Hysteria
Hellion Mafia
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 10, 2011 13:20:04 GMT -5
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Hysteria had been laying in the prairie by herself all afternoon. She was quite bored, and so resorted to gnawing away at a leg bone she found earlier that day. Her sharp teeth had worn away almost all of the sun-bleached outside and she worked her way toward the inner bone marrow. It wasn't like she had anything better to do, and this bone at least gave her a sense of purpose.
She grew tired of her play-thing and flung it away with a twist of her neck. Her red eyes watched the bone bounce off the dirt and land a few feet away. Hysty sighed and laid her head on top of her paws. Surely there were other loners looking for some company?
It seemed the bone had landed on top of a grouse nest. The bird was disturbed by the flying carrion and flustered away from it. A cheerful smile brightened Hysteria's morbidly-marked face as she spotted her prey. The grouse was only a few feet above the ground by the time Hysty dashed toward it.
The plump bird panicked on its small wings, but Hysteria was tall and could jump rather high. Her hungry jaws clamped around the ptarmigan's wing, thus dragging it back down to Earth. The bird struggled in her grip, its small talons slashing at her face. The hybrid released her grip, allowing the injured bird to flounder around the prairie, seeking safety.
Now was the fun part..The she-wolf stalked leisurely behind the wounded fowl, letting her element finish off the bird. In only a few minutes all the blood in the bird's body had escaped through the bite wounds on its wing, causing death.
The proud huntress carried her trophy in her mouth and paraded it around the empty grassland. She dropped her catch on the ground and then began the process of pulling feathers from it.
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 10, 2011 14:46:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]His life has been uninteresting since his last kill which was months ago. His venomous claws were itching to feel the poison being injected into the body. His canines were slavering at the thought of sinking them into the vulnerable exposed throat of his prey and his pink tongue missed the taste of success as blood spurted from his deadly wound. Red sighed inaudibly as he thought of his.. lifestyle. His father didn't enjoy it and warned him so often that it can be repulsive but Red did enjoy it. He liked the feeling of power he had when he killed. His prey would do anything he desired in a vain hope of survival. He liked the feeling of being the master of death. Red was an executioner and the decision of life and death fell on him.
But not for months. The only life and death he had seen recently was his food. A lot of jackalopes and an occasional deer if he succeeded in injecting his weapon. Their lives were insignificant in comparison to the lives of wolves. His own species. Many would consider Red a murderer. And rightly so. But this lupus would argue that whatever he does he was just carrying out his orders and the true murderers were his hirers.
Pan Fion was sauntering through the prairie when he heard the scraping sound. Teeth against bone (he should know). He sniffed once before continuing. Then some sudden noises of a bird erupted somewhere in front of him which were fading away. There was a hunter somewhere over there. An odd sort of hunter he suspected as whatever it was doing, it killed that bird slowly. The bird sounds ended when Red approached the location of the hunter and its prey. A bright streak distracted his still gaze; the wolf, she-wolf was striking blue in colour with odd red-black marking along her flank. There was also marking around her eyes which stretched to her nose. But the oddest was the one around her mouth. It stretched into an illusion of a biggest smile.
The wolf settled down to begin her plucking. Her appearance unnerved Red slightly but he soon shifted his soft-coloured gaze forward and restarted his walking, attempting to ignore the blue wolf. [/scrolly] |
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Hysteria
Hellion Mafia
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 10, 2011 18:22:28 GMT -5
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Hysteria saw out of the corner of her eye, the movement of the red and white lupus. Her tail began to wag in excitement. Who was this stranger? Did he want to play with her? Her head shot up from the dead bird and pointed expectantly in the direction of Pan Fion. She was slightly disappointed to see him ignore the fact that she existed. Still, she gave him the benefit of the doubt.
The hybrid put a paw on top of her kill and then called out to the stranger, "Hey you!" She said. There was no way he could ignore her now! "Come over here." A friendly smile with a hint of deviousness lighted her painted face.
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 11, 2011 11:21:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]After having just a peek at her weird face and walking past her presence, Red's hackles rose and skin prickled with apprehension. There was something around her... Something odd and unnatural. It was probably because of that ongoing fading dying screams of the bird. A true hunter would dispatch his prey swiftly to end its suffering; across its head should do. But he knew she didn't, and that told him that there was something going on in her mind. And that black grin didn't help. So he began to hurry, hoping to get away from her as soon as possible. She hadn't cried out at him, nor acknowledged him yet. There was still a hope that she hadn't noticed him but he knew it was faint; perhaps she did notice him but decided to ignore h--
A cry came behind him dashed his attempt to leave the area as soon as possible. Slowly, with a heavy reluctance, he turned his handsome face toward her and saw her face grinning back. A real grin with extra black grin caused his skin to prickle yet again. Her eyes seemed to match her odd smile: sharp and penetrable. And her shape... what was she? She looked like a sennyo but there wasn't any trademark butterfly wings upon her back. She began to beckon him over but his pride caused him to stand still at the same place, with his back at her. At least he could be a little more polite; Red turned his body, facing her directly. Now that he could see her properly, there was a happy but also a faint devious look on her odd slender face that he didn't like.
