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Post by .damacre. on Apr 21, 2007 19:34:28 GMT -5
A champage coated pitbull walks through the sand of an empty playground like a plague of the subconcious mind to the shock of reality. Her eyes, by a tweak in nature, are the color of blindness, azure as the depths of the ocean, but she indeed sees. She stops at the base of a small slide and lifts her maw to test the air. Sensing others she moves forward to investigate, she pauses and looks about but sees no one. A slight breeze blows, so slight that the swings are barely even moved by its movement, and with the slight squeak of the rusty chains she realizes she is still alone.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 21, 2007 19:54:41 GMT -5
C o s m o || and all I got left is me.
Something blurry walked admist the shadows, lurking silently like a morbid illusion around every corner. He was like some sort of grim reaper, he was the very reason for the nightmares plaguing young children's dreams, the reaper that the elders in the world refused to achknowledge. Afterall, ignorance is bliss afterall. Contrary to the champagne colored fem's thoughts, she was far from being alone. She was being followed by a monster, but why was he following her? Her looks had enchanted him, drawn him in like bait. Hook, line, and sinker. "Hello. Name's Cosmo."
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Post by .damacre. on Apr 21, 2007 20:03:42 GMT -5
She paused. A deep growl arose in her throat and the hair along the ridge of her spine rose. The owner of the entrancing scent she'd found emerged and spoke. She beared her teeth, little trust is there in the heart of one who has saw naught but battle, blood, and gore. Her deep, strong chest rose and fell with each growl. [glow=red,2,300] Why are you following me, sir Cosmo? [/glow]
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Post by Firefly on Apr 21, 2007 20:33:28 GMT -5
Chortle of laughter bubbled from manifestation's agape mandible, jaws hanging loose though the moment they snapped they would create a vice-like grip. Skull was held high, muscles relaxed though entire weight was strategically balanced atop his powerful, muscle-bound hind-quarters incase a dispute were to break out and combat be in order. "To kindly tell you, unnamed maiden, that it is dangerous for a lady to be traveling all by her lonesome. Especially so close to nightfall." His breath poured outward on the parched land, approaching fearlessly, boldly as his collossal paws slapped against the ground in a merciless pattern as he soon drew up directly infront of her. It was true, dusk was settling its shadowy veil acros the lands like a morbid cloak. Though, it still revealed his blood-stained muzzle. Though most of his color had been restored to a pristine white, with the splotches of various onyx marking; there was the grotesque crimson splayed around the edges of his lips, and the dark shade of burgundy his gum and tongue bore. They looked, almost abnormally colored. He uttered not a pitch of foul aggression, for he knew if he did, he would be more than likely unable to control his actions. For the Dalmation was trully a possessed demon when in combat. "Now, would you kindly grace me with your name?"
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Post by .damacre. on Apr 22, 2007 9:04:02 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]I am cursed as Damacre.[/glow] Her voice rippled to his ears and danced around his head. She relaxed, he did not look like he was threatening her at all. Despite the bloodstains on his maw she did not find him a threat to her. He was tall, sleek, muscular and appeared he could definately put up a fight. However, with the cursed breeding that ran through her veins she knew she could protect herself against him...or whatever he assumed was to haunt her after dusk. [glow=red,2,300]I think I can take care of myself...[/glow] She stepped forward, massive paws making little dust clouds whip around her feet. Her eyes were dull will mental turmoil, and the strong muscles in her entire body tensed and relaxed as if by the demons inside her head were giving her instructions she refused to follow. She raised her head high, synyster ivories showing once more as the curse of her soul poured forth, [glow=red,2,300] Now, will you tell me why you were really following me?[/glow]
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Post by Firefly on Apr 22, 2007 20:04:59 GMT -5
"Charmed." Voice hissed in an allurring purr, husky by masculine nature. Chesire grin displayed itself across his fixtures in a mysterious manner, fashionable canvas crawling with anticipation. Not a hint of deceptive sarcasm crawled into the deep baritones of his throaty rumbling voice, though he wanted so badly to show this dog she wasn't as tough as she thought she could be. He wouldn't allow the rage, the lust, the torment to return. He just couldn't. "I spoke the truth before, why else would I follow you? You seem hardly close to my type." His voice was hard as he spoke this, but light to show he was only vaguely teasing. Though in reality, he was doing much more. Cosmo was testing her, seeing how far she could be pushed without drawing the lines.
