CRIMES AGAINST h-u-m-a-n-i-t-y -dyzz-

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T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E
where's your god now?

The silver light of a full moon beginning to hide the sun flooded the normally ominous Feeble Forest. Branches and foliage illuminated, melting snow gleaming with an aura of mystery. Mist shrouded the land, as ghosts of those deceased wandered between the trees. Occasionally, the moaning of equine and companion could be barely heard, but the disembodied voices are incapable of being understood. Monsters are said to haunt this eerie place, and indeed they do... something had to help the ghosts leave life after all. A gentle wind stirred in the mist and branches, dry wood creaked as it swayed. The melancholy call of a barn owl filled the bone chilling air occasionally, soft and distant, foreboding and desolate. It was an unusual night, the night of the eclipse. Frost gripped foliage with an everlasting brace, attempting to hold onto the deathly cold of winter, not yet ready to rebirth spring. Hoof prints and paw prints alike stirred the once pristine snow, mingling it with mud and debris along with the occasional splatter of blood. Here in the Feeble Forest, one never knows what one may find... be it God or ghost, beast or killer, odds are, things will probably not go your way.

The silver light of the moon reflected on the scaled mask of a stallion, illuminating his features. The light toyed with the steel gray lizard-like skin running from forehead to muzzle and circling his eyes, it caught on to the snake's flesh clinging to his chest and fading into his shoulder blades, bounced off the pleated armor upon his rump, and caught hold of the white hairs covering his body. Powerful black legs struck the ground as muscles rolled choppily, dark blue eyes transfixed on the two colliding spheres above. The stallion's black locks fell listlessly down a thick neck, knotted, gnarled and torn, a ragged tail swaying with the movement of his hindquarters. Black ran down his forehead among the scales, covering his right nostril. Similarly, thin lines formed the shape of a dagger with tribal wings upon his chest. The ends of the wings ran down the beginning of his legs, until those muscular legs were enveloped in black. The last patch of this disheartening hue ran down his withers, halfway across his shoulder blades in a painted pattern. The sharp points of fangs protruded over the stud's lips, curling the skin rather disturbingly around and under them. Overall, the unique element of this master of darkness was terrifyingly electric.

Alongside the feathered legs prowled a tiger-like vixen. Like her companion, fangs protruded grotesquely from her mouth, though hers were longer and thicker. Saliva ran down the ivory tusks, dripping from the end like water in a cave. Golden black eyes watched the ground before her, watching the land she tread. As paws hit the ground, her toes spread and claws slid from their sheaths. Her tawny body was smeared with black dots, almost like a child's finger painting, giving her the signature look of the Saber Tooth Tiger. Down her spine ran a single black line, ending at her stub tail. White crept down the insides of her legs, from her chin to her stomach, and blended in nicely with the dark tan hue of her body. Unlike her male counterpart, her movements were liquid and smooth, a gliding stalk that allowed her to move silently alongside the stallion. Her hair rippled as muscle stretched and contracted beneath it, the steam of her breath curling around her face as they trudged on. The duo was silent as they pushed through the fog, their senses tuned in to the surroundings around them as the two fanged killers sought out their next victim... completely oblivious to the fiendish enemy they were about to meet.

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i've danced with devils & drank with the demons
THAT'LL SLEEP WITH DEATH & FELL SHORT OF BREATH
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Wiccan’s Rede

Fangs glistened in the air, as her expression swam into cool, dark, hatred. Her expression was slacked, slightly; though, as she watched the scene in the sky, as a large, full moon cascaded the sun, sliding into cover, creating a black disc in the sky with a fiery ring around the outer edge. The world turned dark, as day became night, at noon, and her expression slipped into a delighted one. Oh, yes, now This was wonderful. Guajiran flew above her, the owl twisted and turning in the air, looking particularly normal today – like an actual owl. His expression was one of melancholy, and Wic wouldn’t be surprised if the creature had his eyes closed as he flew. Hope he flies into a fucking tree. She thought, though she didn’t mean it. Gua might be the most fucked up owl you could find on this side of the earth, but she wasn’t complaining. In all of Elementum, she was glad she had him at her side. Usually others stopped attacking her, when he landed on her back and did his Dracula thing. Of course, they stopped attacking, cause they were laughing, but still. He’d saved her ass – at his own expense – often enough. She moved through the nighttime noon, her expression more amused then anything else large hooves pounded into the earth, before she slipped in through the trees of the feeble forest. She knew the rumors. Be careful of the Feeble Forest., and I hear that Caedan prowls those lands, looking for bed warmers. of course, a few usually commented He can take me any day *swoon* lover to a god? Sign me up. But, if Caedan was planning to meet her in these woods… well. She’d sic Gua on his ass…