Exasperation was clear on the white lupus's face as he spoke: "What do you want me for?" His cold unfriendliness was from his lonely lifestyle and the thought he was more superior than others. He didn't understand why other wolves would be happy to socialise when it wasn't necessary. In fact he found other wolves quite irritating.
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 11, 2011 11:36:32 GMT -5
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Hysteria was slightly off-put by his antisocial behavior, but regardless her buoyant mood was unalterable. Only serious altercations could truly cause Hysty to be angry. Mood swings were normal for her, but her emotions hardly ever dipped low enough to register on sadness or fury.
She ripped off a leg from the bird and tossed it carelessly at the male's paws. Hysteria would give him the whole damn bird if it meant keeping him around. She enjoyed company and valued it as entertainment. It was why she had chosen to join a pack in the first place, and why living as a wanderer just wouldn't do.
"For company of course." She answered, a couple stray feathers flying from her mouth. "Won't you join me for lunch?" The female giggled flirtatiously, "Oh come on, don't make me beg, sweetie."
She left her meal for a moment to approach the white and red wolf, "What is it that makes you want to run from me, hm?" Hysty began to circle him, her deep eyes looking him over. "Are you shy? Or scared? Or just plain rude?"
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 11, 2011 12:04:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]Red still stood, fully expected to be allowed to leave soon. In fact his left paw started to hover as if he was going to move any time soon so having the odd wolf tearing her prey's leg and tossed it to him didn't help. Red's lips stretched backward into a disgusted snort. "What do you think I am? A mangy beggar?" His overinflated pride refused to allow him to accept the gift. Especially when it had been tossed at him carelessly. But behind that cheap gesture, he knew that she really wanted something from him. The answer soon came; she just wanted him around. To talk and stuff. Didn't she know that he would be much happier being alone with his thoughts than flapping his jaws with someone?
"I have some much better offers than you." He was ignorant to her flirtatious advance. Not with an intent. In reality, he didn't realise what she was really doing; he thought she was just being friendly. This ignorance resulted from being raised away from any female so it wasn't exactly his fault. Soon he saw that he had no choice but to sit down and wait, or at least talk, this out but he still refused to accept his lunch.
There was a cold arrogance on his white face as he watched her leaving her lunch to move toward him and made a circle around him. Oh, how he hated circling wolves. He listened her words patiently and slowly his scorn developed on his face. Red lifted his body to stand again and attempted to block the blue wolf's circular path; "Am I running now?" He glared at her with his soft brown eyes incredulously.
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Hysteria
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 11, 2011 12:18:53 GMT -5
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Hysteria looked around then smiled tauntingly at her new friend, "Oh? Where are those offers of yours, dear?" Her blood-tinged tongue skirted across her lips, "Because I don't see anyone else around.." She could tell he wasn't pleased with their interaction, which only made Hysteria more persistent. She lived to please, and wanted to quickly figure out what she could do to make this stranger happy.
Surprise fluttered across her face when Red put himself in front of her path. "Nope." Hysty answered his question with a chuckle, "I guess you've decided to stick around and chat with me awhile." Seeing that he wasn't going to eat the grouse leg, Hysteria helped herself. "Where were you going in such a hurry, anyway?"
She sat down and tore a chunk from the fat haunch. "You sure you're not hungry?" Hysteria began to play with her food, causing the fresh spurting blood of the fowl to dance tantalizingly around Red's face.
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 11, 2011 12:43:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]Red wrinkled his muzzle in distaste. Who does this bitch think she is? "Is it any of your business?" He inclined his head. Really who was this creeper? And why was she so persistent? As far as he knew she could walk or wait for next passer-by to irritate and toss her prey's piece at. But his patience and politeness caused him to stay in a place, bracing for the next silly things she might have to throw at him, either figuratively or literally.
"What I am doing or not doing isn't something you can poke your nose in. And do you really need to know where I am going?" Hell, was this wolf that nosy? Was it the reason she has a long snout? Red watched at her taking her gift and began to tear it into pieces, faint interest and disgust in his eyes. "Yes. I'm positively sure." His voice remained velvety smooth without any traces of impatience and scorn.
