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 Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 1:54 pm
 Karloff was standing in the shadows, cleaning his feline type strap-on's. The fur was pristine, and he had, for whatever reason, adopted a more feline nature since acquiring them. In no way, were they fused to his body. He was not a skinwalker, he had decided against that long ago. However, this little charade gave him some sort of....well, he didn't know. Maybe it was safety? Maybe it was something else....But he knew that it covered his scars, and the less questions people asked about those, the better. He shook the snow off his coat, and looked around. He was very definately in a mood today. Something about the day bothered him...tugged at his memories.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 3:34 pm
 Males! Jerks!
Umbra scoffed recalling the horrid events upon meeting her father the first and only time. He had willingly hurt her. That was his stupid cat skin. She'd been left to bleed, her mother foolishly by her side distant as per usual. She was in a mood, a depressed and mad mood.
The shadows were her friends at times like these. Her shadows had no voice and they had no real control over her actions like they appeared to with her mother. They had a mood of their own and often flickered according to her emotions, more emotional emotions had them dancing like flames. Increasing and decreasing in visibility. She blended well with the shadows as she stalked along. Her armor akin to her fathers was the only thing that could stand out against her shadows.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 2:30 pm
Karloff continued to clean his paws, then roughly kicked his hoofs in the snow. The day was thoroughly irritating. He remembered his cave with his parents last year, snow freshly on the ground....then blood.
He shook the thoughts out of his mind, he didn't need to think about that. Blood...it was on his mind, in his every thought. First repulsion, then...intoxication. He wanted it, but he feared it.
Suddenly lifting his head, he listened for a noise. "Who's there?" He called it gruffly into the night.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 6:53 pm
Umbra didn't have the ghostlike walk that her mother had. She slipped through the forest. Snow was everywhere. It seemed to follow her. It was just about all she really saw. It swamped the mountains where she lived in layered the land as she walked now. She didn't mind the snow. It was cold but she barely felt it. Her tail flicked as she walked along.
Her home had gone quiet, she'd begun to feel trapped and like she was suffocating. Her mother had disappeared leaving with her mountain lion, leaving Umbra in the empty cave.
She wasn't so startled to hear a voice call into the night. She did not pick up her mothers lilted voice or her knack for a riddled sing song voice. Her voice was quiet and whisper like but it traveled like it should, clear to the ears. "Many are here. Animals of the night, birds of prey, those of the likes. And you too." She nodded to the side thinking about it. Not too sure she'd want to make any company on this night but being alone had set her forth from her home.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 12:00 am
Tilting his head, Karloff listened. The voice was so soft, but it carried well. It had a...unique sound to it. It was very distinct. He wanted to see her, match a face to the name. "Will you show yourself?"
He hated to admit it, but he was intrigued. Most weren't out on a night like this, but she was. It was a mystery to him, but he found it intriguing nonetheless.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 6:04 am
Umbra laughed a soft confident laugh though she felt in no way confident. Would she always feel this way when approaching a male? Worried and anxious. Thousands of questions threatened to overwhelm her with doubt, and urged her to turn tail and run. Determination to prove her doubt wrong or right would stay her foot. She'd either learn to take the chance and be happy or take the chance and have her doubt proven. A hard process but it had to be done. Or she could cowardly walk out on life and content herself in the background as her mother had but that wasn't in umbra, she'd face it head on until proven that it wasn't smart.
She ground her flat teeth together as if preparing to dive head first into a chilly river before continuing forward, careful to remain in shadow. She wanted to see who she was dealing with before she chose to show herself. "Nay, not so yet. I have the perfect position to flee should I so need it, as well as a slight element of surprise should I need that as well." She nodded her head softly knowing it was barely a surprise, If she got close enough her shadows combined with the shadows of the night would not disguise her armor glinting in whatever moonlight shown.
She rotated about where she believed the voice to have come from, another reason she really help no element of surprise cause she didn't even fully know where he was. She'd not admit it though, she frowned he was apparently apt at hiding with the shadows as well as she though she doubt he were as well suited for it as her. Sometimes it was as if her just blended with the shadows, her transparency a major factor to the role. "Whose to say you'll not attack me the moment I come into view? A girl must be wary, perhaps you should reveal yourself first?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 10:20 pm
Karloff was still at ease, his meetings and forays into darkness and horror had given him a bit of a relaxed air. He had learned, that there was only so much you can change and influence.