Feeble forest? This was her type of place. Dark, deadly, full of ghosts and horrors. Hell, Wic herself was a horror in her own right. You ever see her attack something? She’s as dangerous as a tightly wound cougar… but, she fights like a wolf. The ivory kitten moved with ease among the trees, her white coat shining and reflecting the bits of light, silver and otherwise, that could be seen from what was the odd spectacle in the sky. Her form was an exquisite one. Exotic, with enough tantalize to it, that she became irresistible in some eyes. Good thing she was already claimed, eh? No one messed with a mare of the King’s (even if their relationship was only professional and friendly. Nothing close to Sex involved.) Of course, that could also be from the fact she was already pregnant – not that one could tell, though. Still in the VERY early stages, she herself wouldn’t have know, had she not been aware of what her personal symptoms of pregnancy was. Dizzy spells, flu like symptoms. That sort of thing. Of course, they aren’t very strong in this pregnancy, which is why she continues to venture out while she still can. Soft, silver blue eyes looked around, as Gua hooted to some far off owl, answering the call it had made. She was a gorgeous equine, truly, her form appearing purely Friesian, except for the more delicate lines of her shape. Her mane and tail hung in curls, ringlets, and waves of ivory, her mane down to just above her knees, her tail just barely hitting the floor. Each had a single streak of red – a genetic mutation. And, peeking out from just below her up lip, as she grinned at Gua, was a small set of fangs, delicate, but deadly. Marking her as the carnivore she is.

She grinned when Gua hooted again, before his signal changed to one of warning and alarm, instantly putting Wic in the defensive, standing her ground, before she watched to figures ahead of her emerge from the fog. A stallion, and what looked to be a fanged cat…. No fucking way! How’d he get a saber tooth? Wic narrowed her eyes as Gua hooted once more, before arching his wings, and descending onto her back, sharp nails gripping her and using her as a balancing rod. Wiccan watched the duo, as they approached, before her voice ripped from her, all coldness and ice, “Get lost on your way to visit the rainbow? Or are you actually asking for trouble?” She called, as Gua sized up the two, and Wic glanced at him, with a warning gaze. If he went peacock or even went evil on her, she was going to be pissed. She wanted them afraid, to die of fear, not laughter.

this post is 1029 words and completed tagged for dream and Dyzz and i just felt the need to say that Hope you like. Sorry it sucks xD! lyrics are credited to passion for publication of the all amazing anarbor! this template belongs to justlikefalling of caution 2.0. enjoy my lovelies!

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T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E
where's your god now?

The wind possessed a particularly bitter chill, only for this once in a lifetime introduction between Death and Death's Mistress. It would be a night that would live in infamy, as the horrors of Elementum were unleashed and a new way of living revealed. Fear would encompass every realm as the threat of death would cause limbs to tremble and hearts to speed. Whether the two killers would choose to pair up to reek havoc or not, the simple fact of the matter was this: the Grim Reaper would have new souls to feast on daily. Even if they didn't team up, they would be competing on an unconscious level to outdo the other. The site of a white tail with red streaks or blue eyes upon a face with a black blaze would cause panic and disarray; creatures would flee and hide, only to be halted in their tracks by a saber tooth tiger or an owl that becomes Dracula. As fate drew the two beings closer together, time was already slowing down in preparation... savoring the final moments before chaos would be unleashed, and allowing the inhabitants of Elementum one beautiful night, one rare treat - the night of the Eclipse - before life as they knew it would be changed forever.

It was the orange glow within the sky that illuminated the lands and foreshadowed the way life would be lived. The gleam resembled bloodshed within the galaxy, spanning to it's every corners. Where it didn't lock in it's death grip, blackness filled in, gripping with white knuckles and a lack of desire to let go. Stars twinkled dimly throughout this mess, fading as the orange clouds covered and suffocated those whom had the will to attempt a life within the massacre. Yes, the sky always does reflect what we will soon experience on Earth. It's a message from the God and Goddess, a warning, so that those whom wish to seek refugee may attempt to do so... and those who fail to heed their warning shall parish. As the moon drew ever closer to the sun, the black and white stallion eclipsed the movements. Drawn to the white dove by an almost unnatural force, his powerful black legs cut through the fog. Destiny lured him forward, companion in tow, until the swirling fog revealed the faintest hint of crimson dimmed to a mere pink by the films of white circling the mare.

