Bathing in Blood
Kisoni
((Sorry to NNN/Rei XD We can finish that one later if you two are still intereste din it, this'll be taking place later on))
The daylight somewhat hurt her eyes, but thankfully it was fading. Marebito looked out across the field of the Feli house from her place, perched on top of the porch roof. She'd half climbed, half flew up there earlier that evening, as soon as the sun started to go down, to try and see what was in the rooms upstairs. Unfortunatly, the glass seemed somehow opaque, and the female grudgingly admitted that it was a mystery she'd be forced to accept along with everyone else around the Feli house--saving that one room she'd noticed was open. The plants didn't interest her.
What did interest her was the gradual setting of the sun that was now shooting fire and blood across the sky behind the forest. Beautiful, really, especially as the darkness crawled forth to claim the light. Her eyes sank half lidded, a little smile spreading across her maw that she wouldn't have shared with anyone except, perhaps, her undead "Family" or the blindingly pink female she'd come to call her best friend. Marebito bit off a laugh at the thought of Frank, remembering the girl's reaction to Marebito's brothers a few days prior. That episode still caused fits of laughter from the blood-oozing feli, a fact that had finally annoyed Frank into wandering off without her. She was almost sorry for it--but not quite. Had the situation been turned (as it had been when they first met) Frank would have treated Marebito the same way. They would reach an understanding soon enough, but some time apart was certainly needed.
Besides, Marebito added to herself, I rather like some solitude. I can profane the furniture in peace. She gave a light chuckle at that, and looked down at her perch. Despite the fact that the height was intensified by looking straight down the corner-stone pole she was seated above, Marebito didn't feel the slightest touch of fear. After all, is she was already dead what would she have to fear if she fell? Instead, she let her eyes fix upon the slow ooze of blood soaking into the shingles and wood beneath. Already there were trickles of the sticky, glorious liquid running their way down the column and onto the railing beneath.
She'd never been certain why her seemingly endless supply of blood amused her, but it did. In fact, the reaction of those that saw or stepped in it positivly ticked her pink. The thought of pink caused a slight cognitive jump, then, to another of her newfound housemates. Almalphia's face when she'd first laid eyes on Marebito had been so delightfully amusing that the undead feli thought she might have gone to heaven after all. It had taken a few days for Almalphia to stop turning a paler shade of pink every time Marebito bloodied the doorstep, and to be truthful the other female still wasn't all too certain of the Feli's presence in general. That hadn't, however, stopped her from giving Marebito and earful every time she'd taken it upon herself to clean up a blood pool, or had to re-do the kitchen floor thanks to Mare slipping in to find a snack. Anyone else might have been annoyed by Almalphia's nagging at something that was, to this one in particular, natural but Marebito found it comedic. In fact, she spent so much of her days laughing anymore that she'd all but forgotten her woes. It was trying to turn her into a nicer person, a small voice in the back of her mind chimed. Well, if Almalphia was sent to make her nice, then Frank was keeping her blessedly acidic. All the more reason to befriend her.
Finally the sun seemed to settle beneath the horizon. A few more minutes of true-light remained, hovering across the valley like a fog. Marebito breathed in the smell of the night, filtering it through the constant metallic scent of her own body, as the insect symphony began its rehersal among the grass beyond. Her wings flapped a little, spreading a light splatter of blood beyond her own little radius. The night was truly a wonderful thing to her. No light or heat to stiffen your body and plenty of interesting things to play with. She grinned to no one. Of course, she was one of those "interesting things" anymore, though she certainly wasn't to be played with.
A light laugh at her own thoughts followed, harsh as her throat had been slightly mangled years before, and she always had a slight back up of blood in her throat and lungs. It had never bothered her that she didn't sound like the other girls did, and likly never would. No, she was proud of who she was and damned if others didn't like it. She lifted a paw and sent it smacking down into the small pool of wetness beneath her, taking heart in the smacking sound of blood. Marebito turned her eyes downward, then, as the Feli's porch light flicked on automatically. What things would she get into this night?
The daylight somewhat hurt her eyes, but thankfully it was fading. Marebito looked out across the field of the Feli house from her place, perched on top of the porch roof. She'd half climbed, half flew up there earlier that evening, as soon as the sun started to go down, to try and see what was in the rooms upstairs. Unfortunatly, the glass seemed somehow opaque, and the female grudgingly admitted that it was a mystery she'd be forced to accept along with everyone else around the Feli house--saving that one room she'd noticed was open. The plants didn't interest her.
