Ezio°
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Post by Ezio° on Apr 7, 2012 23:49:14 GMT
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Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown'
As he heard her chase after him, he knew in the back of his mind she would catch up. He was larger, and therefore slower. There was no contest between speed. Aurora had speed. Corbis had power. They were a match made in hell to be truthful. Corbis slid those jowls back as he felt the cool air hit his nose and eyes, the winter chill flooding his pelt. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his head. As he spun about upon her, challenging her, there was a rasp in his tone, a sadistic sound that almost dared her to get closer, something inside him wanted blood.
He snarled loudly as he tore off into those woods, hearing her once again give chase. His head lowered a bit more as he ran, before feeling her shoulder slide across his flank and as she redirected herself, the doberman spun on his thin yet muscled legs and tore after her. He tore after her, that mocking tone just fueling the fire that burned in his core, wanting to watch blood spill out of her delicate pretty neck. His lips drew back again, drool sliding across his fangs as he narrowed his eyes and propped his shoulders up with a vicious bark in return to her challenge.
Corbis lifted his head up, feeling the nip on his ear when she'd brushed past him. He practically let out a roar as he used that final burst of energy that was building in his gut and lunged forward, finding the fur of her shoulder, and using his weight to push his side into her, hoping to unsteady her. When he hit her, his front paws slid up into the air just slightly, and he went up and over her, using his front to bring her with him. They bowled over each other for several feet until Corbis felt his teeth detach from that lovely pelt and he was thrown away from her about two and a half feet from her.
He blinked a couple times, the wind knocked out of him before he quickly rolled to his feet, bore his teeth and lunged to snap his teeth across her ear. He missed by mere centimeters, but if he had caught her flesh, it would have ripped that flawless pointed flesh like paper. He retreated back a couple steps, snarling dangerously as he rocked his shoulders, testing her with that heavy growl.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Apr 10, 2012 3:27:39 GMT
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Picking herself up off the ground once she had inhaled a few lungfuls of fresh air and recovered somewhat, the Siberian husky shook herself to clear her head and dislodge any dirt or other objects such as leaf fragments that had attached themselves to her fur during her wild dash and fall through the undergrowth. She didn't want to have to find a river to wash herself in or roll in the snow unless she had to, but she was extremely fussy about her pelt, and hated to get it dirty. Satisfied, she stretched leisurely, wincing slightly at the pain in her left side. After examining herself to check that she had not sustained any injuries that might have gone unnoticed otherwise, she looked around to see where Corbis was.
As she did so, Aurora heard a noise beside her and turned towards it; Corbis' snapping mouth missed her ear by barely an inch. She watched him worldlessly, sizing him up as he backed up away from her. His snarling did nothing to faze her as she eyed him with narrowed eyes; she seemed to almost be waiting for something as she blinked her blue eye and her amber one calmly. A slow smile appeared on her face as she shifted her position slightly, her movements causing the dead leaves beneath her paws and the thin layer of snow to crunch and crackle. Suddenly, with a playful roar of her own, she barreled headlong at him, hoping to catch him unawares and knock off his paws as he had done to her only a few moments ago.
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Ezio°
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Post by Ezio° on Apr 27, 2012 19:48:54 GMT
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Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown'
They both had tumbled like fighting twisted snakes before dropping in a heaping pile of dust and leave. He pinned his botched ears back slightly, moving them to twist backwards before he lay crouched on the ground, a breath puffing from his lips as he panted loudly. His tongue hung loosely from his maw, swinging slightly with each heavy exhale, drool seeping from his teeth to drip onto the already moist floor. He rocked his shoulders, his legs spreading as he propped himself up and lowering his head dangerously. He almost dared her to make another move towards him. But when he watched her stretch, his mouth parted a little more, his jowls lifted to show those sharp fangs and a wolfish grin stretched across his face.
Truthfully he was half expecting her form to come crashing into his, and as she hit him, he wrapped his front paws around her throat, rolling with her as his teeth locked onto her scruff. They tumbled over and over, his fur getting soaked in with the wet snow and dirt. His back legs kicked out with a loud thump he attempted to pin her beneath him. If he succeeded then he'd ease his jaws close to her face in that devilishly handsome yet sinister snarl before cooing out a delicate, “Why don't you fear me?” The voice was low, almost a whisper. If he hadn't succeeded in the pin, he'd simply say the same such thing, but from a few inches away from their broken tussle. She was different then most of the females, and it drove him nuts.He hated that she didn't cower before him. And yet, it drove him wild. He practically adored it.
(ooc: D: I take so long for such a short post, forgive me Mac)
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Post by {Mactíre} on May 6, 2012 5:09:12 GMT
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Aurora's pointed ears twitched slightly as she heard a thump behind her. She felt his full weight on top of her for the second time that day, pressing down upon her. Because of the angle that her legs were at, all she could do was struggle uselessly as she collapsed beneath him, her legs splayed on both sides of her body. She shivered pleasurably as he brought his head down beside hers, his muzzle right by her face, a cruel and sinister but somehow attractive snarl painted across it. His voice had all the dark sweetness of honey in it and the tenderness of a lover as he spoke to her.
