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 Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 10:59 pm
She almost felt like she'd shrunk with how quickly it seemed her little 'cub' had grown from just that.... a cub. Certainly she wasn't a tiny lioness to begin with, but now even 'little' Tanaka was bigger than she was. Heck, she must have looked to be adolescent next to his size.
And his 'first' hunt the day previous had also earned a little swelling of pride from Ashling. Certainly she'd taught him nothing in terms of his ability to grab something and maul the hell out of it (how apt), but it had been enough for her to stay in for the day, curled at the back of 'their' den and seeming peaceful enough.
Mmmmm, she felt so unproductive not having to watch over him, actually. Now that she thought of it, it had been a while since he'd left, seeming to be in the worst mood she'd seen the boy in to date. Perhaps he was off venting his anger.
Or plotting his revenge against her.
Now why would he have wanted 'revenge' against her, though? She'd been nothing but good to him (RE: Annoying and doting as hell. Overbearing), so certainly, despite all his hormonal and perhaps childish complaining and rebellion, he wasn't out for her hide! Oh how nice of a wish that was for her to entertain.
Alas, just a wish.
But perhaps today would be a good day!
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 11:31 pm
 A roar ripped from his jaws, crashing through the sky to echo horrifically across the earth, a terrible sound torn from the furtherest depths of hell itself. Talons curled, slashing into the earth, teeth clenched at the unbearable pain that shot through his wings. As if waking in the body of a cub were not enough, he had also woken to intolerable pain in his growing wings, a pain that had only grown worse with each passing day. Now every flutter of movement, every thought, sent a new surge of pain radiating through him, it was enraging, driving his already dark mood purely demonic.
Green eyes narrowed, a snarl on his maw, the look of murder in his gaze. He needed to maul something, to torture, to hear screams of terror, prey beasts simply weren't enough anymore.
Pausing in his low stalk, his eyes fell on the 'den' he had shared with that annoying lioness. Ah, yes, perfect, he should have done away with her sooner, but now she would serve as a release for his anger, for the rage that burned through his monstrous form.
Dark purpose in his step, he stalked to the den entrance, green eyes glaring into the darkness until he found the white pelt within. Now, she would at least feel all that he had plotted, all the dark, vicious thoughts that had gone through his mind since the day fate had seen to cross their paths. Now she would meet her true fate.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 12:08 am
She just would have put it as 'He's having a bad day'. A tad optimistic, wasn't she? Or completely thick. Who wouldn't have heard that terrifyingly angry noise looming outside their den and not thought 'Hmm, angry thing that is bigger than me. Might wanna get the hell out of there'.
Well, that was already answered with Ashling's oblivion to her soon to be peril.
She should have at least purred in greeting to Tanaka when he made his way to the den, lifting her head and just smiling instead. Oh, the poor little child, suffering growing pains (literally) that just weren't going to allow him any peace.
"And here I thought I was going to come out and find you."
Ohhhh, Ashling. You'd probably never want to see him again after this. God only knew that she should have been born with less 'make everything not want to hurt you' and more 'know when something wants to'.
She wasn't as terrifying as her father in terms of being able to threaten things into backing down.
"How are those wings treating you now?"
About the same way he was about to treat you, dear.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 11:56 pm
If only she knew, stupid creature, why she had never grasped the truth of his intentions he would never understand. Most creatures would have fled from the horrifying monster, or rather they would have tried. But there she laid, clueless, with that stupid smile of her face and that stupid naive voice of hers. Why had he put up with her so long?
He didn't speak, the only sound the snap of his tail, the click of talons against stone as he stalked toward her, a murderous snarl on his maw. Darkness surrounded him, a horrific aura of fear and terror, a nitemare from the depths of hell.
And then he was on her, no further warning, if she hadn't figured it out by now she never would. A horrifying growl, talons lashed out, slashing at white hide, tearing at back, sides, limbs. His fangs snapped, though not so vicious as his talons. Massive as the beast was, murder would have been easy, no, he wished to torture, to rend, to at last teach her the true meaning of fear, of the darkness in his green eyes.
There was nothing left to hold him back, he had no further use for her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 9:49 am
It was only when she'd pretty much cornered herself in the den and was unable to get her little white tush out of there that Ashling felt her heart sink right into her gut. While she was in no way familiar with terror (as she'd never had a reason to experience it), she was able to recognize what the feeling was almost immediately:
She was terrified of Tanaka and she didn't know why.
But it certainly was a well founded precursor to pain.... which for some reason she didn't hiss and spit at.... in fact, she didn't even lash back. Why? Because she didn't know how she should respond to the attack on her, besides pushing herself up against that back wall and making herself as small as possible.
Conflicted.
On one paw it was perfectly logical that she should lash back at her assailant, on the other paw this was her 'child'. No 'mother' should have had to make the decision to fight with their child even in the case of the pain that was hissing through her body.
Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssss
There was no vigor to it so it definitely wasn't a 'back off' attempt.... in fact if anything it would probably give the adolescent satisfaction in knowing that his actions were indeed hurting her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 12:11 pm
The beast hovered over his prey, massive form blocking any escape she may have thought possible, concealing the light that had once streamed into the den. In the cave, there was only darkness and shadow, the only hint of light the two white pelts within.