What did interest her was the gradual setting of the sun that was now shooting fire and blood across the sky behind the forest. Beautiful, really, especially as the darkness crawled forth to claim the light. Her eyes sank half lidded, a little smile spreading across her maw that she wouldn't have shared with anyone except, perhaps, her undead "Family" or the blindingly pink female she'd come to call her best friend. Marebito bit off a laugh at the thought of Frank, remembering the girl's reaction to Marebito's brothers a few days prior. That episode still caused fits of laughter from the blood-oozing feli, a fact that had finally annoyed Frank into wandering off without her. She was almost sorry for it--but not quite. Had the situation been turned (as it had been when they first met) Frank would have treated Marebito the same way. They would reach an understanding soon enough, but some time apart was certainly needed.
Besides, Marebito added to herself, I rather like some solitude. I can profane the furniture in peace. She gave a light chuckle at that, and looked down at her perch. Despite the fact that the height was intensified by looking straight down the corner-stone pole she was seated above, Marebito didn't feel the slightest touch of fear. After all, is she was already dead what would she have to fear if she fell? Instead, she let her eyes fix upon the slow ooze of blood soaking into the shingles and wood beneath. Already there were trickles of the sticky, glorious liquid running their way down the column and onto the railing beneath.
She'd never been certain why her seemingly endless supply of blood amused her, but it did. In fact, the reaction of those that saw or stepped in it positivly ticked her pink. The thought of pink caused a slight cognitive jump, then, to another of her newfound housemates. Almalphia's face when she'd first laid eyes on Marebito had been so delightfully amusing that the undead feli thought she might have gone to heaven after all. It had taken a few days for Almalphia to stop turning a paler shade of pink every time Marebito bloodied the doorstep, and to be truthful the other female still wasn't all too certain of the Feli's presence in general. That hadn't, however, stopped her from giving Marebito and earful every time she'd taken it upon herself to clean up a blood pool, or had to re-do the kitchen floor thanks to Mare slipping in to find a snack. Anyone else might have been annoyed by Almalphia's nagging at something that was, to this one in particular, natural but Marebito found it comedic. In fact, she spent so much of her days laughing anymore that she'd all but forgotten her woes. It was trying to turn her into a nicer person, a small voice in the back of her mind chimed. Well, if Almalphia was sent to make her nice, then Frank was keeping her blessedly acidic. All the more reason to befriend her.
Finally the sun seemed to settle beneath the horizon. A few more minutes of true-light remained, hovering across the valley like a fog. Marebito breathed in the smell of the night, filtering it through the constant metallic scent of her own body, as the insect symphony began its rehersal among the grass beyond. Her wings flapped a little, spreading a light splatter of blood beyond her own little radius. The night was truly a wonderful thing to her. No light or heat to stiffen your body and plenty of interesting things to play with. She grinned to no one. Of course, she was one of those "interesting things" anymore, though she certainly wasn't to be played with.
A light laugh at her own thoughts followed, harsh as her throat had been slightly mangled years before, and she always had a slight back up of blood in her throat and lungs. It had never bothered her that she didn't sound like the other girls did, and likly never would. No, she was proud of who she was and damned if others didn't like it. She lifted a paw and sent it smacking down into the small pool of wetness beneath her, taking heart in the smacking sound of blood. Marebito turned her eyes downward, then, as the Feli's porch light flicked on automatically. What things would she get into this night?
underthered
Night.
Johnny sat in the kitchen, atop the counter, staring out the window at the stars. His paws and wings were bloodied too, but the blood was dry and didn't leave trails behind. He was lonely. Painfully lonely. He hated the quiet, peaceful nights like this. So beautiful. So solitary. It only served to remind him how there was no one there for him and there never would be. Some Feli got to enjoy the starlight with a friend or a loved one. Johnny could only watch it alone.
It had been a glorious sunset too, the sort some would consider "romantic." Johnny didn't know a thing about romance, didn't want to. All he knew of romance was that it involved physical intimacy, and it revolted him to think of being that close to someone. Lost in thought, he hopped off the counter and headed for the door.
He needed blood. He needed it desperately. He needed it for the wall, back home, in the cellar. It was drying out. That just wouldn't do. But he couldn't find a soul to extract the blood from. It couldn't be from another of the Feli... no... too risky. But the little woodland creatures just hadn't been providing enough blood for him to cover the wall with. It was only a matter of time now. It was going to find him. It was going to come after him. Then what? He didn't know. He didn't care to find out. He needed blood now.
Stepping out onto the porch and hitting the steps, Johnny let out a moan of lament. "Oh, what am I to do," he whined.
