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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 5:32 pm
Scorching eyes the colour of wildfire glanced suspiciously around. The Neko wasn't about to let her guard down. Her ears flicked, and she drew in large breaths of air, scenting the area for that peculiar scent.
She was being pursued. She knew it.
Kirara also knew that whomever chased her was no ordinary fox. 'Youkai? Perhaps.' Her ears quivered and twitched. It wasn't necessarily out of fear that she ran...but something more. Instinct drove her to flee the fox she had gotten a brief look at. All she knew was that danger hung around...him? like a shroud. It was in the very way he held himself, the way he moved. Fluid. Graceful. ...deadly. A predator, like herself, yet it seemed his eyes had settled upon her...not that she could immediately tell. His sunglasses hid his eyes.
Her ears could pick up her own heartbeat, fluttering rapidly from her speed. Like hummingbird wings, it beat furiously within her chest, as if it might tear itself free at any moment. The sound made her slow, expression darkening at the thought of her racing heart.
Pride drove her now. It was Pride that made her carefully stop in a large clearing and scan her surroundings with what could only be described as an imperious, scrutinizing air. No more. No more would she run. Unless she was severely outclassed by that which pursued her. She was Neko; not some whimpering mouse!
Whomever it was would not be far behind, if the earlier skill displayed at keeping up to her was any indication. She had not exactly pressed herself...though it could have seemed that way. Would this...being perceive her as weak and exhausted? The edge of her lip lifted in disdain, the short, sharp fangs peeking out. So the Nekomata waited, wary and guarded. 'Come then.'
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:41 pm
Whoever it was to first state 'the thrill of is in the chase, not the quarry' was by far the world's biggest fool. There was nothing thrilling about barely pushing one's boundaries and while the target was fast he was much faster. Overtaking her would have been easy for the fox but he liked to remain one of life’s many mysteries. In a way it was like a game of cards. Would one find oneself grinning at a good hand or remain impassive.
Until one found the right moment to... Spring!
With ill-conceived grace Wesker cleared over the top of a bush, paw nor tail causing a quiver among its frail branches. He did not pant, did not breath or grunt with excursion. A tireless perfect machine running under its parameters. The only sound to follow in his wake was the sound of his rippling coat. Not that it bothered him, oh no. Rather he enjoyed the thought of the panic it might instill in the target's heart as he drew near.
Fiery orbs blazed, the preternatural glow dulled by the black shades that sat upon his muzzle, ears twitching at the sound of snapping silk ahead. What would everyone think of him in this moment of cat and mouse? Away from his lab, in the light of day. It was almost normal.
Perhaps.
Brows drew downward together in a knot as his pace slowed automatically to match her own. Now what was this? To have come so far only to stop as far from help as possible. He entertained thought of a trap before dismissing it. This female had all the reason to fear him but he had not declared himself her enemy just yet. He hoped that she would have more intelligence than Chris at the very least.
Wesker relaxed his expression as his walking gait carried him to her. Maybe the vix had given up, tired and exhausted from her run? If that were the case he would be thoroughly disappointed. He had watched her, hand picked her from a dozen others and for her to run out endurance so soon would push his research back to phase one. He would have to admit to being wrong and he was never wrong.
Seeing her come into view he drank in her form. Not exhausted, he noted with a smirk. It seemed she wanted to meet him head on. Very well.
"You've given me quite the trouble this morning." He muttered darkly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 11:25 am
His steps might have been quiet as he slowed to a walking pace, but the Neko-Youkai's keen ears picked the crunch of snow up long before he appeared, like black mist, from between the trees. He was imposing. And he made her heart race again by his confident, methodic steps. It was an unfamiliar, unwelcomed feeling, this fear. Defiant of it, her eyes blazed and her head came higher.
'...it feels like I'm staring at death.' She thought before scoffing to herself. He was powerful and dangerous, undoubtedly. But she was no weak koneko. Her tails bristled and puffed slightly before easing back down.
A wicked gleam of light came to her eyes at his uttered words. She'd caused him trouble? That pleased her. By his voice, underneath the dark tone, she could easily guess he was a cultured individual; refined, but not necessarily noble. It matched with the way he moved. Behind his sunglasses, though she couldn't see, she imagined he was looking straight at her; his other senses would be attuned to her as well, but also to the surroundings. If she could hazard a guess, he was very much like herself in this manner.
