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[sukie]

The light was fading once again as night settled over Citagazze, Mia loved the dark nights she could play more tricks on unsuspecting mutts. Mia slowly walked with pride by the banks of Loo swamp her cold blue eyes watching the algae float on top of the murky water. Mia watched as a few dragonfly larvae swam through the murky waters which seemed so inviting. As Mia raised her head to the sky to adore the moon she noticed a couple of large dragonfly's floating in the sky. As Mia returned on her walk she heard the water drip as she looked behind her she saw the dragonfly larvae being eaten in a swarm of fish 'That's life for you' Mia giggled, A deep sense of pride was felt throughout Mia knowing she now was the leader of the most blood thirsty pack in Citagazze.

Mia saw a little movement in the undergrowth before her, Mia hated anything that came on her lands who wasn't a member of Sha'Moore. Mia lowered her body just keeping her eyes on the hussle of the undergrowth. As Mia kept watch she saw a small fluffy tail 'A rabbit?' Mia thought. As Mia crept forward she noticed it stand in the middle of the slightly worn path without a second thought Mia jumped out as the rabbit stood in shock for a few seconds before bolting for the nearby barn, but Mia wasn't going to lose her meal. Mia leaped as she ran each second Mia was gaining speed She was near the rabbit who seemed to have an injury without letting a second pass Mia jumped on the rabbit and clamped her jaws quickly around the rabbits squealing neck.

Mia held the rabbit increasing the pressure slowly its horrifying screams got louder and sharper Mia giggled although it sounded more like a rumble, the rabbit's back legs trashing around it got a lucky scratch and made a slight mark on Mia's neck 'You will pay now' Mia mumbled, Mia quickly clamped down on the rabbits neck killing it quickly but painfully, A few twitches followed the death of the rabbit but Mia had already started ripping the rabbit apart. Mia's once white muzzle now covered in crimson liquid, Mia had ripped her way through most of the flesh and bones revealing most of the vital organs, As Mia's bright blue orb's watched the organs she noticed the heart still beating Mia bent down and ripped the beating organ from the chest cavity her tongue felt the beating impulses from the heart Mia placed the heart on the cool floor before taking a bite out of it after she had taken her bite she threw it in front of the dead animal.

Mia looked down seeing the other organs she grabbed the liver and threw it by the carcass before doing the same to the other organs, she had scattered the rabbit's insides around the crime scene 'Let this me a message to trespassers' Mia hissed, Mia began to clean her blood stained paws and muzzle revealing the true color of a beautiful white. After cleaning herself Mia looked at the bloody scene before smiling feeling proud of her work. Mia travelled onwards, as Mia walked she noticed a large willow tree which draped over the bank in to the lake slightly as Mia approached the large beautiful draping willow tree she felt content knowing she had a pack and a place to call home. Mia slowly lay down under the large willow the branches slowly swayed with the gentle breeze, the tree provided cover for Mia as well and keeping her well hidden Mia enjoyed it under the tree as she had beautiful scenery all around her but she could see her surrounding and any approaching victims.

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Out Of Character

Words;; 635
Muse;; Not good =/
Puppet;; Mia
Victim;; Whoever

[`` massacre.]

! massacre !

When you scream,
it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg,
I get all gooey inside

[/i]

Small paws kissed the ground silently as a dappled mutt padded along the border of Loo Swamp. She walked with grace, and held beauty in her presence, but unfortunately, not on the inside (in fact, her personality was quite hideous). But as she swung her slender muzzle toward the darkening sky, her blue eyes illuminated by the moon's silver rays, her thoughts tapped on the cold, glass surface of her past. Searching for a weak spot, she drifted along the smooth crystal, and although all that was under the glass seemed to be darkness, she knew there was something more. Finally, after what had seemed like forever (but in fact was only a few seconds), she had found a crack, and, slipping her fingers in, it abruptly shattered.

But in return, she got what she had wanted. Flashes of her past, of betrayal and blood-shed, clouded her vision. As she watched, fury burned inside of her like a fire, the images feeding the hungry flames and then spilling over. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head angrily as a black tide of rage consumed her. The only thing she could do to burn off her anger was run, so that's what she did.