If it hadn't been for that minute detail, the stallion and tiger would have passed by without noticing the fae hiding in the mist. As it was, this curious detail fired up the two predators' minds. The tigress's muscles coiled as she crouched low to the ground, her tawny hide disappearing beneath the fog. Within moments, she became visible again, as she leaped into a ground-eating lope toward the maiden. The stallion followed suit, though as his hooves pounded the ground, his body began to loose it's features. First, his pelt grew longer and thicker, darkening to an impossible black. Next, his ears grew shorter and rounder, fangs changing shape and face morphing. In a matter of seconds, he had gone from massive stallion to an over sized black wolf. Dark blue eyes remained locked on the wench as he followed his companion's suit, massive paws beating the ground rhythmically as he closed the distance between himself and this ghostly fae. The tigress was now circling the femmora and her own, surveying the white body greedily, seeking out which sections would be beast suited for meat and nourishment and which should be shredded to bits.

His body slowed to a halt just in front of the mare, emotionless eyes fixed upon her own while his tigress continued to circle. Oh, Tomb, she has lovely haunches...

The big cat purred, the blood lust heavy in her tone. A slight smirk crossed the wolf's rubber-like lips, though only at the corners. Barely noticeable, but enough for his companion to let out an amused laugh. His ears perked forward at the vixen's tones, and at once, he too joined in on the laughter. Just one chuckle, loud enough to annoy this bad ass. The tiger's tawny body completed one more circle, before halting alongside the wolf in front of the white Friesian. She has fangs, too! Caliphate burst into laughter, dropping her body to the ground and rolling in amusement, exposing herself to what she clearly did not see as a threat. Don't you know who he is, unicorn? Cali questioned, once she managed to regain her composure. The fae waited a few seconds for dramatic effect, as if she was expecting the mare to answer, before uttering the simple word. Death. All seriousness was present on her facade, speaking for the silent shape shifter alongside her.

In the wolf's eyes, he was studying the fae, picking out every minuscule detail he could. Unlike others, he wasn't obsessed with her beauty. Unlike Cali, he didn't see her fangs as a joke, though he hadn't decided them to be a threat just yet. His eyes washed over her form, taking in the scars and pristine whiteness, the death grip the owl had on the fae's spine and the fact the mare hadn't even shuttered as the claws sank into her pelt. Wordlessly, he rose to all fores and circled the femmora as his companion had, though with different intentions. Unlike Cali, he wasn't looking for things to make fun of. He was looking for weaknesses, soft spots, strengths, and the signs of a killer. It was the faint pinkish hue present in her hooves that convinced him this wasn't just another wannabe killer. This was a fae who would kill, though for what reasons were still unknown to him. Careful, Cal. This one bites. The wolf finally remarked to his counterpart, a smirk present in his eyes as he came to Wiccan's head once more.[/blockquote][/size][/color][/size]

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[/i] Wiccan didn't care to answer, as she locked eyes on the male, silver blue hues cold, though amusement danced in the flame she ruled her life by. Death.[/i] A slight smirked emerged at that. So this was Death. And here, they had no idea, they were talking to the one called 'Death's Mistress.' The foolish creatures knew nothing.

She tilted her head, traces of crimson strikes shimmering as she kept calm. No threats, no acts of violence. Let them make their own idea of her. Though, she kenw immediantly, the male was different. He took in her fangs, his eyes lingering on old scars, faint on the white. The death grip her owl had, claws sunk into her skin, blood welling around it. He rose slowly, circling her as well, and she knew what he was searching for... He wasn't going to find anything that would hold her to a sign of weakness. He was no threat. Not to one like her. Never to one like her. Careful, Cal. This one bites.[/color][/i] The wolf said, his eyes locking back onto hers, as she finally smirked, shifting as she tilted her head. "Biting... I'm not fond of biting, actually. It's not... messy enough. To... docile. makes me think of a..." her eyes fell onto the tigerress, "... cat fight." She said, the word 'cat' coming out like a cruel note. As if no one wanted to be a cat.

She looked at the two creatures, tilting her head, before focusing on the male 'wolf' once more, "Name's Wiccan's Rede. But, in these lands... they call me Death's Mistress. So there better be more than one Death..." She said, snorting, "After all, you look hardly worth the calling of... Death." And as if to agree, her owl decided to hoot, cling to her spin all the tighter.

this post is 1063 words and Finished tagged for Dream and Dyzz and i just felt the need to say that She's such a bitch! lyrics are credited to passion for publication of the all amazing anarbor! this template belongs to justlikefalling of caution 2.0. enjoy my lovelies!

