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 Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:59 pm
AIM Log between Kisoni and Felyn
Marebito & Meseij The lake was one of the few places that the young aqua feli found peace. It was quiet, tranquil, especially away from the shore. It was both his nature and his inheritance that kept drew him out into the murky waters again and again, and he could be found there most often. In fact, at the present moment he was skimming beneath the surface, his back fin creating a small ripple as he did so, bright eyes staring up at the distorted sky he could see through the water above him. He surfaced, drawing a deep breath through his lungs and pausing to shake the water from his face. Those bright eyes turned up towards the sky, mauve tones meeting with a deeper blue. Then, without any real concern, he began a lazy swim towards the shore, taking his time and swimming, this time, on the surface.There was something else in the lake with him that day, though. Ever since her "family" had moved in with the owner's friends.. well things had been so hectic it'd driven Marebito straight out of the house and into the wild for a few days. Not that she minded--so long as she kept directly out of the sun the vultures didn't bother her so terribly. At the moment, she was near the bottom of the lake, spreading a stain of never-ending blood through the water. She was just happy there were no carniverous fish in these parts.
That was when she'd seen it--the kelpie. Ohhhh she knew their type, knew them well--in her her life after death she knew those that could and would kill. It made her blood boil, and she had a lot of that. Her movements were so precise, so well organized she didn't even think about them--she simply did and soon she was swimming along the bottom behind him, eyes up at his form near the surface. About time a Kelpie got a taste of its own.Seeing as the creature below the water was dead, at least as far as the undead go, Meseij wasn't aware of her presense. Had she been alive, he would have known the instant she had stepped into the water, and would have been highly irritated with her presence in the first place. At this point, however, he was thoroughly convinced he was the only creature (other than the merfeli, who seemed to be the only creatures that didnt send his head to pounding) in the water at the moment.
His eyes lay attached to the shore as the murky, muddy bank grew nearer and nearer with each stroke of his paw. He reached the shallows, paws sinking into the muddy bottom, and began to drag himself out and towards the green shore. Kicking her legs wildly, Marebito darted forth as quick as she could. When she got into the shallows, the movement threw water up into the air as she grabbed a hold of Meseji's back paws. Her face, horrid and bloody as always, popped up out of the water, maw agape. She spat blood at his face and howled like a banshee. To the aqua feli it might have appeared as if the ghosts of everything ever drowned in these waters had finally come back to haunt him.At the feeling of his paws being grabbed, the fur on his back stood up and he whirled around with wide eyes. It goes to say that he wasn't quite used to someone sneaking up on him in the lake where he was typically the most feared creature. As his face was spattered with blood, he growled, shutting his eyes against it and trying to wrench away. His front paws dug hard into the mud bank of the shore in front of him, trying hard to pull himself away.
He turned on the creature with a growl, raising his tail in defense and aiming it with a hard blow towards the bloody head. Even if all the creature did was duck, perhaps it would let him go long enough for him to scrabble on the bank.Only, Marebito didn't duck. She had been expecting a fight it seemed, and she let him hit her, wincing as it connected. Her backpaws got a grip on the muddy bank, though and she began trying to drag him back into the water.He hissed as she refused to let go, struggling to pull himself up onto the bank. He realized quickly, however, that he would tired himself out more quickly trying to pull himself up on dry land than she would dragging him through water. With a bit of a growl, eyes narrowed, he threw himself backwards with a grunt, twisting with an attempt to claw at her paws. He had no fear of being drowned, not with the capacity of air that his lungs could hold, but he certainly didn't appreciate being attacked by some bleeding corpse. THAT was unexpected, even though it shouldn't have been in retrospect. He was going to try and use the water against her! The female snarled, but was unable to help letting his paws go and slipped backward into the water with him. the force actually sent her rolling down the sharp incline down into the bank, even though the water made it slower than it could have been, and she kicked her legs to try and regain balance.As he was dragged down into the water half by her and pushed partially by the own force of his movements, his eyes were clouded by the sudden stir of the lake bank. Unsurprisingly, as her body began to