Then somehow the blood from the leg drifted into his face, sparking with gore and dancing under afternoon sun. What the hell was this? His revulsion was fully evident on his white face, was this blood? His wide eyes darted at the blue wolf. He had seen many preys in his life but not once, even once, had he played with his preys. They had life and did not deserve to be a toy in death. "What's wrong with you?!" He was shocked with this wolf. Every wolves at least should know how to treat their prey no matter whatever is wrong with their mind.
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 11, 2011 12:52:58 GMT -5
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So defensive. How was she ever to break through that tough exterior? The same way she did with the fowl, of course. A surge of violent desire coursed through the female's body and caused her to shiver with anticipation. She wasn't angry, only slightly insulted. This wolf needed to loosen up..
"What's wrong with YOU?" She countered in a child-like manner, sticking her tongue out at him. Hysteria couldn't understand what had caused him to be so disgusted, but she would prod him further to find out.
The tall female stood up and shot Red a grisly smile. Just then the blood which swirled near his head began to slice at his cheek, his nape, his ear..It would take some fast reflexes to dodge the onslaught of gore which Hysteria flung in his direction.
She giggled with sadistic mirth, pulling more blood from her kill to use against the lupus.
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 11, 2011 13:15:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]After some gruelling lessons tutored by his father, Pan learned that every animal, even after death, shouldn't be toyed with. They were part of the world Red and even this creep live in. Respecting the body of a being was like respecting the nature. He was absolutely horrified at the sight of the beast playing with the vital liquid. This grouse once had lived and squawked along its fellow birds, and now it ended up as a toy for this twisted wolf.
Red was even more appalled when she countered childishly. Was this wolf right in mind. She looked adult, had adult parts and knew how to use them yet she behaved like a child. For just a moment, the white male was terrified of her. A child usually learns how to behave from its parents and is normally prevented from doing naughty things by its parents. But, from what he had seen, this wolf wasn't taught how to behave nor how to tell what was right and what was wrong. This made him think what was she capable of doing if she didn't have a teacher.
The droplets of blood that had previously caressed his face suddenly sharpened and speared at him. Red did move swiftly, but not swift enough for that the blood spear cut through his neck. He hissed with a sudden jolt of pain and looked back to the childish wolf. She giggled cheerfully and he saw her drew more red liquid from her prey. With no violent intent, he leapt at her and felt his venom pulsing through his vessels, filling the poison glands in his claws. He knew that his poison wasn't strong enough to kill a full grown wolf like her, but it was strong enough to cause her to weaken and perhaps she'll lose consciousness temporarily. He just needed her to be restrained and shut up.
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 11, 2011 13:28:39 GMT -5
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Oh yes, Hysteria was having a grand old time. She could see that this wolf was not interested in talking, so she was content to play with him instead. Once she drew blood from his body, Hysty was able to get more and more from the seemingly insignificant wound. That coupled with the blood she obtained from the bird meant that the hybrid had a lot of ammo to use.
She giggled madly when he charged into her. So he did want to play! The bright blue wolf smiled happily at the male who attacked her, but the smile vanished when she began to feel the effects of his poison. Hysteria brought out the blood from her own wounds and tentatively placed it on her tongue.
"Poison?" She questioned. "Interesting." The insane grin returned to her outlined lips. Hysteria continued to draw out more blood from herself, careful to separate the tainted liquid from the healthy. "Nice try, cutie."
Hysteria built a sort of rope from the ample supply of blood and attempted to constrict Red's paws with it. Even though she could stop the poison from running through her veins, the hybird didn't want any more of it to enter her system.
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 11, 2011 13:51:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]After injecting the poison into the wolf by simply raking her pelt, Red withdrew and started to wait for its effects to start. But as he retreated he stumbled slightly; his legs started to sway. He started to notice that he felt drained and his skin and fur around his nape were sticky. The scent of iron drifted around his nostrils and all it took was a glance at his shoulder to know that he was bleeding heavily. But it was only a small rip... Almost instantly he remembered the wolf draining her prey, and using the blood as her weapons. Shit. She was draining him as well, no matter how big the cut was. He realised that if there was a slightest drop of blood she was able to take control of it.
Despite the situation, Red smirked when the opposite wolf started to feel the effects of his own weapon which faltered when she started to drew it out. Her sadistic smile drove him mad. Now Red didn't get outraged easily but this wolf had really driven him to it. His handsome face was now marked with a vicious fury and all of his limbs started to move forward to the wolf when he felt something snaking around them softly. Then they tightened and Red collapsed. "Ugh!" He grunted when he slammed his chin on the grassy ground.
