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 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:11 am
Satomi had given up with the mortal realm, apparently all males weren't all that male and all females were male. It seemed the whole mortal realm had some serious gender confusion issues! She did however enjoy hunting, in fact she had just finished a hunt, not that she ate what she hunted but she felt she should hunt. Someone who needed it would eat later.
The only issue she had with hunting is that now her beautiful white coat was stained with blood. She didn't mind the taste of blood but she couldn't be bothered to sit and wash herself for hours, not today. Anyway whats the harm in looking a mess down here? No one seemed to know how they were suppose to act! So instead she headed towards the water hole she knew was near by, there she could have a nice bath and cool off at the same time.
Maybe something more interesting would happen today... maybe? Unlikely...
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:37 am
Tanaka had his own motivations for the hunt. He hunted prey for the pure pleasure of the act of killing, the sweet sound of the screams of death, the scent of precious blood as it drained away life. He did not need to eat, and yet he did, savoring the taste of flesh and blood, the crunch of bone in his jaws. Run, run now, the cruel beast is on the prowl.
For the moment at least, the prey was safe, at least the prey that had not just fallen at his paws, torn to shreds and devoured to leave nothing but an empty carcass for the vultures. His belly full, the beast was satisfied.
Large paws stepped heavy on the earth, the great beast seeking to quench another thirst, his nose turned to the air, the scent of water. Another time he might have flown, spreading his massive wings to terror of the life below. Ah, but today he has chosen to walk, to feel the land beneath his paws, to mar the earth with dark talons.
Oh yes, something interesting was making his way to that water hole. If only the goddess knew what was headed her way, perhaps she would have thought differently of her choice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:44 am
Satomi reached the water hole in rather quick timing, she didn't have the luxury of wings and though it really didn't bother her much sometimes she wished she didn't have to walk!
As she reached the water she walked in to it and rolled over, allowing the water to soak her to the skin. When she emerged she was dripping wet and probably looked more like a mess of a lion then femininity on paws. She wasn't too bothered but she did like to look her best when males were around and though she didn't know it yet there would be a male around very soon.
She heard him coming before she saw him as she was now laying letting the sun dry her fur. She was content enough but it sounded like some huge monster was about to arrive and drink the whole water hole. She opened her eyes and raised her head looking towards where the sound was coming from. Who was there?
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 9:11 am
He paid little attention to the goddess, save for a narrowed glance and a flick of his tail, the fur on his shoulders bristling. It was not a threat, but rather a warning, he was -not- in a mood for company (as if he ever was).
Wings folded tight against his back, Tanaka stepped toward the water, his head lowered to drink. Though his gaze seemed focused on the water, his senses remained alert, ears twitching, ever aware of the goddess' presence, as if he would lash out at the slightest hint of her approach.
Though his mood had certainly improved since the pain in his wings had finally vanished, he would never be mistaken for a social animal. He was big, he was mean, and he was a grouch. It may have been memory of that pain that caused him to hold his wings as he did, perhaps he had not yet grown used to the free use of his wings (oh how glorious it was to fly again).
Another lash of his tail, his thirst satisfied, Tanaka stepped into the water, letting the cool liquid soak into his fur, washing away the blood that had stained his hide (hah, as if he was going to sit there and lick himself clean like some stupid house cat).
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:28 am
Satomi flicked her tail as she watched the God arrive. He was quite the god and he held himself in such a strong manner.She watched him enter the water and smiled. He seemed, well male. Was it possible she actually came across a male that wasn't well gay?
"What's your domain?" She wasn't bothered about names, she could find that out later. His domain would tell her what she really wanted to know, whether or not he really was a proper male. She couldn't sense anything feminine from him like she had with others so that was something.
She sat up and walked to the waters edge again though she didn't go any closer to him, she just sat down and watched him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:42 pm
His eyes narrowed, a dark glare lowered on the goddess, tail lashing in the water as if it were an angry serpent. He did not wish for company, did not care for whatever conversation the goddess was trying to start, or even care to acknowledge her existence more than he already had. Stupid creature...
"I do not recall inviting you to ask such a stupid question."
His answer was spoken in a low growl, a flash of dangerous fangs echoing his words. Did she really expect him to answer?
The beast snorted, he did not take kindly to unwanted company or demanding questions. She was lucky he had not decided to tear her to shreds on the spot.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 1:50 am
She stared at him, did he think she was going to be scared of him? How stupid.
"I don't remember inviting you to be rude either. It was a simple question."
She flicked her tail, granted she would easily be ripped to shreds by him but she would come back again so she wasn't exactly scared of death. Maybe thats why she wasn't afraid of him. In fact, his aggressiveness was actually rather attractive - very manly.
"Oh and the question was hardly stupid unless you are the God of stupid." She wasn't normally this sarky but maybe it was because there was a god who wasn't giving her femininity vibes and well... was this her flirting? How odd.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 12:40 pm
A snarl split his maw, talons flexing beneath the water. How close was he to leaping from that water and tearing her limb from limb? Ah, but no, where would the fun be in that.