That's when a stray drip of blood hit him square on the nose.
In disgust he wiped the fluid away from his nose with the back of his paw. Then he turned his head up and looked upward, thusly making eye contact with the bloody girl hanging up above him. It startled him a bit, but barely. It was hard to move Johnny, except to rage. His mood swings were his own. "Hello," he said indifferently to the stranger. He'd never seen anything like her, and was thusly uncertain how to react to her. Perhaps she was just another figment of his broken imagination.
Johnny sat in the kitchen, atop the counter, staring out the window at the stars. His paws and wings were bloodied too, but the blood was dry and didn't leave trails behind. He was lonely. Painfully lonely. He hated the quiet, peaceful nights like this. So beautiful. So solitary. It only served to remind him how there was no one there for him and there never would be. Some Feli got to enjoy the starlight with a friend or a loved one. Johnny could only watch it alone.
It had been a glorious sunset too, the sort some would consider "romantic." Johnny didn't know a thing about romance, didn't want to. All he knew of romance was that it involved physical intimacy, and it revolted him to think of being that close to someone. Lost in thought, he hopped off the counter and headed for the door.
He needed blood. He needed it desperately. He needed it for the wall, back home, in the cellar. It was drying out. That just wouldn't do. But he couldn't find a soul to extract the blood from. It couldn't be from another of the Feli... no... too risky. But the little woodland creatures just hadn't been providing enough blood for him to cover the wall with. It was only a matter of time now. It was going to find him. It was going to come after him. Then what? He didn't know. He didn't care to find out. He needed blood now.
Stepping out onto the porch and hitting the steps, Johnny let out a moan of lament. "Oh, what am I to do," he whined.
That's when a stray drip of blood hit him square on the nose.
In disgust he wiped the fluid away from his nose with the back of his paw. Then he turned his head up and looked upward, thusly making eye contact with the bloody girl hanging up above him. It startled him a bit, but barely. It was hard to move Johnny, except to rage. His mood swings were his own. "Hello," he said indifferently to the stranger. He'd never seen anything like her, and was thusly uncertain how to react to her. Perhaps she was just another figment of his broken imagination.
Kisoni
"Oh, what am I to do?"
The lament seemed to have aired from a little black and white feli on the porch blow her. Marebito raised her eyebrows at him, not noticing or caring as a drop of blood dribbled from her lip to his snout. That did get his attention, however, and cut short the pathetic little whine he'd seemed to be ready to start. It was all a little too perfect, the blood-soaked female thought, that she was looking for something to keep her occupied and here came a creature that didn't seem too startled by her in the least. Sure, she'd notice him hesitate for a mere moment, but other than that he seemed unmoved. How peculiar that was; peculiar enough to get her to grin and think of spending more time with this one, rather than rolling her eyes and moving on to more interesting seeming feli--not that there seemed to be anyone about this night.
A truly intriguing fact hit her then, as she took in the other creature's presence--his paws. They seemed to be red, in the awkward light of the porch lamp, a red that she knew all too well as dried blood. Curiouser and curiouser, Marebito thought, tilting her head just a little. She'd never met another, outside of her own "family," that was so uncaring about the body's most precious liquid that they'd go around wearing it. Even Riddick, whom smelt of death and murder even if no one else seemed to realize it, was that blatant about his ways. (Actually, this was also a neverending point of amusement for Marebito. It seemed as if Riddick's own mate hadn't the foggiest idea of whom the man she claimed to love turly was deep inside. There was a private bet in her own mind as to what would happen should Tomoko ever find out.)
"Hello indeed," She answered, perhaps a touch sourly, with the voice that had to force its way through her slit throat. More blood sprinkled from her lips as she talked, only loosened by the fact that she was having to talk downward rather than the usual horizontal angle of speech. He already had bloody paws, why should he mind a small shower of it? "Pleasant night out, I take it?" Her venom wasn't currently present, but she really saw no need of it. Unlike Franklin, Marebito truly didn't see herself above others--she simply saw no need to reign in her own contempt for them when they'd proven deserving of it. As the pendulum of judgement was still swinging for this one, she actually seemed somewhat pleasant--a thing that might have surprised others whom had met her previously.
The lament seemed to have aired from a little black and white feli on the porch blow her. Marebito raised her eyebrows at him, not noticing or caring as a drop of blood dribbled from her lip to his snout. That did get his attention, however, and cut short the pathetic little whine he'd seemed to be ready to start. It was all a little too perfect, the blood-soaked female thought, that she was looking for something to keep her occupied and here came a creature that didn't seem too startled by her in the least. Sure, she'd notice him hesitate for a mere moment, but other than that he seemed unmoved. How peculiar that was; peculiar enough to get her to grin and think of spending more time with this one, rather than rolling her eyes and moving on to more interesting seeming feli--not that there seemed to be anyone about this night.
