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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 9:15 am
Wyrsa slept fitfully, curled up against Tloc's warmth. She should have been exhausted after last night - and an amazing night it had been even if there had been a power struggle going on in the background the whole time. But the mare had fallen asleep content that she'd made it clear that everything that had happened had happened only because she allowed it to.
In her dreams, a coyote howled, it's mournful cry echoing throughout her mind. The Soquili's dream self began to run, trying to escape the lust for blood she heard in the coyote's voice.
Wyrsa began to kick in her sleep, trying to escape that howl.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 9:31 am
Tlocatl hissed as he woke up. The mare's fitful kicking and motions jerked his right wing. The stallion was still sore from his long-ago battle with that demonic skinwalker, and his right wing continued to be bound to his side.
His wounds took so long to heal, but once they were clotted enough and actually starting the pestering healing process...well, he was off. It had felt good to hunt again, albeit it was via ground and not air. He had gotten stronger and exercised his left wing to avoid that grom getting stiff as well. Tlocatl had hunted not only for food, but also for Wyrsa. She had left so soon and not returned...so he went to find her.
And when they did.... well, needless to say he still had some scratches and "love-bites", and they weren't from that coyote-soquili. Granted, some of those wounds had opened again - but it was a controlled pain, and the blood that stuck to his fur now wasn't dripping. It had clotted at a normal rate this time.
But now Wyrsa thrashed, and Tlocatl was awake and sorer than he'd felt in awhile.
"Wyrsa?" he asked, arching his neck to nudge her cheek. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't concerned....
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 9:37 am
In her dream, Wyrsa was still running. It didn't matter that this was something her waking self would no longer stand for, she had no control over this dream. As the mare realized this, she also realized that there was no way she could escape the coyote. Its fur was black, black as a moonless night beneath the trees of the forest, its eyes were an eerie yellow...like her own, but more savage. And it brought the darkness with it as it pursued her...surrounded her...enveloped her...
Wyrsa awoke with a jolt at the soft touch on her cheek and snapped at Tloc, hissing and baring her fangs. Her eyes were a more intense yellow than they'd been just the night before, and in the morning mist the Kalona might notice dark wisps beginning to coalesce around her head, neck and back.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 9:45 am
See, see? This was why he didn't succumb to such emotions! Tlocatl's attitude turned immediately back to the offended kalona when Wyrsa snapped and hissed. He did likewise, his ears plastered to his head. If he wasn't currently so, well, trapped on the ground, he might have jumped to his feet and bared not only teeth but horns as well. But this position was a bit awkward to say the least, with hooves and legs pinned between himself and Wyrsa's previously resting body.
He didn't notice the darkness, all he saw right now was red - for Wyrsa was threatening him (again, and animalistic this time) and all he could think of was self-preservation. There was something in those eyes that he did not like...
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 9:49 am
The mare got to her feet in order to gain a superior position, showing little regard for any part of her former partner beneath her hooves. She glared at him.
"Had yourself some fun, did you?" she hissed. "At my expense? Well, no more," the mare declared, stomping down, hard, on a miscellaneous body part and lunging to sink her fangs into him once more.
With that action, the darkness around her became solid, revealing itself to be a pelt. A black coyote pelt that covered Wyrsa from nose to tail. The only relief from the matte black of its fur were red marks on the paws that looked suspiciously like bloodstains.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:14 am
She was fast - really fast. Tlocatl's shock kept him stunned and in place. Since when could she do THAT? The kalona blinked at her words, unsure what she truly meant - he was confident she had enjoyed herself too! But it was the pain - more pain! - that broke his indecision. She had stomped down on his leg, but in passing that hard hoof skimmed along his still tender belly, ripping open the wound. It seemed he was not going to be allowed to heal in peace.
But the kalona rolled after the foot was down, but before Wyrsa had even started to lunge. He was on his feet, limping on the now-stomped limb, and his red eyes were open in surprise. How could she do this to him? How could she betray him!?
Tlocatl's growl rumbled in his throat as he bared his own stains. His blood dripped from his open tear and down the injured leg. "What did you DO!?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:19 am
Wyrsa's teeth met with a resounding clack as she grasped only air. Snarling, the newly-turned skinwalker lunged again.
"I did nothing!," she hissed angrily. It didn't matter whether she was wrong or right. It mattered only that he pay for everything he'd ever done to her. Everything.
She absently noted and took satisfaction in the blood dripping down. Most of her mind was concerned with the feeling of...of power. She felt better than she ever had, stronger, faster, able to cow even a Kalona like Tloc. A savage happiness lit her expression.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:26 am
Tlocatl's eyes and flames blazed brightly in anger and unfettered rage. This... THIS was why grounded soquili were not to be trusted. This was why MARES were not to be trusted! Never again would he allow a female to get this far - they simply were not worth the effort.