Tiring, yet still feeling the urge to kill something, and lowering her black nose to the ground, she caught the scent of another dog, as well as the scent of blood. Maybe it was an injured dog? No, the blood didn't smell like dog, rather it smelled of prey, like a rabbit or something. Following the scent, she began to run again, patches of moonlight catching on her luxurious fur, and her vibrant blue eyes glowing with excitement in the spreading darkness.

She suddenly stopped, her paws sliding on the damp ground a few inches, yet she still managed to keep her balance. Pressing her nose to the cold ground once more, she could distinctively scent the two other beings close by. She lifted her slim head, her black ears pricked for a sound, then continued on silently a few more yards. Peering through the trees, she could see an Australian Shepherd of some sort, leaning over a helpless rabbit while practically ripping it to shreds. She watched intensely with interest, knowing that the other dog wouldn't scent her because there was no wind to carry her scent over to her, and the smell of the rabbit's blood would have covered it, anyways. As long as she stayed quiet, the other dog wouldn't notice her.

What an interesting specimen, she thought. A grin spread over her black lips and revealed long, sharp fangs that glistened with saliva. "Let this be a message to trespassers." she heard the Aussie hiss. So I suppose I'm a trespasser, now...how fun, she thought to herself with a smirk placed across her muzzle, replacing the grin that had faded not a minute ago.

As she watched, she began to question whether she should actually kill this dog or not. They needed more dogs like this in this shitty place. So far, the only dogs she had seen were pathetic and weak, and practically dragging themselves about. They didn't even deserve to be classified as a dog, no, they were more like worthless insects. Yet it still didn't help her hunger if she was to not kill the Aussie. She finally concluded that she would watch the other dog's reaction to her, and if she proved worthy enough of staying alive, then she would leave her alone. "Consider yourself lucky, dog, if you are not killed tonight." Massacre whispered, and stepped out into the open...

Word Count: 600...weird. >_>
Muse: Could be a lot better...
Comments: Lame. :/

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[sukie]

Mia's soft fur rested on the cool grass as she was the branches of the willow tree move a slight breeze brought a scent to her nose, it wasn't prey it was more like a mutts. Mia knew the mutt would think she couldn't sense there presence but with the cool breeze she could detect them quickly and easily. Mia continued to lay down as the scent seemed to fade so the mutt wasn't close, As a few minuets past as Mia just looked around her surroundings. Mia's sensitive noise as another gentle breeze brought the scent back but this time stronger so it was getting closer, Mia sighed as she knew a mutt was on her lands 'They never give up' Mia thought, But maybe this dog would be a new addition to Sha'Moore.

Mia's ears twitched to the sound of a whisper "Consider yourself lucky, dog, if you are not killed tonight." Mia turned her head as she noticed a large cream bitch 'In case you haven't noticed I'm a bitch and proud' Mia explained. Mia stood to look at the female who was slightly larger than herself. Mia looked at her taking in her looks and characteristics. Mia thought this bitch would be a good dog for Sha'Moore Mia smirked. Mia stood with pride and showed her dominance over this rouge who came on her lands. Mia liked something about the femme normally she would have enjoyed torturing them. Mia looked at the femme thinking she seems familiar but it would have been impossible wouldn't it.

Mia walked over a little and took a glance at the sky noticing it a full moon, Mia smiled she remembered the times when her and her sister Skye would lay on a high hill just adoring a full moon, the would play around and share gossip, but one night she never met her and since then she never saw her Sister again. Mia showed no emotion but her heart was broken with her sister lost. Mia watched the moon for a little while 'Beautiful sight' Mia whispered so it was hardly audible. Mia missed her sister a lot but she hoped one day she would see her again.

Mia strolled over to the female 'What brought you here?' Mia questioned. Mia lifted her head and closed her eyes as a cool tender breeze blew past Mia, She slowly returned her gaze to the femme as her bright blue orbs shone in the moon lights gaze.

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Out Of Character

Words;; 415
Muse;; Rubbish couldn't be worst
Puppet;; Mia
Comments;; You should join Sha'Moore and Maybe they could be lost friends?, sorry for the poor post didn't have nothing to reply to.

