Where We First Met (Kid)

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] Isabella slunk into the high jungle clearing, known respectively as Lookout Clearing to the resident pack. Her pack. They were all a family. Though they were a bit... different. Oh, hell, we're a lot different. She thought with an amused grin. So different that most of us would literally eat the face off of anyone who'd dare say so. Not that anyone here really cared about their differences. Insults just weren't taken kindly in the Mafia. Her scaled lips parted as she tasted the air to reveal sharp, deadly fangs. She was a snake Myou, and these fearsome fangs were loaded with venom. Isabella's long body was partly covered in dark brown scales, and partly in fur. She definitely was an interesting sight, to say the least. It was late afternoon, and it was more humid than usual for a jungle's winter. Rain may very well be on it's way. Or not. But who cared? If it did rain, it meant everything would just be slightly more wet. Everything down south was wet. Anyone who couldn't accept that and chose to live here was an idiot. She might be hungry, but she didn't really need to eat right now. Izzy settled on using her heat-sensing vision to view the world around her. It was interesting watching the jungle through a different view sometimes.

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[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] Idiots were good for one thing, and one thing only: total and utter humiliation. Really, he didn't understand why the concept of "claimed territory" was so hard to comprehend. He could not figure out why friendly warnings were so blatantly ignored. And, most importantly, he couldn't fathom why they were always so completely caught off guard no matter how clearly he sometimes made his intention. When Kid threatened to kill someone, it was an offer he rarely ever took back. Idiots never seemed to realize that. Which brings us to the currently situation. The vibrant Sennyo was having a grand ol' time desecrating the corpse of his newest victim. A kill with no build up really wasn't his style, but the little bitch was asking for it. She'd wandered into Mafia territory without invitation and when he'd kindly informed her of her mistakes she'd challenged his authority. She ran her mouth and didn't think before acting. Thus, the little Yagi was now a comfortable bed for the much smarter and swifter male, blackened blood spattering the ground as it dripped from what was left of her corpse. She'd make a delicious meal as well, and Kid had full intention of devouring her in every manner possible. He absolutely adored playing with his food, especially when the lives of his prey were so pathetic they were laughable. At the moment he had found himself a bright young star for his latest comedy. Even the presence of another approaching could not deter him from his misdeeds. There weren't many hints, but the antennae upon his head had picked up slight shifts in the environment. There was a change in the air. Devoting instinct to the task at hand, the rest of his senses focused seeking out this new pawn. To be caught in the act was a delightful idea, one that made him grin. Another joke for the tragic comedy of the twisted necrophiliac. After all, a play was not quite right if it didn't involve the mental scaring of at least one cast member. That's why he was almost a little too giddy upon identifying the stranger lurking in the humidity. "Izzy, dahlin'! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Surprisingly, there was no pun intended.

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[isabella]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] The voice rang out, and the snake female smelled blood and... other things... along with the familiar scent of one Kid Kitandren. She shifted her vision over to the spot it came from and saw a Sennyo-shaped red spot enjoying what was left of a Yagi-shaped red spot. Interesting. "I thought I smelled this scene on the wind." She replied smoothly, eying the carcass. She switched back to normal vision and gave Kid an amused smirk. "Let me guesss, someone stupid decided to waltz in and do something unintelligent?" Opening her mouth and tasting the air, she reveled in the smell of wolf meat.

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[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] "The minds of fools make for an appetizing snack." He rose to stand in all his glory, sated grin on his maw while transparent wings fluttered upon his back. It was a grossly beautiful scene as he stood over his pathetic victim, pawing at her corpse. Soft pink tongue licked at his lips, a new sort of hunger upon him. "It's just a pity she didn't put up more of a fight. I hate when they are all bark and no bite." A chuckle escaped him as he gracefully bent his neck, biting into the tender stomach flesh of the corpse as if to accent his words. Taking a few minutes to gorge himself on the fresh meat, he then turned his bloody muzzle to face his friend. "Are you hungry, Miss Izzy? There's plenty to share, and for a Yagi the meat is surprisingly tender." The little female really had been quite pathetic. She did not deserve the fine treatment Kid had given her. Sharing the fat flesh of the weakling would only add insult to injury, showing that the stupid little creature was not quite good enough for the likes of him.

