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K.ing only to Himself « Thread Started on Jun 29, 2008, 8:22pm »
It was a dark moonless night; it was perfect for traveling across lands that were foreign to this large beast. Pelt as darker than the night itself seemed to be sucking whatever light there was into himself. No not in the literal sense, it was a trick. It only seemed that way. His black raven like wings seemed invisible against his darker than night pelt. The only thing that gave him away was his bright gold crown shaped marking on his right shoulder; it seemed to glow, shimmer against his fur. It used to be his destiny, but that soon plummeted into the Chaos that was himself. Large Arcanic paws padded across the ground with ease, his head held high as well as his tail.
There was no fear in this wolf, for he knew he was strong and so there was nothing to fear. But he could scent blood that was similar to his well almost, though this brute did not know it there was blood in him that would make him sick. But that was three generations ago all that remained now was the temperament of those he sought out to destroy. But that is irrelevant for why mention what he does not even know.
The pack that lay here was close and he could feel it, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he continued on. This shall prove to be interesting, for this male had been in no real pack since about 6 months of age. This large male was now six years of age this summer. It had been a long six years. But does he regret anything in his life? Of course but that was five and a half years ago. But what he is ‘eager’ to know is the alpha of the pack. If he does not see the alpha fit to lead, he himself with will either deal with the beast himself or he will continue to live his life as a rogue. Why change what you have started for yourself? He chose to walk alone, if he so wished he would have taken his followers with him. But they proved to be utterly useless in the end.
The scent suddenly grew stronger and the dark abyss of a beast halted and his nostrils flared with the musky scent that would be the alpha if he patrols his pack lands. The border, it seemed his searching has finally came to an end. Now this brute had two choices either he sit here respectively like the mature adult he was in order to gain some respect at the start, or he could go ahead into the lands to test the alpha’s leading abilities. The second seemed to appeal the brute more as he continued on walking. The male lifted his muzzle into the air and let out a good howl, strong, daring the alpha to come to him, bold. Dark blue pools glinted with inner humor. Now he shall see if the alpha here was worthy to serve under.
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #1 on Jun 30, 2008, 8:45pm »
Oh, oh, haven't you heard? There's a girl in a cage making love to a switchblade. There's a girl behind bars milking abandoned cars. There's a nun in shackles building bombs out of bibles.
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. LIKE THE NIGHT.
She was: Happy - because of the darkness. Worried - because it would be gone soon. Angry - because it would be gone soon. Anguished - only for herself. OH, PITY, I LOVE IT!
And lonely. Ever so lonely, her and her luscious, gorgeous darkness. OH DARKNESS, I LOVE IT! She was lonely, yes, because her Warbler, he trusty, red-rusted warber had left her. It made her bitter, bitter and bubbly like asprin on an empty stomach. And cold cold cold, like butter on pavement. Delicious. OH, DELICIOUS, I LOVE IT! "FUU-UUUUUCK, I LOVE IT!!" Ajax half screamed half moaned, arching her back into the darkness that so smugly covered the formerly bright and dreary (not to mention desolate and dingy and detested. And those are only the D's) lands.
"Nevermind - I'm done with that bastard! Stupid, stupid WARBLER! Ridiculous! God, I hate him. I love it!" She giggled, both at the irony and contrast in her statement, and the fact that when the sun rose like it did every brilliant bright cheery morning - she would run, careening and half blind back to her brother's stupid stupid side. It had been a successful night, really, once she'd taken stock of everything. Just that morning - can you imagine, just a few hours ago, even - she and the warbler had entered the desolatedingydetested lands of DASH (ha, another D!). It'd been so so so fucking bright, it had been horrible, really. But now, oh yes, now she was in her element.
Excitement radiated from her is rays that she was almost positive glowed in the darkness, her beloved darkness. She'd sprinted from Aerodox's side nearly the minute dusk had set upon them. While for some, dusk was a sad time, for Ajax, it was the tolling bell for freedom. For some, it was the end of yet another day, either of accomplishment or of wasting away. The last few hours of capability before another twenty-four hours of what is sure to be your pathetic life ticked away. For Ajax, it was the exact opposite. See, she lived for the night. For the dusk and the darkness, killing the sun with the sharp points of stars and the violent violently curved side of the crescent moon.
She'd caught a rabbit, and left it's bones and fur in a neat little pile just inches away from it's doorstep, so it's children could trip over it in the morning. She'd flown just to the boarder, contemplating leaving the Warbler, just like she always did. And just like she always did, she turned back with a few choice curse words. You see, the Warbler needed her. In his own sick repressed way. And she needed him, too, though only for the shade his big bag of bones provided. Stupid. "Stupid!"
She screetched the word out loud and then immediately dropped to her stomach, having meant only to think the word, not to broadcast it to the entire world. Rolling onto her back, Ajax giggled, flailing her paws in the air and spreading her wings out on either side of her in the cool, dew-covered grass.
He wasn't really stupid. She loved the red-faced Warbler. She loved her brother. But lying was the only language she knew.
"Stupid!" She screamed it again, and laughed, not a giggle this time, but a pleased crowing of tones, ranging up and down the scale in a mishmash of musical and assault.
"Oh, no, dear dear Warbler, dearest Aerodox," She sighed, falsified melancholy dripping from every carefully-crafted syllable of regret. "You must just hate me now, loathe me now." Such tangible sadness coated her voice, that she just couldn't resist a mocking smile as she glared up at the pin-pricked sky. "You must just loathe me now, leaving you all alone like that. Running away. Poor Warbler." Ajax looked up at the moon with a pitiful stare leaking out of her eyes, the dead-end drop-dead acid green color practically glowing, the color seeming to slide down her cheeks, siphoning from her practiced expression any fake truthfulness she had injected into it.
Lying was the only language she knew.
Rolling onto her side with a cackle, Ajax's eyes looked around her, wildly searching. "Whaddya think, Stupid Warbler? I'm quite the actress, aren't I? Quite the show, huh? Warbler?"
Of course. She'd left her Warbler. He was curled up under a bush full of thorns. He was curled up, packed with emptiness and silence.
Ajax heaped down on the grass like a corpse, and huffed at her own forgetfulness. And in inhaling - enabling her lungs to let out that undignified, childish huff, she inhaled something much, much better. King's scent was prominent, now that the winds had shifted, only slightly. He smelled of new lands, different places, and Ajax imagined that she loved him almost as much as she loved the darkness, for enabling her momentary freedom. And all too quickly, he came into view. Vast and dark and terrible. HE was here in HER darkness, covered in the starry night.
She watched him for a few minutes, evaluating him, as well as her situation. HE wore a cloak of longing that pushed down on his shoulders, pushing him into the ground, weighing down on the corners of his mouth. Ajax smiled, tight-lipped, keeping her mouth closed. Because he was so beautiful. So perfect. Him and his darkness, HIS darkness, that was so strong, PERFECTPERFECTPERFECT that it even sucked the light and life away from the stars and the moon. She kept her mouth closed, because if she opened it, either tears or moans would come out.
Ajax was on her feet faster that she should have been, splayed out and dead as she'd been just moments before. Codeine eyes narrowed in on the exquisite darkness as she hurtled towards him, wings snapped close to her sides.
She opened her mouth - said nothing. Surely her radiance spoke for her.
(Haven't you heard? The bitch is beautiful.)
"I-" She started to speak as she drew closer, but then stopped, her jaw hanging open, mouthing unwanted words.
THE CROWN. THE GOLD. R U I N E D.
