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 Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 7:55 pm
 Amused cackles echoed throughout the sounding tree, their source a mere female wolf standing next to a river. Her amusement source was that of a squirrel, drowning in the calm waters that were being invaded by a crimson liquid, that of which being the squirrel's blood seeping from the claw wounds.
The life fled from the small creature, leaving a limp body underneath the black paw of Kishia. Satisfied, she lowered her head and drank the blood-ified water to quench her thirst. This was often the way she drank. The water was too plain for her tastes, and so she always smothered some random creature and poured their blood into some river. It was always fun, so she killed two birds with one stone.
Oh how clever she was!
Cackling again, she sat up properly, her throat now moist and comfortable, and chanced a look around her surroundings. How bleak it all seemed. Her fur was blue, better than any of those 'naturals' seeming to occupy most others' coats. That made her special.
A smug look on her face, Kish then kneeled in the red water, its cold feeling sending a great sensation down along her spine. Oh how she hated the cold, but it was always fun to torture herself, to see how long she could hold out. So far, her record was three days. That had to improve.
And so she merely lay in the blood-infested waters, that same smug look on her pretty little face. A nice day it was, she thought.
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:06 pm
It was the smell of blood that attracted her but the sound of laughter which fully reeled her in. Seemingly forever on the move, the dark Harlequin found herself once again a wandering clown. It was a life she was used to, and a life she adored- but there was the occasion when such strange meetings occurred. But luckily, the laughter from the other female tipped the Harlequin well in advance that this was certain to be one of those days.
But she came armed not just with the preconceived notion of insanity- for Harle was very much the well versed trickster. And like all good tricksters, she made three points necessary for her public function. One was that she never told a lie, or if she had a lie and she needed to keep it secret, she always did. Two, that she immersed herself in whatever the given situation was. And three, she looked damned good doing it. And this was why, on this strange occasion of squirrel drowning and water drinking, that the small dainty black female arrived on scene in a most flamboyant manner- her head rather high, her tail swaying elegantly, and her fleet feet catching short on the earth.
"An interesting drink you have concocted!" She spurred, as if the very scene did not disturb her. She learned things, she had found, from separating her emotions from her conversation. Ignoring the odd sight, she stepped over a rock and leaned towards the water. "And you love- what's that sort of thing you're doing there? Drowning squirrels? What for?" She smiled, her tail swaying. "Although, apologies my dear- I am Harlequin."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 8:26 pm
Another was near. The presence was strong in the air. Kishia growled, not liking others to randomly go approaching her without so much as barking in advance. Sheesh, wasn't there anything such as privacy nowadays? What if she was doing something secret, something she didn't want others seeing? Hm, it would probably only scar them, how lovely.
Smiling wickedly at the other--her mood changing from annoyed, to amused, to merely passive all the while--she moved about in the water to find a more suitable and comfortable position, and also to get a better look at her visitor.
Black, with some blue and reds. Acceptable.
"Isn't it, yes?" she nodded, completely agreeing with the other female. Her speech was slurred slightly, as it always was, and she spoke with strange grammar and placement, but neither did she notice nor care. "Deary, squirrel-drowning, look it not? For it be making interesting a-more things." And by things she meant the water. It was just so plain by itself, the poor thing.
"Kishia," the blue female replied simply to the beta's introducing herself. "No lovely, dear? Call other me want you. Whatever. Matter it not."
Smiling still, Kish let her eyelids fall down, closing off her sense of sight. This new one was quite like-able, luckily for Harle.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 12:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 6:35 am
Oh, Kish was definitely off her rocker, but not because of her own doings. As an adolescent, she had been quite the normal wolf. No craziness whatsoever, believe it or not. But then there was the interference of humans and their silly ways. One had bashed her over the head, causing some head trauma. She didn't die or anything, obviously, but it caused her to lose her memory of her family and former home and take on a new personality, one that would probably outcast her from regular society.
"Things a-interesting, course!" she yipped, opening one eye to peer at the other. Though she had a great liking for Harle, that meant not that she trusted her.
"Perhaps, perhaps. Unpleasant may be, make stronger yet." The female nodded, showing that the water was indeed unpleasant. It was cold, and she hated cold. But if she soaked herself in the cold for long periods of time, she'd get used to it. And if that happened, there would be no weakness in her for enemies to strike at or use for their own advances.
"That remember, good," she praised the other, not willing to be forgotten so easily. Then she opened her other eye and peered fully at the other, tilting her head slightly as well like a bird in query.
"Harle, Harlequin. Matter it not. Harle call yet. Fine, no?" The blue wolf didn't say that she could be called any other name other than Kishia, being as she felt that that was her only name, not any other.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 6:58 pm
"Oh, it is quite fine." The Harlequin spoke in a lyrical manner, her head dipping and the end of her tail swaying. "The taste, then- you find the water unpleasant?" Perhaps she had misunderstood, but this seemed to be the cause of the wolf's strange behavior. How peculiar... and yet, she was intrigued. What caused a wolf to loose the sense of water, when it tasted much like sweet nothingness? "Is it the taste of nothingness that bothers you- or, the need for taste itself?" She remarked, her head tilting to the side.
"A peculiar manner, in any case if you do not mind me saying. Did such a habit start young, if you care to say? Where does one decided to oneself, 'Today I shall drown my water in squirrel?'" She quirked, her brightly flashed tail swaying.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 7:20 pm
Kishia nodded, glad that the other agreed. It was never fun when someone tried to argue with someone else. With her it often turned into a scuffle of some sort. Never argue with her, that was key. Otherwise she'd nag on you all the time and never let go of the subject. It was one of her downfalls, or perks, whichever way one chose to look at the matter.
Tilting her head slightly, she closed her eyes once more, allowing the wind to brush her muzzle and send a shudder down her spine. Excellent.
Opening her eyes up once more, Kish looked over Harle. Blues. Reds. Yes, they were indeed still there. It was depressing when one lost one's magnificent, unnatural colors. It was a disaster, really.
"Unpleasant, exactly no. Boring, yes. Make a-more interesting, blood of thing squirrel," she repeated, narrowing her eyes at the other's incapable-ness of understanding. Had she not mentioned that before? Shaking her head, she looked away and down at the water. The fish had scattered. The wimps.
"Young? Yesno, absolutely. As remember long, yesyes." Of course she had started young! All of her wonderful habits had been old ones, ones that she had chosen to hold onto because they made her rather unique. Being like others was monotonous, made things rather dull. She liked to liven them up, add a little spice to her life.
"Squirrel-drowning you?" she questioned. The water was so bland...
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