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 Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:01 pm
 Lamia paws crunched over rotted forest vegitation, mostly made of branches and all the leaves the trees unceremoniously dropped down to the ground as soon as it got cold. She supposed it was cold, with it being winter, but in truth very little felt cold or warm to her; it was as though she were trapped in the personal climate of her mind.
There was a thick fog in the forest, the dense kind that muffled sounds and cloaked the world with obscurity. If anyone were more than 10 feet away from where Lamia was walking they would neither be able to see nor hear her. Rather than feel impeded by this Lamia found she rather liked the fog. It held a certain charm for her, different from what darkness held but still cut from the same mold.
It seemed her presence still managed to preceed her though. A rabbit that sat outside it's den, comtemplating a few hops forward to nibble at something that still retained some greenness, was struck by a sudden sense of overwhelming fear that set it's fairly heart racing. Something crackled behind it and it had time for just one short scream before it's life was violently ended.
New blood streaked the otherwise snowy fur of Lamia's muzzle as she contemplated her kill. Eat it now, or wait until she was hungrier and found a decent resting place?((Ever heard a rabbit scream before? Sounds like just sterotypical female horror movies.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:55 pm
Every time he traveled woods like these he was painfully reminded of Cruor. His old home, his old haven, a place where the ex-serial killer had rested alongside people he called family. Family. Strange, how this monster had longed for the love of his tribe, and how this monster had received it. Strange how he could even think to this day that he still missed that small home. Who would have though, he, Sin, would care? He didn't understand himself, but he knew his desires. Family. He wanted family, and yet why? No one understood. After loosing Cruor he had broken even more, cracked down the middle until he heard a faint snapping sound.
Cruor.
Yes, he missed it. It had fallen apart due to his negligence. He could never forgive himself, and felt empty. His only home, the only thing he had wanted stripped from him. He had tried to change his corrupted ways, and how was he rewarded? He lost his home. His home was ripped from him.
How was that redemption?
His ears flicked as he heard the scream of a rabbit, all to familiar with the sound. Black eyes jerked to the side, his large and muscular frame bringing him to the site. He was massive for his kind, and well toned, and his body did not help the image he gave off. Dangerous. Was he? Perhaps. He wasn't sure anymore.
He spotted the white vixen, blood dripping from her maw. He merely sat by the tree, eyeing her. Images of several different females, Nex, Pattoh, the females he had met in similar situations rose. All of them the same. This new fox was hardly of interest to this point, he was tired of repeating this cycle. Maybe he should just wander off.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:37 pm
Blood? Lamia's gaze rose from the carcass at her feet to scan the forest. Ask most foxes and they'd tell you blood was blood. One fox's blood didn't smell any different from another's, that it was their scent in the air that identified them. Lamia herself had that faint copperly smell. Combined with the fresh scent of her kill others would assume it impossible for her to identify the blood of something else.
But that was what Lamia had grown up doing. She wasn't necessarily a killer, for she preferred to frighten and intimidate, but she was well acquainted with the different scents of blood. Even fresh-born she would have been able to tell the difference between her scent, the rabbit's, and this new blood!
There. Whoever it was stood just outside easy vision range in the fog, but she guessed from body size it was a male. He was probably black, which would explain why he was hard to see; just another shadow to join the dark spell of the forest.
"If you're here for food I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I'm not the sharing type." Lamia's voice was at a normal volume with a slightly bored tone, as though she were talking to something she didn't consider worth her attention or of limited intelligence. She wasn't afraid of the stranger though. She might not look it but she was a capable merchant of death. After all she was the killer of a tribe of killers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 1:43 pm
The male let out a throaty laugh, slipping into the dark forest, past trees and re-emerging on the other side of her, still in the darkness, stealthy as a cat. His coat stained with blood he could not even remember who it's original owners were, they masked his original scent. Sin smiled in the dark, tail curling around him. Share? Like he wanted her kill, a mere rabbit was not enough for the muscular male. No, he himself had eaten earlier, he was merely here for a look-see.