Ajax drew back with a hiss as the crown on the male's shoulder winked at her through the darkness, lighting up the area around him like the sun she hated so. Bastard! Tricking her like that! She clenched her teeth, and forced herself not to whine, or throw a tantrum like a child not allowed to get candy in the checkout line. (HE had been her candy) (for all of three second) Oh, those three seconds. He had been perfect, HIM and HIS glorious DARKNESS - she was sure of it. And instead?
G O L D.
Ridiculous. Unfair.
She felt: Cheated - because he'd been perfect. Sad - because his darkness had been perfect. Relieved - because now she was perfect (again, and as usual) and HE wasn't. After all, she was radiant.
She missed him already. Perfect. Missed him more than she'd ever missed someone she hadn't met.
Getting over her shock and heartbreak rather quickly - after all, no one could say that Ajax was either a deep, or an invested creature. She was rather shallow, really. And his mirage of perfection though effecting her at first, had been shattered quickly, thanks to the gold. In fact, she couldn't help but bite her lip and smirk.
What a failure.
FAILURE.
What must he have done to have gotten that awful, ugly gold stamped on him like that? Painted over the lovely darkness? Ooooh, he must have been horrid bad.
Very naughty.
That thought cheered Ajax up to the point where she could speak, and she smiled up at King brightly, poison dripping out from in between her lips as the corners of her mouth both curled up in a grin. "Hello," She cooed, sitting down a few feet away from King. (Far enough so that he gold couldn't bother her eyes.) "I'm Ajax," Smiling sweetly, she wrapped her tail around her feet and rustled her wings around on her back, so that they were situated more comfortably. "Who are you? You know, your shoulders gold. It's a pity, really. You were so pretty in the starlight, until I saw the gold. Really. I wouldn't have come over here at all, if I'd seen the gold. It wasn't very nice of you to trick me like that." Pouting, Ajax shrugged, then brightened again. "Don't worry, though. I forgive you. Y-.... did you tell me your name yet? Fuck. Hurry up."
OOC; CHARACTER(S): Ajax LYRICS: The Blood Brothers THOUGHTS: Rawr. King is a cutie. First two lines are from a Byron poem. I dunno how I feel about this post. Just trying to get the character down, I guess ^^'; Sorry for any mistakes - I didn't spell check/read over D;
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #2 on Jun 30, 2008, 10:22pm »
Sounds called out in the night as he walked on, they were voices… no it was only one voice and the male cringed at the sound. It was a femme, he noted before dismissing the noises all together. He had better things to worry about for now, although he was growing irritated. And rage flared slightly, he had called moments ago for the alpha of this land. And what has he gotten so far… a screaming banshee of a female… who right now was insignificant to him. For all he cared she could die in front of his eyes and he would not give a flying fuck. No, this male was on one track only, the alpha, it meant everything and nothing to him now. The rage that had lit inside him seemed to grow as each second that passed. Flashes of a wolf that could be the alpha raced past his mind, mutilated, destroyed, all by yours truly. The weak are the unworthy, worthless in the eyes of this King, they deserve to drop dead where they stand, only the strong survive.
That philosophy is how King grew, but that is unimportant at this point in time. His past is completely irrelevant, yet represents who he is, what he is, and how he deserves to die. Murdered.
The winds shifted from behind him and the large brute scowled, whatever is out there screaming would know that he was here. The male tilted his head for a moment, a smirk spreading across his lips. If this female is of interest he might keep her around, but if she was not worth his gaze he will kill her and eat her on the spot. It seemed like a decent plan, and he has not eaten in a while, a good meal would keep himself happy.
Dark blue pools gazed around only to see….assuming it was the bantering femme he had heard in the distance. His predictions were correct, of course she would come to investigate. Her scent… did not match the scent in this area, so it would mean that she was new. His eyes narrowed dangerously, hackles raising as she bolted towards him, such insolence… she should be maimed and left for the birds. And speaking of birds, he could have sworn she looked like one. A bird he had seen along his travels. Annoying little things, but they made a good meal. He should just eat her here on the spot, she was skinny, small, ears and eyes large. But there was something in those wild vibrant green pools that reminded him of himself a few years back.
Thoughts of killing her were removed from his thoughts as she hissed, getting a nice glimpse of his marking, his curse. This is what had filled his head with such lies as a young pup, and because of this mark he has seen what no wolf should see. But he was not like any other wolf… no he was better, and he was not afraid to let others know.
The rage had simmered as he humorously watched the female in front of him babble nonsense about his marking. He had caught her name and dismissed her impatience with speaking of his own. As well as dismissing the fact that she had spoken to him without permission. Power is what makes King who he is, and he thrives on it.
”King, “ he replied simply to the bird looking female, narrowing his eyes once more, his hackles lay flat. This femme was not worth his time to kill, she seemed… interesting. The large male circled her, making sure his marking was faced away from her so there was no need for useless hissing and mutterings about his marking. ”Ajax” he spoke letting his mouth seemingly taste the name, his voice… seductive, low, throaty, he does it without meaning to. His wings stretched, once as his eyes held her. Her name… different, ”Where is your alpha?” he spoke, ”Or were you met by one of his pathetic subordinates?” he asked her almost spitting the word pathetic, seating himself, slightly turned so the gold was faced away from her. This male was as strong as he seemingly looked. Bulky, yet he had long powerful legs, for quick takeoffs… but you would see that in a battle of agility the femme would win him out. His eye twitched at that thought, he was anything but weak.
King held his posture high, in a natural dominating stance. "Where are you from, I have not seen a winged breed like yours in quite some time." he asked, simply curious. He had asked because, in the area where he had lived previously... him and his ....pack, if you would call it one, wiped out the few packs that lived there. A sickening smirk graced his features at the thought, when it came to brute strength, that species had nothing, they ripped and tore so easily...
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #3 on Jul 1, 2008, 4:07pm »
I stole the rice from the beggars death bowl. In this zoo of broken faces. I told a widow that she was beautiful. When half of her smile was missing.
OF CLOUDLESS CLIMES AND STARRY SKIES. AND ALL THAT'S BEST OF DARK AND BRIGHT. MEET IN HER ASPECT AND HER EYES.
They say it's the fall from glory that makes you feel alive. And yet.... here this, this KING was. Falling.
F a l l i n g.
And he hadn't even gotten the glory yet. (HE NEVER WOULD) And when he finally hit the bottom - glory-less, spouting RED. (SHE WOULD LAUGH). (SHE WOULD LAUGH RED AND GOLD.) Ajax smirked, and blinked slowly, savoring the complete enclosure and safety that her eyelids provided.
FAILURE.
He didn't even attempt to keep the disdain - the utter disappointment (more D's, I love it) from his face. There probably wasn't a DIPLOMATIC (or delicate) bone in his large shadowed body. Where do you expect to get, with that attitude, mister? We'll have to teach you a lesson. Teach you some manners? Don't worry.
WE'LL RIP THE GOLD OUT. (we'll rip the king out.)
Me and the Warbler, Ajax perked up, a small gentle smile lilting across her lips, pleased with her plans. Rip it clean out. (You see - she hadn't completely forgiven him for tricking her so maliciously. An eye for an eye, my fine dark feathered friend. It just wouldn't do - this canary parading as a crow.) She could see it -in her eyelids. Black feathers (gold fur) dropping from the sky, raining lies. I wish you could see it. It's beautiful.
