He'd always been there, watching, learning, gaining strength, moving those about him like peons, gaining pleasure from others' pain, like others had done to him, so long ago.
No more.
He'd reign supreme over others with raw power, and his purple eyes would match those of a silent killer, a hunter whom waits for it's prey. His eyes would send shivers of fear down others' spines, and then once fear were to be accomplished, he'd laugh, his figure edged against the pale moon at night. The blood of the innocent would drip from his claws, it'd marr his teeth, his fangs, and he'd reign supreme.
It was only a matter of time... all a matter of having patience, waiting for the perfect time to strike. He'd lost before, he'd been humiliated long ago; he'd had faith in others, he'd tried others ways, but they just didn't work. Only fear worked. Fear, anger, betrayal... a cold blooded killer had been born, and his figure laughed on in the night, darkness curling in almost liquid ways around his figure while blood dripped from his eyes, the purple orbs shinning against the pale moon.
His own blood and that of those around him...
He'd woken up startled, a strange taste in his mouth, and he'd unconsciously raised a paw to wipe his tongue clean of it. It was then it clicked inside his mind; paw? What paw? He didn't have paws last time he'd checked! However, as he forced his eyes open to look down, not only did he realise he indeed had paws, but he realised something else; he was propped over another body. The body of a female. A female he did not know.
With an uncharacteristic squeak he'd later mentally kick himself for, Zeon stumble-fell off the other body, getting tangled with his own four legs. Laying on the ground, the libris found himself blinking in surprise, his usual cold hatred replaced by the confusion that seeped through his features. Paws? What the ******** HELL was this?! He had merely a moment to snarl before he noticed it was not only paws which he'd gained, but a tail... and fur. Lots of fluffy fur. Twitching slightly, the male attempted to stand again, merely managing to tangle himself up again, his long tail getting in the way; stumbling, Zeon fell once more, the snarls of frustration reaching higher levels.
A cat. He was a bleeding cat! What was going on?!
Feeling slightly overwhelmed, the libris merely lay upon the ground, his expression shifting from enraged, to confused, to perplexed, to enraged again... there seemed to be perhaps, a hint of fear shinning within those purple orbs, but it vanished as soon as the pink clad female let out a particularly loud snore. The sound forced Zeon to focus his attention on the slumbering girl. Idly, Zeon decided he did not like her. Not at all, his mind already rolling the possibilities within his mind, however, before he could maim her, he needed to stand up without stumbling. Thus again he tried, his mind screaming he change his center of balance if he wanted to actualy walk like a cat.
It took him several more tries to get it right, however, soon enough, the male was standing up quite proudly, usual nasty smirk in place. The moment he attempted walking however, Zeon promptly crashed back to the floor, uttering a loud "********!" as he landed over the slumbering femme again.
Today was not going to be his day, was it?
No more.
He'd reign supreme over others with raw power, and his purple eyes would match those of a silent killer, a hunter whom waits for it's prey. His eyes would send shivers of fear down others' spines, and then once fear were to be accomplished, he'd laugh, his figure edged against the pale moon at night. The blood of the innocent would drip from his claws, it'd marr his teeth, his fangs, and he'd reign supreme.
It was only a matter of time... all a matter of having patience, waiting for the perfect time to strike. He'd lost before, he'd been humiliated long ago; he'd had faith in others, he'd tried others ways, but they just didn't work. Only fear worked. Fear, anger, betrayal... a cold blooded killer had been born, and his figure laughed on in the night, darkness curling in almost liquid ways around his figure while blood dripped from his eyes, the purple orbs shinning against the pale moon.
His own blood and that of those around him...
He'd woken up startled, a strange taste in his mouth, and he'd unconsciously raised a paw to wipe his tongue clean of it. It was then it clicked inside his mind; paw? What paw? He didn't have paws last time he'd checked! However, as he forced his eyes open to look down, not only did he realise he indeed had paws, but he realised something else; he was propped over another body. The body of a female. A female he did not know.