[``SUBdue™]

[Hellion's] filthy paws, caked with mud and grime beat against the grass, absorbing any noise from being detected thanks to the lush bounty of summer blades. Digits splayed widely to distribute her slim weight and thin frame, at the same time revealing slick fur that was stuck with old and fresh blood as well as strings of gore slathered over obsidian talons. Deep olive eyes shined with a malevolent glow as the mid day sun hit them, causing the psychopath to wince. As her body warmed due to the hot temperatures, her insanity ebbed and a growl which started of as low hum slowly rose in octaves until it was rumbling from her chords. As if on command, Reaper her massive raven and protector as well as partner in crime swooped up over her in the skies above, providing her master with a cloak of shadow. Olive globules shot up toward the massive raven, a twisted smirk peeling across a slender, mangled muzzle. "Reaper, my friend. I am so glad I haven't decided to eat you yet."

Her chest shivered as hysterical laughter exploded from her chords and sent her nearly toppling to the side as her hysterics became nothing more than a rough coughing and spitting spell. Olive globes went wide with the thrill it brought her and those paws slapped onto the soil, gashing it as those long, unkempt talons penetrated into it. Purple stripe of fur which stuck up a bit longer than the rest of her coat, mainly due to the years of muck that settled there, bristled making the bitch appear as if she had a Mohawk running down that slightly protruding spine. The sociopath mirthed as she heard Reaper screech down at her and squabble as her master began to weave back and forth like a drunken whore through the 6 foot tall cat tails. "Shush you fool! You are going to scare away our dinner!" Her lips hitched open, revealing tainted gums which held duo rows of tarnished yet very deadly teeth. A soft hiss whispered from her jowls, sounding much like a cross between a growl and a snarl.

She slowly sank closer to the ground, her pitch black fur blending in seamlessly with the dark shoots of the dried cat tails and decaying foliage that bordered the swamp. The bitch looked like a maniacal hell hound stalking its choice of walking flesh, as she eased through the thick vegetation, with her dark angel in tow. Her chaffed nostrils flared heavily, inhaling the stench of her next victim and cupped ears rose to filter in her voice and those words which were suppose to be threatening. It reminded her intimately of her young ward Wraith, the bitch who she watched grow from a wicked terror to an all out demoness who made the masses quake with the very sound of her name. Even though Zy'riah had hated her, she also respected her and even was fond of her like she was of her daughter Lullaby but, only because, they had learned the only way to gain her respect.

She sneered, shaking her skull as her insanity ebbed again, making her her head feel as though it was bobbing up and down on the waves of an ocean. She was getting closer to the lake and Reaper, rose to the skies above, so perfectly trained that she needn't guidance to go and begin circling over the swamp and send feedback to her master who waited in the tall weeds, ready to ambush. Zy'riah waited for Reaper to start cawing, her muscles tensing like springy chords, ready to unleash at a seconds notice. She may have been an elder but, she had years of experience and skill on her side so this was her element and it would be some luck if the bitch she was targeted managed to escape in time. Soon, cawing rang out over the marshlands and with the signal declared, the hellion sprang forward with great speed and barreled for her victim which, so happened to be the smart ass daring to call out a leader of a vicious gang. With mouth agape, duo rows of deadly ivories unveiled and front paws outstretched, the ebon elder sailed toward the smart mouthed fool of a female. With only nano seconds to spare, Zy'riah would land a punishing blow to the female however, it was left to be undetermined as of yet for the elder had not met the flesh of the other quite [yet.]

OOC stuff;
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; not my best post with her. that's what I get for not playing her for a while. ;/
other; she sprang for massacre, just in case of any confusion. xD!
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[`` massacre.]

! massacre !

When you scream,
it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg,
I get all gooey inside

"In case you haven't noticed I'm a bitch and proud.

[/i]" the Aussie replied back to her. Massacre's black lips curled over the pearly-white daggers of her mouth, and her bright blue orbs flashed with amusement as the Aussie presented her pride in her stance and attempted to show dominance over her. Something about her seemed so familiar, so obvious, but she pushed the feeling aside. She didn't know this dog...did she? "What brought you here[/i]?" the Aussie asked.