He was entirely too assuming (Despicable), too sure of himself to worry about the small pigeon as she sat with her head cocked just slightly to the left. (Disastrous) I think she was trying to decide which would be more enjoyable - a neat fillet, or just random h a c k i n g. But then, I can't be sure. After all, who knows what goes on inside that mangled, pretty little head of hers. "King? A little.. presumptuous, don't you think?" As his eyes narrowed, so did hers, until they gleamed in the moonlight, green silver (&slivers) sharp (&shards) accusing (h u n g r y). She sat still, though not tense, as he circled her. Like a shark, she imagined, attracted out of the probable scent of fresh meat, and his own stupidity and instincts. Oh well. She could forgive him for the instincts, and the obvious stupidity. But the gold still ate at the lining of her stomach, making her squirm momentarily, and frown in a thin line, biting down on her tongue until she tasted red. (Hmm. Sharks like blood. Maybe now he'd go into a frenzy?) How entertaining.
"After all, you need glory, respect, humility, and preferably a beating heart to be king. I don't want a foolish, arrogant corpse king. Do you? It doesn't sound very pleasant. I'll just call you Gold - because you'll never be a King." She smiled toothily, her voice sweet as sugar, though laced with S i C K.
Strength is all well and good, but these brain-waves will make you bleed (&beg).
His voice was smooth and silky, and the image that was immediately interjected into Ajax's mind was that of a snake. Sliding along on crushed velvet. But the tone didn't muffle her one bit, intentional or not, he'd hurt her feelings with his gold. "Oh no. We met him earlier. Me and my Warbler. You should meet the Warbler sometime - you'd probably rip each other apart. It would be awfully fun." She paused for just a second, flashing him a self-assured smile. Oh yes. Gold was just the type of wolf that Aerodox loved to hate. "Kratos - he's the alpha - he's busy. He can't be meeting every stray bit of trash that crosses his boarder, after all. I bet you didn't ask, either - to cross the boarder. Very rude of you. But you seem the type, so I suppose I can't use your own faulted manners against you. We'll just have to work on that later.
Pathetic subordinates? Look around you. You're the new one in this situation. Pathetic subordinate.
As he turned the gold on his shoulder away from him, Ajax beamed, her eyes opening wider. How nice. Maybe his manners weren't as faulted as he claimed.
He was extremely large for a species with wings - must have been a mix. (Mutt? Oh, lovely) Ajax had never been impressed by bulk, however. Her own brother's immense size was more lithe than Gold's. Warbler was a scarecrow. Gold was a canary, masquerading as a crow.
Oh! It works out perfect! (SCARECROW's you see, scare the crows away. And surely they can do the same for CANARIES pretending to be CROWS). The Warbler was a scarecrow, and as soon as soon as the light came up, and Ajax was once again staple-gunned to her brother's side, she would bring him to meet her new ca-cawing friend.
Drifting into her own (what I'm sure are demented) fantasies, Ajax ignored Gold, his deep silky voice falling onto muffled, inattentive ears. Maybe he was just nervous - being the pathetic subordinate, and all. She could understand, then. But this... untowardness... no. This simply could not be tolerated. He would just have to be adjusted, and then maybe, then they could get along.
"Me? Me and my brother - Aerodox The Warbler, we come from far away from here. I don't know where. We called it Himmel."
A TRANSLATION: Himmel is German for Heaven. So obviously she did not come from Himmel. Nor was her homeland anything close to being Heaven.
Ugh, can you imagine? If Ajax came from Heaven, that would make her an angel. And that would be terrifying, not to mention disheartening. And no doubt slightly awkward.
"Why?" She was suddenly suspicious, her eyes narrowing again. She'd noted the sick little smirk rising on his mug, and didn't trust it one bit. "Where do you come from?"
Defektenkasten. Hell. How poetic.
But no, no of course not.
DEMONS and DEVILS are surely more impressive than... this.
OOC; CHARACTER(S): Ajax LYRICS: The Blood Brothers THOUGHTS: Poetry (c) Byron I've come to a conclusion. Ajax is one fucked up hoe.
But I like it :D (I also like parentheses, apparently) I used them an awful lot o___O Now I just need to get her brother a decent personality x___x & I just realized I'm not doing a very good job incorporating their heritage into my posts. They're German, after all. So in coming posts you can look forward to more German input xD
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #4 on Jul 4, 2008, 4:41pm »
King, it was the name chosen for him the day he was cursed to walk upon this filthy earth. It was not his choice to be named as such. His father… bastard… named him so because of a marking…and a false hope that his only son would be the ‘greatest’ of all the previous leaders of his pack… that that nonsense was only thought of…because of his cursed crown of gold. Most laughed in his face because of it, it seemed silly, ridiculous to be named after a marking that just so happens to be there. But since the day this ‘King’ was born, he was fed lies… and being the normal pup he was…took them all in, filling his head, egotistical. But they all knew he would be strong… because a certain amount of blood runs through his veins, making him seem larger than most of that breed… making him a tad hotheaded. What happened to those whop had laughed in his face… well visit their graves… ask them yourself. Their heads… are on stakes in front of their bodies… just like the Helous pack that had killed his birth pack…HIS future pack to lead.
But there is nothing that can be done, but make yourself stronger… better.
The femme in front of him seemed… amused by his name… the bird colored femme… a little presumptuous… indeed. But as said he did not choose his name, but he… fits the job. Dark abyss colored fur, bristles slightly at her amusement… and the flare of rage that was felt previous seemed to spark once more… as his midnight pools twitch, like a slight ripple. The flame… was not so high that he could not keep his head… and she was only making a presumption… a mere observation. So the King let it go… dismissing it… but that did not make that simple flare disappear… it seemed to be fed as she stared at him defiantly.
Glory… is what he had made for himself… he created his own… wiping out the breeds that were weak… pathetic groups that he deemed unworthy, he even killed his own kind… did that make him unworthy? This King? No, he survived, he was meant to live… which in itself was something to boast. Respect… oh he got respect… and those who did not offer their respects were killed on the spot. But he will not kill this femme for that… he was trying to wean himself off of the bloodthirsty killing… but… the flare of anger was letting him know that option was still there for him to take hold. He considered it before pushing it away from his mind… but it lingered there still. Laughing at him… calling him weak.
The flare was fed… ‘you will never be a King…’ Eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he stared at her, her eyes laughing at him as she smiled sweetly. Pathetic bird. His body tensed as he was fighting his bloodlust… his need to end her life where she stood. Of course… he weaned himself off of that… … or that is what he would like to think. ”I do not need the title, or the Honor, but I know who I am, and what I am capable of… That is enough.” he replied simply, closing he dark eyes, but that did not help his need at all… blood splashed in front of his closed pools, and he reopened them only to see her whole.
The bitch muttered on about her ‘Warbler…’ he did not care about what she was saying… her voice was muted as he controlled his need to rip her apart, though his eyes were still focused on her… unwavering. But as she begun to speak once more, she mention the alpha… Kratos was his name. He was sure he was a filthy creature as the femme that sat so innocently in front of him.
Trash…. He was certainly not. Teeth clenched, as a shiver ran down his spine, eyes closed. Hot headed… was what he always was. It was the Helous genes that lay deep within him, the very genes that his father was … frightened of. Maybe that is why he was always treated… with respect… even as a pup, they did not wish to anger him further. Dark blue pools, snapped open… glaring at the bird that sat here, but a sickly sadistic smirk crossed his features as he let out a breath that he was apparently holding. It is hard to wean yourself if nobody is around…for you… to help with the addiction.
He had missed what she said about her hometown, but he could see by her expression that she was confused about the smirk he had given when he asked her that question. She then asked him where he comes from, with a shaky breath he tried to clear his sadism… his need… from his eyes… whether it worked, he would not know…. But he was obviously trying. ”Far….far from here… he replied through clenched jaws, ”Where the weak die and the strong live on,” he added looking at the female awkwardly. ” I had asked mainly because… your breed… he paused… for a second his eyes laughing…”… have become extinct in that area. It is pleasant, to see there are still some left. he grinned, but it was malicious, and it gleamed. He hated her, he thought he had changed himself….