"I'm not a mangy hyena." He grumbled, slipping back into the forest and curling his body around another tree, emerging on a different side yet again. "I don't want your food." Once again, he slipped off and reappeared somewhere else, sitting in place. His dark coat blended in, and his even darker eyes did not help. The male flicked his tail lazily, rolling his shoulders.
"Besides, I don't share. I take." He mused, rolling the words off his tongue. Was this true anymore? Wasn't he trying to be a better person? True, but that didn't mean he had to be nice.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 5:46 pm
Lamia's eyes followed the male as he moved, not fooled. No matter how dark it was she could still see his shadow; no matter how quiet he moved she could still here the muffled footsteps on the ground; no matter how hard he tried he could never had pulled a disappearance trick on her, not so long as he carried that coppery scent with him.
"Such a gesture used on me would cost far more than the potential reward," she said, her quiet voice not cutting into the silence but rather parting through it as though it was the fog. Lamia wasn't lying or boasting either. Oh she was sure this male was stronger than she, but strength wasn't everything.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 2:08 pm
He bitterly laughed, emerging into the moonlight, cocking his head to the side sharply like a bird. With a cheshire cat grin he slipped near her, giving her enough distance that he wouldn't get cut if she swiped at him. He had learned from Pattoh and Nex, unless you want to fight a vixen give them their distance. His eyes scanned her, the smile twitching slightly. This vixen was pretty, yes, but what caught him was the blood marks. Like his. So very much like his. Interesting.
His tail flicked, settling onto his haunches and peering at her, black eyes flicking between her and then the food, shoulders rolling. He didn't want food. "Lucky for you, I don't want whatever that small thing was." He raised his paw, jabbing a claw at the meat before lazily licking his claw, setting the paw down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:27 am
Passively Lamia wondered if she should have snapped at the paw as he jabbed at her kill, just for appearance's sake more than any real feelings of aggression. Probably not. Granted black eyes and blood-stain-patterned (and actually blood-stained) fur didn't always mean the fox was of a dark or violent disposition. It just meant they didn't wash or had wonky genes.
Of course she was quite certain this male had a dark heart. She couldn't tell how dark it was to measure against herself, but you'd be blind not to see it in the male. Dark ones didn't fear, they were feared. Failing even that, his muscular build and self-assured stance marked him as a warrior. An over-confident idiot, but what warrior wasn't?
So a scare-tactic would be nothing more than a waste of energy on her part. Lamia wasn't particularly interested in fighting anyway. She knew she was fast, faster than the stranger. Her old tribe operated by stealth, speed and numbers rather than brute strength, and she'd bested them all. But being faster didn't assure her victory any more than the male's strength assured his. Sure he wouldn't be able to touch her and she could get him, but that would require getting very close. On the off-chance any attack made by her got through the fur and tough muscles to do damage, it would have to be a killing blow. If it wasn't she wouldn't be able to dance away quick enough to avoid a counter-attack.
Endurance was an unknown factor. A couple times she'd tired out strong opponents by dancing around them, letting them chase her 'til they collapsed in exhaustion. She would prefer not to risk that with this male. After all she could outrun him, and was quite certain she could put a good deal of distance between them before she got tired. She doubted the male would want to follow her very far anyway.
All of these thoughts passed through her head in the span of one second. It was second nature to judge this stuff, after all. "Then what is it you want," Lamia asked, not unreasonably. Why else would this strange male approach? He didn't seem the type given to socializing for the fun of it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:24 pm
Sin shrugged dissuasively at her, rolling his eyes to glance at her full on, once more. A pretty thing for sure, and she had piercings. He never really understood piercings, and never even thought of getting any. Perhaps copper? Perhaps. It was fairly obvious he wasn't taking the situation seriously, merely glancing at each of her mods before looking at her halo, pondering for a second. Was she like Nex was? The kind to freak out if he touched something that wasn't normally there? Nex had attacked him for touching her mask. Maybe, if he took the girls halo, she'd attack. Either way, he wasn't interested in a fight, yet.
"I'm here to admire your beauty, of course." He sarcastically shot back. He tilted his head to the side, grinning at the fox. "Curious. Theres a random vixen wandering about a section of the woods that only I tend to dwell in. I came to see if you were merely passing, or attempting to take this resting spot yourself." He didn't say home, merely because he didn't have one yet. Without Cruor he was merely a wanderer again.