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Post by .damacre. on Apr 22, 2007 21:47:48 GMT -5
Her cold orbs narrowed. His teasing was testing her patience. She laid back her demon crowns and growled once more, jaws spasming in small bite-like motions. [glow=red,2,300]I wasn't making a suggestion. [/glow] Her muscular bulk twitched in an instinct determination, orbs glazed over with murderous fog. Quickly the look faded and she glanced downwards in shame of her lack of self-control. [glow=red,2,300]I believe...I believe you should be going.[/glow] Here she turned away.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 23, 2007 16:01:24 GMT -5
"Bloodlust is a foul demon that possesses us all, Damacre. Though, one proves one's strength not by the number of bodies that fall at their paws, but in the amount of self control one's body contains." Rough baritones swept out of agape mandible once more, jaws hanging ajar without the slightest indication that he was planning on leaving. Quite contrary, really. Paws were silent as he drew up alongside her, expertly trained eyes honing in on her every movement; calculating each and every possibility immaginable. Now, once more, Cosmo spoke. "I don't believe that I shall be leaving soon. Perhaps we got off on the wrong paw, Damacre. I am following you for a reason, and that reason is I come to you with the offer of an alliance. You can think of it as a companionship, even. Think about it before you answer. In greeing to this 'treaty', you would have me as an ally. You may not see much when you look at me, but you should know from experience to never judge a book by its cover." Now, he reclined atop powerful haunches, gaze sweeping once more over her figure as he awaited her reaction. Dalmation was quite persistant, wasn't he?
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Post by .damacre. on Apr 23, 2007 21:58:14 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Companionship?[/glow] The word nearly stuttered from her strong, vicelike gripping jaws. She kept her body tense, not from fear but out of habit. She turned her hears backward to listen to his movements. [glow=red,2,300]Alliance. THAT I might consider... What exactly did you have in mind? Oh, and I never judge...[/glow] This she said in a breathy tone and began circling the brute. Small, enclosing circles. [glow=red,2,300]Looks aren't everything. I've saw pomeranians that packed quite a punch...[/glow] Her her body shook slightly with a low, bittersweet sound: Laughter.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 23, 2007 22:13:58 GMT -5
"Everyone judges, Damacre. Whether you choose to achknowledge that fact or not, it is a fact either way. And yes, an alliance. Surely, you have not locked yourself away in this pit of manifestation and hatred long enough to forget the meaning of ally, have you?" Voice swept out in an uncaring manner, calculations once again continuing in a strategic manner. Militant was his style, always ready for combat. Dalmation narrowed eyes as he breathed in soundlessly, visual concept of this pregnant dog perceived as no threat. Gaze followed her, body held in prideful manner, yet not thingyy nor aggressive. Cosmo dared not to allow that lethal plague to be released. "I would be at your side if you were ever to need me, and that much would be modestly expected of you as well. Something valuable in these lands, especially if you aim to have your name respected. And this is a common goal of us all, though I myself have a special aim. One that includes domination and conquering what one rightfully deserves. To kill is a birth-right, but to reign with power and not only by fear, is an extravagant thing you must obtain. Perhaps you must kill and do horrific deeds to first obtain this title, but you should not rule by fear alone."