"Who are you to question me?" Massacre answered with another question, though there was no hint of hostility in her silky voice. "Anyways, I was wandering. Then I scented you, and, well...I noticed how hungry I was." the dappled bitch swiped her ink-stained tongue over the lips upon her slavering jaws and grinned. The cream-and-black mutt was unaware that the bitch before her was a pack leader, and also unaware that these were her lands, but even if she had known, the most likely outcome was that she wouldn't care. She had slaughtered her own pack when she was younger [despite the small amount of members], and she could do it again to another pack just as well. The blood-stained memory still resided in the back of her head, refusing to fade away and wandering the cold depths of her mind like a ghost. The memory was fuzzy, a silhouette, that at times was as clear as an actual object in her reach and other times, didn't even seem to exist anymore. But one way or another her past would come back to claw her in the face, as if mocking her. It was the reason for who she was today, the reason why she had to leave and ended up here, the reason for everything.

The caw of a raven rang in her ears, pulling her back into reality, and as she turned her slim head toward the sound, her blue eyes rested on the black figure of another bitch, only a yard away from her. But, luckily, she leaped back just in time, feeling her opponent's teeth brush her skin as she barely dodged the powerful bite. If she had stood there just a simple second longer, that bite would have done more than just graze her skin. Her head lowered close to the ground and her fur bristling, she bared her razor-sharp teeth at the black mutt that had dared to attack her, the slender body of Massacre trembling with fury. Then, as if nothing had happened, she stood up straight and, shaking imaginary dust from her thick, soft fur, she grinned calmly; yet she still didn't tear her icy gaze from the olive eyes of the foolish bitch before her, for that would show that the black mutt was dominant, which, in at least her mind, she was clearly not. This was also when Massacre realized, with a glance at the Aussie, that Mia was a pack leader.

"Learn to control your pack mates." she growled at Sha'Moore's Queen, her voice quiet with a slight edge of frustration to it [but it was hardly noticeable], although she kept on grinning like some freak or psychopath, which, she obviously was. Anyone could tell with hardly a glance toward her, as it practically radiated off her thin yet powerful body. A look in her eyes and you would immediately and almost instinctively know that Massacre is a dangerous mutt that you would certainly not want to mess with. The insanity that flows through her veins frightens off her fellow kind [although she manages to keep sane most of the time], and she is forced to walk this world alone. However, Massacre doesn't mind it. Walking as a rogue means that you don't have to take orders from anyone, and you are free to do whatever you want. But perhaps the pack life isn't so bad, despite her previous experience.[/blockquote]

Word Count: 649
Muse: Sucks.
Comments: Alright, sounds good Sukie.
I was thinking of entering Massacre in Sha'Moore anyways. ;]

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Mia's ears twitched as she heard the squeal's of a crow, As a small gush of wind allowed her nose to smell a horrid smell of rotting flesh although Mia enjoyed the smell. Mia knew it must be Zy'riah her mentor but she hadn't seen her in a while. Mia Smirked as she had an idea of what is about to happen, As Mia moved back slightly Mia heard a slight russell though it was hardly audible. Mia watched the weeds out of the corner of her eye. Mia's bright orbs turned to the weeds as the large but slim looking Zy'riah lunged for the unsuspecting femme, As Zy'riah's ivories made an aim for the females throat she stepped back with not a minuet to spare, Mia laughed at the attack 'Why couldn't you get your target?' she crackled.

Mia now looked at the bitch who could have been a play toy if she had stood still, Mia emitted a low growl. Mia moved closer towards the bitch there nose nearly touching 'I have a right on Sha'Moore's land' Mia snapped. Mia didn't want to warn to female about the coming blood bath she wanted to see this femme ripped apart. Mia pulled back her lips to reveal her slightly stained crimson teeth, Mia growled and barked at the femme now angered Mia's teeth showing reading to rip the bitch slowly apart. 'You are pathetic, you will become my meal if you don't f*cking stop playing, What do you want?' Mia snarled. Her fur around her scruff on edge with anger Mia wanted to to see the femme yelp in pain at its blood covered Mia.