The young female could not help but let out a chuckle at his words, even as she lay pinned by his larger body. It was a sound like a dozen tiny bells tinkling. "Fear you, Corbis? Oh, but I do, but not in the way one would assume." She half regretted that second sentence even as she uttered, but there way no way to take it back now - it was too late. In vain she attempted to ease her body out from under his, pushing upward with her whole body, but it was no use, he was too big, too strong. She continued trying to free herself as she spoke again. "I have never met a dog like you, and I'm sure, had I been any other bitch, I never would have wanted to to, even in my nightmares - but you're so different and yet so handsome that I don't think I could fear you for your looks or your devilish demeanour - I rather like them."
What Aurora left unsaid was that she was afraid of him, in that he was a male, and most of the males she'd ever met were bigger and stronger than her. She feared being overpowered, being controlled and dominated by another creature - and males were the only one who'd ever been able to do that to her. That was why she'd done what she had before leaving her family, that was why she'd let herself be outlawed by her father. She cherished her freedom and independence above everything else, and that was one reason why she did her best to show every dog she met that they couldn't outdo her. Because if they got the notion that they could, she feared that they would want to do more than that.
And she was terrified, deep down, that the Doberman whom she liked and and yet feared would realise all this.
OOC;; Oooh, draaamaa! And yes, Corbis is more than welcome to realise what she means. I started this post and had no idea where it was going. . . Then Aurora just took over and wrote the rest. That's what it feels like, anyways!
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Ezio°
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Post by Ezio° on Jul 18, 2012 6:42:34 GMT
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Walk With The Devil "Beg Me For Mercy" 'Mental Breakdown'
His lips peeled into a sadistic grin as she twisted beneath him like a meal ready for the taking. He felt that shiver against his fur and just smirked in amusement before his lips parted and a warm sinister breath whispered across her ear. His face twitched and changed when she spoke and he pulled his head back, his chin touching his chest as he stared down at her, nostrils flaring a little. As she squirmed to free herself, he stayed gaunt, his paws keeping her beneath him as his botched ears moved slightly as if he was listening to her. He could hear her speech and his face contorted into an almost disgusted snarl when he realized what she was talking about. He scowled and pulled himself off her, not bothering to be gentle as one of his back legs kicked across her ribs and he stalked a few feet from her, his lips parting as saliva started to ooze down from his jowls. He shook his head as a vicious snarl ripped from his chest and he lunged at the nearest tree, locking his teeth on the bark as he ripped and tore at it, scraping his mouth bloody before he stopped and looked to her, his eyes wild and the blood mixed drool oozing from his chin. He growled and stared, taking a step towards her before his pupils began to contract slowly and he shook his head again, breathing hard. He snarled deeply and huffed deeply.
“You're nothing more then another bitch. Only used for tail and then tossed into the dirt.” he said, though it was slightly a lie. She caught his attention, and that was more then most did. What made it even more different that he had been around her this long after getting what he wanted. “Do not forget your place!” He snarled deeply and snapped his head away from her, making his way through the trees as if getting away from her would make things better. He just wanted distance between her. He just hoped her irritating childish like tendency she seemed to have wouldn't mean she'd chase after him like a pup. His head was low and his botched ears would have been pinned back if there was anything left. The scarred form of the devil himself dragged claws through the dirt as he walked towards what sounded like a small stream where he could get a drink and rinse the throbbing cuts from his maw. Just more scars. Even his gums had scars, his pads were covered in them, hell he looked like a train wreck gone bad if that was possible.
But he couldn't get her out of his head. And that's what tweaked that twitching in his muscles and made his core feel warm.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Jul 28, 2012 22:07:06 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i673.photobucket.com/albums/vv97/tothestars_/amid.png]Aurora didn't know how she'd expected Corbis to react to her words, but what he did do was completely unexpected, though she probably could've and should've anticipated it. Still, she felt hurt building up inside her, and not from the kick to her ribs that he inflicted as he scrambled free of her. His snarl resounded in her ears as she pulled herself upright, watching in horrified fascination as he lunged at a tree, attacking it as if it were another creaure. She supposed she should be glad it wasn't her he was attacking; it it had been, she'd be nothing but a limp, bloodied mess by now. Then the Doberman turned and looked at her. The female glared right back at him, showing she was not afraid. If he did choose to attack her, she could return the favour, or run.
It seemed that was not his intent, however; the Siberian Husky watched as he shook his head, snarling and huffing, the sounds evenually forming words. Words that made her blood boil and peel back her lips in a snarl of her own. "How dare you! What would you know? You barely know me!" His second string of words, almost a command, enraged her further. "What do you mean, my place? I'll never submit to you!" She wached as he walked a distance away, not bothering to follow. He didn't seem to want her to, anyway. Sitting down with a thump, she licked her injured rib and growled in soft resentment, her head a turmoil of conflicting emotions.
OOC;; Sorry for the shortness - blame Valoria!
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