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Post by deathclaw on May 16, 2010 19:25:24 GMT -5
[ continued from familiar faces. kinda. ] devil's little sister, listening to your twisted transistor! [/font] — deathclaw
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the moment he told her about their need for a chat, he had just as quickly slunk off as he arrived. he cared not what the others thought, as long as they knew not to follow. eavesdropping, as they all probably figured out by now, wasn't very lightly punished. and as he flexed his claws, mid walk, he could feel his blood lust once again lacing through his mind.
crack! though faint, it caused his lip to twitch; his unsheathed claws snagged and snapped a single twig. though the sound was most likely not going to give them away - the chances of that were entirely slimmer from the start - he disliked it. why? because it sounded right when the thunder cackled, as if laughing. humiliating. but then again, that was just his dementia getting to him; the sky couldn't laugh. it too would be torn apart. and it knew it, didn't it?
that's why you're always bloody, every strike of dawn and dusk. he chuckled - and it slowly, quietly, developed into a cackle. how enticing the world suddenly seemed. blood even in the skies. delectable.
his mood swing unnoticed, already forgotten one could say, he padded on. with the flick of the tail, he signaled the find of the most secluded spot around the twisted birch. a den, almost. though much darker, gloomier, than a comfortable, pampered warrior's. a sneer nearly came to his lips.
turning 'round, stealthy as ever could be, even with his large bodice, he smiled. almost like a grimacing sneer. a vicious glow struck his gaze as the lightning crackled, sizzling the sky. his tongue rolled over his lips, as if he were awaiting a treat. "midnight, m'dear. tell me the statistics of the beasts we now contain, within our coterie," he purred darkly.
and the clans. they would pay, soon enough, wouldn't they? he had heard. and he knew. their plans, to demolish shadowclan, bring it to more than its knees. to groveling. oh, how he could laugh at the thought.
"and do tell me our plans. they must be lovely. isn't that right, my demoness?"
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Post by midnighthowl on Jun 12, 2010 19:24:32 GMT -5
this whole idea was like a TNT bomb, when the wick runs out, it all goes boom. and she couldn't wait. she couldn't wait until the day came when her mother could finally see the truth of her words; when everyone who had ever abandoned her, rejected her ideas, could finally see the evident, wicked truth. maybe they wouldn't see it voluntarily, but they'd catch a glimpse... she'd drive them to it, and who knows? maybe they’d like it.
these warriors would probably think it were an omen, some kind of bad fortune on their behalf, or even just plain out evil, but the bastards would never know the truth of it; to her followers, it was for their sake’s.
the Clans figured their lives were hard, fighting one another for food year round, but the rogues and the loners were fighting to breathe. forget food, how about shelter? how about allies? haha, of course that wasn’t even the real reason she was arranging the Coterie. all Midnight wanted was revenge. she didn't exactly care about any of the cats who had put their lives in her care; it was just a game of chess.
she was the queen, screw the king, and they were her pawns. one by one they'd forge the pathway, and it would lead her right to Ice. right to where she wanted to go.
how? one might ask themselves... if the forest is cleared out, where will ice be able to hide? how will she fight when enemies have her cornered? she will be the earth they walk on, the very grass, each little tendril woven into the dirt. the filth. like the Clans and their StarClan (she still thought it sounded stupid), Ice would find dead Eden amidst her future. she would not go to paradise.
her large form turned, vacantly; lost in her contemplation of precision, veracity, she hardly noticed anyone else but she, and her beloved deathclaw. if he really thought she was that thick in the head, he needed to gather his horns lest she rip them off. little demon. he cackled, his deep, soothing voice nearly a lullaby to her ears. midnight, m'dear. tell me the statistics of the beasts we now contain, within our coterie, her steps gradually grounded, and her ocher moonstones flickered; a small flame ablaze in the very core of their brilliant depths. red flecked, gleaming...
"my pets? Ursula shows great potential, but their loyalty means nothing to me. eventually, when we're done with our game, i'll toss them aside. it'll be just as i said before, like stealing candy from a baby." she felt her own laugh erupt from the depths of her throat. it vibrated her chest; and the corners of her maw curled up into a grin. and do tell me our plans. they must be lovely. isn't that right, my demoness?
"oh? you'll have to come closer if you want to hear... they're ah, 'hush hush' hmm?" she beckoned him with her tail, and a bittersweet glimmer in her rays.
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Post by deathclaw on Aug 3, 2010 15:40:46 GMT -5
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his lips curled in a cruel smile. it didn't matter if she would abandon everything and everyone. she was his, at least for now. he was satisfied to have her as his queen of this game. ah, but even he was minor to her. but it didn't matter. the forest's life was in their claws, and he was prepared to tear it apart. with others alongside them, they could use them to do the dirty work. and then midnight would be on her merry way to her goal, and he'd be satisfied. his job would be done, with a kingdom left for him and his glasses of blood.
'my pets? ursula shows great potential, but their loyalty means nothing to me. eventually, when we're done with our game, i'll toss them aside. it'll be just as i said before, like stealing candy from a baby.' ah yes. the demoness who enticed him so, always flexing her beautifully wicked ways.
he chuckled lowly, the dark glint in his eye remaining as the skies grew ever darker. "it's best they learn quickly what it means to betray you, however. since you rule with fear and darkness, i doubt it will take long."
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[/font] but then he nearly frowned. "make sure the inexperienced don't get in the way. i trust that your apprentice can help you keep them in line."[/font] it wasn't that he was taking control. it was more of a warning. he didn't need others in his way. in anyone's way at that. they had tasks to do and little time to waste, dawdling around like a vulnerable bit of prey. 'oh? you'll have to come closer if you want to hear... they're ah, 'hush hush' hmm?'[/color] he smirked now, his dissatisfaction now dissipating. as she beckoned him with her tail, his deathly yellow gaze flickered. "of course, my pretty," he purred darkly, a dark smile glowing as he padded closer to her, almost circling her in a slow manner. but he settled for nearly beside her, yet nearly in front of her. "now seduce me with your wicked plans," he rumbled, in a manner more requesting than demanding. she was a devilish charmer. [/color] » STATUS: finished.
» TAGS: midnighthowl!
» COUNT: 376.
» NOTES: sorry it took over a month.  ;
i didn't see it, and we know my muse problems. >>;
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Post by midnighthowl on Aug 27, 2010 21:28:18 GMT -5
(Snowzie, we should probably just fade this thread into like... their mating. Lmfao. Because they're going to have kits, right? Monster Gideon and Amy? I could also put up a thread for their adoption, unless you want to adopt Amy still. I have no room for Giddy.)
blahh i'll put the updates into this to get over the word count: three activity checks going on, go post now if you haven't! the fight is halfway finished, thankfully. notice there are new additions to the boards and to the site content as well. don't be afraid to snoop around when you've got nothing else to do. <3
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