Wyrsa had softened that hard 'heart' of his (if it could be considered one), but now it froze, more impervious than ever. He took a step back, adjusting his balance to prepare for the fight of his life. For there was no one around to distract this Skinwalker for an escape.
"What a load!" Tloc growled back, snapping his teeth as threateningly as he could manage. "Obviously, you did something! Thistle may be an annoying piece of dung, but he knows his stories. He's said that dogs are not created out of placancy, you had to have done something. Best to erradicate your sorry excuse for a life," he sneered. For that was what she was now, wasn't it? No longer even a soquili...just a dog. A rabid dog, one that had to be put down.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:42 am
That brought Wyrsa up short. He wanted to kill her? He wanted to kill her? What gave him the right? If anyone was going to be doing any killing around here, it would be her, damnit!
But...wait, an inner voice cautioned, a remnant of the Soquili she had been. If she killed him now, she couldn't watch him suffer. Wouldn't that be much more painful for him? It would...but how? How could she hurt this prideful, arrogant Kalona?
The answer came in a blinding flash of insight. Even now, even last night, he'd lorded his wings over her. It hadn't mattered to him that one was still recovering from...something...he'd still been proud of them. Well, she would rip that pride away.
The skinwalker attacked again, determined to do as much damage as possible to the wing in the shortest amount of time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:53 am
She didn't move, and as Tlocatl continued to threaten with tooth and horn he thought that maybe for a moment she would not attack. Would she dare? Wyrsa had always been reluctant to do too much, though her words and her tiny fangs did some damage. Now, though, surely she was in the position to do more, and he knew that all too well.
But without any warning, Wyrsa attacked, and as before Tlocatl was just too slow to compete.
The Skinwalker twisted at the last minute as her target was his unijured wing and not his throat (as it had been before). The move took him by surprise, and the already slower-than-thou Tloc was in no position to defend himself.
Wyrsa jumped onto his side, tearing and ripping and biting at the sensitive wing. Tloc tried to turn and grab her to throw her off, but to no avail. The attack simply got stronger and more intense. He ignored it as best he could, for he had to think, had to concentrate on getting her off!
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:00 am
Oh, the joy of destruction, the gaity of ripping living tissue, the sheer happiness she felt at tasting his blood...it was as if she had never truly lived until now.
It was that distraction that loosened her grip and paused her attack, allowing Tloc to break free. But instead of renewing the attack this time, the skinwalker merely stood there, fangs bared in a feral grin, eyeing Tloc as she would a particularly pleasant piece of meat. Like he was her prey.
"Perhaps you will think...more of me in the future," Wyrsa suggested. If she had been a cat, she would have been purring, though there was still a dangerous, bloodthirsty undertone to her voice, a warning that at a moment's notice, she could attack once more.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:07 am
Tlocatl stood, shaking from the pain of it all. His left wing was shredded, but not broken, and he knew that given time (quite a bit of time) it would heal...but it would be longer now before he flew again. And while his spirit would have broken from that fact alone, he dared not let HER find out or see how much damade she had already done.
"Not likely," the kalona gave his body one shake, and about stumbled from the pain that caused. He folded that poor wing of tenderly and stood straight and proud. He'd be damned if he showed her how much he wanted to lay down, to succumb to the blackness that crowded his vision.
"You are nothing - do you hear that, Wyrsa? Nothing!" Tlocatl yelled to her. "Maybe one time, you were worth a thought...but now.... you are nothing but a rabid dog. I shall not give you another ounce of a day. You don't exist to me anymore." While he had been gasping for air throughout the whole speech, the last bit was said strongly.
And as to prove his point, the stallion turned as gracefully as he could manage, and started to walk calmly away.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:31 am
The skinwalker stood her ground, yellow eyes watching the stallion stalk off. They would meet again...she was sure of it in the mass of darkness and hatred that her heart had become. He was still a handsome one...the blood and shredded wing adding to the interest, in her opinion.
Wyrsa's expression stretched into something that could be called a smile. "Is he protesting too much?" she whispered to herself. It seemed likely. After all, he had enjoyed himself a great deal last night. With her. She doubted that his opinion would change so quickly. Indeed, she blamed his pride as a Kalona. She'd have to break him of that...someday. She could be patient. In the meantime, she would have to learn about this new power she felt within her, would have to harness its strength and learn how to take advantage of it.
Then, he would see. Then, he would learn. Then, she would break him like a twig.
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 11:37 am
Tlocatl let out a breath of air as she let him go - for he fully understood that if she chose to come after him, he could not stop her.
When he got far enough away, the kalona sunk to his knees both from relief and finally letting that pain enter his mind. He was literally rendered useless, and as he welcomed the darkness Tlocatl's last thoughts were on the Wyrsa he knew, the Wyrsa he lost, and the Wyrsa that he could no longer ever have.
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