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[isabella]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] "Yesss," Isabella agreed with him, "although fools are rather easy to overcome." She watched with interest as he began devouring the corpse, delighting in it's stomach. It was a beautiful sight. She thought it very amusing in of itself that this pathetic Yagi thought it could take down a Sennyo. That sentence in of itself sounded almost like a paradox. After all, Yagi were revered as the strong, largely-built, fanged menaces of the world. Sennyo were the dainty, pretty, butterfly-winged flowers that weren't apt at fighting. Right? Wrong. She knew very well Kid was more than he seemed. Apparently this idiot Yagi had not seen that. She probably had assumed the immediate stereotype. Too late for her now. So this was why Izzy was amused. The tables were turned and a Sennyo was eating the desecrated carcass of a hotheaded Yagi. "What a mockery she was." Isabella commented, smirking. It was then that Kid chose to offer a share of his kill with her. He also mad a comment about how tender her meat was. "So she could talk the talk, but not walk the walk, eh? I think I'll take you up on that." She said, dipping her head and walking up to the dead female, taking a nibble on her shoulder. "It's amazing she's lived up until this point." She pointed out, ripping at the soft flesh.

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[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] Kid chuckled between bites, licking a spot of blood off his chin. "Not all females have the intriguing grace of a snake, dahlin'. Even that brutish Sparta could have killed her with ease. I don't know why others always seem to doubt our reputation. It's like they have no comprehension of fear and a wish for the sweet embrace of death." He returned his attention to the carcass, eating his fill. When he finished, he pranced several feet away and began to lick himself clean. The Sennyo was all about appearance and presentation. It was rude to wear your food in the presence of another, and thus he had to make sure his red and yellow form was once again spotless. The rest of the corpse was Isabella's to do with as she pleased. Once finished, Kid was on his feet again. He felt full, but only half satisfied. Life in the Mafia was so easy these days. In fact, he honestly found it to be too easy. There was no thrill or excitement. Most of the time they loitered in their little jungle, doing their own thing. It was awfully confining after having spent a hundred years wandering, stalking, and killing however he pleased. But now that he had some company, maybe he could have some nice, clean fun. "Say, Miss Izzy, have you any plans for the rest of the evening? The company of idiots is taxing, and I'm on the hunt for something a bit more... interesting." By interesting, he meant some sort of game. He loved to play elaborate games, especially ones that required much thought. He hadn't really had a chance to use his brain in a while. It was time to learn something new. And if Isabella wanted to join him, the more the merrier. Sure he usually flew solo, but maybe she would have a suggestion to make his day a little more interesting.

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[isabella]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] Isabella ate her fill and sat up herself, licking between her claws as she sat back and cleaned herself. "Or the flitty grace of a butterfly." She remarked. "And Sparta could've killed plenty of the morons I've seen prancing around here like they own the place." She didn't know why the topic had suddenly changed to Sparta. It was curious in her mind. But oh well, it was more like a sub-topic anyway. The general conversation was going towards Kid's personal interest anyway. He finished cleaning before she did because he'd eaten his fill before she had. Isabella stood up when she herself was presentable and licked her lips a final time. "At least she didn't have some terrible disease." She said, looking at what little was left of the Yagi. Then he asked her if she had plans for the rest of the night. No, she didn't really. But suddenly an idea sparked in her mind. It'd been one she'd passively been mulling over for a while now. She didn't really think anything of it, actually. It was the same way a wolf would wonder what it was like to hop like a frog and puff out their throat. Briefly wonder, then passively dismiss it. But this was an actual chance that had presented itself to her. And as the old saying went, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Interesting, hm?" She said, walking around the carcass and looking him in the eye. No way was she gonna get flustered about this. Actually, Isabella was rarely flustered about anything. She always thought through her plans, and made sure they would work out some way or another. The day they didn't would probably be the day she died. And she wasn't about to see the day. At least not anytime soon. "Well, I have a proposal for you, Kid." Izzy began, flicking her long tail. "This is the place where we first met, remember?" She continued. Not that the romantic aspect of it really mattered to her. But it did set the atmosphere, and she was trying to get to the point. "So, why don't we make the Mafia more interesting by making children? Surely, with both of our brains put together, it would breed powerful young. Just think of how much we are in need of intelligence right now." Isabella finally got it out, and she smirked at him, like it was a normal lets-go-kill-someone-for-the-hell-of-it proposal. Actually, that would be pretty normal in the Mafia. This, however, was new. Interesting.