Mia looked at Zy'riah after not seeing her in a while she didn't change though 'Where have you been?' Mia questioned. Mia looked at the bitch who was still unknown when it seemed a light had switched on inside her head, Mia then heard her comment which angered Mia more 'My pack kill who they want and where they want although I prefer them to torture them' Mia hissed. Mia knew the mighty and blood huger Sha'Moore was going to rise and become leaders of this city and the other packs will cower in there presence. Mia looked the the cream and black bitch 'You saw that rabbit, You'll be the larger version if your not careful' Mia growled. Mia stepped back from the femme after being nose to nose, there still was the opportunity her the loud mouth bitch to be killed.

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Out Of Character

Words;; 419
Muse;; Pathetic
Puppet;; Mia
Comments;; Sorry, guys for the horrible post x.x

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[Hellion's] face twisted into a savage expression as she skimmed by her target, those teeth scraping mere skin and leaving but, scratches onto the young bitch as she had managed to leap out of the way at the last second. Front paws hit the ground, pads skidding across the soft wet grass, back paws coming to land a hair's breath later. In the second her back pads molded to the earth underneath her, she spun around in a flash to face her quarry. Dark ivy orbs sought the young bitch's face, those lips contorting into a maniacal grin, tucking into each corner and wrinkling her hide at each end of her mangled muzzle. Reaper cawed and screeched above her, now riding the soft currents and seeming to hover within the skies. The bitch was doing little to assert her dominance over an elder who had more skill and experience that she had in one fat digit upon her paw. This psychopath had along history of mutilating creatures and a trail of bloody bodies and decaying skeletons to nearly cap off a landfill.

In her days of old before being begged to join a gang, she would roam the city, find a temporary place to call her home and there she would live at her own accord. Not a soul would dare bother her, even if the plot of land she chose belonged to a gang, they new not to tread on the spot she claimed her herself. They knew they'd meet certain death through gory means and that their lifeless bodies would be left to decay on the ground, their blood to soak into the soil and taint it or their shredded corpses would be flung into trees, decorating them like Satan's Christmas tree. Their guts would hang limply from the branches of the dying tree, much like tinsel would drape over the extended branches of that short spruce. Only, when the stench was too much for even the psychopathic elder to bare, she would desert the place but the bloody massacre of a crime scene would remain for all to see; to remind all that the devil's minion had made her hellish hearth there. Some would never enter the place because it was too gory and it would leave them reeling but, most would not because the place would be condemned; sentenced to being off limits for ever more as the sheer horror of it was to much to bear and gossip of deep witchery and dark practices, even to it being forever possessed would spread through the city like wildfire.

The demoness who did all this and more was now holding the stare of the youth, her olive eyes filled with a terrifying glare, filled with turmoil, a deep insanity and evil that was even worse than your darkest of nightmares. A low growl bubbled from her chest and those deadly jaws slowly parted, a hiss whispering from her chords as a very deviant voice followed. "Shut your trap before I rip of of your freaking face and know you are lucky I missed and that you are simply bargaining your time away with the living." Still holding her stare, her lips hitched up to reveal those tarnished gums and to allow the bitch a view into death's trap, where hundreds of souls had met their fate and had long become digested within the hell hounds gut. It would only take a number of agile movements or a simple yet quick maneuver to put the fool's lights out and send her bloody corpse falling to the ground. "Realize that I am no ones master but, a master of my own doing. Not any instruct me and even the dark lord quakes at the mere mention of my name. Back down now or witness the horror that is Satan's nightmare." With sordid smirk and a wink of her eye, just as the bitch advert her gaze to Mia (and by doing so, whether she had meant to or not) she had submitted to the elder and admitted defeat in dominance.

Though, she still blocked the female, her head craned to give an eyeful to Mia, knowing that the fool of a young bitch wouldn't dare try anything especially with Reaper still circling above. "She won't be so lucky next time. None escape me for long." She chuckled lowly at first then as it bubbled into hysterical laughter, her chest shuttered harshly and again the bitch went into a coughing and wheezing spell. Slowly, the hysterics subsided and with it her coughing and wheezing spell and the purple striped elder bitch turned to the young femme just as Mia unloaded her warning onto the bitch, and snapped her jaws at her. "Yes..I bet she would look great hanging off a meat hook with her blood and guts trickling toward the ground. It is much better when they are still alive that way you can watch them slowly die of excruciating pain and maddening exhaustion and listen to their voices go tortured as they scream with agony." Her eyes glinted and lips peeled into a satanic grin as the thought twirled within her mind and her insanity swelled; dying to unleash the true beast [within.]

