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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 9:55 pm
This is a private AIM roleplay between Genesis (Leez0rz) and Koname (Neon Fly). It started from OOC RP to a IC RP.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:00 pm
(( OOC RP ))
Genesis: *Maintains a garden of thorny array of plants.*
Koname: -Sniffs the plants, surprised to find they smell enticingly like blood.- >\\> -Licks one-
Genesis: *Growls at the mare, and overshadows her with his massive form.* If you plan to devour them, look elsewhere. They are simple roses. Beauty to be gazed upon, and not something to be snack on."
Kona: O___O;; -Mismatched eyes widen at the enormous stallion that was suddenly upon her, hackles raising and tail poofing in horror. Rather carelessly jumping into the thorny vine tangled briar to hide from the stallion. She very obviously... wasn't too brilliant.-
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:05 pm
Genesis glared at the mare displeased, not even sure how she even stumbled into his thorny abode. If she had managed to wounded herself, his "babies" would have scented her blood and indicated that there was prey moving into his territory. Moving quickly to prevent the mare from damaging the plants, he followed her into the briar. Her white pelt was easy to pick out from the various browns of the briar.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:06 pm
Strangely enough the tiny skinwalker female seemed to avoid trampling the blooms of Genesis' garden with an agility and poise that wasn't possible of even the most graceful Cerynei. Where as most of her kind were large and powerful, Kona had gone in a completely different direction being tiny and pliant, her ears twitching frantically, startled to find that the giant was following her and in a desperate effort to evade him she leapt into a tree, coiling in the fork of a sturdy old tree.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:07 pm
Genesis followed after the mare. He was not as graceful as the mare, leaving him with scratches from the thorny underbrush. He paid no mind since he was used to being cut and stabbed by the thorns. His eyes followed the mare as best he could, and when he could no longer watch, he started listening to the movements before realizing that she was not in the underbrush anymore. His bloodshot eyes took a good look around before whispering something towards the nearest plant in hopes for some direction. His ears listened to the forest, in hopes for a clue as to where she went. Getting no response, he could only follow the trail of shifted branches before coming to a stop.He craned his head up, staring at the canopy above him. "What a pity. She got away." He said softly to the his babies. They did not shift or stir, resting around the stallions body. "Mmn, I suppose it would have been a waste. My babies aren't even hungry." The stallion lingered in the area a bit longer, wondering if she would give herself away again.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:07 pm
With her limbs folded carefully beneath her body, plush tail swaying carefully. Koname could feel her heart throbbing in her ears, so loudly that the sound of the strange stallion's hoofsteps were completely shrouded by her own panic. Fidgeting impatiently under the anxiety of the rapid tattoo, keen gaze illuminated by the darkness, watching and waiting for him to pass beneath her so that she could escape without the brute's notice. Too bad he seemed to pause just beneath her, eyes wide and bright as she considered what she should do. Hunger caused her nose to twitch, far too aware of the scent of fresh blood from Genesis' cuts. Hunger that made her stomach wrench and consider acting with far less care than she was typically prone to. From above she could have attacked with ease, but she doubted greatly that her small jaws--filled with teeth designed for tearing flesh--would be able to drive deep enough into the stud's muscular neck to puncture vital arteries or even less likely choke the air from his lungs.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:09 pm
Drawn by the scent of his blood, his babies started to shift from their nap to start suckling on the small puncture wounds from the tiny thorn pricks, and even suckling out some of the thorns that have embedded into the stallion's skin. The parasitic plant would not want its host to die on them so soon. As Genesis' plants took care of his injuries, the stallion shifted away from his spot. The stallion's ears flicked behind him, hearing the faint hissing and snapping of his babies as they start to compete for the last of his wounds. "Ah, ah, ahhh~! Don't you fight, little ones." The stallion said in almost a melodic tune. Deciding to leave the mare to her own devices, he headed back towards his garden.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 10:12 pm
Holding her breath, plush ears pinned tightly to her head as if the drumming she could hear in them would reveal her location. Waiting with dread for him to simply lift his head, yet the titan never went so far as to simply glance above his head, granted he would have had to angle himself in just such a way to catch the glimpse of pale fur otherwise hidden by the wide branch that bore her weight with ease. Reluctant to move and be found out, her gaze remained ever intent upon the reddened marks that stood out against his earthly brown pelt. Pale, deceivingly gentle gaze was set in a strange shape, wide with disbelief at what she witnessed and angled with jealousy that it was their leafy maws upon that fragrant scretion when it should have been hers! Perhaps that's why those flowers had smelled of blood? The pieces were slowly falling into place, leaving the young skinwalker perplexed and just a little intrigued. Dropping as quietly as she could to the forest floor which spread beneath her paws and accepted her weight soundlessly, Koname ducked low, shoulders scrunched and body tucked close to the ground. Slinking off in the opposite direction of the stallion for now, but the idea was already wriggling its way through her mind--if he fed his fowers blood, perhaps he fed them flesh as well. Flesh prime for a scavenger like Kona to steal, after all.. how hard could it be to take a meal from some flowers?
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