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 Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 6:34 pm
 She left the meeting in slightly higher spirits than expected, pawsteps light and nigh but silent on the wet grass. Snow was beginning to melt, and she amused herself with the thought that perhaps it was fleeing from Death's impending march towards destiny - even Nature feared him! She gave a low, almost guttural chuckle under her breath, almost blended in with the shadows. See how Thanatos gave her the job of scouting ahead! See, Shinsa! He might not ever express a preffered femme from the pair, but oh, Bital knew that it had to be her in his heart of hearts. A lowly omega sprung to beta power, who so willing followed his orders and sought after his safety!
And Shinsa? Shinsa had to be saved from a wild animal to even notice her god. Pah! Bital was certain she held only a hero-victim admiration for Death, that it paled in comparison to the love she herself had for her alpha - the kind that she had worked for. It was a private joke that the pallid purple beta knew Thanatos enjoyed in secret as well, to lead on Shinsa so; Bital almost felt pity for her. And if he felt the need to lead on Athena as well in his pleasures, well, let him do as he pleased; it was all fun and games to him anyway, and she had to respect that. She settled into a lower crouching position and began to scent after a hare she had just stumbled upon, pale eyes gleaming with personal, inward satisfaction of her supposed knowledge of all things.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 7:34 pm
Skipping over stick and stone, Grimmjow followed the smokey purple female as silently as a specter, his grin stretching his maw wide. He so enjoyed stalking her, just her. Not the red one, no no no. Shinsa was an angry, angry wolf, and anger didn't amuse him. But Bital? Bital was deluuuuusional.
He bit back a giggle, the bone mask adorning his jaw making his wild cyan eyes glint madly. Was he the only one that saw Oh Lordy Lord's game? Death tugging the heartstrings of his oh-so-faithful-and-loyal betas amused Grimmjow SO MUCH. Really, females. They disgusted Grimm. And yet . . .
He raked his gaze over Bital.
Delusions were not the only thing she had going for her.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 11:10 am
Mm, yes, I can smell . . . I can smell rabbit. Could you stalk so patiently, Shinsa? Bital thought with a wide smirk, lighter paws pressing the ground gently and with little sound. Could you hold your anger and blinding passion back enough to actually hunt? Oh, if only you could see me now, already so close to his heart, to make you roil with jealousy and envy at our feet . . . It seemed that Bital truly was struck with moonshine, drunk on her fantasies - not exactly the best thing to be when hunting. She did not realize there was an audience to her quiet musings, eyeing the flash of pale fur up ahead. Flashes.
A warren out for a quick nibble while the world slept. Time for eternal sleep, delicious. She cautiously made her way forward, eyes gleaming with hunger. Quietly . . . quietly . . . They nibbled with only minor concern as rabbits always is, long ears twitching this way and that constantly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:16 pm
The rabbits caught his eye, and he giggled quietly at her almost drunken wandering. She was quiet, yes. But, he was quiet, fast, -and- benefited from not being feverishly besotted with their Alpha.
His lanky form darted forward, moving in a wide but swift and silent arc around Bital, his goal on the rabbits munching ahead. If he timed it right, they would meet at exactly . . . the same . . . time . . .
He launched his white form, coming down on a fat, hapless rabbit and snapping it's back before it could even utter a terrified squeal.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 12:28 pm
Indeed, just as he leapt, so too did Bital. Ravenous, fueled with utter neccesity to please her alpha, she was launched upon the nearest rabbit, a fellow who looked as though his last feeding had been too successful. He was closest to the hole out of caution, yes, but fatty flesh was nothing compared to the rake of fangs; in an instant its neck was pierced with a half-wail, and the others scattered with mad thumps away into the forest, darting into the shadows, into other hidey holes. What a pitiful life it had to be.
Bital stood over her kill and licked her jaws clean of blood, staving off her hunger as she looked to the pale figure who had synced his hunt with hers, the shock of azure hair and strange jaw-like accessory instantly recognizable. "Grimmjow," she said flatly. Gods. "What, couldn't catch your own kill somewhere else? Thanatos asked me to hunt, not you." She had never found herself liking the male purely by his association with Krishna.
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