"Lies," he could hear something in her voice that made him say it. "I can smell your blood from here." It was true, there was a sweet, vibrant throbbing sound that pulsed deliciously. The fragrant smell of it appealed to him on some base level he'd been fighting for longer than he knew.
It had all transpired that night, that dreadful night....He could feel the anger burn stronger in him and he could barely stop a growl from escaping from his fanged mouth. "Come out, before I come for you."
He was in no mood for surprises, for traps...After all this time of avoiding others, the one he made no effort to run away from now stood just beyond his sight like some tasty appetizer. Intoxicating, sumptuous....But he did not kill, he did not hunt.
He shook out his man and let his front hoof appear from the shadows, "Good faith." The moonlight glinted off the clawed paw strapped to his leg, and the spotless white coat gleamed even more vibrantly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 1:50 pm
Umbra wanted to huff. Lies, he deemed to call her a liar claiming her words were lies. "It is true, while I may not hold the element of surprise I can still easily flee, You know not the size I am nor exactly where I am." He tail flicked as he spoke of blood. He smelled her blood. Though any wounds she'd ever had were healed and concealed, the nick on her cheek had healed from long ago when her father had dove to bite her, her shoulder had been cut worse then her cheek and it was covered by her armor. She cared not to ask how he could smell her blood though.
"If you came after me I'd merely slip away, as elusive and untouchable as the shadows." A daring taunt but it had been meant as a fact rather then a taunt. She was petite like her mother, smaller then you average regular mare and bigger then a flutter. She shook her mane and contemplated her options. A. Flee. B. Taunt her company (A tempting tryst of a game) C. Do what he asked and 'OBEY'
A wasn't a tempting choice by any means. B was quite delighting but it would risk her own safety since she knew not what she was dealing with in the male. C didn't sound appealing at all for it held no fun.
She sighed and he put forth a hoof. She knew where he was now. She stared hard at his hoof. A paw with claws curved over his hoof. "My aren't you a furry little critter" She moved to the right examining his hoof where it was revealed. Her father had an animal pelt only it had not gone to his feet with claws. "Kitty?" Her eyes widened as the word slipped out unexpectedly. She felt like cursing her own mothers terminology slipping out in response to his hoof. This male was no Kitty. She was curious as to why the hoof was covered so so she nosed forward. Her armor faintly glinted in the night. She wanted to be careful not to get too close as to be within range of him being able to bite her.
Option C was beginning to look somewhat appealing. An insatiable curiosity to know more compelled her to not pay any games. "Tell me how did you come to wear that claw?" She moved closer again. He armor could be better seen but her own shadowy form looked like a shadow rather then a horse, her own form blending with the darkness. She could not will herself to be more visible, her shadows being protective of her hid her from view. So long as she was uneasy with her current company she'd be hard to see, in the dark of the shadows, leery of stepping full on into the direct moonlight.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:05 pm
Karloff chuckled as she moved forward, it was a more friendly sound. He could see glimmers of her armour not far away. So she was armoured, probably to protect herself or to covers scars or flaws she felt she had. Karloff understood that one.
Her interested squeak of "kitty" intrigued him. It seemed as though she was more familiar with them rather than afraid like most others would have been. When he spoke again, it was calculated but still warm. "I could tell you how many pints of blood you hold, that's all I need to know of your size."
He pushed his hoof farther into the light, letting his large bulk remain in the shadows. For all of his largeness, he was quite lithe and cat-like. He had fully adopted the persona of the cat costume he wore.
His red eyes tried to make out more of her form in the darkness, but she seemed more ethereal, more shadowy than substance--he did not find this surprising. After all his encounters, he learned to expect that others were not what they seemed.
"Yes, kitty." He stuck out the tip of his nose, so that she could see the very end of the mask and the feline teeth dripping with blood.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 2:48 pm
Umbra scoffed at how he could tell her size. "The only thing missing from you voice is the ending purr." She moved her head aiming to get a better look at her present company. "Your paw is tied on?" She frowned as he moved it further forward.