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T O M B S T O N E S
R E V E N G E
where's your god now?

Wistful eyes of a patient killer surveyed the body of the white femora. Her calm, her lack of fear, her own studying eyes... all of it seemed unjust, as though no fae so delicately crafted should possess such a calm coolness. That's how the stud knew what he was dealing with. He watched wordlessly, calmly observing the situation through wolf's eyes. Cautiously, he followed his companion's movements and words with his ears. Always, his eyes remained on this newly discovered predator, watching her throat... that vital point where all life flowed, so vulnerable to the equine, while he, in his wolf form, was protected by folds of skin and massive amounts of thick fur that would clog and baffle the jaws of even Cal... at least long enough for him to react. And here this calmly arrogant fae stood, head held high as she amused herself with his distraction while he was busy visualizing that snow white neck being stained red as life flowed from a severed vein... A move that, if he were lucky, would merrily take but one fatal stroke. So intently was he staring at this vulnerable point, so deep in his imagination was he, that he had nearly lost himself in terms of his surroundings. Cal's words served to return him to reality, followed by the speech of this white killer in disguise. His smirk disappeared from his facial features, replaced by impassive disgust as he noticed she, too, was now smirking. So quickly did the amusement leave his face that one could think the concept of sharing a similar expression with the prey he had believed to be his was unbearable. In reality, her tone and return of attention had irked him slightly, his plotting of the fatal blow delayed as Cal toyed with their living meat.

The cat, however, wasn't as patient nor as calculating as the... wolf. Her temper was quick to flare, her mood changing like the New England weather. Words of others affected her deeply, for they outright challenged her deadliness - something she could not take very lightly. Perhaps it was lucky, then, that the cat was in a considerably good mood for some unknown reason. Her rounded ears twitched as the fae spoke, a mocking tone in her voice that wouldn't go unpunished. Cal never forget any wrong that was done to her, and so it was that if something passed by with an offensive word, she saw to it that they would eventually pay in blood. For now, she decided to taunt the mare. Behind the fae, the cat stretched to full height while balance on her hindquarters. In a second, all four feet were on the ground again, not once making contact on her part with the fae. Oh, goody! I'm just the right height, actually! My claws could serve us well in spicing it up, no? She'd managed to ask without a hint of joking in her voice, a smile within her eyes cleverly disguised as lust. Besides, we could break the laws of nature. We could make it work... The predator purred, rubbing her muscular body gently against Wic's own, amusement radiating through every ounce of her being.

Tombstone, however, was not as easily amused. He watched as his companion threw caution to the wind, pressing her vulnerable build against a horse's powerful legs, leaving herself at the mercy of a disguised killer. It disgusted him, reaching the very depths of his being. Although he felt every fool deserved to die, he also felt Cal was no fool, yet she was being exceedingly foolish... something she'd have to learn the hard way not to be, though not with her life. He wouldn't allow that. His blue eyes narrowed, intently watching the proceedings as he prepared to spring in at any moment. The shifter rose to all fours, the wistfulness of a wolf and practiced killer in his eyes. He watched calmly, with the unceasing patience of one who had grown accustomed to stalking a timid prey animal and waiting for the opportune moment to come by. If id did, he knew he wouldn't miss it. Never did Death miss his chance. Cautiously, he circled the white Friesian, always prepared to leap out of striking distance at the slightest hint of an attempted surprise attack. As he halted beside his companion in front of the mare once more, his pointed ears caught her words. He betrayed for a moment his amusement at her naivety, passing moments later into the beast's impassive grave-like expression once again. Too... docile. He repeated, his voice holding none of the amusement he felt within. Cal, however, burst into uncontrollable laughter once again. If they hadn't of been in company, Tomb would have commented about Cal's suitability as a hyena over her birth species as a Saber Tooth. As it was, his only response was to spread his jaws and yawn in boredom, revealing his fangs that glistened with saliva, and still managing to keep his eyes on the mare and her bird. If she was seeking the satisfaction of throwing him into a defensive rage or even to get him to converse, she was failing miserably. He had yet to be impressed. Her next words managed to bring a smirk that stayed upon his muzzle this time, though. It seems, dearest Cal, that we have finally crossed paths with me... mate. Nonchalant was his voice as he stated this fact, emphasizing mate fro the benefit of this horse. How did one like YOU earn such a title?! Death has no mistress, no lover, no friend! Cal spat incredulously, fury causing her mane to bristle bitterly. Nothing would steal Tomb from her. She simply would not allow that.

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