Ticking Time Bomb [Subtle; Open]

[Vak]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/21bmxsk.png] The land. One of the only areas not covered in ice and snow. Rocks, jagged, sharp. Like daggers striking the earth, ebony claws embraced the points and slanted angels of surface they were chosen to walk upon. The claws had slid themselves forth from the toes of a white-coated beast. Black at the limbs and fading into a soulless purple, the colorations seem to cross ones colored vision with a thrash of viciousness and unknowing. Lean, muscular, feminine legs pull the body they balance forward with a dominating amount of confidence and seductively. Hips place themselves in a swaggering essence as she moved over the dangerous land with such ease. One would think she grew up on the side of a volcano. They would be wrong. However, general sharp rock forms from mountains hugged her like a blanket through out her years of life. A sense of crisp air and solitude, so welcoming, to her dreadful heart. - It moved, hooves scratching at the vegetation that coated the mountain’s side. An infant whom has wondered so far from her mother it was like a silver plated meal. Fur was thin and short as horns had just started their climb from between the young things ears. Tail flapped on her ass as the predator watched from a distance. - She felt like the stalking beast as she climbed through the volcano. Her tail swayed vaguely behind her as tips of fur touched and dragged over the peaked volcanic rocks. Elongated hair rose up along the spine of her neck as golden eyes pulsed with the tormented heartbeat inside her chest. Her mental state was anything but welcoming to those whom crossed her path, but after all… She could not give a flying fuck. Ears flickered as her mind crashed back and the smell of something dead was thrown into her senses like a crazed creature whom was purely blood hungry. But then again, was she? - Movement flashed as her limps pulled her up to a summit after the long legged ‘bahhh’ing creature. The hooves made it easy for the meal to move and turn. Turns sharper then she could ever make. The real advantage was mind. Vak knew that to catch this creature she merely had to tire it down or wait for its footing to cause the body to flop and teeth to puncture. Crash Blood seemed to drip down the surface of her homeland like lava spilling from the mouth of a volcano. Te goat like creature was not to thick of a meal but savoring the sensation of the warmth spewing into her pallet was almost orgasmic in its own. Like a climatic feeling with a male, her eyes widened as she tore through the dead life. Splatter, spilling, painting; black legs were matted and white was dyed. - Her tongue fell forth from behind caged teeth as her bright eyes blinked and took in the vibrated colors around her. Poison like acid licked at her blacked lips. Her mouth was a battlefield of its own, too bad there was not another to inflict such pain upon. Limps moved and continued to pull her over the jagged rocks, who knows where was here to entertain ones self with for the moment.

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[Subtle]

It was hot here, and the temperature made his feet tingle. It was on the verge of being too hot, but since the only other option was to go out into the snow and cold, this place was charming. Feet mincing over the rocks, careful not to step in the bubbling hot tar, the wolf made his way closer to the tip of the mountain. This place was strange, but the heat had called to him and he came. From far away he had seen the great exploding mountain and was drawn to it. It promised warmth, and did not lie, unlike the wolf that was currently climbing its side.

Cast away from his parents from a powerful sweep of nature, the young wolf made his way up the mountain, unsure as to what he was looking for. Ash fell upon him, making his dark red pelt turn gray. Glancing at his side, he almost enjoyed seeing the lighter color upon his pelt. It hid the brightness of his coat, but also made him seem older than his eight months.

One might wonder why a pup his age was out all alone, but this wolf found it almost as much fun as being with his pack. His pack was silly anyway, they wanted him to stop being such a good fighter and hunter. Or so he thought. In reality, the pack sent him away because of his habit of lying. His mom and stepfather had been upset at his lying, especially his stepfather, and the pup knew the real reason his stepfather was angry. He didn't want competition, and Subtle was his competition.

Subtle, a sweet soft name for a pup that was so used to lying about his life and motions. Perhaps his mother had a sense of humor when she named him, but he certainly lived up to it. It took his pack a long while before they realized how much Subtle lied. He wowed them with his drive to learn and become the best, they ignored the fact that he could never keep his stories straight. Perhaps they just thought it was a pup thing, and that he would grow out of it. Well he would never grow out of it now, not when he was on his own and full of good lies to tell.

Claws scrabbling on the rocks, Subtle pulled his long and lean body over a particularly different set of rocks. Sitting on top of the rock and panting, he glanced over the side, surprised at how far he had come. He mustn't go any farther, or he might not find any game or be able to get back. He had survived this long on catching the slow rabbits, but didn't think he could catch anything in this wasteland. Even so, he found himself missing the companionship of other wolves.