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Post by .damacre. on Apr 25, 2007 7:05:19 GMT -5
Her dull orbs narrowed, she would not deny the fact that as he spoke and observed her she was judging the spotted demon as well. Orbs moved to his neck, where warm blood was pulsing in the veins. [glow=red,2,300] I have no intentions of integrating any sort of "rule". I prefer anarchy. However... [/glow] Her golden bodice glinted in the last visible rays of the sun, strong pillars carrying her to her last rotation around the brute, leaving her to pause at his left side. Her eyes, though dull moments prior, glinted with an odd detail that was not there before; hardly noticeable but significant to her being. [glow=red,2,300]I think this alliance may end up to suiting my fancy... I will give it a trial.[/glow] Damacre had no earthly, heavenly, or hellish idea why this dalmation wanted her alliance; nor did she know why she was intruiged by him. But she did intend on finding out.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 25, 2007 11:51:10 GMT -5
I'm riding in the middle Halfway into you And halfway into something else, I dont't know what to do. You said you'd make it easy, You said you'd take the time, But you call it off Before I change my mind.
'Cause you're not decidin' You're only hidin' from love. You can't deny it, You're only hidin' from love.
_________ "Anarachy is far into the title over-rated, but speak as you may but I am a dog of my word, whether you choose to believe that or not." Her rotations were beginning to make his head slightly spin, which threatened to bring back the uncontrollable rage. The rage came with the headaches. The painful, unbearable headaches. The dizziness was shaken off with a brisk jerk of his skull, his eyes having long ago tactfully taken in each every one of her bodies' details, from the most significant to the most meaningless. Those were his ways. Before aggression even began to come into place, it was wise to know your opponent; even before they became foes. Now, who could call this militant soldier a fool?
Yet, within their colloborating minds, though thoughts were differing, they held certain similarities. One of which being he was intrigued by her as well and couldn't quite find out why. It could be a simple fascination, the fact that he was marvelling over someone so much like himself. Or perhaps, maybe, sickly, it was something grotesque- like infacuation. Now, now the Dalmation was dense on accounts about 'love' or 'liking'; so if he were to be 'crushing' on this beastial creature, he wouldn't know it if it smacked him dead in the face. Cosmo offered a sly smirk, amusal dancing within eyes as he sat on his haunches, torso spinning slowly to face her fully. In a manner of respect, not one of uncertainty. _________
Well, I've been makin' changes, But you've been changin' too. You were hopin' love was somethin' else, I was hopin' it was you. You said you'd make it easy, babe, You said you'd take the time, But you call it off Before I change my mind.
Cause you're not decidin' You're only hidin' from love. You can't deny it, You're only hidin' from love.
I know you're tryin', But you're only hidin' from love. You say you're shy, But you're only hidin' from love
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Post by .damacre. on Apr 26, 2007 16:09:55 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Overrated? Not at all. I don't enjoy chaos, unruly welps thinking they can take what is theirs. I enjoy the real anarchy: pure, untouched freedom. The sweetest innocence never known.[/glow] Here she paused her circling and looked him over once more, sweeping her glittering eyes over every inch of him. [glow=red,2,300] Now. Let me give this "trust" thing a try...Where do we start? [/glow] She smiled, ivories glinting in malice.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 27, 2007 9:58:38 GMT -5
"My motto is simple; take what is yours, make yours what is not. As I've spoken of birthrights before, to claim and conquer is a right. To excercise it calls for immense intelligent, tact, and strength beyond one's body." Cosmo chuckled heartily, his eyes carelessly following her, more so that he could leisurely carry on this 'conversation' with dignity instead of talking ahead to an empty patch of grass. "Trust can be perceived in the smallest of ways. You owe nothing to me, and I the same for you. Only you yourself can make a way for me to prove the fact that I'm trustworthy."
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Post by damacre on Apr 27, 2007 23:44:23 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Pathetically enough, I'm giving you this chance.[/glow] She came to face him and made a firm contact of eyes with him. The gazes clashed like an unmoving bluff and the unrelenting waves of the ocean. A flicker of something bright and warm shone in her eyes, something new, fresh, and constricting. [glow=red,2,300]Only time will tell if the choice was wise of me...As the human children chant: ashes to ashes... we all fall down...[/glow]
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