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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:59 pm
Bracelets jingled as they struck the silver surface piercings of the white and black fox meandering her way swiftly through the dense forest. She had a ghastly aura about her, age finally catching up with her. Her grey eyes glanced around as she continued prowling knitting an intricate path through the forest, concealed by the shadows. She was in no hurry. For the past few months she simply wandered aimlessly throughout the lands, trying to avoid the issues that remained at home. In fact, she had absolutely no idea where she was anymore...
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:52 am
His large ears pricked as the sounds, scents that drifted into his nostrils. There was a familiarity about the air, the scent that came to him, the one he wandered towards. The two hooked claws at the ends his wings kneaded and shifted, as if tearing into some unknown flesh. Or imagining such.
What was she doing here? That vixen rodent. The ground slowly scored with every heavy step the large winged fox made. Distantly he heard that absurd jingling of her modifications, Dorchet wondered how that fox managed to hunt and survive with all that sound. To him the thought of every rabbit and worm that would be prey to her running away at the sound of those bracelets was amusing; the tip of his tail twitched and swayed as evidence of it. He had bracelets, rings, bangles, and managed to always approach silently. It was the smell of burning that alerted prey to him.
Soon, sure enough the black form of the fox came into his crimson sight from the shadowy mounds of the forest, as he approached those shadows were illuminated by the dull flames of his paws.
His maw twisted into that of a sneer, or smirk and a light snarl came out. "A bit too far from your little home, aren`t you, rat?" The `Daeva questioned in a sympathetic coo, however sarcasm dripped from those pointy elongated teeth. "Are you lost, or have you simply finally gone insane?" The sour tang tone his voice finally struck as he rounded about the vixen, as if looking for a tasty spot to strike on his new found prey. For the `Daeva, the words could have been an equivalent of 'good evening, how are you?' Or, 'fancy seeing you here'. He simply had neither the patience or kindness to utter such words.
Dorchet`s circling soon stopped, appearing to have found nothing of interest, the larger fox sat down on his haunches, his tail slowly swaying at his side, his wings, folding.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:11 am
||Sorry about the short first post. I had to leave before I was finished with it. x.x||
Akuma's gaze lifted to see a very unpleasant sight... A red 'Daeva she knew a bit too well for her own good. His golden modifications shimmered in the sunlight along with his white horn. She let out a silent sigh, grey eyes glaring harshly at the unwanted company. A smirk formed on her face. "Most likely I've gone insane, darling," she replied, laying down before him, crossing her white paws. "After all, I happened to have kits with this certain, red 'Daeva. Perhaps you know him." Akuma's eyes fell to the golden tribe tattoo on Dorchet's shoulder. "He's a member of the Bamboo Tribe." Her smirk faded, her expression hardening into a very serious one. "I'm sure you remember."
If this wretched 'Daeva didn't remember, she might just tear out his throat. It was terribly difficult for her not to do so at the very moment she laid eyes on him. To think that she had patched up his wing when that vixen... what was her name... Kage! Yes, Kage, To think she had done that when Kage tore his wing was an awful thought for her. Why did she do that? Was it out of pure pity? And how did it get to this point where they had a litter of three and were ready to brutally maul each other?
Akuma shook her head, dismissing the thought, resting her head on her paws. "Well Dorchet. Do you remember. I really hope you do."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 8:54 pm
[ooc// No problem ~ xDD
I`m just loving writing long-ish things right now]
The moment the words began to part from that white maw of hers, the moment his nose crinkled in aggravation and irritation. What the hell did she just call him? Darling? Darling..? His heavy red paws kneaded and tore at the fleshy moss covering the ground. The only meaning he agreed to with that statement that she spoke was that she was indeed insane, the only answer he gave to that was a snort and a small roll of his auburn eyes. Did that give him the right to end her misery and existence? This world didn`t need so many insane foxes.
However all sarcastic attitude snapped from his mind the instant she went on to speak about kits and red `Daeva. That... Was more than he wanted to acknowledge. Of course he had heard a litter of kits had been bore to this fox that didn`t belong to that annoying snow crazed Kinovu fox. Of course he knew some of them may have been `Daeva themselves. Did he care? If he cared he would have made a point of intruding earlier.
