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 Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 1:11 pm
Loneliness. Do'al wasn't sure that was exactly what he felt, but it was a need of some form to be sure. It was an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, a nagging at the center of his black, shriveled heart. After having a companion for most of his youth, no matter how nagging his goody-two-shoes twin was, it was hard to cope with the lack of a constant presence at his shoulder. Of course, it was easy to blame it upon Roshan, just as Roshan always blamed everything upon him. What little good was left in him, what little consciousness lurked in the depths of his soul, it was all leftover from the little twirp.
A sigh of irritation spread out from his mug as he paused, narrowing brilliant, bright eyes on the horizon. What he needed was a distraction, something or someone to twist and terrorize. Maiming wouldn't be beyond him on most occasions, but he wasn't entirely sure he was in the mood for the messier of his hobbies at this particular moment. This feeling called for emotions, something to feed on. The thought made him smirk, blood-colored eyes dancing in the light of the fading sun. An emotional vampire, is that what he'd become if he didn't fill the gap? He couldn't say it didn't have a nice ring to it, but it did sound dependent, needy. There were always downsides to everything.
Pushing the thought away, he turned his gaze about him, shaking his scruffy mane out. He was becoming grumpy from his lack of any form of stimulation. "Idle paws are the devil's tools," he said, though amusement became immediately evident once more. What had he to fear from the devil? He shifted and fell back into step, caught between irritation and amusement, but still looking for anything to capture his interest.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 1:33 pm
While Do'al did not particularly feel the need for maiming, it seemed that a lithe bodied lioness sitting just a distance away was, in fact, in such a mood. The coppery scent upon there air would've probably been enough to attract Do'al, and if that weren't enough, the small whimpering sounds would have added to the scenery. The whimpers became gasps and squeals as the lioness moved her paws, her head tilting innocently to one side as she gazed upon her handy work. Then... there was silence as she gave one final jerk; the animal she'd been torturing was finally dead, and no doubt thankful to embrace the darkness after the horrible, almost seemingly never ending time it'd spent under Kipepeo's ministrations.
Slowly, she lifted her head, red hued eyes hooded as she scented the air, heavy and thick with the smell of death before lowering her maw to the now dead carcass. She then gutted the poor creature, watching the mess she was creating, "I wonder," she said lightly, almost as if talking to the dead critter, "Is that future, past or present?" extending her paw, she then grabbed the creature's head and snapped it clean off the body, moving it with ease till she'd grasped it in a way that would allow her to move it's mouth, "It's the future," she answered herself in a squeaky voice, making a show of the whole ordeal, as if the decapitated head were the one answering her, "You don't say!" she answered back in mock horror. The conversation continued back and forth, making it look to an outsider as if some demented child were playing a twisted horror game.
Despite the fact Kip was no longer a child, she still very much enjoyed her play time, and had come to the realisation that she could keep her toys from breaking too fast if she went about her business slowly. With age came experience... of the sort very few lions would probably want. Then again... Kipepeo was happy that way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 1:59 pm
It was quite the distraction, in fact, when the coppery sting of blood reached his nostrils. At first, he suspected someone had simply made a kill and although that was not uncommon, it still meant there was company to be had, even if said company was unfortunate enough to find him lurking in their wake. However, as he brought his head up to examine the area around him, he saw no evidence of a hunt, only the smaller form of a young lioness who seemed to be bent over.. something. He couldn't tell from where he was standing, though he was intelligent enough to pinpoint the scent of blood as coming from her direction, no doubts about it.
Intrigued, he altered his path and made his way towards her, head low and eyes narrowed on what she was doing. It was quite the surprise when he got close enough to see exactly where the scent of blood was coming from though - a mangled, maimed little creature between her paws. Even more surprising was the fact that she was carrying on a conversation with the dead critter, using it like a puppet. For a moment, he simply paused, watching her go about what she was doing. It was certainly not what he'd been expecting, but the longer he watched, the more interested he was becoming.
"What exactly are you doing?" he asked inquisitively, his tone not at all accusing, but actually interested. Others would likely scream, run away, but not Do'al. Blood and gore were things he lived for, he was right at home watching this scene unfold.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:23 pm
Despite being mildly surprised at having been walked upon without her noticing, the lioness' barely showed it. She turned her head to look innocently over her shoulder at the stranger; her eyes fell upon the red hued body and she paused, instantly deciding she liked him, for no other reason than the fact he was red. Very bright red. He reminded her of the blood that spilled from her kills while they were still fresh, "Playing," she told him, blinking away the confusion that crept upon her features.