"I find it difficult to be troubled by that. I live to please myself and select few others. You do not make that list, currently." There was a pleased disdain to her voice; confronting him was proving to be tricky, but easier than she thought for now.
Twin tails flicking from side to side; not necessarily agitated, but movement to keep herself grounded and aware. The sunglasses annoyed and unnerved her; she wanted to see his face unimpeded by those meddlesome things. She realized a reason he wore them, though. If there were any tells at all, it would not show through them. He could be as cold and callous as he wanted to, but the shades amplified it. He was untouchable. Unreadable. She stilled her movement, as if poising to flee, just to see if a reaction could be provoked, or whether he was cautious as well.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:34 pm
In the moment of silence before she responded, Wesker studied her. His blazing, odd eyes skimming over every inch of her; memorizing, breaking the form down in his mind, twisting it mentally like he did so many of his other projects before even touching it. She was going to be a challenge. A worthy one. His lips curled up into a slightly ferocious smirk--one he quickly removed from his expression--brought on by his thoughts. Her unknown origin promised much in the way of his studies; he could tell by those large fiery eyes staring so defiantly back at him. The conflicting emotions swirling in her gaze--looking into those eyes, he supposed it was true, that they were the windows to the soul and a person's most powerful emotions--almost brought another twisted smirk to his face, though his expression stayed cold. Calculating. Hard. Blank.
His ears barely twitched, swiveling forward as she spoke. His jaw tightened, the only sign of the slight agitation he felt. "Ah," he said, the flat tone conveying worlds of his own disdain. "Well, then, I suppose I will have to place myself at the top of your so-called 'list', then, hmm?" He mocked, his hollow tone taking on a shadow of the pleasant disdain her voice had had. He honestly didn't care what she thought; he was taunting her. She would succumb, just like all the ones before her.
She was brave, though. By all means she was braver than anyone he had faced like this. Even Chris. He guessed she had some form of weaponry on her being, but she didn't stand with them pointed at him from the second her gaze had landed on him. This thought thrilled him as well, and his coldly blank expression faltered, his lips the only thing that betrayed him as they curved into another smile--or, at least, what he could manage as a smile. It was... unnerving to most. Twisted. Dangerous.
And then she began to twitch those tails of hers, and froze. In a position that screamed she would flee. His gleeful smile faded a quickly as it had come. His eyes flaring brightly behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses.
He had hoped she would continue to meet him head on. It intrigued him. Oh, yes, he enjoyed chasing her. Took delight in the sound of that delicate silk snapping so violently in the wind as she raced frantically away from him. But this? This was so much better. Being able to see the emotions flutter across her face. Watch as those impossible eyes danced with the fire of fear and defiance. And pride. So much pride. Knowing that he was the one that would conquer that all encompassing pride, that was what gave him such a sense of self satisfaction and dominance as he looked at her now.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 3:53 pm
Kirara found that the smirk that dawned on his face was unnerving. Moreso perhaps, because she could not see his eyes...even if the potential for the emotion from them might multiply the sensation. She steeled herself against it, hardened her gaze slightly, and sniffed.
"You may attempt. I doubt you'd get far." She spoke with derision, clearly putting forth the idea that he was beneath her. The few she would be so happy to please, despite being more humble than him, were far more important and far higher than he.
He could have been the specks of dirt that marred the snow's appearance, for all she viewed him as.
Despite her scornful approach to her response, she was keenly aware of him; and the fact she was mocking him could provoke a rather...nasty reaction. But, she was neko; she would not break under his assault. But she would keep her secrets from him. Instinct screamed that if he knew—well... Kirara didn't want to dwell on the accompanying thought. The slow, almost sensual smile that slithered across his face might have made her shiver; she prided herself on having more control than that. She held herself still, regal. Regarding him almost disinterestedly.
Until his smile fell when she froze, poised.
A wicked smirk flashed over her mouth, sharp fangs visible, just a few brief seconds. Her posture relaxed with it, tails twitching and writhing almost gleefully.