Speaking of other wolves, a scent caught his nose. Glancing around, he crouched low to the ground, his eyes having found the figure of another wolf. The white fur of the wolf shone bright against the volcanic rock, and Subtle could tell the other wolf was much larger than he was. Shaking a little bit, being a little bit fearful of other wolves, Subtle tried to quietly climb up to a higher rock. He thought that if the wolf saw him, and tried to attack, maybe he could escape up the mountain. Unfortunately, his rear paw dislodged a rock that cascaded down the mountain, landing quite near the other wolf.

Realizing he had been found, Subtle turned towards the other, standing tall. He knew that he must be confident now, and not scared, as the other wolf might sense his fear and attack him. He was weaker than her, and knew it. A fight to the death would definitely end in his death.

Gathering his courage, he gave a short bark towards the other wolf.
"Hold! Who are you?"
He was way too bold to be speaking to an adult wolf this way, but wanted to seem more than a sniveling pup. Subtle wanted to be strong, and hoped this wolf wouldn't attack him, and would hear him out.

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OoC; Sorry that its late, I hope its an okay post.

[Vak]

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[atrb=background,http://i45.tinypic.com/21bmxsk.png] The sensation was like needles, piercing ones skin. Cracking through the layers the contained and hid all vital organs. But, on her feet. The sensation was wonderful. Like the feeling one gets when teeth strike out at you scruff. Jagged rocks, warm to the touch; they pierced out from the rock formation she was walking on. If only it was scorching hot to the point were the pads of her feet may set a layer of skin or two. Would she then consider this trip a blessing? Ears turned like back and forth, rotating on the top of her skull at different times. They moved from the front to the side in a rotating or pivoting manor. Listening and waiting. Her eyes glazed over from pure boredom. Poison lingering in the backside of her mouth. The muscle inside rolling over the collective saliva behind closed teeth. What excitement, not. Her hips moved back and forth, like an addicting swagger or temptation sliding over the warmed land. The blanket of temptations and yet she carried the bite of a siren. It was not till she paused in her said movements that her entertainment has come down from on high. Rocks sounded as they tumbled down the side of the earth and nature made formation. At first her head did not turn, her mind began to turbine the images that could be up there. Widen and savage looks closed her expressions. Paws wobbled as they moved. Rocks kicking over the ledge and tumbling down. She could feel their fear, and taste their weakness. Like liquor seeping from the pours of the heated. Her tongue fell forth form behind elongated canines. Elderly or younger-ly she would take either. The sensation of fur and flesh within the jaws grasp was like death in a graveyard. Her head slowly moved in a rotation fashion. Her ears slid back against the white part of her fur coated head. Eyes slanted as she held down the twitching blackened upper lip. And what to her surprise, a pup. All too quickly that angered face turned and twisted in to something that was nor welcoming, but instead fearful, demonic, unknowing. Her legs moved swiftly, carrying her closer to the pup, whom smelled of younger-ly male. Her shoulders stuck upwards as muscular legs pulled her closer, closing the distance. Then this ‘thing’ surprised her. Speaking first. She was indeed on loner land, but obviously he did now know who or what she was. Interesting. Her mouth parted as the warmth and smell of death lingered out in a wave that curled around the air between them. “Hold, you speak of. I would indeed be willing to hold you with in my jaws.” Her tongue hit against eh backside of her teeth as she spoke. Her words dark and laced with acidity. Wouldn’t this hardy young male make a nice mid day snack. Her mind could not get past the actual though having been placed before her. Normally her mind played tricks on her, the trick this time was on her mind. A dark purple tongue flickered out and licked at the top lip as it took the turn and finished moistening the bottom. He was brave to wish of whom she was. Maybe he would be considered ignorant and stupid. No, not at all. He was something all the different in her presence. [435a40]“I am the one who is gong to make a meal out of you.” She was not going to lie to this creature, she fully intended upon sinking teeth through the fur and skin. Creating a sucking sound as they slid into the warmth of his body… That is unless he could talk his way out of this one. And by that, she meant not talk his way into boring her. Her head came down just over his head as hot air expelled from her nostrils. The scars on her eyes could only draw in the intensity of lush for blood. The sparking signals that her brain was telling her ran all through the pup.

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