But then… he loved her for bringing it back to him… the need… the way he lived. His life…
” Hmm,” he began again looking around the area… the sickly malicious smirk still on his handsome mug, and his eyes still looked… mean. ” Since your Alpha has not arrived, I will give myself a tour of these lands… before the sun arises… The sun … I do not like to function in the sunlight… I prefer to stay in the dark.” His voice sounded almost giddy, although his expression did not fit. … ”King by night… Pathetic subordinate by day…” he stated, but his eyes twitched mentioning pathetic Yes he had seen that expression of hers… when he had mention pathetic subordinate and it was true… he normally did everything in the dark, it was the way he always was… a nocturnal creature. It will be the way he stays.
((my longest post EVAR! And … apparently you did push enough buttons… and restraining himself as caused him to go a little loopy… but only a little))
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #5 on Jul 14, 2008, 6:39pm »
There's a girl behind chicken wire coughing up ghosts. There's a housewife in a cage that vacuums all day. There's a boy in a toupee speaking in resumes. and the teeth-heads with no eyes on the carousel rides that spin round and round and round and round and round.
FEED THE FIRE FEED THE FIRE!
Temper temper dear sir, keep it in check.
Gold's obvious irritation at her out-of-line-out-of-tune opinions made her frown, almost imperceptibly, but still there. What's your use, after all, if you can't even keep quiet in the presence of company? No diplomacy, what-so-ever. Shame, too. He might have been useful, once upon a time.
It seemed that no matter how tiny the comment, he couldn't help but react. His deep blue eyes sparking to life, like blowing on coals, ashes suddenly springing into a flame. Can't you see? Are you blinded by the arson?
Living and surviving are two entirely different things, you see. Take, for instance, this pile of burnt-out possibility before us. This decrepit, arrogant half-used candle. He is not living. He is barely scraping by. (In the class of life he has a D- at the very best). You call... what is it? Oh, yes, your strength. Your ease and guiltless ending of lives - your complete lack of any friends, any family, any resemblance of former or future happiness, you call that a life? You are sorely mistaken, my gold-marked foolish friend.
Of course, she couldn't fault him entirely on that count. It wasn't his fault that he was stupid, after all. All braun, no brains, she'd seen the type before. Believing that arrogance and body count is the thing thats gonna get you by. Silly.
Glory isn't in the blood you spill. Nor in the number of lives you have taken, or how far you have traveled. Glory is in those that would spill blood for you, take lives for you, travel the world. For you. So maybe none of us are glorious.
(But especially you).
At least Ajax had Aerodox, and vice versa, and that cheered her up enough to ignore Gold's pouting, to get past his obvious... lacking in moral and social acceptability.
When his body tensed up, Ajax cocked her head to the side quaintly and widened her eyes to their fullest, the bright battery-acid green catching every single small ray of light that the stars and the moon sent down, and shining like neon-painted mirrors in the darkness. Other than that, however, she didn't move. If he was so blatantly impolite to (tsk tsk) attack her, then he would simply need adjusting. And believe me, she would be the one to do it. But we all deserve a chance, do we not? Maybe in Gold's case, two or three chances. But she was willing to wait it out, to attempt to show him that his bullshit wasn't gonna fly around here.
(Bless her). (Heart of gold and shattered glass).
"Oh yes yes, I'm quite sure," She quipped back, speaking to him as though soothing a particularly untoward pup who was misbehaving. "See - your problem is, no one gives a flying fuck who you are - or what you're capable of. I mean, really, the only thing that matters right now is what I think. After all, you're just the pathetic subordinate,'" She spit his own words right back at him, but kept her expression serene and unbothered. When he closed his eyes, Ajax did the same, and pouted - wondering what exactly he was envisioning, projecting onto the veiny darkness of his eyelids. Ooh, it was probably something horrible. She grinned through the darkness, and closed her eyes tighter, trying to mirror his no doubt sadistic thoughts.
She saw: Him ripping her apart. Him fucking her her apart. Not necessarily in that order. Repeated images of his head bashed against a nearby grey rock, sticky red blood running down the side of his face and matted in his (handsome, ruined) fur. His eyes and muzzle plump with bruising, groaning and begging for mercy with tears making trails in the blood on his cheekbones. This is what she sees.
Snapping her eyes open again, Ajax grinned sweetly, entirely satisfied with the brief glimpse of what sort of tomfoolery Gold was getting up to behind his dark-washed eyelids.
"'Where the weak die and the strong live on,'" Ajax giggled delightedly, and reflected the momentary lapse of fuck-the-world-and-most-importantly-you in Gold's eyes, and was replaced with a small spark of humor (though decidedly wrong humor). "I have never heard of such a place. It must be a fearsome land to behold. I imagine very corrupt, as well," she shrugged coyly. "After all, you can never really tell who's weak and who's not. We're all weak, in our own ways. Like me, maybe, you were thinking? Small little birdy, just waiting to get shot out of the trees?" Her grin was more mocking this time around, and she let her obvious pleasure at his WEAK ideals and obvious fantasy show through.
(WEAK and WEAK and WEAK and WEAK and WEAK). (After you see it a few times - over and over and over, it all looks the same).
"And I might have seen you for weak in your obvious lack of a decent upbringing, your neglect to use any diplomacy - not to mention your neglect to use general politeness. Don't worry though, I forgave you for those a while back, after I noticed your positively deliciously weak mind, not to mention the weak ideas and notions that had sprung from it. Maybe I'll forgive you for those sometime, too," She looked off to the side, and sighed theatrically. "Of course, you'll have to work for it first, but I'm sure we'll be able to strike a deal, once you've gained a few useable brain cells." Ajax said it all with a slightly condoning - but nontheless polite, almost apologetically tone of voice. She did not mean any of it in an insulting way, you must understand.
She only thought it was fair, that he knew just how utterly imperfect and weak he really was. After all, it was quite sad to see him standing there, lying to himself like that. Ajax almost felt something close to pity for a moment or two. Thank goodness it went away quickly.
Polite, pitiful, apologetic. As though she was saying, 'Oh, so sorry dear, but everything you know is based on bullshit - which means that you are, too.'
As though she was saying it. Because she was. How convenient! (I just love it when things work out like that - don't you?)
"Oh yes, quite pleasant," She chirped in reply to his second comment off-handedly, ignoring the malicious meanness in his expression. Maybe he simply couldn't be taught. Couldn't be shown the .... the errors in his ways. Ajax cocked her head again, and looked upon him pityingly. Poor thing. Poor, backwards, crude, unteachable thing.
(Don't you think it's odd that Ajax was supposedly the 'weak' one - and yet here she was, feeling half-way to sorry for the 'strong' one? I wonder what that means).
"Really??!" Ajax bolted to her feet and visibly bounced, as though weightless, on the grass. "I don't like the sun, either," She leaned in, whispering to Gold conspiratorially, as though sharing her deepest darkest secrets. "Can't see a bloody fucking thing in it, have to stay glued to The Warbler's side all the time, and he's quite boring. But night is truly wonderful." She grinned, and bounced again, forgetting all of his many, many faults momentarily and thinking him perfect once more. "I'm so glad we can agree on something. I was thinking I was going to have to kill you, someday, which really is awful business, very messy, so I'm very glad we'll get to bypass that part, aren't you? I am." But her face fell at his next line of words. Really, she would have been the most magnificent actress, had she had the chance. Her face, so content and jubilant just moments before, fell into a state of utter irritation, her mouth pouting, her eyebrows coming down to frame her wide green eyes and show her displeasure. "No, no, no, you see, I'm the Queen at night, and I simply refuse to share. You'll have to be something else. A jester, perhaps. I've always wanted one of those. You could make a fine jester. Hilarious, in fact. Especially with that crown on your shoulder. Oh, it's wonderfully ironic. Makes me giggle even now. Yes, you'll make a fine jester for me, Gold.
