harvesting all, but sanity. [ open ]

[CREEPSHOW!?]

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh249/Nautulisx/caricemiddle-1.png] It had only seemed that the longer she spent alone, in this forsaken pack. The more she seemed to crave bodies, bodies of wolves - bodies of animals, as if she were a dragon. That had prefered skin and blood, over gold and seethrough or shiney objects. Almost like she was bout ready to take a straight jacket in order to keep her from going insane, to keep her from becoming a murderess that everyone in the long run would fear, and plan to kill. In the end, it would be a whole blood spliing war - just to get a single female in their grasps. Killing her, and her alone. With of course added count when others got in the way. No. No. It appeared that would never be the case, Carice herself would never come to see this many bodies in one place, and only in a single moment. How that made her fantasy crash, without this, there was nothing. Nothing for her to enjoy, nothing for her to feed her imagination. One day, one day. She knew that this feeling would die away. But today - today, it was still there. Laying down in the maze, against its shrubery walls. She placed her head to her paws, closed those amethyst eyes, and rested. At what she would hope to be a long, and meaningful peace. However, she was always known to be wrong when it came to moments like these. After all, why would one leave another alone when the smell of blood was in the air. Ah. You didn't really believe that carice had lost her skillful edge? Yes. At the start of the maze, layed a poor soul, perhaps a loner, or a member of another pack that had worked its way into the land without have been being noticed. How she hated them, those that thought they were swift. Her pink oral ran along her ebony coated lips and cleaned the red damp fur. Before lowering tongue onto paws, removing all unwanted debris, and of course, blood. Her tail would beat out at the ground for a few careless moments before letting it join her, against her side. Low, growls rolled out of her vocals in warning to those that felt the need to come closer to the she-devil. She often was alone, even if she warned them. That didn't mean that she'd really like to be alone. What fun was being alone. Mimicing yourself wasn't fun, not in the least. Comments on how distasteful, or others. It was no fun, not to do to yourself anyways. She wasn't going crazy, atleast she seemed to keep promising herself that she wasn't. To much blood was going to herhead. Clogging her thinking process, or , perhaps it was this damned maze, it made her look to the plants, and only want to paint them with the blood of her company. Made her feel sad, but for what? Them, or herself. Even that she could not process. . . There was a lot, so much. That she herself. Couldn't nor would ever seem to understand. this is as cold as her words ~

[MistressofNight]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qxavk4.png] Traveling. Oh the pain that came with traveling. The ground was rough, the soft grass only adorning areas of the Earth that were not walked upon, at least not in the present moment in time. The terrain had changed greatly from where he had once been. A loner, simple. He wanted pack life now, to feel the presence of others everywhere he went. Calling the outskirt lands home hadn’t felt right to him. Though he was usually a loner anyway, after meeting the lovely Zurian had he thought of becoming a member of a pack. He knew he wouldn’t find her. She had up and left without even the slightest notion of why or where but he had moved on. He had met another as well but there again, it had been a strange encounter. The land before him opened up into a strange maze like forest, sudden turns and dead ends littering it everywhere though what kind of maze wouldn’t have dead ends? That was the way they were built. He stopped as he came to one of those dead ends, the dirty white of his fur appearing almost gray in the strange lighting that hung over head. Eyes of piercing yellow were the mirrors to his soul though for any who looked, they would find nothing but blood, lust, sex. It wasn’t often he had shown his soft spot towards anyone, besides that of the lovely Artemis he had only met weeks before now. His weakness was simple. The lovely females, the potential mothers to his broad if he ever decided to settle down in such a way that allowed him to care for his own pups. He hadn’t found that one specific female simply because of his nature. He preferred to be around multiple females at once if he could manage it, though what sex was done, no pups had been born from such play. He had made sure it wouldn’t happen that way, not yet. He was still in his prime, preferring his games whether than settling down as some would have done already at his age. Turning down another part of the maze, a scent caught him. Female. Strange and dark came a long with it but that he was accustomed to. He to wasn’t exactly the most normal brute you’d meet. Tongue of dark red licking at his lips, salivating slightly at the thought of potentially getting to have some fun tonight as he had weeks and months before. A devious smile caressed his lips in thought as he traveled forth, nostrils to the ground before him as he tried to follow the scent of the other. Others had traveled here as well, though none other scent was as strong as the female’s he followed. He knew he had entered another’s terra though where the leader was, he was unsure. He would find them eventually, finding this place more that suitable for a beast such as himself. The scent stopped suddenly, his head rising from the ground, trying to catch it once more. Where had she gone? Had his nose been simply playing tricks on him or had he lost it further back? He growled slightly in frustration, his wings rising from his back to create an arch over his head. Even with the small movement, the scent came back to him. He had been going the wrong direction. He turned down another area of the maze once more, the scent stronger here than it had been in the place before. Where was she? He had never been in such a maze before so it was hard for him not to see places he had passed once more. . Speeeeech!