Waste not // Open

[Vasilissa Dragomir]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Claws clicked against the rocks, paws twitching anxiously. Where the hell was everyone? The pale, yet multi-hued coat of the large, feline-like wolf lay upon a particularly large rock that jutted out from the sand near the edge of the ocean. There was a more comfortable rock in her vicinity, but that one was surrounded by water. As agile as the female was, she wasn't about to put herself, willingly, in a place surrounded completely by water, it just wasn't her thing. Still, she had to admit that the one rock she had chosen, wasn't really all that fun to lay on. Her other choice had been to lay in the sand, but that just made her itchy later when the sand refused to come loose from her pelt. Her bi-colored eyes, one blue and the other green, stared out before her in boredom. Her tail flicked behind her idly, her claws retracting and extending, making a clicking sound against the salted stone below her. Where the hell was Murder? That rotten bastard always amused her in some manner, but for some reason he just wasn't in sight right now. The female had already played with her 'pets', the monster creatures in her underground lake, but that was only ever entertaining for a few moments at a time. ooc;; Crap post.

[Murder]

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[atrb=background,http://i31.tinypic.com/161x368.png] Frayed funnels twitched and pivoted on a large, demonic skull, the crimson satellites pulling to and fro with the lullaby of the waves. Acute hearing ever searching for any who dare tread upon the shoreline and disturb the entrance to his layer; a cave hollowed out among the gnarled cliffs that bordered the endless ocean. Today, however, there was no such creature foolish enough to stain Radaris with their presence while it's king was lurking about, and ultimately, it left the colossal beast bored and in a terrible mood. With a heavy sway of air, forced out through his pierced nostrils, Murder heaved his weighted cranium in the direction of a familiar scent. It lingered with the bitter salt that layered each moist cavern on the end of his muzzle, a result of the crisp air that curled and danced about the beach and tossed the waves on to the earth. He watched the white caps slither along the surface quietly for a moment or two, burnt orbs flickering quickly from one to the other until that game grew tiresome. Irritably, the foul creature wondered why he had even bothered to crawl out from his precious cavern to begin with. Another wasted morning, he mused dejectedly, his paws turning up the dry grains beneath them as he started slowly back towards the rocks. Each step left an imprint the size of dinner plates, the gap barely filling back in once the clawed toes lifted themselves from the burrow. Slinking along the beach proudly, his spine ridged with needle pointed fur, the Reaper looked more like a bear than anything. Bulky and standing at a good seven feet, it was a miracle that the hefty canine didn't sink in to the floor beneath altogether. It was no secret that he loved to toss his weight around, and each step had a defined swagger of challenge to it. Recklessness and danger, not something to toy with. But then again, no one did. Or at least, they hadn't lived to tell the tale. His muzzle curled in to something that could only be perfected by a true bastard; a Cheshire grin at it's best. Or worst, depending how you looked at it. It was with this expression that Murder came across the female of Kaza'Rhun, though with an added twinkle to each bleeding pupil. He snickered and let that luminescent tongue coast over his bottom jaw, goblets of drool fleeing from the repulsive jowls as they splattered the sand one by one, leaving darkened spots on the sand. Spots that his paws crushed seconds later, burying beneath the mass of its brethren, "You look shit bored. Why don't you try and make yourself useful instead of lying around all day?" He arched a brow, though it was clear that the brute was teasing. Or at least, that was how he portrayed the words that fell from between his teeth. With Vasilissa, he was always minding his manners, or at least what little he had. She had obtained the title of Conductress somehow, and as her partner, he would keep whatever peace kept the two on good terms. Though, not without a little mischief once in a while. "Or are you worried about getting your feet wet?"

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