She'd grown up within the demon pride, though her skills and fixations had been cultivated before she'd ever been found and taken within their numbers. Thus so, the idea that he might be against what she was doing did not so much as cross her mind; instead, the confusion was due to the fact she thought it was clearly obvious what she was doing, "What are YOU doing?" it was not an accusation what so ever either, but rather, the question carried some sort of mischief to it, for some reason or another, "Did you come for a reading?" she turned to the head that she still head on her left paw, "Did he come to have his future read? What do you think?" comically, she leaned her head sideways and placed an ear near the dead critter's head, nodding ever so slightly, "I see, I see.... My my...." she continued this show for a while before she lifted her head, seemingly pleased with whatever it was the 'head' had 'told' her.
If anything, it was clear as day she was raving mad. Either that, or she was putting up a very good show indeed. It was hard to tell, though the spark of intelligence in her eyes seemed to indicate that it was likely a combination of both. Kipepeo had long since been driven mad by her seer powers, however, she still clung to some shreds of sanity. Enough to make her a worthwhile opponent if she so desired to make herself one... if not in the physical realm, at least in some twisted version of the mental realm.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 2:52 pm
"Playing?" he asked calmly, one brow quirking as he moved in a slow circle around her and the maimed corpse before her. He was still busy taking in the beauty of the situation, the pure grace and glory of such a creature coated in the blood of a kill. She had to have a heart as black as his own, or perhaps just lacked on entirely. He had never seen anyone that even remotely shared his sentiments, so he couldn't even begin to hazard a guess. Still, he wanted to dig deeper, find out what made her tick, what made her her. He was intrigued.
"I'm appeasing my inner demons," he said idly, shrugging the thought off, not even aware of what territory he was dangerously close to or that such ideas even existed. His was just a figure of speech. He dropped down in front of her, taking a deep breath of the sweet scent wafting up from the creature, eyes lidded partially. That was when she provided him with yet another piece of information to consider. A reading? What, pray tell, was that? "Perhaps I did," he said with a wicked smirk in place, stretching out limbs comfortably as he studied her. "What, exactly, would your reading here tell me?" And, more precisely, what did she do during this reading? He was naturally curious, always attempting to feed his intellectual hunger. The more one knew, the less there was to be surprised about.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 6:45 am
"Ahhhhh?" she asked as he mentioned appeasing his inner demons; for a moment, the female looked slightly confused, her head tilting to one side and then towards the other, as if the mere movement would allow her to comprehend the situation better. Having been raised in the demon pride, she'd been taught that unleashing said inner demon was the best thing she could do. He was talking about the opposite in a way. Not only that, but he was mentioning having several inner demons.
Kipepeo smiled.
It was such a sweet gesture one could have forgotten that she was holding a decapitated creature in one hand, "Inner demons, huh?" the smile turned into a smirk as she lowered her head, her bangs obscuring her eyes, the teeth she showed making her now look more maniacal than anything. Rather than answer his question, she lifted her paw again, moving the creature's head to face him, "A reading of your future of course," she made her 'puppet' say, "Want to know?"
As soon as that was said, she lifted her head again, sweet smile back in place, "You'll lead a good life, marry, have children and live a life of luxury and peace!" she allowed the words to hang over him for a moment before she continued, "Kiiiiiiiiiidding!" this time, she turned horribly serious; an expression that seemed to almost not fit her, "I see potential for chaos. Leadership. Adventure... there is no set future for anyone - it changes according to what we do. The visions have taught me that," lowering the head till if fell off her paw, she continued, "What would you do with that potential?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 8:06 am
The smile was certainly endearing, though if it had been on anyone else, he likely would have found it sickening. Something about a female able to smile while she was holding the dismembered head of a mutilated corpse changed it from sickening to endearing though, in the most disturbed sense. Only a heart like Do'al's could appreciate that in another soul, he was fairly sure. Oh well, he had always loved the strange and disturbed things in life. What reason was there to like the same things as everyone else? That certainly didn't make one stand out, it didn't make one different, it just made one the same as everyone else. If Do'al was anything, he was unique, in a revolting sense perhaps, but he reveled in it.
"I'd love to know," he said with a smirk plastered over his maw, waving a paw in the direction of her headless little friend in a gesture for her to get on with it. He had to admit that he was curious if she was actually a real diviner, or one of the many impostors he had encountered during his travels. A true diviner would be something even more interesting, it would make her that much rarer, and perhaps would be the key to why she was so intensely warped. Visions, he had come to notice, at least of the intense variety, often did many odd things to the mental state.
At her first blurb, his nose wrinkled in a touch of disgust. If that had been her true forecast, he would have marked her as an impostor and moved along, despite her affinity for mangling. He was never very fond of fakes. Her joking attitude sparked at just the right moment though and his frown creased back into the smirk, then faded into curiosity as he watched her grow serious. "Chaos, adventure, leadership?" he chuckled, a deep, dark sound as he considered this. It was that moment that he decided she must truly be real at her game, as he had not given her much reason to suspect that was his path, and yet she had said it without hesitation.