A sneer on his maw, Tanaka stood silent for a moment, long enough that she may have foolishly thought it an end to the assault. Pathetic, pitiful creature, curled into nothing but a whimpering ball of white fur. She could have at least cried out, screamed, fought back, anything.
He snarled in his frustration, eyes lowered to glare into hers, hellish fury burning in his gaze, low growl echoing in his massive chest. She would scream, her delicious cries of torment would fill his ears, he would make certain of it. Even if he had to tear her limb from limb, she would scream.
His paw raised, talons curled as venous daggers, falling to tear at innocent hide, the assault began again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:34 am
Oh yes, she would cry eventually... but perhaps not from all of the physical pain that was slowly being afflicted upon her. Just pathetic attempts to try and make him stop; things like trying to push her body further up against the back wall (which actually worked against her as she stepped on a nice little spot of her own blood and ended up sliding and slamming into the wall a little more painfully than she would have liked... but perhaps that yelp would be semi-satisfying) and even attempting a purr of appeasement.
It was very unlikely that any of her attempts would be helpful...
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Nor was it likely that she'd be getting any relief from the pain anytime soon, unfortunately for little Ashling. Really, where was her ghost to at least give her a 'light at the end of the tunnel' or some common sense to have prevented her from picking up the aggrivated child?
No.... this was her retribution for her own blindness.
Hiss.. HISSSSSSSS.
Slowly dragging herself back up to her feet, she continued to hold her face back away from his assault but seemed to be at least trying to gather up some semblance of 'courage' underneath this assault, lifting a paw.. debating....
Lash back or remain firm to not harm her 'child'?
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 7:02 pm
Tanaka was blind, blinded by fury and rage, blinded by the torturing pain that shot through his wings with every breath he took, burning through every join, every muscle of his body. Lost in his fury, the beast acted beyond his character, as if a cruel demon had possessed him, pushing him to terrifying darkness, a raging fire of Conflict none had ever known.
A snarl rumbled in his throat, smirk on his maw. Was that some hint of fighting spirit he saw? Was she actually thinking of striking back? He might have laughed were it not drowned by his snarls. Spirit, it made the breaking that much more sweet, the screams all the more beautiful.
Jaws snapped, fangs seeking tender neck, to latch onto her spine, not to kill, but to hold, to paralyze her movements until he desired to release, to delight in her hopeless struggles.
Come, strike me, I dare you.
If only either of them had truly understood the irony of who they both were. Perhaps then he would have pitied her, would have left her as she was, or perhaps he only would have understood why his brother had so long sought to destroy his own children.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 1:34 pm
A torn fighting spirit at best, however. But at least it was something, a weak hiss-growl bubbling in her throat (which was obviously unaccustomed to making such a soung) as she supported her quickly failing strength against the back wall. Unfortunate side effect of bloodloss which had come to include being unable to stand properly.
Especially when being assaulted by someone who was taking so much pleasure in beating the tar out of the little white lioness.
But still her courage was tainted by hesitance in who she'd be striking out at.... but perhaps it was long overdue for her to actually strike the child and put him back into his place? Yes, that was very much likely. In fact, that was what she'd settled on.
Which when she'd gathered her convictions, a deep growl resonated in her throat once again, her own claws digging at the ground beneath her before she finally lifted one of those bloodied white paws to swipe at her 'child's' face.
a paw which would probably be broken or ripped off or used against her in suffering in some horrible way or another...
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Unfortunate.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 3:46 pm
A malevolent smirk spread across his maw and talons caught his muscle, cutting through the soft tissue of his nose. The beast didn't flinch, gave no sign that he felt or even cared that her strike had hit. Pathetic creature, if only she had know, had she dared strike him sooner she would have only brought herself to this sooner. He was not her child, she was not his mother, she was nothing more than a slave, a creature to be used until she no longer had purpose, until he had grown tired of her.
Pitiful creature, there is no escape.
Talons raised, slashing at the paw that had struck him, sinking into tender muscle, pinning the limb to the floor beneath. He was above her, his weight trapping her helplessly beneath him, whatever struggles she made hopeless against him whether she realized it or not.
"There is, no escape."
Not until he had grown tired of her, until his murderous lust was satisfied, until he left her there in a pool of her own blood. Whether she lived or died, he didn't care, it didn't matter. She was left touched by the fires of hell, the depths of darkness, and he no longer about her existence, he no longer needed her, and he was free.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 4:05 pm
She screamed. Certainly not in horror, but rage, clawing at him, fighting back against the larger being in vain of her own state of being. But that would be all. She'd be free of it, whether or not it was due to the searing pain that would be left in her hide for weeks and weeks to come.....
And while there would be no dark spot on her soul, some scar that burned that deeply into her physically, there would still be a mark. Not just a digging into her flesh, but into her very being.
Oh yes, some little precious mark that would stay with her. Not only the horrible memory, but the little reminders. The time that would be total and complete emptiness, but soon it would be so much worse.
Or perhaps she'd be better....
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But she was so very very tired. Even as she lay in her own puddle of blood she hissed at a figure she could only barely make out beyond her reach. Not that she could even lift a paw anymore.
She was too tired.... so now, she'd rest.....
Rest, but perhaps never get up again.
.::END::.
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