tumble, his own got tangled with him and down he went rolling and tumbling over the muddy incline with the corpse-feli blurring his site with mud, fur and blood. As he was thrust into the murk of the lake bottom with weeds and water grass tangling in his fur, he let out a mental groan. His eyes flashed open, peering through the blood-swirled murk of the pond water. They narrowed on the other creature, his form paused to see just what she would do now that her plan had backfired more or less.Marebito shook her head as the weeds caught her and she came to a stop. In a moment her eyes had cleared and she lifted her head to look about them as the water settled. She didn't care if she was underwater--she was already dead,w hy should she care? But that Kelpie... was facing her, glaring. She glared back and started to climb to her paws, taking a moment to snap through some weed trying to tie itself to her paws.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 9:08 pm
During the tumble underwater, he had realized something about the creature that had 'attacked' him. She wasn't some drowned victim come back to haunt him over his nature, or some other wordly spirit come to give him a taste of his own genetic medicine. No, though she was quite the different sort of being, she was still Feli through and through - she just had the looks about her to play with his head. With a snort out of air, sending bubbles buzzing about his nostrils, he shook his head and began a quick descent back up towards the surface. As he broke through, he let out a long breath, and the growl that had been unreleased once underwater bled out. "Bloody b***h," he muttered, and began his trek back to the bank once more.
She raced after him. Ironically, she had half paused in order to make sure that he wasn't caught on the bottom. She made it in time to hear his comment and shook herself off, splashing mud and water and blood everywhere, "Right witty one you are.. besides, who's talking ya kelpie."
He sneered at her as he crawled onto the bank, the mud caking his paws even as he climbed out and the water still running rivulets over his mud-soaked fur. "So what, figure I need a scare simply for my genetic inheritance? What justice you're dishing out there." He shook his own body in an attempt to rid himself of some of the bloody, muddy water and the caked in pond sludge. He moved out onto the grass, shifting a glare at her with his bright eyes.
"I know you're kind, don't give me that," She spat, "Dragging poor gals t'their deaths, killing th'young, innocent... don't matter to your like! Why shouldn't ya get a little of yer own back?"
He snorted, tail wavering slightly behind him, watching her in silence for a few moments. "Just going to assume I've drowned lots of 'poor gals' then, yeah? Not even going to bother considering that there could possibly be a few of us that fight our damned nature?" he snorted, sitting and working on rubbing off some of the worst dirt from his legs.
"nope." She rolled her eyes, "Assuming things such as that only leads ta trouble. Trust me." There was a bitter bite to her last words and she eyed them. Once more the girl shook herself, but she didn't seem to care terribly much about the fact that she was dirty as hell. Of course, even as he watched a new coat of blood began oozing out of the wounds that refused to heal.
"Well, maybe you should of just asked me before you decided I deserved to be attacked by some.. undead monster from the deep," he muttered darkly, eyes shining with his irrtation as he glared back up at her oozing, bloody body. He snorted, teeth gritted for a moment before he turned back to her, "you'd be better off drowning my bloody sister than you would me - she's the one that goes about killing all the little pretties that get too close to the water. She's not even a kelpie, though, so you'd probably not even bother with her likes." His voice had a touch of anger in it, but his face simply looked grumpy.
"Perhaps you should lead me to her then," The girl hissed. She seemed angry, though the gods only knew at what. Either way she glared at him, red eyes glowing even in the daylight. "And you can stop trying to convince me of your innocence. I'll believe it when i see it. Maybe."
He sneered slightly at her, cutting his eyes at her over his shoulder, "you can probably find the brat as easily as I can. She's off being the accomplice to some 'super villain' and doesn't let any of us get close to her sorry rump." He didn't seem to angry at his sister, or upset that she was gone. No, Selene had been a nuisance to him at best. She liked to drown things, but even his own sister being near the water gave him a headache. She did it to mock him, he thought. "I don't have to convince you of s**t, anyway. You'd only be a concern to me if you were giving me a bloody headache," he pushed himself to his feet, stretching out muscles tired from his frantic scrambling, "guess the dead don't cause me the same problems that the living do." It wasn't too hard to guess - she was oozing blood, it wasn't affecting her, and she didn't even have to bother holding her breath.