Goldie the Jester. Oh, it was almost too good. Now she had a Warbler, and a Jester!! Needless to say, she was quite satisfied with the days' work.
"There isn't much to see around here, really," Ajax rolled her eyes, and sighed deeply, managing to complain without saying a word. "There's a beach - but it's unbearable, awful, horrible really. Very bright and nasty. And a valley, with a forest in it, and you have to be careful where you walk because it's muddy and yucky. And a water hole where you can hunt, though it's not really hunting, since the animals just walk right into you. I've noticed that the intelligence level in this place isn't exactly tip-top. Can't be helped though, I suppose." Another shrug- a gesture she seemed to be over-using in the presence of Gold. "If you want to tour it though, you should wait until tomorrow night. The suns going to come up, in a few hours time. I have to be getting back to my Warbler." She made a face, sticking out her tongue at her displeasure. "My Warbler likes the beach." She said this lowly, and with a tint of humiliation. As though the fact that Aerodox liked the beach was undeniable proof that he was insane, as well as that he was something to be stuffed into the closet whenever relatives come over, for fear of embarrassment.
"What do you do when the sun comes up?" Her mild confusion was written across her face, her eyes narrowed slightly in concern. Did he bumble around blind, like she did? She hoped not - the few times Aerodox had been absent during the daylight hours - they had been the worst days of her life. "Do you have a warbler?" She peered around behind him, as though all of a sudden a second wolf might pop out from behind Gold's vast back. She didn't see how else he could find his way around in the daytime, unless he had a warbler, too. "You can use mine if you want. He won't mind. You'd have to promise not to kill him though, he's very weak, but I need him to get around."
OOC; CHARACTER(S): Ajax LYRICS: The Blood Brothers THOUGHTS: Ajax makes me giggle. But I don't even fucking know at this point, really xDD'; She just kind of... goes wherever she feels like going. Even if it might get her head ripped off. It'd be charming if it wasn't so not.
And I love how she's constantly dumping on Aerodox. -pets Doxie- He's never done anything but help her xDD and all she can do is insult him.
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #6 on Jul 28, 2008, 7:59pm »
The King of night seemed slightly taken aback by her, ‘nobody gives a flying fuck’ his dark abyss pools stared defiantly back at her. The King’s head swam… slightly confusing the male for a brief moment… she spoke to him like he was a pup wanting to be the strongest, fastest… and of course the most skilled at killing. But that was the way he was acting towards the bird was he not? His mind seemed to be locked in the fact that he was the strongest in his land, that he ruled it and everybody trembled at the mere mention of his name… only because of what he was capable of.. nothing else mattered… Did that still apply? Was he the same cruel heartless bastard he was years ago?
That question was answered by a simple yet complicated… yes and no. Yes because of how he still thought… the bloodthirsty images that filled his sadistic head every time he closed his eyes… Ripping, gutting, tearing… bleeding…raping, cutting… torturing. Beautiful in a way… but yet… he came here to turn away from that pointless fighting… but being around her it brought back wonderful horrible memories that he would love to cling on to … but at the same time throw away and never look back… it was like he needed a babysitter… to watch his every move and give him a slap on the paw if he even thought wrong. No… because he has not killed her yet…
Pathetic subordinate indeed… King’s face seemed to contort with different emotions, hate, anger… lust, maliciousness. It was all swarming into him all at once. Until he jumped to his paws and circled around, he pelt seemingly melding into the darkness, his as dark or darker wings folded tightly into his body. He seemed to circle around for a few moments his eyes closed, sorting through each emotion and filing them away deep into his mind… until there was nothing left on his handsome mug. He sat down as the femme began to speak once again, replaying the words… where the weak die and the strong live on… fearful yet it made him who he was now… and from what the female was displaying… it made him into a pitiful creature.. but not the complete meaning of the word…different. He did not believe it.
How could he?
”You say that that I am weak… weak minded” he body seemed to shudder and twitch at the word…”But tell me female what makes you the strong one?” he asked and pretty much got into her face, staring only inches from hers, no this was not a intimidation tact… no this was all he could do… he could not sit still… all he wanted to do was slaughter her on the spot… so this was close enough. His dark blue abyss’ seemed to swirl, blue and black melding into seemingly one solid color. His teeth were bared… yet it was not a snarling motion… from the look on his face.. it was contorted… from doing what was ‘right’… and what he lusted to do. ”What makes you a mere bird, a stronger mind than I? I have clearly lived longer than you.” This was all said through clenched jaws… and all of a sudden he snapped his teeth shook his head roughly and backed up, he did not sit… he did not move… his eyes were to the ground still contorted.
King’s ears seem to perk as he listened through her rants, even though they have been here a short time, he was growing used to them… was the King of the night tolerating? No not really, he just needed to concentrate on her voice rather than what his own mind was thinking. He looked up mentioning that she herself did not like the night as well. It seems they could agree on something. But that was not true on his part… everything that she had spat at him… he knew was true… but in some deep part of his mind that was lost in his pup hood. Gone… locked away. The King snorted at her ‘jester’ and ‘I am queen of the night.’ This distracted him from what ever sadist thoughts he glanced up at her, a frown clearly planted on his muzzle… all though his eyes were still swimming with a variety of emotions. He glanced from the crown on his shoulder back to her, ”What ever you say femme, if you are Queen, there always must be a King, even despite the fact that they do not get along as well as they should. Jester I am not.” he spoke, his voice relatively normal.
King looked to the sky, and it was starting to brighten slightly… very slightly. Perfect. This wolf has always traveled by night and slept by day, or hid away in some dark corner of the forest. Never in the open… no back in his home land… he was wanted by too many packs… executed in fact. So his eyes… have forgotten how to adjust to the light. It was all too bright… but his eyes were not as bad as the female bird speaking to him. He was not completely blind… only slightly, it burned.
” I tend to leave and find somewhere to stay until night fall, it appears you and I are not so different when it comes to the dreaded sun.” he stated simply… there see he can be polite when he wants to. His head hurt and his eyes winced from it… he could tell it was going to be a very looong day…
King’s ears perked, and his eyes narrowed for a moment… he was not one for tagging along… but he had too… was he not supposed to be rehabilitating himself? ”If it is not too much trouble, perhaps I will accompany you…” he said breathing deeply, now was that so hard? Yes… yes it was.
”You do not have to worry about your … warbler, bird… as mentioned, I do not function well in the sun.” A smirk then lit his features, ”This warbler of yours? How does he respond to creatures such as myself?” he asked looking back at the female… but occasionally glancing to the brightening sky. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he scowled it. The sun… it was a retched thing… too bright on his nocturnal eyes and too hot on his black hole-like pelt, even in the dead of winter. Horrid. Although it will be interesting to see this night Queen react to the daylight… curious… it would be humourous… but then again… a large intimidating creature like himself… it was something to be laughed at… slunkered away from the sun like a beaten dog…
Oh how he hated the daylight.
((ooc:I am sooooooooooooooo sorry x 101010101010100 for the long wait ;.;))
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #7 on Jul 29, 2008, 2:37pm »
Let's sling our rain slicks over February's fantastic antlers sprouting from the foreheads of world famous necromancers. The winter's looming like a bloodthirsty bird of prey. And I guarantee by spring we'll either be world famous or goddamned dead.