If she could say anything, right now... Kirara knew she would love to displease this male. It brought her a sense of satisfaction she hadn't known in quite some time. The nekomata knew she caught him; he would be discontent with her if she ran. It was information she tucked away. She would run, if she needed to.
But her pride, formidable as it was, demanded she stay.
So she did not tear away from him. Her pose, however, became somewhat arrogant. Testing. Teasing.
And, as much as she detested the expression: she double-dog-dared him.
The fact she lacked his eyes to decipher his true intent still unnerved her. If she could hazard a guess, it would rightly be he wanted her for some reason she had yet to fathom. He still smelled of still, musty air, but the longer he lingered in the crisp air outside, the more the metallic smell softened, and she could smell him. Emotions had their own smell. Fear, a sharp tang. Anger, bitter and hot. A wide range, that her nose could pick up...just not from him. Not just yet. She could say he was mildly agitated, though...and it pleased the nekomata to no end.
Kirara's ears perked and her eyes lit from within. A battle of wit, and will. She did not intend to lose.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:58 am
Wesker kept his gaze locked with hers, staring into the depths of those eyes that came so close to his own. He wondered, idly, if she realized that that hard determination glaring back at him was what drove him now. It pushed at him. Called to him. Promised him great, powerful things. Shoving away that thought, he guessed she most likely didn't or else she'd have turned tail--he supposed the more fitting word would be tails, in this case--and fled again. Yet she stood before him still; her posture still screaming that she wanted to run and that wondrous pride still held her in place.
He listened intently as she spoke again, that dark smile finally returning to his lips as he chuckled in twisted amusement at her words and tone. "My dear, I will do more than attempt," he purred, his voice rolling past his lips like a dark river. Cold and almost sensual.
He could almost hear what she was thinking. Could feel the superiority rolling off of her in waves. It was too bad he was going to have to squash that out of her in the--hopefully--near future. He rather liked her high sense of self. It amused him.
Turning his eyes away from her, he pretended to survey their surroundings. He knew she had changed her pose, knew there was a smirk on her own lips that only amplified the one he now wore. She thought by relaxing around him that it would spur him into some sort of action. Oh, no. Wesker was patient. He would take him time playing with her, coaxing her, until he got what he wanted. After all, he didn't want to damage the female unless he absolutely had to.
Casually, he took a step toward her. Testing how close he could get before she ran. Of course, it would be no problem if she did. He knew he could out run her, which would make it easy for him to catch her. Again, though, he would rather she stay and fight, so to say.
He turned his gaze back to her, that smile still playing on his lips. She looked as if she had stumbled onto some great treasure at that moment, as she shifted her stance into an arrogant lean. A slow, dark, rumbling laugh pulled from his throat and he tilted his head down slightly, glancing over his sunglasses as his eyes flared in amusement. He knew that movement had probably given her a glimpse of his eyes as he lifted his head again, but that had been his plan. She clearly did not know with whom she dealt. That had possibly given her an idea.
He took another graceful step forward. And another. His movements were slow, winding. Like a dance meant to seduce and stun.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 3:26 pm
The neko youkai sniffed, haughty.
"Then you should prepare yourself for failure." She intoned, voice flat, as though she was bored with him already. In a sense, she was. He thought to play cat-and-mouse with her? He dared to think he could worm his way into the space reserved for those she cared about most? He was doomed, surely even he could see that. He was cold, driven...and while those she loved were not without drive, they were...more. Just more.
Slitted eyes narrowed as Kirara watched him; this [mostly] silent, dangerous fox. Just who was he?
Her ears came up as he took a casual step towards her. Her lips twitched in amusement, but she took a deliberate step...not away, but to the side. Taming the growl that was already rumbling in her chest, she held her silence admirably, squashing the sound before it had a chance of escape.
Still arrogant, she stared him down... The laugh unnerved her slightly, but the fact he let her see his eyes surprised her more. An ear flickered back, then both perked somewhat. Curious. His eyes were like her own, but...
"You are no demon." Kirara spoke; each word carefully emphasized. The nekomata was not pleased, though nor was she distressed. She'd witnessed his speed, his grace...though she now suspected only a portion of it.
That was fine. She hadn't been running at full-tilt, either. The embarrassing hummingbird-speed of her heart had been real, though. Being chased wasn't something she experienced every day...