With an uncharacteristic squeak he'd later mentally kick himself for, Zeon stumble-fell off the other body, getting tangled with his own four legs. Laying on the ground, the libris found himself blinking in surprise, his usual cold hatred replaced by the confusion that seeped through his features. Paws? What the ******** HELL was this?! He had merely a moment to snarl before he noticed it was not only paws which he'd gained, but a tail... and fur. Lots of fluffy fur. Twitching slightly, the male attempted to stand again, merely managing to tangle himself up again, his long tail getting in the way; stumbling, Zeon fell once more, the snarls of frustration reaching higher levels.
A cat. He was a bleeding cat! What was going on?!
Feeling slightly overwhelmed, the libris merely lay upon the ground, his expression shifting from enraged, to confused, to perplexed, to enraged again... there seemed to be perhaps, a hint of fear shinning within those purple orbs, but it vanished as soon as the pink clad female let out a particularly loud snore. The sound forced Zeon to focus his attention on the slumbering girl. Idly, Zeon decided he did not like her. Not at all, his mind already rolling the possibilities within his mind, however, before he could maim her, he needed to stand up without stumbling. Thus again he tried, his mind screaming he change his center of balance if he wanted to actualy walk like a cat.
It took him several more tries to get it right, however, soon enough, the male was standing up quite proudly, usual nasty smirk in place. The moment he attempted walking however, Zeon promptly crashed back to the floor, uttering a loud "********!" as he landed over the slumbering femme again.
Today was not going to be his day, was it?
Kisoni wrote
Everything was blue. Of course, everything was always blue. That never really bothered Xion anymore, for it had been blue since the day she was born. Everyone talked in blues, yelled in blues, walked in blues; it was somewhat ironic that her mother insisted she dressed in red.
"Dollhouse dreams are bought and paid for, but she'll never admit it."
They'd stared at her--they always stared at her. Their eyes wide as their moths flapped like fishes, constantly sucking at water and getting air. They all talked, but no one ever said anything. Why would no one speak?
Only she could speak, and they flapped like fishes with about as much brains. It hadn't been long before she'd given up speaking. Doll, she would be a doll.
Something landed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open, but didn't seem startled at all. Their bright ocean blue just gazed off into the distance as if nothing in front of her registered to her brain. Indeed, it didn't. She wasn't in the fluffy pink of her dollhouse room.
And there was something on top of her.
That something was moving, Xion determined a moment later and she turned her head to look at it. Fluffy grey, pointed ears darted out from its likewise fluffy grey hair. Bright purple, strangely facated cat eyes from a cat-like face.. but it was much bigger than your adverage cat, or else she was much smaller.
A light giggle ripped itself from her maw, now she really was a doll! The girl turned under him, still staring up at him with those vacated blue eyes, and she lifted her paws to touch his cheek. Her paws? Oh, indeed they were! Xion blinked at her appendages for a long moment, forgetting the other creature she had under-paw. "I grew fur! ... and paws too. Hhheeehehe, no more dolly; needles sewing games are not for me!"
"Dollhouse dreams are bought and paid for, but she'll never admit it."
They'd stared at her--they always stared at her. Their eyes wide as their moths flapped like fishes, constantly sucking at water and getting air. They all talked, but no one ever said anything. Why would no one speak?
Only she could speak, and they flapped like fishes with about as much brains. It hadn't been long before she'd given up speaking. Doll, she would be a doll.
Something landed ontop of her and her eyes snapped open, but didn't seem startled at all. Their bright ocean blue just gazed off into the distance as if nothing in front of her registered to her brain. Indeed, it didn't. She wasn't in the fluffy pink of her dollhouse room.
And there was something on top of her.
That something was moving, Xion determined a moment later and she turned her head to look at it. Fluffy grey, pointed ears darted out from its likewise fluffy grey hair. Bright purple, strangely facated cat eyes from a cat-like face.. but it was much bigger than your adverage cat, or else she was much smaller.
A light giggle ripped itself from her maw, now she really was a doll! The girl turned under him, still staring up at him with those vacated blue eyes, and she lifted her paws to touch his cheek. Her paws? Oh, indeed they were! Xion blinked at her appendages for a long moment, forgetting the other creature she had under-paw. "I grew fur! ... and paws too. Hhheeehehe, no more dolly; needles sewing games are not for me!"
Rest of the RP
~Finished
