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Post by s l a w t e r ♋ on Feb 8, 2013 3:11:41 GMT
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The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky all sorts of gold and red. The snow was finally beginning to melt, and underneath it were dying scarlet leaves. Between the snow and the leaves, every other step was accompanied by a soft crunch, crunch that somewhat annoyed the female. However, she didn't let it get to her. Her ears might have twitched with every sound it made, but nothing more. Her dark eyes remained shining with the overwhelming pride she had always known and flaunted. This was her first time in the park, as the Right Hand of the Ragdoll Royale. That alone made her chest swell, and her posture straighten.
Slawter's eyes watched her packmates. Some were napping, whereas others conversed together. Some were doing as she was, simply walking through the park, and her home. Slawter couldn't help but wonder, if her packmates knew of her position yet. If they respected her more now. It was a concept she would like to know about, however, wasn't going to really explore. Whether or not they respected her, they had to obey her. But when she was appointed Right Hand, she felt a change in her heart... Or whatever was in it's place. She would rule, and gain power, but she felt the need to protect her pack now, and stand up for it. For them.
Don't get her wrong now, don't get the wrong idea. Slawter was still vicious, she was still murderous. Now, however, she had morals, in a sense. No, not that either. She knew she would really never have morals. Right was wrong, wrong was right, what;s the difference? Being in this pack, being its Right Hand, it only meant one thing; Do not murder the pack. Yes, that was about it. She finally got it, and chuckled to herself. She wouldn't let herself change to much, because no matter how hard she ever tried, she couldn't. That was the reality. She would always be the personification of insanity. Now, she just had the responsibility of a pack.
She was perfectly okay with that. Her eyes wandered towards the sky, and there here eyes narrowed. The colors all swirled together, and Slawter thought of it as herself; All her traits contrasted another, making her the perfect bit of a respected insanity. What defines you, huh? Slawter whispered, to herself, to the sky, and simply to the wind. Now that was a concept she would love to explore.
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Post by antihero on Feb 9, 2013 20:42:14 GMT
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His mother used to ask him if he had gotten bitten by a lazy bug or something of the sort, and Hero had always vigorously denied any such thing. That evening, however, he had most definitely been bitten by something. The cold was making his leg hurt more than he would admit, and Heron decided it would be better to just... settle down or something. He curled himself up in the alcove of a tree's roots and waited for the sun to peak out on the frigid landscape. The sky was gray and forlorn, and his heterochromic eyes looked up at it from over his tail and from below skeletal branches. He dozed.
This didn't prevent Hero from hearing the sound of his own heart. Or feel it, more like, all through his chest and out through his half-frozen limbs. He tucked himself tighter together, trying to ignore this sense of rubatosis. It was vaguely unnerving--it was as though his whole body was screaming, you're alive, you're alive, you're alive! Hero couldn't tolerate it any longer and twitched to his feet, one rapid motion that sent the small dusting of snow from his haunches to the ground. Fine! He snarled mentally. I'll go live, for Christ's sake! He shook himself out, cursing under his breath, and began to limp back toward the center of the park rather than the edge.
He found his eyes drawn unconscionably to some muscly bitch, white as the snow around her. He paused, his right leg conveniently off the ground--shit, it hurt--as he observed her. He recognized her easily enough. She'd recently gotten a promotion, right? She was, what, Hades... Hand or something? Some high ranking member? Hero blew air out his nose. She'd get hurt, doing crazy things like that in life. Some jackass from some other pack would come along and decide, hey, she looks like an easy target! and then, bam, poor little dame would be gutted on the ground. All because of power, or what? Or maybe someone would challenge her, and the ending would be the same. Silly girl.
He trotted up the hill and wasn't going to say anything as he walked past... except, what was that? His brows crept up in an expression of surprise as he half-passed her, and he paused to glance over his merle shoulder. "What'dya say, ma'am?" Hero inquired. He had heard her right. But what a weird question. "The last time I checked, the thing that defined me most was... well..." He trailed off. "My eyes. Definitely my eyes."
So much for modesty. Heron turned around to trot up beside her, smiling ear-to-ear. It was difficult to tell if he was being serious. "What about you?" What he didn't ask was, is it that tight little ass? He had wanted to, but he didn't.
ooc: hope you don't mind me jumping in!
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s l a w t e r ♋
-- rook ♜
[M:550]
with b l a c k b i r d s following me , im diggin out my grave -
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Post by s l a w t e r ♋ on Feb 10, 2013 7:55:33 GMT
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Slawter's mind was spinning, but in a good way, she guessed. Hell, she was just given the rank of Right Hand, by perhaps the strongest man in the land. That was an accomplishment. Slawter's head turned when she heard a male respond to her retorical question, and raised her brows at him. He was rather handsome, she could not deny that. His eyes were strange and she didn't doubt that that was what defined him. She looked him up and down, then her ears perked forward a little. Ah, yes. Interesting eyes, no doubt. Lemme guess... Inbreeding?
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[/b] Slawter joked, chuckling softly, more to herself. What defined her, huh? Perhaps it was her victims, those who begged mercy of her. Her prey, maybe? Who she so ruthlessly killed? She barely ate what she destroyed. Honestly, what did define her? It wasn't a hard question. Not really. It was her laws, her name, and her sins. However, she didn't say it right away, no. She let this new male wait for it. She had not met him yet... She hasn't met very much of her pack, honestly. However, she knew he had to at least know who she was. Who didn't? News spread fast. What defines me? Tough one. My name- my morals- even my rank. My victims, too. It's hard to say- Ask around, you'll find others might explain it better than I. Slawter cooed, her words slurring together into one smooth reply. Her ears pulled forward, curious and wary. She couldn't say she liked this male, not yet. She couldn't exactly put an opinion onto him yet. She wasn't necassarily quick to judge. However, maybe now she had to be. This was her pack as much as it was Hades... Well, almost. Either way, she needed to determine loyalties. Who did he think he was? Suddenly, her eyes narrowed at the male. Still, though, her lips were pulled into a small smirk, and her eyes sparkled with those same old intentions. [/size] [/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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