As the black vixen went on to describe this said `Deava, his crimson wing folded over his shoulder as if to shelter the shimmery tattoo. This time a growl emitted from his throat. "I can`t recall. Besides..." He spoke flicking his tail out as he slowly rose to his paws. "That sounds too much like a personal problem to me... Far, very far from my interest, little rodent." The `Daeva concluded as a smug expression fell on his face. "Do I remember? What is there to remember? The stupid little vixen who treaded into land she shouldn`t have and ended up getting herself another litter of worthless kits?"
He held little to no respect for this little fox. And, of course he remembered the incident with his wing, and it was this same vixen whom had tended to him. What would give her clearance for his respect? She got his kits, that should be concidered enough in his eyes. Dorchet watched her with a hawk like expression.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 12:46 pm
Akuma scoffed at his next comment. Treading into lands she shouldn't have? She couldn't believe this arrogant wretch. Of course he remembered, she knew that much. "Worthless... Maybe they are. None the less, they're your 'worthless kits,'" she stated with a bit of a shrug. It was very hard to control her temper at this time with this... thing sitting before her. She lifted her head from her paws, tail swishing from side to side. Her ghastly grey eyes narrowed at him. "I know where one of them got his... horrid personality," she said with a slight hiss. These kids were wanderers, wanderers with no tribe, and Akuma had run into the oldest, Osoreru, on numerous... rather unpleasant occasions. He was so much like Dorchet, in the worst ways. It was horrid.
And it was all his fault. All his bloody fault. If he hadn't run into her at that time, at that place, and burned those plants, these kits wouldn't exist, which may be the better for the two of them. Maybe some actually enjoyed their company, but now she had a connection to Dorchet other than being an awful adversary, and these three kits proved that.
Akuma flexed her claws, flipping her hair to her side. "Well, Daddy, don't you want to meet the wretched scum you brought to the world? Don't you want to meet your kids?" An acidic tone was twined with that last word. Kids. She doubted Dorchet even knew what that actually meant. But what was done was done, and she couldn't change that, no matter how much she bitterly cursed it.
||Same here, actually. I'm in the mood for writing long posts. >3||
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:44 pm
Dorchet`s lips peeled back into a sneering smirk.. His long red tail strangely, gracefully, swaying from side to side, a very slow and patient gesture from the otherwise turbulent creature. To him, this was almost humoring, how worked up this little rodent of a vixen got over such a petty matter.
So what.. They had kits. Get rid of them..
To him, it was just simple.
If the fiery male wanted a thing to due with thier pathetic existence, like he had before thought, he would had made a point in showing up before instead of waiting for this wretch of a fox to find him. Once again ending up where she shouldn`t. His long ears pricked at the mention of personality, and his interest rose an ounce. "Horrid personality? Perhaps I should meet him, and kill him before he takes my traits." The `Daeva cooed out. His swaying tail became harsher and more meaningful. "No one told you to keep them, you could have dropped them in the forest." The fox spoke shifting to his haunches in a crouch, as if he were to spring forward at any moment and tear the vixen apart. "Unless..." The venomous tone drawled out. "They mean something to you." Amusement returned to him as his swaying tail flicked and lifted.
Her question made him chuckle and slowly Dorchet rose to his paws. "Meet? For what reason, give them to that ridiculous mate of yours, he seems to like to baby things around." A dead tone left his throat as his tail gave one last flick, turning away before he had finished his words.
[ooc// 8DD It`s fun ~ xD]
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:30 pm
Akuma laughed lightly, claws scraping the ground in front of them. "Dear, ignorant Dorchet, you're forgetting the child I speak of is a 'Daeva himself. He could definitely deal with you if necessary..." Her grey eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head to one side. "Come to think of it, Dorchet, I've never actually seen you fight. The last fight I know you got yourself into was the one with Kage and as I remember you clearly lost that fight," she said, her own lips curling back over her teeth. A light chuckle escaped her. "And come to think of it, I did leave them in a forest all by their lonesome. The kids have proved themselves to be quite resilient if you ask me. And maybe they do mean something to me. I'm not ashamed of it... Too much..."
Akuma sighed, turning her head away as she remembered Kinovu. Did he even know about her affair with Dorchet? Did he know about Osoreru, Levi, and Esemono? Did he know about anything? What would he think about it all? She had not the slightest clue. She couldn't even remember the last time she had seen him. How far had she strayed from home? Would home welcome her back now? She bit her lip, the torrents of thoughts overwhelming her. She knew the 'Daeva would mock her now, and honestly, she didn't care.
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