The look in Gold's eyes sickened Ajax. Made her queasy, nauseous. But at the same time, amused her. Oh, he was crazy. Batshit fucking crazy. She liked it. But it disgusted her, as well. His high-and-mighty outlook, the way he was so utterly convinced that he was superior. No one so mentally unstable could ever be truly superior. They would always be trapped behind their own vices and longings; only happy, only content in those moments of blissfully pure rage and violence.
Again, Ajax let herself dip down into Gold's mind, behind his angrily fluttering eyelids, underneath his spasmodically twitching ears. It was quite beautiful, for something so insane. Morbid thoughts of abstract paintings, created after the scene of a death. Her own, probably.
(After all, he was looking at her like he wanted to eat her up).
The colors were perfect. The thick, gluey consistency of her brain, the small mirror-like shards of skull that flaked on top like sprinkles, blood mixing in all together to complete the grotesque masterpiece.
Some WONDERFUL, HORRIBLE WHATEVER.
This WONDERFUL, HORRIBLE WHATEVER.
More of the wonderful and less of the horrible now.
When Gold suddenly shot to his feet, Ajax furrowed her forehead, her lower lip pouting out tauntingly. Oh, is she getting to you? Are you getting angry? Frustrated? You really just might as well give up now. (Make it easier on yourself).
Thankfully, the hideously bright gold crown on his shoulder was facing away from Ajax, as the shark circled and turned, jaws snapping in the darkness, wings tight against his back, circling, circling, circling.
AS I'M SURE YOU'LL EVENTUALLY NOTICE: THOSE WHO GO AROUND IN CIRCLES NEVER ACTUALLY GET ANYWHERE.
Taking a step back, Ajax couldn't help but admire again the unjust, decidedly corrupt darkness of his prettypretty fur. He blended in so perfectly with the night; so deep and black, not a reflection anywhere on him. She imagined he would feel smooth. Like velvet, or silk. He looked so marvelous against the night, that it was hard to believe that he wasn't simply a part of the darkness itself. Monsters, ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties. All in solemn, sad, though undoubtedly poetic intones like the black-and-grey of old photographs.
Black-and-white. Painful-and-pretty.
He looked like a tiger shark - and great fucking white - getting ready to sink his teeth right into her face. Unfortunately, it seems that he had more self-control than she first thought, and instead of getting a shark attack, she got a subdued, rather bored-looking wolf, sitting back down in front of her.
Disappointing, to say the least. But still, not completely useless. Not yet.
"What makes me strong?" Ajax burst out with a girlish giggle, fluttering her eyelashes at Gold, one corner of her mouth in a frown and the other in a smile. His nose was mere inches away from her own, his breath coming out in snorts, his irregular angry heartbeat practically breaking through his ribcage and beating out a samba on his chest. "If you really think that age has anything to do with general intelligence, then I think you might've just proven my point for me," Jax scoffed, half-rolling her eyes and turning away from Gold with a sigh. She'd managed to avoid answering his first question, watching from her peripheral vision, through slatted long eyelashes, as Gold shook himself out and took a controlled (barely controlled) step back.
What made her the strong one?
Well, let's compare. Ajax, though having been not-so-slyly verbally insulted, vaguely threatened, and approached by a male wolf three time her size and twice her strength, hadn't moved a muscle. Not one. Except to smile, politely, of course, to frown, disdainfully, of course. Pityingly, of course. Gold? He was shaking. No, not out of fear, silly. As well as being delightfully untoward, he was also delightfully, if not stupidly or carelessly, brave. And in his arrogance, he figured there was nothing to fear from something as tiny as her anyway. He was shaking, out of anger. Out of a lack of control.
[PAUSE] Think about that for a minute or two. [PLAY]
"I guess what makes me stronger is the fact that I so easily got under your skin, so easily got your attention, so easily made you angry, so easily made you careless and, perspectively - right where I want you." She shrugged, smiling weakly, her eyes blank of anything pertinent. "Or maybe you're just easily manipulated. Either way. "
She was about two seconds away from stamping her feet on the ground, and having a tantrum. "But I don't want a King. She frowned sadly, her eyes widening and turning down in the corners. "I want a Jester. Besides. You can't be king. You have that stupid spot on your shoulder." She snapped the last part, scrambling for excuses. Why couldn't he be the Jester? He was perfect for the spot, surely he must see that.
He was just so funny.
Her whining was quickly forgotten, however, when the subject turned back to the hated sun and daylight. Looking around her frantically, Ajax backed up with a hiss, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the slight brazen lightness at the edges of the horizon line. The feathers on the sides of her head stood out, the fur along her spine bristling, and she glared at the semi-lightened sky like it was real and alive and right in front of her and oh-she-wanted-to-rip-it's-guts-out.
As suddenly aware as the annoyingly regular re-appearence of the sun as Ajax herself, Ajax's eyes snapped closed almost entirely. Only a tiny, slim, paper-cut length of bright horrid green peeking out from underneath her lowered eyelashes. "Fine, fine," she snapped in answer to Gold, not really having heard what he'd said in the first place. "My Warbler - he'll hate you. Don't worry though, he's too much of a pussy to actually do anything about it. He'll just sit in the corner and glare at you. Quite unnerving, actually. He's a creepy big bastard."
As she was speaking, she'd begun to trot quickly away, her steps quick and light, barely touching the ground before being ripped right back off of it in another worridly frantic half-run. "Come on then, come on. I'm not getting caught out here in the fucking sun, if you can't keep up you're on your own, Goldie." As it got lighter and lighter out, Ajax pace became quickly and quicker, her body low to the ground, her feet moving in a continuous blur underneath her. The fur along her spine was still bristling upright, and she was sure that she stunk like fear.
(She was scared, you see. And her eyes hurt. It was like he was pointing that stupid, stupid shoulder of his right into the center of her eyeball, like her brain was on f i r e.)
In her hurry, she was leaving Gold behind, trusting that if he wanted to come, he would find his own Goddamn way.
She then realized that she was letting out a low keening sound, something close to a whimper, though quietly. Under her breath. Hopefully the stupid Jester hadn't heard it. "Hurry," was all the said, that under her breath too. And then she was blasting into the air, her wings crackling open with a powerful swipe, and she was in the air.
(Headed to the Warbler, followed by the Jester.)
She would have laughed if she'd been able to breath, as the sun finally came up over the mountains, spitting sunrays in her face.
OOC; CHARACTER(S): Ajax LYRICS: The Blood Brothers THOUGHTS: King is the cutest thing ever D; Even if he is a little spazzy. This post is more broken-up than I'd like it to be, but really, I'm just too damn lazy to go and edit :{<3
Ajax is full of bullshit. And so am I, for that fact >>
This post = suck.
Where are we going with this? xDD are they really gonna go to Aerodox?
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #8 on Jul 29, 2008, 4:40pm »
Ears perked in the bird’s general direction, she was speaking to him?
… She was replying to the question that he had asked in the middle of his rage… he asked a question? Deep blue oceans snapped incredulously at the bird as a small… very small hidden part of his brain reacted to what she had said.
‘is the fact that I so easily got under your skin, so easily got your attention, so easily made you angry, so easily made you careless and, perspectively - right where I want you.’
He glared at her, what else could he do? But she had… a point, but then again… no… he was always like this… since he was a mere six month old pup. Just being in the presence of something someone that he might be able to control. But he did not know how to get under this ones skin, he did… but he would have to get rid of that… warbler… then he had her where he wanted him… from what she was saying… she hated the sun… if her Warbler left her… she would have no one else to go to. The large deep black male shook his head roughly as that small part told him that it was WRONG. He snorted…. He will see… King completely ignored her whining… almost a tantrum… he was King of the night whether she liked it or not… he has lived in it longer. So… therefore… he would have to appoint her as something. The night was rightfully his, he belonged, says the colour of his pelt… but kicked out of society according to his curse mark on his shoulder. Pah.