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[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] Isabella seemed to think more highly of the Yagi male than he did. Then again, Sparta was Kid's opposite in more ways than one. All brute and no brains. Of course the Sennyo was going to discredit him. Tormenting his pack mate was fun. But the topic was fleeting, shifting slowly until it settled upon more intriguing matters. Kid shifted about, wings, ears, and paws all twitching. Sitting still had never really been his thing. He like movement and physical contact and making his acquaintances as uncomfortable as possible. But Isabella was a bit more than an acquaintance (even though one day he intended for her to die by his fangs, just like everyone he met). Somehow she had managed to become his friend. Of course, the fact that she had some semblance of a brain and didn't seem to cringe at his odd habits was a bit of an advantage for her. The Myou had managed to earn his respect. Which is why her question managed to flabbergast him. His body went rigid as he stared at her with wide eyes, confusion written all over his face. She wanted to have his children? But... How? Why? He'd never...! Shifting slightly, he waltzed closer to her, circling her as he looked her body over thoughtfully. She did have a point. The pack was sorely lacking in his particular brand of cunning. The thought of actively upping their average IQ was appealing. Halting beside her, his breath was hot as his nose found its way to her ear. "I've never been with someone still living," he whispered, licking the base of her ear roughly. Maybe for once his normally flirtations actions took on a deeper meaning. He had wanted a new experience. His intentions, however, had more so involved a game of tag-team cat and mouse. Copulation was something of a different matter. For him it had always been a power trip, a way of asserting total dominance. Something consensual, where his partner had the option to struggle or enjoy, was completely out of his league. Especially when she was the one who clearly wanted this. The action would be far from what he himself considered normal. In fact, it was so far out of his box of comfort that he could not resist the idea. Various scenarios played over in his mind, each one different in small ways. But they all had the same outcome. He would gain a new experience without resorting to the same atrocities that his father had committed. Miss Izzy was asking his permission. There would be no force or pain or dominance. Instead, they would share an intimate waltz, one that would further separate the Sennyo from the past he so desperately did not want to repeat. Moving before her again, he caught her eyes with his vibrant green. His expression shown with curiosity and caution, questioning her without words. He wanted, no, needed to be sure of this. The moment hinged upon her approval. Kid refused to do anything she did not want, honestly concerned about her well-being. It was a rare side of him, one that had shattered long ago. For once he seemed as childishly naive as his preferred moniker. This whole ordeal was teetering precariously on a dangerous line. If he didn't do it right, he would struck hard by the ghosts of his past. Kid could not afford for such memories to surface, not after he had lived so long in bliss. Which is why, for once in his life, he was not the one holding all of the cards. The female controlled his fate, and as unsettling as it was he knew such precautions were far better than if he remained in charge. Instinct would see her dead before he took the time to fill her request. Thus, he would let her guide him; he would not act without instruction. Maybe he was over-thinking the situation, but he refused to take her in the same manner his father had abused his mother, his sisters, himself. Isabella was the madam, and Kid was but her little servant boy. Until he was sure that she was sure he refused to move another muscle.