O.O.C stuff;
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; n/a
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[`` massacre.]

! massacre !

When you scream,
it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg,
I get all gooey inside[/center]

"Yes..I bet she would look great hanging off a meat hook with her blood and guts trickling toward the ground. It is much better when they are still alive that way you can watch them slowly die of excruciating pain and maddening exhaustion and listen to their voices go tortured as they scream with agony." Massacre listened to the elder's idea of trying to frighten the cream and black bitch. It was too bad that she wasn't easily frightened, as nothing scared her, not even death. And yet Zy'riah's sentence still shaped her mouth over two words, though they weren't spoken: too late. Too late, because (at least in Massacre's messed-up mind) she had already died. And although her screams of pain weren't heard before her death, she had been tortured until finally she couldn't take the pain anymore, and had been reborn into the freak that she is today. But enough about the past, as she often finds herself thinking back maybe too much nowadays. Massacre giggled, betraying her vibrant blue orbs that gleamed with fury. "Smart words for a pathetic elder like yourself." she hissed quietly, though she no longer had any intention for a fight. But she knew that the two before her were free to do what they wished, to her irritation, and if they did decide to attack...Nevertheless, she wouldn't go down without a fight, even if it resulted in her death.

Turning to Mia, she grinned. "It isn't a pack and you're not a leader if even your own so-called "pack members" claim they have no master. And what if they choose not to listen to you when you order them to do something, as they are free to do whatever they wish, are they not? Or so this one claims," she growled, motioning toward Zy'riah with her muzzle. "Tell me, my friend, what happens then?" You may be pretty, but you're not so smart, Massacre thought to herself, What a pathetic excuse for a pack. She smirked, eyes flashing like two sapphire jewels. Not waiting for a reply, she leaped onto the low branch of a tree. Her slim body swerved to the right as her paws hit the surface of the thick branch, then the left, but she quickly found her balance and now stood looking down at Mia and Zy'riah with a smirk placed across her muzzle, almost challenging one of them to try and knock her down. Behind her, the moon shone brightly and lit up her dappled fur, and now she truly looked like a goddess. But she was no pure goddess of light, no, more like goddess of death and destruction. Uncontrollable, sadistic, dangerous, beautiful queen of darkness. She rules through fear, and yet, rules no one. Laughter bubbled up inside of her and burst from her throat, causing her to almost fall from the branch. She managed to decrease her uncontrollable laughter into the giggle of some drunken person, however, and regained her balance. She returned her piercing gaze back onto the two not far below her as her giggling died away, and her stomach growled hungrily. She watched them, waiting to see if they would launch an attack, or try to make up a comeback for the words she spoke not sixty seconds ago.

Word Count: 549
Muse: Slowly gaining it back.
Comments: Short post. :/

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Mia growled as the bitch before her down minded her authority, Mia had an uncontrollable urge to attack the bitch before. Mia watched as the bitch seemed to show off leaping high and low, Mia eyes followed before her auds twitched when she heard Zy'riah speak, 'I would much love to see her a hanging a dieing corpse right now' Mia snapped. Mia's body was overcome in anger her hackles raised. Mia walked round the bitch before licking her lips she couldn't help but wonder what this bitches blood tasted like. "I lead this pack, but they are free to kill who they like and when they like, If Zy'riah attacked you now I would say nothing and join in" Mia cautioned and crackled.

Mia looked a the bitch she seemed to feel confident but Mia couldn't careless she got bored of this stupid female and didn't want to waste another second on the bitch. Mia saw a baby rabbit shivering in the undergrowth beside her, Mia must have killed the mother and thought it was best to finish off the baby to, Mia looked over the rabbit and look down at the poor soul, The tiny rabbit looked up at Mia and squealed knowing its time alive was at an end. With a quick glance at the baby rabbit pick pick up the baby but she wasn't careful she allowed her fangs to pierce the rabbits skin releasing a small drop of crimson liquid to hit the cool ground with a silent tap, Mia's ears rang as the baby rabbit let out a glass breaking squeal.

