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 Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 5:55 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 6:12 am
Syntyche was satisfied.
She had managed to successfully sacrifice one of the corrupt to her lord and master, and she had been fed. It had been fortuitous that she had encountered the Purewalker. His ravenous hunger had been extremely useful and combined with his brute strength, they had each managed to take down more than their fair share of food. It was a rare moment of co-operation between her kind and one that Divinity would have been proud of, for both had eaten well that evening and both had recovered their strength.
Suffice it to say that the feline would not have to eat for quite some time, and even now she regarded the half-eaten Bison with something akin to disappointment. It would be a waste to leave it behind, but she couldn't eat any more and her stomach would rebel if she tried. Unsurprisingly the other walker had devoured his, and once sated, darted off to entertain himself elsewhere, leaving her very much alone.
It was for this reason that Syntyche now found herself, comfortably ensconced, in a sea of blood, bone and fallen bison. While she didn't have much time in her life to spare for relaxation, she would take this moment as a reward. After all Divinity had sent her one of her own kind so that she might eat like a king, she would savour it for what it was.
Unaware that her evening was meant to be filled with excitement and unusual encounters, she gave her tail a flick and proceeded to tend to her blood caked paws. She couldn't perform further sacrifices without looking presentable, now was as good a time as any to clean up...
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 6:30 am
The smell of fresh meat lured Milo'koa, Har'koa and Loque'nahak's far better son, close to the scene. Never below scavenging, he had no qualms eating someone else's leftovers. True, he preferred the thrill of the hunt and the enjoyment of panicked screams, but a meal was a meal, and he was hungry. The dark desires of his heart would have to wait until the desires of his stomach were satiated; there were an abundance of opportunities to torment living creatures at a later time. In his cat form, he prowled up to the perimeter, and that was when he caught another smell. He didn't pick it up at first because his gluttony caused his blinders to be on, but now he noticed that there was someone other than him here. They most certainly did not smell like prey. Milo puffed up his chest and his fur rippled as he made himself look as big and intimidating as possible as he entered the clearing. There he saw another walker, and she was covered in blood and gore. He smiled inwardly; this was certainly going to be a fun evening.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 1:06 pm
Syntyche's ears quivered as Milo'koa prowled forward, the faintest whisper of paw steps alerting her to his presence. She held her position though, not one to cower in the face of adversary, though she had initially suspected that he was nothing more than a bestial predator. Therefore her surprise was evident as the purewalker wandered into the immediate vicinity, her eyebrow raising as she assessed what it was that stood before her. It didn't take her long at all to note his demeanour and stature; too tall to be a normal feline in this region, it was obvious that he was like her.
...How interesting, two purewalkers within such a short space of time. She couldn't help but wonder what Divinity may have planned for her when it came to such encounters.
Nevertheless she remained in her place, raising a paw to lick away the entrails and blood. He may not have had the desire to be presentable but she needed to be presentable for Divinity. Her fur and claws couldn't be tainted with the blood of a Bison when she sought to provide more offerings. That being said, she didn't take her eyes off him and continued to regard him curiously - it was his move, she hadn't offered him food outright, but she had no need of it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 4:24 pm
It was clear to Milo that this other walker didn't fear him. She laid there leisurely cleaning herself, as if he didn't even exist. Oh the things he wanted to do to take that attitude out of her! He would have loved to pin her down and slowly slice a claw all the way up her belly while she squirmed. Maybe he could find out what happens when you skin a skinwalker; he'd never done that before. Or perhaps he could maim her and let her live. She couldn't be cocky and just sit there licking her paw if she had no paw to lick. That would certainly teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget. His stomach rumbled. Right. He had forgotten what lead him here in the first place. Milo was still hungry, and it was clear that she wasn't going to willingly share her kill with him. Strategically, he didn't want to approach the bison and give her the chance to attack him while he was focusing on food. It was very important to him to have the upper hand. This would be easier if she would just let him eat before he tormented her. Mares had no manners these days. Milo growled and bared his teeth. He wasn't going to ask nicely for a snack. Circling around, he checked her out for possible weaknesses or past injuries. She looked in good shape, but nowhere near as impressive as his mother. Then again, who else could compare to Har'koa? She was the ideal skinwalker; the epitome of the species. And of course, she had to constantly remind Milo of this. Was every female this prideful? While he couldn't punish his mother for behaving this way, he certainly could take it out on the cat leisurely laying before him. Milo impulsively sprung at Syntyche, his sharp claws aimed directly at her smug face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 9:24 am
Ah, so this one had acted in a fashion she had anticipated would have come from the dog, however it appeared her own species had much disappointment laden in its blood. Rather than be opportunistic, dine on something easy and ripe for the taking, he had elected to interrupt the feline. Suffice it to say that she was less than impressed, and as he bared his teeth and lunged towards her, the blue female displayed considerable dexterity. She sprang away, a hair's breath from his flexed claws, and landed squarely nearby. It hadn't been the longest of jumps but it had placed ample distance between herself and him, with enough time for her to pad away, spin round and regard him with renewed suspicion.
Unsurprisingly her 'good will' for the day had been expended, while the wolf had displayed considerable manners and had worked with her to provide a very enjoyable meal, this one seemed so utterly focused on his rage that he was oblivious to the benefits around him. There had been a massacre, there was food everywhere and he had deemed her an ample target. Alas, she wasn't surprised, he was a walker after all and when it came to her kind they all had a unique take on how things should be.
...While she did not necessarily understand Divinity's affection for the more bestial of her kind, she had no doubt they served a purpose in his overall schemes. However when it came to clawing her face off, she did take some offence to that, Divinity or no, she was not about to let him eat her.
A test of strength perhaps, was that it?
"Foolish," she spoke softly and shook her head, her lips parting somewhat. "Your stomach snarls as loud as you do and you deem a challenge necessary to satiate your hunger," she shook her head and moved away again, keeping on her toes as she kept her distance. She needed to see him move, needed to see him think and act, only then would she sight his weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
"Not so smart as the wolf, oh no, much too compulsive."
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