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[isabella]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/1621vm9.png] Isabella noted that Kid's reaction to her proposal was immediate. And as he circled her, checking her out, she did get a chance for her own gaze to trail along the Sennyo's body. Yes, he was damn pretty. No, she was not infatuated with him. She just thought that he was probably one of the best choices out of the entire gang they called the Mafia. After all, intelligence paired with appearance that was a more than a little above standard for a normal Sennyo, was hard to come by. The fact that he was a psychotic maniac who killed for pleasure- more than one kind of pleasure, at that - and then devoured his victims didn't really rank high on her list of turn-offs. In fact, it didn't even rank. Isabella committed many of the acts he had, and had enjoyed them. Sure, the necrophilia part didn't really have personal appeal. But hey, whatever floated his boat. The fact that he was also pleasant to be around - as in knowing how to treat a lady, even if it was some sort of act, and being able to hold an intelligent conversation, was a bonus. He licked her ear then, and told her he was something of a virgin. Something of a basically translating into only had sex with the dead. She supposed it was almost the same. "Well, you're not alone there, my friend." Though she'd almost had what could seem like an encounter with some males, it'd never really turned out. Not like she was too sad about that. They were all idiots, in the truest sense of the word. Like the saying went, stupid is as stupid does. And so, here she was now. Kid swung around and met her face to face, their eyes locking. Isabella noticed with some surprise that there was a... vulnerable look in his eyes. He looked like he might want it, but was holding back just a smidge. Just the unspoken question hung in the air. He just needed a little push. Understanding hit Isabella and she knew what to do, what to say. She tiled her head, giving him an encouraging grin. "Go ahead, Kid. There's nothing to worry about right now. We both know that we want this." The tilt of her head was a sign of submission. As much as she would ever give, that is. He was the male here, after all. And she knew, that if he did by some off-chance go psycho on her, she would at least not go down without a fight. He would probably be bitten, at the least. Her venom was strong, and he had a petite body. But that thought wasn't even a concern. It was a basic instinct, in the farthest fold of her mind and totally not the line of thought she was going through. This submission was a go ahead for something more than just animal pleasure. It was for something real, even if fleetingly. It meant something. Go on, it's alright.

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[`"Kid" and "Kit"]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/33xymox.png] A silly half smile twisted his lip at her own admission. Well weren't they quite the odd pair. How two of the most vicious, ruthless, bloodthirsty wolves could share such a tender moment was almost surreal. They were acting almost normal. Kid would have laughed at the idea if his mind wasn't focused elsewhere. He was being too careful to pay attention to irony. A tilt of her head, a soft smile, and a few encouraging words made him gulp nervously. The Sennyo licked his lips, taking several tentative steps closer. Sweetly he ran his body along hers, glancing back to her face every so often to make sure he still had the okay. He didn't want to screw this up; he couldn't afford to screw this up. One wrong move and he could kill her. Or worse, he could become his father. The last thing he wanted was to treat Miss Izzy in such an atrocious manner. When he was finally behind her, a soft whine reverberated in his larynx. He sought one last vote of confirmation before sliding his body over her's. His taller, lighter build put him at a fine advantage, and with more care than he'd ever treated any situation he sweetly licked and nibbled her neck, reassuring her as much as he was himself. Together they swayed, intimately dancing to music only they could hear. And when the song finished, a strange sense of euphoria settled over the pair. The feelings coursing through Kid as he pulled away to again find her face were strange but not unpleasant. It was a different sort of high than when he played with the corpses of his victims. Unlike the dead, Isabella was responsive. The odd sensations were intriguing, to say the least. He sat down in the shaggy grass, reclining in an attempt to battle the delightful exhaustion. Rarely did he ever feel sated enough to want a nap. Bright eyes fixed upon his partner in crime, it was hard to hide his grin as he watched her intently. "I must say, Miss Izzy, that was something else." Overall, a pleasing experiment. Would he ever do it again? That question was still up for debate. This situation was neither about power nor control. It had been an experiment, a once in a life time experience to store away for later use. Since the chance of such a tender act being beneficial to him held low odds, chances of its replication were even lower now that it had been done once. Isabella had satisfied his curiosity; answer given, it was time to find a new question.

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