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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 6:11 pm
Private RP between Novablu's Cyanide Stardust and Techabyte's Phosgene.  
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 6:21 pm
For once in her life--or at least what she remembered of her life--Cyanide Stardust was happy. Yeah, the blackouts still happened, leaving her body shaking and her mind reeling as she woke in a place she didn’t remember, oftentimes all alone in the dead center of night. She was often disoriented, unsure of everything except for the need to hunt, rabbits and squirrels and birds should she catch them out of mid-air during flight. That was never a problem.
The problem was the visions. Dark, grisly things, little videos played in her mind where she was the leading actress…but the problem was, it wasn’t her. It acted nothing like her, often cruel and cold and calculating like a snake, but their voices were the same, they both wore the same rainbow skeletal markings crossing their black pelt. For all intents and purposes, Vision-Cyanide and Cyanide were the same person… And that scared her.
The difference was a certain pink-haired stallion, a creature that looked the part of a fairytale villain gone wrong, scarred and bloody tatters of skin, the flesh of his muzzle ripped away to expose the bone, and yet it never grew infected. It never stopped bleeding. It was quite a mystery. He looked like an angel gone wrong on its way down to earth, the heavens twisting his features into something fearsome…and oh, so beautiful to her. Phosgene was…everything. They’d gone from strangers to best friends, then breached that fine line between friendship and romance.
She’d never been “in love” before, but she was pretty sure this is what love felt like. The bubbly, excited feeling she’d get when he greeted her. She even loved his rasping voice, his hisses, the way his snake-like tail slid back and forth with precision. He was a monster--but so was she. They fit each other, puzzle pieces missing from the puzzle, but fitting together nonetheless. And it made her happy, to know she had someone who cared for her. Who never judged her, visions or no visions. Memory or no memory. He was just himself and she was just herself and it worked.
And call her sappy, but if this was how love would always feel? She never wanted to lose him…
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 5:12 pm
Over the past several months, many things have changed. They had traveled together, Phosgene and Cyanide. They had hunted together, formed a bond that Phosgene, as odd as he was, didn't quite understand. He wasn't used to having someone at his side; a companion in the dark of the night to assist him in his pained dreams or wake him from the nightmares that plagued his mind. She was always there at his side. His Cyanide; his delicate little wolf ready to rip the throats of their enemies open if it came to it. And because of that, he had started to relax. He had started to realize that maybe, just maybe, he could be happy. He could live a normal life with her with no pain or fear to stop them. But then he realized that, given the circumstances, he couldn't settle down to that sort of life so easily. He would always be plagued by pain. Always feel the ache in his bones and watch the blood run down his open wounds. Wounds that never healed or callused over. Wounds that often stopped him from being able to hunt with her and live happily with her. But in the past several months he had learned what love was. That she loved him. And he loved her. By the Gods did he love her.
And it was a rare occasion that Phosgene was awake before the wolf. Cyanide slept quietly at his side, and he wasn't really certain what to do. He tested his legs, shifting and stretching, wings folded tight against his sides. He stood slowly and carefully, ready to lay back down if it happens to hurt. When no pain shot through his form, Phosgene analyzed his limbs. That was different. Perhaps he was so relaxed that he'd be able to actually walk and travel today. He shook out his long pink mane, letting the tendrils fall against his neck and back, before moving out of the small cave that they had called home and into the cool, crisp air of spring. He breathed in carefully, eyes flickering about, before moving down and into the woods to see what he could find to eat. Cyanide was usually hungry when she woke, and she often gathered food for himself and her before he was able to get up in the morning. And because of that, he decided it was his turn to try something different. He kept his wings folded, his tail lashing behind him as he moved through the thick trees. After several minutes of stalking and slinking, Phosgene was able to catch a couple rabbits. He gathered them in his mouth by the throats, and walked back to the cave. He sneaked quietly into the cave, laying the rabbits down near a wall before moving over to Cyanide. He dipped his head down, nudging her shoulder gently, a sort of nuzzle.
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