"Well, I do love chaos, and what is chaos without an adventure? Leadership, though, I had never truly planned." For a moment, his mind wandered, toying over all the possibilities. He brought a paw up, stroking it over his chin, eyes half-lidded in his thoughts. Then, he let his gaze roll to look at her, his smirk cracking across his features once more, though a hint of his more maniacal demeanor was shining through. "What do you think, love? What would a lion aligned to chaos do with a path of leadership and adventure?" Oh, he could see a lifetime of entertainment, surely he could.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 11:00 am
The seriousness dissolved once more and the lioness stuck her tongue out at him childishly, "That's for no one to know and us to find out!" the words made no sense, yet her expression made it clear that she meant every single one of them; funny how she's changed from 'you' to 'us' in a heartbeat. either she had decided something already in her warped little mind or she had slipped up.
Finally deciding to stand up from her sitting position, the lioness began to shake herself off... sadly it didn't do much good, for the blood that clung to her had mostly dried up during their conversation (not to mention most of it had been from the torture session from a while before). When her eyes met his again, all trace of the seriousness and the madness were gone; all that was left was a sweet looking girl (albeit bathed in blood) whom despite all evidence... didn't look like she could hurt a fly. In a way, that made her all that much worse, for it gave her the advantage of surprise when facing others.
Then again, at the same time, the whole situation might have indicated at the fact Kipepeo... simply didn't know she was twisted or evil. She had nothing to compare herself again and no way of knowing that what she was doing was 'wrong'. Without a guide, she was a tainted soul, happy to sit in a pool of blood, watching the chaos around her, "Shall we find out?" she inquired, extending the paw she'd previously been using forward, as if expecting him to place his against hers, almost the equivalent of a hand shake.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 12:19 pm
A brow quirked at the obvious altering of her referral; no longer was it 'he', it was a 'them'. Had something passed in this altercation that he had not seen? It seemed so, no doubt, for he was aware that she was suddenly connecting herself to him in a sense that no one else would have. Strange that where others would have shied away from his obvious mentality, she sheltered herself in it. Like attracts like, he supposed.
As he watched her, saw her transform from the demented state of a twisted diviner, to that of someone almost naive, the remains of his black, shriveled heart gave an unidentifiable little twist. She was something to be sheltered and tended with care. She had potential in her, potential to be beautiful in all the ways that Do'al saw beauty in the world. For the first time, it was not a smirk that spread across his maw, but a smile instead - deep and terrible, giving hint to all the dark, wicked thoughts that tossed inside his head. Oh, but he could nurse the darkness in her, he could make her his companion, better suited to him than even the one of flesh and blood the fates had seen fit to give him at birth.
"I think we shall," he said with a wicked chuckle, pushing himself slowly to his paws and shaking out his mane. Dark and red, like the blood pooled and drying beneath their paws from the small corpse, like the blood caked on her own legs. Instead of placing his paw against hers, he reached out to set it on her cheek, crimson eyes staring into ones like them. "I think we shall," he repeated, his terrible smile in place as he turned back towards the direction he had come.
He didn't know her name, she didn't know his (unless she had seen it), but none of that mattered. He had found a like soul, a like mind, a companion - one he could twist to suit his needs with very little effort required on his part. Oh, but some days Chaos did have his best intentions in mind.
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Posted: Fri Feb 13, 2009 12:41 pm
While he saw beauty in her, Kipepeo saw... well, in all honesty, she wasn't sure what it was she saw in him. All that she knew and all that mattered was that she liked him, if for no other reason than the fact he was blood red and it entertained her to spend her time with him (at least, if the encounter was any indication). She needed no real logic for her thoughts, and didn't bother to find any real need to attach herself to him other that it pleased her to do so.
"Yes!" the single word was chirped innocently up at the stranger whose name she didn't even know. The young adult was happy to merge her fate with his regardless, for whatever demented reason. Her mind didn't even pause to think back upon her adoptive father or her pride; they would miss her, yes, but she'd come back with stories to tell them. Information was power, and Kipepeo saw it fit to grasp for that power.
Rather than retract from his touch as he placed his paw on her cheek, the lioness closed her eyes and leaned briefly against it, very much like a young, innocent, helpless kitten would have it's human owner. There was trust in that touch, and while she was readily giving it to him, it wasn't something she'd given many lions before. She chose to connect herself to only those she liked. She'd liked what she'd seen... and so she chose to hand herself over. Finally leaning away, she looked off to the horizon; it'd been so long since she'd roamed, and now she was grown and ready to take the world as her own.
They would play a game with the world, and they would doubtlessly come out the winners.
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