Hm, if she thought he himself would make a good jester… she should look at herself now… At the mention of the sun, the night bird reacted instantly. Backing away from the ever growing light hissing, it was like she was loosing control now. It was… simply humorous. And in the midst of her rushed mumble of words it at said that he could come along. You see King would have followed, if it weren’t for the fact that he was watching her, watching how she slunkered away from the sun rising behind him… and what was best… she stunk.
Like fear.
It was the scent he has always bathed it. But he was not thinking about that… no he was watching as the bird of night quickly hurried away as the sky grew brighter… the faster she went. As the bit of light touched his fur… his skin felt hot… if one ignores the sun for so long.. ones skin becomes … sensitive. As well as his nocturnal eyes… they only reacted to the complete brightness of the day… for moonlight was all he could handle… that was the only bright light he knows. He watched as the little bird snapped her wings open and was off in the sky. King turned his head towards the sun… and it hurt his eyes slightly… and from the heat he could feel off of his black hole pelt… it was going to be hot and bright…. There was no cloud in site. He growled lowly and with that the male was on his feet racing across the grassy field. His muscles were rippling under his fur as his large bear like paws pounded against the earth. The speed… it was like he weighed nothing. He was a bullet… his wings tight until he gained enough speed… then… his feet were no longer on ground as his wings snapped open… like a blanket of night covering the rising ball of fire for a few moments.
His wings pounded against the sky… it was like he was not supposed to be there… the sun… seemed to be sucked right into his black… The bird was close now as he caught up quickly, the female now within biting grasp. He moved quickly up behind her… his wings blacking out the sun for a few moments, with each large swipe of his wings. The large beast would stay closely behind, he was large… therefore his movements not as quick… but his reactions were fast… if she dove… he would be there behind her. Although if she dove… he would be on her.
A smirk… not a smile… not a smirk graced his features as his eyes were now in slits… seemingly nothing but dark under his eyelids. His smirk was laced with humour.
The male was now in pain… as the sun scorched his fur… which in turn sent the rays into his skin… if it were any hotter he was sure he would catch fire… but no one would see that he was in pain… for his tolerance was well above normal… well for pain. See if she were a cloud.. he would drift under her… for her shade would indeed save his skin from becoming burned… but he thought it would be better here… it did not even cross his mind that he was saving her precious seconds from the burning sun with his black body.
Slitted eyes scanned the area his mind… taking snapshots… video of everything that he saw… if he were to stay here… he would need to know where everything was… his mind was special… he was able to remember every detail like it was happening before his eyes.
”Enjoying the light bird?” he asked her his smirk laced with a sick sort of laughter, silence… ironically silence drives him insane… this is why he once again searched for company… whether just to eat… or fuck with. Either way it works for him, as long as he is not hearing his own thoughts… and oddly this femme’s voice distracted him from his very much corrupted mind.
”How much further?” he asked no longer amused… for he was growing impatient and irritable… the sun… it burned… his skin felt like it was on fire… oh he was going to be sore this night. But no pain was shown on his face, there is no room for weakness where he came from.. so none will be shown here…
”Do you only follow your Warbler during the duration of the day?” he asked her his voice slightly strained… was it from the pain? Well that is for you to decide. ”Do you not find something else to cling to?” he asked curious of her daying rituals… why… he did give a fuck why he was curious. Irritation was filling himself up… that is what happens when you are in pain.. For the day… he will not be his bloodthirsty being he is during the night… no that awakens when the sun goes down. Since he is in pain… he will be snappy and impatient… but he will behave… unfortunately..
Pathetic subordinate, indeed.
((ooc: lol apparently... unless you want to end it... me myself I am having too much fun xD;))
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #9 on Aug 19, 2008, 4:50pm »
Sucking candy coated bullets - from the chemical gun? Every car that passes on this crooked highway bears your face on it's grill. Every headlight casts your shadow onto my open heart vigil. I know where the canaries go. I know where the crows go. The Scarecrow, he brought 'em down.
THE SCARECROW. HE BROUGHT 'EM DOWN.
The light came before the pain. (But believe me, she wasn't far behind)
He couldn't help but think her a M O N S T E R, even if he made him a hypocrite. Because always always in the morning, he was waiting for her to return to him, growling and sulking and bleeding. Always coming back; always a new shade of nauseating.
Ajax, was, for lack of a better, prettier metaphor, the equivalent of a knotted, oozing scar left over from a third degree burn. A festering wound. Infectious. A permanent trend.
FUCKING DISGUSTING.
(Never mind. I'm not mad at you. I don't hate you.)
(It's much easier to feel that way about myself.)
Stretching out and working his jaws quietly, Aerodox rolled over onto his back so he could look at the sky; the sun that reached with murderous macabre fingers over the mountain ranges and castles made of clouds, piercing through the quiet, dark tranquility that had been left over from a night of sleep, dreaming, nightmares, and adventure for some. ('Jax. Bitch.) His view was mostly obstructed by the branches of the bush he had slept under, thorns clinging to the boughs, some sort of poison berry confection dripping off the leaves, leaving small stains of red (RED RED RED, A COLOR WE KNOW AND LOVE) in the shapes of tear drops down his solid, dependable grey sides. Now he had tears to match his mask. It was all very becoming. (Another permanent trend?) Oh fuck it, he was gorgeous. (Fashion is temporary, but style is forever.)
He'd been awake for the show, the sun rise. Splashes of blasphemous color taking over the previously crushed-velvet midnight blacks and blues. No warmth came at first, and he was cold, underneath the bush filled with thorns and deadly red berries, where the warmth was afraid to go. The sunlight slowly stripped down the night and replaced it, covering the world with yellows and oranges and pinks, all without the benefit of heat. Yawning again, Aerodox scowled, grinding his teeth as a low brassy growl rose in his chest, irritated. (Everything irritated him today, he decided) aggravated. At Ajax, at the night, the day time, the fucking cold.
Just to piss him off further, some sparrows in overhead trees twittered and chirped, stories above him, just out of reach. 'COLD. COLD. COLD.'
A thin frown, and Aerodox stretched again and lept to his feet, his height scraping his back on the thorn-chandelier above him. Salt in the wound. He took it silently, dutifully, smilingly, and the birds just screamed louder and louder. Aerodox's ear drums pounded, some foreign rhythm, something he could have danced to if he was in the mood.
But the God damn birds....
HA.
HA.
HA.
"SHUT UP!!" AND FUCK OFF.
(This is a transition, fuckstick.)
Seemingly millions of miles away.... Ajax was dying, she was sure.
She was dying, and the sun was hurting her eyes, and she was not, not, listening to the gold-plated bastard who caught up with her too fast for general comfort.
'Enjoying the light bird?' Fuck him. 'Enjoying the l-' FUCK HIM. 'Enjoying the l-' "Fuck you."
She was angry at him for keeping her out so late. (Well, early, but, now is not the time for technicalities). Though really, the anger was unjustified, seeing as she was the one who had let herself get distracted.
'How much further?'
She was sorely tempted to leave him behind, to just duck into the forest and lose him, let him find his own damn way in the sun. Nausea was slowly sweeping over her, a swollen lump just beneath her throat waiting to explode and fuck, it hurt. A pang of sharp passing agony spun through her pupils, leaving her starry-eyed and speechless for all of a moment before she pushed forward with a burst of speed, leaving Gold, and his words, (What did he say? 'Do you only follow... follow'.... follow something? Screw it, he was crazy, he didn't know what the hell he was talking about, anyway).