In an instant his expression had changed, dark laughter falling from his jaws. There was no amusement in his laughter, echoing with the chill of mocking and disdain, a terrifying, unnerving laughter that surely would have sent any mortal fleeing with their tail between their legs. She was bold, he would give her that.
Not that it changed her standings, he wanted no more to do with her than he had a moment before.
"Courtesy would dictate you introduce yourself first."
He spoke through his fangs, the irritation returning to his gaze. There was danger in that gaze, the thought of murder barely hidden beneath the surface.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 11:56 am
Satomi watched him unmoved by his laughter. She wasn't impressed by his words either. Yes he was male alright, stuck up his own backside.
"I am Satomi, Goddess of Femininity." She wanted to add some rude snide comment about how she was surprised he could see the sun with his head so far up his backside but she refrained as that wouldn't have been a very feminine thing to do and she did have more patience then that.
"So, who are you?" She kept her soft gentle tone that she always used. It was rare she got angry or annoyed. She liked this male, he was a male but she had clearly forgotten how arrogant males were. Oh well she would have to let it pass for now at least.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:54 pm
Arrogant? No, not especially (though he certainly did not lack confidence, Tanaka knew all too well the dangerous of underestimating another). Ill-tempered and angry at everyone and everything, that was about right. Though perhaps not so angry has he had been a short time ago. Still, he did not care for company, liked no one, he did not seek or wish for the presence of others except to torment them, oh how he relished in a good mind ********, his games of cruel torture and death.
Silence, several moments pasted, his dark gaze unmoving from the goddess. What dark intent lay lurking behind those eyes? What cruel and malicious thoughts?
"Conflict."
It was the only answer he gave, answering no more than the initial question. Had she wanted his name, she should have asked for that, though there was no guarantee he would give it.
It was then that he stepped from the water, his massive form rising from the water with each pawfall toward the bank. He was an enormous beast, far larger than any mortal, his build broad and powerful, a warrior...and a monster.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 3:03 am
She wasn't bothered about his name though she couldn't help but laugh when he eventually decided to speak. Conflict, hardly surprising, he would start a fight or argument with anyone he met the way he talks down at them.
"Hardly surprising you seem to incite fights or at least arguments with your rude brash words..." Yes she had no problem talking to him, she had problem even being rude to him though with most it wasn't something she was likely to do. She was hardly ever rude to anyone so this was something. However everyone makes exceptions and she could hardly see herself talking to him if she wasn't rude, he seemed uninterested in anything and everything. He lived for conflict? How boring.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:13 pm
Paws stepped on dry land, water streaming through his fur, cutting along the lines of muscle, highlighting his powerful build. With each step his gaze had not wavered, fiery eyes still leveled on the goddess who was now only a few feet away.
"I suggest you hold your tongue, unless you wish to lose it."
She thought she knew him did she? She had him all figured out? Hah! If only. If she thought such she would soon find few things, few lions, were as simple as she thought.
Of course, he would have been lying had he said he did not relish in violence. And yet, there were far worse fates than death, and far more entertaining games than simply fighting.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:49 am
"I am not scared of you." She said it simply and calmly in her sweet soothing voice. She really wasn't afraid of him, in fact the more he spoke the more she believed him to be somewhat big headed. At least he knew who he was, that at least was something.
"I can also speak feely, there is no law to say otherwise." Oh yes she was more then happy to talk. She enjoyed talking, in fact it was something she did quite often. Of course she enjoyed some things more then talking but she would talk if she felt like it. What else was there to do sometimes other then talk?
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 2:45 pm
The beast stepped forward, a prowling gait, malevolence in every step, the dark aura of his horrifying presence hanging over the ground like a hellish fog. She would come to fear him soon enough.
"And I can tear you limb from limb and dance on your entrails."
His voice was low, gaze dark. Did he intend to do as he said or was he simply making a point? He gave no hints to one answer or the other, no indication of his true intent, there was no knowing until the strike came or did not.
Even if one did not fear death the monster was still to be feared. A cruel, malicious beast, Tanaka relished in pain and torment, in tearing the mind and body to shreds, in making one wish for death. In his paws, death was an act of mercy.
Oh but there was much more to the beast than death and cruelty, more than the angry snarl on his maw. He was far from so easy to read, and perhaps, for the moment, he had something else in mind.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 7:39 am
Maybe Satomi was crazy or maybe even insane to stand before such a beast and find him attractive, behind all that arrogance and hate. She did not care if he hated her, for why should she? He was made to hate, it was written in his domain.
"Sounds interesting. However I would still come back and it really would rather ruin my looks." She didn't think herself beautiful though she did like how she looked. She loved her hair, she loved existing and knowing she would never die unless she decided gave her no issues. If he would kill her, she would just submit to it, boring maybe? Yes, that was how she was. Part of her built to submit to males that were indeed true males. That wasn't to say she wouldn't talk back, something she enjoyed but when it came to anything physical....
So as he came towards her, she stood her ground, proud and beautiful as she always was. She would let him have his way with her if that were the case, she would submit. Then if he left her alive, well who says she would ever see his arrogant face again? She may avoid him on purpose in the future, not because she disliked him but unlike him she really wasn't one for conflicts.
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