A truly intriguing fact hit her then, as she took in the other creature's presence--his paws. They seemed to be red, in the awkward light of the porch lamp, a red that she knew all too well as dried blood. Curiouser and curiouser, Marebito thought, tilting her head just a little. She'd never met another, outside of her own "family," that was so uncaring about the body's most precious liquid that they'd go around wearing it. Even Riddick, whom smelt of death and murder even if no one else seemed to realize it, was that blatant about his ways. (Actually, this was also a neverending point of amusement for Marebito. It seemed as if Riddick's own mate hadn't the foggiest idea of whom the man she claimed to love turly was deep inside. There was a private bet in her own mind as to what would happen should Tomoko ever find out.)
"Hello indeed," She answered, perhaps a touch sourly, with the voice that had to force its way through her slit throat. More blood sprinkled from her lips as she talked, only loosened by the fact that she was having to talk downward rather than the usual horizontal angle of speech. He already had bloody paws, why should he mind a small shower of it? "Pleasant night out, I take it?" Her venom wasn't currently present, but she really saw no need of it. Unlike Franklin, Marebito truly didn't see herself above others--she simply saw no need to reign in her own contempt for them when they'd proven deserving of it. As the pendulum of judgement was still swinging for this one, she actually seemed somewhat pleasant--a thing that might have surprised others whom had met her previously.
underthered
Johnny winced a little as another spray of blood hit him and hopped down the stairs. Contrary to popular belief, Johnny actually didn't care for blood at all; bodily fluids disgusted him. The only reason he'd allowed blood to dry on himself was that he'd been too tired and too despairing as of late to wash as thoroughly as he might. Besides, as time passed his hobby steadily stained his feathers and the fur of his paws in such a way that it wouldn't come clean no matter what he did. Still, no one seemed to call him on it and it never ceased to amaze him how he could walk through a crowded room, covered in blood, and not have a single soul try to apprehend him.
But that was something else entirely.
He marveled at the girl perched above him. She looked like the critters he took in after he was done with them... worse than some, even. There was something about her that defied even Johnny's shaky grip on logic. "Hardly pleasant," Johnny muttered absently, still staring at her. He'd go on a rant if she hadn't have struck him as such a curiosity. He cleared his throat a bit and asked the question floating on the surface of his mind. "Pardon me, madam," he began, "But, um... why are you alive?"
But that was something else entirely.
He marveled at the girl perched above him. She looked like the critters he took in after he was done with them... worse than some, even. There was something about her that defied even Johnny's shaky grip on logic. "Hardly pleasant," Johnny muttered absently, still staring at her. He'd go on a rant if she hadn't have struck him as such a curiosity. He cleared his throat a bit and asked the question floating on the surface of his mind. "Pardon me, madam," he began, "But, um... why are you alive?"
Kisoni
He did seem to mind the blood being dripped on him after all, Marebito realized. It was written in the way he winced and walked away from her line of shot. Pity, she would have loved to give him more reason to twitch. Still, she could simply move, or glide, to his current position if she thought to. Satisfied with that thought, the female contented herself to stay were she was for now, and simply watch this curiosity she'd found.
It was soon made quite apparant that he found her just as curious--perhaps more so. The question he asked, combined with the tone of voice with which he asked it struck her funny bone quite soundly and Marebito laughed. Not only did she laugh, she guaffed right loudly, the horse rasping of her slit, abused throat and blood she splattered as she did making quite a scene. In fact, for a less sullied creature than Johnny, the sight might have been enough to cause a small panic--had she not then laughed her way off the side of the roof.
To her amazement she didn't break anything when she fell--possibly due to her learned-instinct of going limp at the fall. Surely it hurt, and she made quite a remarkable smacking, squishy noise when she landed rather than the usual thump. Pulling herself up into a semi-sitting position, Marebito continued to chuckle as she fought to brush the grass sticking to her body. It took awhile, as the grass continued to want to stick to her blood-soaked paws. Eventually she did seem to rid herself of the majority of the floral mess, and gave a great sigh as one would after a rib-aching laugh. It was only then that Marebito fixed her eyes upon the murderer in her presence once more. She stiffled a fresh set of giggles and answered him quite neatly,--as if she the answer didn't register as odd at all, or that she hadn't just had a tumble that would have rattle the brains of any other creature--"I'm not."