(F A S T F O R W A R D.)
A pitiful cry ripped itself from Ajax's throat as she attempted to land, though she had long forgotten her mark by not, not to mention how the hell she was supposed to get it. Growling quietly, she closed her eyes as she hit the ground, jarred by the landing. Her wings crumpled to her sides, her tongue lolling to the side before she slurped it back into her mouth with a wet slurping sound. She stumbled for a moment, awkward on her legs. She could smell Aerodox near by, and she let out a snarl, the sound curling out of her mouth with serrated edges, peeping her eyes open just large enough, just long enough, to spot the large gangly wolf watching her passively from in front of a bush that looked to be entirely composed of rusty nails.
(How peculiar).
" Fuck-" She stumbled forward and lost her thread, coughing instead before composing herself. " FUCKING WARBLER."
Did he really expect her to hide in a house of nails? (Yes.)
Aerodox cocked his head to the side with a charming smile, though really all he wants to do is spit in his darling sister's twisted up face.
(It's so much easier and so much more difficult to let her go. But what makes him want to jump off a cliff is the fact that she always comes back in the morning.)
Just as Aerodox was about to open his mouth and say something - he saw... he saw... what? It was large, hurtling towards them at obnoxiously high speed, pure black shadow, maybe nothing at all? Black hole. Sucking the light out of the sky. But....
There was gold, too.
The sky split in two and Aerodox whipped around to face Ajax, snarling, a freckle of spit on the side of his mouth. (The sky split in two, one half jealous, the other half cruel). His chest caved in under a pile of his sister's synthetic grins, and the stranger's fucking - fucking - FUCKING gold shoulder, not to mention the false applause.
"Whore."
Ajax stumbled again and grinned, widely, nearly tripping face first into the thorn bush. "Oh, fuck, I know Warbler, I know, I KNOW. I love you. You know that too, right?" She nearly melted with relief at the sight of the thorn bush, completed inclosed, wonderfully fuckingly dark. Provided by her warbler. He really was sweet.
She shouldn't abuse him like she does. But he was just such an easy target.
Lowering herself onto her stomach and scooting herself under the thorns, Ajax let an audible sigh of relief as the constant light-assault on her eyelids was put to rest. Turning around and peeping outside, she evaluated her Warbler worridly, looking at his tense shoulders, the way the corners of his lips were curled down, but still somehow up in a snarl. "Jesus Aerodox, calm down or you'll fucking come all over the place. Don't worry, he's good, he's nice. Well, actually, he's kind of a bastard, but he's my Joker, so you don't have to worry. We'll keep it down, won't we, Goldie?" that she shouted to Gold (King. Ha. Fucking King.) Giggling euphorically, senselessly happy at the fact that the sun could kiss her ass - no matter how high it got, she was protected by thorns and berries and her Warbler. And right now he certainly did look fearsome.
All tall and gaunt and SCARECROW. (It should be a verb. It should.)
As Gold got closer and closer, Aerodox turned to Ajax and growled, and she pulled back into her den, eyes closing in sudden unease. "Please?" She whined, looking up at her brother pitifully. "Pretty please? He's fun. You'll like him. He's stupid, so so stupid, it's cute, stupid. Aerodox looked up to Gold, his mouth agape, jagged teeth flailing wildly mid-snarl (roar? Do scarecrows roar? Do Warblers?) like something possessed. (Ajax always knew he was disturbed.) tormented.
He didn't share well.
OOC; CHARACTER(S): Ajax LYRICS: The Blood Brothers THOUGHTS: Hell if I know. <|3
Re: K.ing only to Himself « Reply #10 on Sept 1, 2008, 6:18pm »
It seemed that his pain tolerance was much higher than hers. Hmm well her eyes did seem to be a bit larger than normal… but she should learn how to deal with it. Tough up. Yes his skin… his night loving skin was on fire, painful…but he will cope… it will make him slightly grumpy and irritated but it will happen. Hopefully no one pisses him off just yet. The bird… his self appointed queen, seemed to fly faster as the sun inclined in the sky. Yes his queen, she is queen of the night and he is the King… it is only fair.. and he will silently claim her as his. She had a brain, a mind… she was not intimidated, like other weak minded females… used for only on purpose in his lands…
Breeding.
She was… not fit to mate with, she was not ugly, but she was not strong.. but with her mind… and his. Bah who was he kidding, a great King like himself mix himself with a … bird, fucking his own meal. Would he warm up to her? Yes if she was the only female that he will not kill for sport. And when he says warming up… he means she is good enough to fuck. A gentle wolf he was.
King shook his head lightly as he winced. Did the sun just get slightly hotter? Fuck the sun it can burn his hide to a crisp before he admits to being in pain. But a smirk crawled to his lips, and of course his eyes … did not match the humorous smirk… they were yelling ‘fuck off or die’ it seemed fitting. Suddenly the bird dived and he followed suit, a black hole-like shadow… her shadow for now. By now the sun was really starting to bother him, his lips were curled into a snarl and his eyes seemed to challenge everything. Grumpy?
Yes, yes he was.
Sleeping seemed nice, but he was vulnerable in a new land and all… and this King will not be caught off guard. Sleeping was not something he was worried about, he could go months. Would that be very smart, of course not sleeping for months dulled his instinct. So far he has gone a week without sleeping ever since he entered this land. His eyes burned, (not as badly as hers) they will take a while to adjust to the light if he so wishes to adjust. He would rather not, the night was his Kingdom… the light was foreign land. Fuck them light dwellers. But the large beast held back, she would greet… her ‘warbler’ and he will hang back … but only for a few seconds. Wait was it time to mess with someone’s day? Gol-… no King licked his lips… now this shall be fun.
A stench filled his nostrils and he snorted curling his lips up into a snarl, what disgusting stench is that? But his thoughts were interrupted when Ajax attempted to land and he scoffed darkly as his mood was … well dark and grumpy as his whole body felt like it was going to blister… or maybe it already was. Fuck his skin, it can suck it up. He waited until his queen-bird friend had met… the warbler… and he himself landed gracefully… practiced. His night cloaks hung loosely at his flanks as he walked towards the being that was the owner of the stench… male… he hated the scents of other males it always held some sort of a challenge like he must always be on guard. But this one looked similar to the bird… but an ugly bird with a red face. Intimidating… ooo he was shaking all over.
The other male seemed to be … displeased that he was here, taking his anger out on his sun weak sister. King lifted his head, this male was large, but not as large as himself. But he had some genetics… to help with that. It was a shame he was a mix… therefore his heirs would go either way. His dark expression shifted as the red faced vulture turned his ugly mug towards him. How dare stare at him like that. King spread his wings, hackles rising… King’s face twisted into a snarl glaring at the male, blaming him for being out in the fire heat. With his hackles raised… let more sun… more fire hit his skin… but he did not care. Will he keep it down…? That was a very good question.
The other let a snarl escape his open maw, and King responded the same way except his mouth was shut… his lips curling over his pearly whites, long daggers. But dark black blue oceans glowered as his maw expression shifted into a smug smirk… his eyes revealing the opposite. ”I have heard much about you, vulture.” His dark gaze landed upon the pigeon pathetically snug under her bush of thorns. ”I suggest you reel your … brother in bird.” he spoke his eyes shifting again as a look of pure dislike wiped the smirk off his lips. Now to get the male to submit.
”Back down insect…” he growled lowly, his eyes seemingly darkened as he took a few steps forward. This male was not going to make his stay here any easier.
Which was fine with him.
Simple was boring.
Notes: Well.... due to the fact that I have not rped in... two weeks... I apparently zoomed in and out of character. sooo... I apologize if that is not the way he is supposed to be. x3;
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