"Oh joy it is to be me," Marebito rolled her eyes. She shook herself once more, hitting him with a fresh shower of blood as well as semi-dried much. "I don't give the inheritantly evil a headache." She made a face and glowered at him as much as he would her. "And no, you don't have to convince me of anything." But there was something threatening about that tone of voice she used and her eyes narrowed further towards his form.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2008 9:13 pm
He grunted as he was splashed with a fresh speckling of her blood, feeling it land and trickle slightly over the already caked and dried blood and mud covering his body. He gave her a mocking sneerish smile, tail flickering. The tone in her voice merely made him shake his head, "So what, your goal in life is to try and drown a kelpie? I don't know what crawled in your britches, lady, but you need a hobby."
"Might as well take out more of your disgusting kind." She sneered, giving a snort and turned from him to face the lake. Had any of her housemates seen her like this they may have been somewhat concerned, actually. While typically hard to get along with, the corpse normally wasn't in so wretched of a mood.
"And why is that? Because you can? Most feli, although I can't account for the undead ones, don't go around killing off others just because they have a problem with them," he said, his words irritated and dark, like the stormy eyes that concentrated on her. She had a real attitude problem, though it wasn't quite as bad as his sister's.
"Who cares what most feli do?" The female rolled her eyes. "If everyone went and did only what everyone else did there would be no such thing as innovation." Geeze, franklin was starting to rup off on her.
He quirked an eyebrow at her, snorting slightly. "So not only do you go around being a civil hero, you're preaching individuality too?" He shook his head, teeth gritted, coldly amused with his afternoon.
"Hero? HERO?" That actually got a laugh. A horrible, blood splattering, throat gurgling laugh. It certainly wasn't pretty in the slightest. Nor was her laugh really a warm one, she squeezed her eyes shut as tears of blood poured from her eyesockets.
He squinted his eyes at her, at the tears of blood, teeth gritted as he fought his instant dislike of the feli that tried to attack him with the fact that she was in fact a female - and somewhat upset. He was a grump, sure, but he wasn't a cold-hearted b*****d - and neither was he a murderer. The only thing he'd ever touched in his life was a poor little squirrel too stupid to leave when he tried to chase it away. He'd almost cried over that one, and buried in the woods under a bed of flowers. His sister had laughed. "You alright?" he finally managed, trying to sound as unobtrusive as possible.
Her laugher died soon enough. She frowned, wanting to roll her eyes but did not open them. "oh yes," She said lowly, in a grating sort of whisper--like the wind on a moonlight, foggy october night. "oh yes i'm just fine arn't a. A right picture of mental and physical healthy I am. Drowning random feli and acting like the....." She trailed off then laughed again and sneered at him, "Get out of here before i drag you back in."
"Get out of here?" He grunted slightly and shifted his eyes towards the lake, "you think that's going to scare me too badly?" He was a creature of the water and drowning him would be quite a chore. "I don't think you would anyway," he muttered, shifting his bright eyes back up towards her, "considering that you already seem to be regretting the first time." He couldn't speak about it personally, but he was sure that dead feli probably shouldn't be expected to have the best mental health. He didn't comment on it though, but just shook his head.
She snorted, "Oh you assume I meant to drown you." Her mood suddenly shifted to tired rather than otherwise. "Scare, maybe, but I don't kill.. unless pushed to it." She warned him with a scathing glare and the raising of some of the fur on the back of her neck. Amusingly her body seemed to be functioning in a pretty good order, save the massive amounts of blood and the constant leakage... and the eyes. Those funky, glowing eyes.
He laughed, pushing himself up onto his feet, "scare me. Alright. You got me once by surprise, I don't think you'd get anywhere now that I know you're not a viscious, murderous beast." He shook his head, eyeing the feli house with a frown and beginning to trot off in that direction. "Have fun scaring the children," he called back, shaking his head as he went.
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