He looked up at the sadistic wolf with an alarming outrage. He saw that her leg was close to his jaws so with a lightning fast strike he attempted to clasp his jaws together around her leg with a such strength. His sharpened fangs gleaming with seeping poison. He gave it with all of his might for that this might be his last chance to attack her.
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 12, 2011 11:58:25 GMT -5
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Hysteria yipped in surprise as much as pain when Red sunk his fangs into her foreleg. That was unexpected, but she could always use an injury to her advantage. The hybrid did not want to pull away from the other wolf's jaws and by proxy cause more damage to herself, so instead she stayed where she stood. While Red's mouth was still clamped onto her leg, Hysty manipulated the blood coming out of the wound to hopefully invade both his throat and nostrils. If not causing him to suffer, it would at least make him release her leg.
"I guess play time's over.." She said sadly in between heaving breaths. The loss of so much blood had about the same effect as the poison would have, the irony of which was not lost on Hysteria. A slightly amused smile lay tiredly on her long muzzle.
She glanced over to where the grouse lay and sighed. "And now I've lost my lunch.." A wandering coyote had chanced upon the two wolves fighting and took the opportunity to grab a free meal. It trotted swiftly away, its trophy firmly in tow. Using what little strength she had left, Hysteria sent a missile of gore toward her distant cousin. The fast moving blood caused the coyote to trip and fall, but it continued on after getting up.
The female returned her attention to the more or less subdued male, "Are you ready to talk now?"
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Post by Pan Fion (Red) on Sept 12, 2011 14:14:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][bg=8f969d] [scrolly: w(300), h(300), sy]His body pulsed with savage joy as he tasted her blood on his pink tongue and felt his poison leaking into the puncture wound. His jaws were clamped firmly around her calf and, to his surprise, she stood still. He knew she was up to something but he remained to have his fangs around her ankle, as long as he had to. The more poison in her system the better for him, as it would be slightly more tough for this wolf to separate them if his venom was in her system long enough... His hope began to falter; he didn't know this beast. He didn't know her capabilities and this made this struggle even more difficult for him. Normally he would stalk and try and discover many things about that wolf before striking, but this fight was unexpected. He was fighting with a stranger. Red realised that it sounded ludicrous; he didn't even know her name.
He was lying still with his teeth still fastened around her limb when he felt something move within his mouth and stroking the edges of his nostrils. His tongue tasted the substance and it was metallic. Fuck. The string of blood played around the inside of his cheek before it went deeper. Another string dug into his nose, drilling uncomfortably deeper in his left nostril. He let out a muffled whine before suddenly releasing the limb. Despite all of his discomfort he saw his rival breathed heavily. She wasn't as clever as she might appear; too much blood loss worked just as well.
He attempted to shift his head to his bounded paws, trying to scratch his muzzle and failed. The tied up position made it impossible for him to touch his face with his paws. Soon he felt the gore liquid dripping down to ground but it still tickled uncomfortably so he hissed. "Lunch? Lunch?! Release me, you goddamn bitch!" The blood in his throat began to choke him. He looked up at her dangerously but at the same time he was trying so hard to make sure the pleading look hadn't crossed his handsome but tired face. He feverishly hoped it hadn't.
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Post by Hysteria on Sept 15, 2011 17:41:29 GMT -5
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Hysteria had grown bored of her new friend. He seemed to angry, surely it couldn't be her fault? He hardly even knew her. Still, Red wasn't much fun. The female snarled, her insulted feelings showing plainly on her wrinkled snout. At once she caused the blood in the male's throat to surge powerfully onward, in an effort to hurt him. The use of her power emphasized her already deteriorating energy stores, and after a moment or two she stopped.
Now a pout lay firmly on her maw. He had refused every friendly offer she gave him, and patience could only hold out for so long. "Bitch?" She screeched indignantly, in his ear. "From where I'm standing.." Her blood drenched breath reeked down on him, "You're the bitch here." To further humiliate her toy, Hysteria took the time to slide her tongue along the side of his face.
"But don't worry, baby, I won't tell anyone.." She desperately needed to lay down and rest. The hybrid sat on her haunches, her head reeling with fatigue. The blood binds which constricted the lupus slowly relinquished their hold and fell in limp lifeless drops. "I hope you had as much fun as I did, sweetie." Her voice came out in almost whispers, "I'll make sure we meet again." The threat hung in the air and was followed by her high pitched laughter.
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