"Your stench isn't that of a demon. ...just what are you?"
The question was carefully calculated. "What" implied no interest in him specifically. Had she asked "who", it would have let him know he still intrigued her...and that would not do.
He started to move again. Deliberately, she matched him, keeping her distance, but not fully retreating, either. She sized him up, more than she already had. This not-demon moved akin to one...had eyes like her own.
And he truly thought he could play with her?
Truly?
She could have scoffed at that. She would not squeak and beat a retreat with her tails tucked beneath her belly like some smelly inu. She was nekomata. She had powers she carefully concealed—kept hidden unless in the most dire of circumstances, and she'd give him an unerringly shocking surprise if he thought he had the situation under his paws.
Expression pulling into a half-frown, half-disdainful snarl, Kirara twitched her tails back and forth; motions abrupt and almost wrathful. Let him dare, then. She would not give her secrets up so easily, but she had more than fiery spirit on her side.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 9:19 am
"Failure?" he murmured, the word rolling off his lips with all the disdain of a foul taste. "I doubt that."
With a small smile, he crept a few pawsteps forward before perching elegantly on a fallen branch. He could sense her displeasure at his presence; could feel it like the heavy weight of Atlas's burden.
He watched, patience wearing thin, as her expression changed. It flowed perfectly, beautifully from that persistent arrogance to simple curiosity. It suited her, in his opinion. Her large eyes were not shaped for hard looks.
"Demon?" Wesker chuckled, shaking his head, "No, I am no demon. They are pathetic things. Most of them aren't strong enough to handle even the smallest...." He broke off, focusing back on the female before him.
Flicking an ear, he scoffed, squaring his shoulders. "I am the future," he smiled again, rising to his paws before darting to her side. He moved with an almost imperceptible speed. His tail curled around her as he leaned down, pressing his lips to her sensitive ear. "Your future," he whispered, flicking the tip of his tail at her throat.
Satisfied, he moved back to his perch with the strange speed he possessed. That arrogant, self confident, dark smirk pulling at his lips once more.
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 5:42 pm
Kirara - proud Nekomata, a demon in her own right - felt herself stiffen and the fur upon her back seemed to crawl beneath her kimono. He dealt her several grievous insults, and suffice to say...she was not pleased. Her jaw tensed and she ground her sharp teeth together to prevent herself from snapping and learning what he could do - painfully - before she was ready to find out.
"Not all demons are created equal. Perhaps you've merely ran into the weak and unworthy." She hissed out. If he thought her weak, she'd do her best to make this day and any others hell for him. She swore it to herself right now.
An ear flicked forwards as he trailed off and spoke again. The smile that slid over his features like poison unnerved her. When he stood on his branch, the deadfall she had perched on, she knew something would happen. The Neko just didn't know he would dare to dart up beside her.
She didn't stiffen, did nothing to give away her surprise, though a growl bubbled in her chest, just barely audible, and she bared her fangs. She did not move, but kept her eyes on him, even if it was uncomfortable. Kirara, unmoving save for the little changes, could do little else but let him speak and be prepared if it came to exchanging blows.
This musty - she thought in disdain, though the scent had nearly worn off completely - black-clad, foul, arrogant, dangeous, threatening, inconceivable...whatever he was, had the nerve to declare himself her future?
Her chin came up in avoidance to most of his 'fond' tail flick, and she didn't dare breathe out as he left her side as quickly and as unnervingly as he came to it.
"Continue dreaming." She intoned, voice deadpan and remarkably unshaken despite her close brush with him. Her tails flickered back and forth, and if she could have torn the smirk from his face, she would have. She could feel her temper - hot and unyielding - building up, but she didn't want it to cloud her judgment...not with him. With anyone else, perhaps, but she would be a fool to with him.
A slow, deep breath. A slow release, just as deep. She felt herself clear, just a little, and found herself straightening once again, haughtiness back.
"You may get what you want at all costs, at any other time. Bear in mind it is not so; not now." Her head tilted to the side, eyes alight with pride.
She'd die before she gave in if this was the road they were to travel down. He did not frighten her terribly so far, and though he struck her as powerful and dangerous...she would resist if he continued this, or ventured into physical brutality.
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