'Hurts.'
Yes, it hurt, the thought of Cruor, but he held the pain easily, and instead of showing it flashed his pearly white teeth at her in another grin. "And why are you here?" A question for a question.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:12 pm
She watched the male's dark eyes as they roved over her body, lingering on her mods. Most were acquired only recently, only the halo had been with her since birth. It was something that she'd had so long it she considered it as much a part of her as any of her limbs. Its edges were very sharp, so any who tried grabbing it found it was as good a weapon as her teeth.
"I am doing what wanderers do. Surely you have seen travelers before." Her eyes narrowed just a touch. She wasn't sure she liked the sarcastic reply the male had given her. Lamia wasn't exactly given to flirting.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:23 pm
If she thought he was flirting, she was wrong, even if Sin was giving off that aura. His thoughts were merely on figuring her out. At her response he cocked his head to the side, shaking his head. "In these parts? Ha, no." He jerked his head upwards, sniffing the air. "Most stay away from here, its close to where a similar but darker forest lies, and there used to be a tribe that killed anyone that crossed that land. So, coming even close to that forest is rare, and many avoid this one." He shrugged lazily, yawning as he suddenly locked his eyes on her.
"Wandering to what? Nowhere, I presume."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:35 pm
Lamia tilted her head, then let one side of her mouth tilt up in a crooked smile. "Why should it matter to you where I go and why?" She was quite certain it wasn't an interest in her welfare. And if it was just because he was curious or nosy, well he was going to have to be disappointed. Lamia didn't spill her guts for anyone, and she certainly felt no need to inform this stranger of her traveling habits.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:42 pm
Thats when he darkened, and his body changed. His eyes flicked, his lips peeled back, and his teeth were exposed. Why? She was not going to that forest. She was not going into old Cruor lands, he would rip her throat out. Yuki and Ixen resided there, and his old home was there. Only one person would be allowed there, and that would be his future mate. No one else, for that place was special to him, and his favorite family was there.
"Because you will not enter that forest."
He suddenly grinned at her, relaxing in seconds, tail flicking side to side. "So, is that all you could kill? I know a place where there are better creatures roaming about."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 5:58 pm
Lamia was surprised that she felt the urge to snort derisively. Derisive wasn't one of her usual reactions, but apparently her mind was making an expection today. She didn't actually give in to the urge though, since this stranger had yet to win any kind of privelege to pull reactions of out her. The idea that anyone could bar her from going where she pleased was quite laughable to her though.
Apparently this male had issues with insecurity. If you had to snarl and try to threaten, and then distract with a subject change, there was something you were trying to hide and you worried you might not be enough to protect it. Well she supposed she might as well humor him.....for now.
"If I required more I would have hunted for more. This creature will be enough to sustain me," Lamia said, tail swishing just a bit behind her. She didn't spare a look or nudge towards the carcass at her feet, body exuding nonchalance.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:12 pm
It was not a subject change he had gone after, more of a moment where he lost interest. Lost interest in snarling and was more amused to watch her. Carefully, he flicked his tail under him, watching the rabbit before suddenly going blank, emotions evacuating his face. He glanced to the side, seemingly pondering on wether or not to just get up and leave. He turned to look at the other once more, lowering his head to rub the side of his cheek.
"Names Sin." He rolled the words of his lips with a slight drawl, seemingly tired from this encounter. However, he was not done. He didn't know what he wanted, but, why not bother the vixen some more?
"I wasn't mocking your hunting abilities, merely offering."
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 6:37 pm
Lamia shrugged. "You have a very tiring energy," she said instead, ignoring his inquiries about her meal. "Stay in sight, hide. Interest, fatigue, anger, pain. Nothing stays the same. It surprises me that you haven't burned yourself out." Not that she expected someone to stay the same at all times, but to go through so many changes in such an amount of time; if Lamia was darkness, then this Sin was a violent storm.
She regarded him for a short moment, then made a decision. "I'm Lamia."
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