"Tell why your hoof is covered so?" She moved forward her form coming more visible in the moonlight. Her tangled mane actually becoming visible as she looked down at his hoof, till he made his comment to her Kitty remark. She jerked her head up and saw the fangs, and the blood. Her eyes widened as she saw the blood. She backed up hesitantly remembering her first encounter with another fangs. She sought not to be harmed again but fangs. "Yes Kitty indeed."
She hid more more in shadow, though her armor would still be faintly visible in the dim light. "You are a skinwalker." It wasn't a sound fact nor an exact question. She wasn't scared of him just cautious. She'd been bit before.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:03 pm
"No, I'm not." He stepped out into the moonlight, his dark body seemingly illuminated by the contrasting white fur of his costume. "I wanted to be long ago, but it's only a costume." The front of his body was fully visible, he had briefly seen a glimpse of her before she had retreated back to the shadows.
Apparently, she'd been hurt before. She wasn't exactly afraid acting, but a little wary. It was story time apparently, his voice was low as he spoke. "I covered my body to hide my scars, to give myself a bit of a safety."
He picked his paw back up and cleaned it, "I only drink from the willing." He offered it as a consolation.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 3:45 pm
Umbra relaxed slightly hearing he wasn't a skinwalker but that didn't relieve her enough to put her at ease. He was a male and therefore quick to judge just as her father had been. "You have an interesting choice for costume." She moved to see more of him at a slightly different angle. "You don't seem too bad."
She moved forward once more a sense of fair game willing her to stay partly visible. "Scars? That is interesting. I can understand protection. " Head blue eyes and mane could best be seen. Her body itself slightly harder to distinguish. "Can't say I'm quite the fan of drinking blood. Eating things with blood as it would be I don't mind. Some creatures are delectable. I dare say I despise feathers though." She shook her head remembering a time she'd ate a bird feathers and all."I wear my armor because I chose to. I hide a single scar, a reminder that males are judgmental, harsh, and cruel."
She watched behind solemn eyes as he cleaned his paw. "How did you come by your scars? Curiosity brewed within her, he was larger then she and scarred. She was little and had been near fresh out of the basket when she'd been scarred.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 4:01 pm
"Skah Talutah," he continued to clean his paw for a moment. "He killed my mother, left me scarred and for dead. My father left. Better off without him. But Skah, he cursed me to this." He shrugged his long shoulders, watching out of the corner of his eye as she came out more into the open.
He looked up at her for a moment, "Your father? He was the one to scar you, yes?" He smiled, a bit off-handedly, "I know about fathers. Never there when you need them, and not useful or kind if they are."
He held out a hoof, and turned it-- a small glint of a scar peeking out. "I wear this hide, because I wanted to forget how to feel. But I had to much of good left in in me." He cleaned his paw again and set it down. "I don't like flesh, but I do like blood."
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:29 pm
Umbra cocked her head to the side listening to him."Your mother was killed." She sighed she was that way, her mother was still alive, missing but alive. "I know not whether to say I'm sorry for your loss or to be envious that she has passed. My mother sits about unaffected by it all. Entertained by my fathers fit, she watched my sister as a filly just leave she laughed when he attacked me. Then she did nothing to stop him from leaving." She shook her head, perhaps his mother had not been so weak and disillusioned as her own.
She tossed her head and looked into the dark of the forest. "He's a skin walker you know..."she sighed and shifted looking to her present company. "I eat small animals and such nothing big, they are easier to come by then grass in the mountains, they have more flavor then grass too, though I tend to eat berries whenever I can find them, a friend introduced me to them long ago."
She turn away again, so far he had not openly judged her, and they shared a common ground, as a result she was put more at ease though not completely. Her shadows calmed to a soft dance allowing her physical shape to fade in and out of view as was usual. "Its not easy to forget how to feel when the basis behind it is a feeling. I dare say it is impossible to forget to feel when it is feeling that drives you to forget it."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:30 am
"Very true," it had been feeling that had driven him to that path and then away from it. "Sometimes, you don't know until you make the decision though. The moment comes and you know what to do." He continued to clean his paw for another moment.
"My mother...she was a very good. From what I can remember. My father loved her dearly, but...he couldn't do it without her. So he left me for dead. He was never as strong as she was, I know that now." He shut his eyes for a long moment, then faced her to see her flickering shadowy body.
"Even if she was just like my father, I'd have done anything to have her really be there." He approached her slowly, "I don't eat flesh. It repulses me, but blood...the smell is wonderous."
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