Mia dropped the rabbit by Zy'riah to keep it there or kill it which ever but Mia walked up to the female who thought she was powerful 'What ever happens to that rabbit is what happens to you" Mia warned in a low toned voice before facing Zy'riah and speaking "You decide this bitches faith" Mia smirked.

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Words;; 321
Muse;; Pathetic
Puppet;; Mia
Comments;; Sorry, guys for the horrible post again x.x

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[Hellion's] lips contorted into a grotesquely horrific sneer as she gave the bitch Massacre a long, hard stare. Her battered skull shook slowly from side to side and her eyes lifted to the massive carrion bird floating in the breeze above. "Call me whatever you like, foolish youth. At least, I made it to my ripe age which is the least I can say for you. Whether you care or not is your freaking problem, and only makes you utterly brain dead. Hear me now and remember it bitch--your days are numbered." With her sneer widening, giving the bitch a snaggle toothed grin, the elder simply watched in ill interest as the young fool traipsed up a tree, trying to show off her skills or dominance. She rolled her deep green eyes and chortled loudly, the tone thick with the label she had given unto Massacre, which was nothing more than a petty joke. Let the bitch find out the hard way and trip up by her own naive accord right into some savage creatures path who'd soon enough shred her apart limb for limb than give her a chance to speak. Zy'riah could have very well been that savage monster to do so but, she was growing bored of this one and so left it to be determined another time.

Besides, she was not about to go climbing up the damn tree to teach the pompous ass a lesson. By all means, the psychotic elder could have done it as she preformed such thrilling feats that were more spine tingling than this young meat head was showing off. Her mind recalled the time when she chased a coyote onto an old factory site and cornered the retarded thing on a beam. How fun it had been to start that pendulum swinging so much so that it sent the coyote sailing through the air and rocketing right for a window. How delighted she had been to watch the coyote's twisting body smack into the glass, break it and then enter the building where, she would soon follow after it by sending herself flying through that same window. How tasteful it had been to see the coyote's eyes go wide with the knowledge it would soon smack into the cement ground with a sickening splat and be rendered a corpse upon impact. Her lips quivered in elation as she remembered the final piece to that glorious day when she landed on the coyote's corpse, in a amazing feat to save her own self from injury, and rode on top the thing as it slide across the room on its own sanguine blood.

The memory swirled in her brain making her sneer vanish and be replaced by a devious smirk. Her eyes shot up to the young bitch, Massacre and she flicked one ear before turning her back to her; a sign of totally disrespect and a gesture meaning she was no loner even a thought; nothing more than rain or mud that was simply casted off her body and forgotten. For once, it just was not even worth her trouble and the elder raised her brows at Mia, her ridge of purple fur rising as her words were taken in. "Mia, you sack of trash. Don't even bother with this bag of bones. She belongs with Divertido, that pack of sissy, pecker sniffers." She grinned from cheek corner to cheek corner and dropped her bony rear to the ground, another gesture that she was completely uncaring or unconcerned with Massacre. Hell, the bitch could jump her right now and Zy'riah wouldn't even flinch. She knew types like her--she only wanted the satisfaction of irking them and well, Zy'riah being of no care, was as cold as ever. Mia on the other hand needed to simply shrug off the bitch and stop running her mouth off to her as it only fueled the bitch's fire.

"If the bitch wants to join you so badly, let her come crawling to you." She flashed a toothy grin but, it quickly twisted into something far more morose when Mia suddenly snapped up a baby rabbit, punctured a small hole in its hide big enough so it would be in pain and suffer but, small enough that it would slowly bleed to death, and flung it to Zy'riah's feet. Zy'riah's brows lifted and her olive eyes sparkled, impressed with Mia's skill. However, she still had much to learn; so much to digest from a master that was experienced in all things dark and deviant. Her insanity ebbed as she stared at the screeching rabbit, her eyes glazing over and her mouth slowly going ajar. Like a dinosaur face to face with its stunned prey, she remained motionless, waiting for it to even move a muscle. When that moment came, the predator would snap for it and pluck it up with such lightening fast reflexes, it would barely be seen by her audience. Mia's words were barely audible within this state, almost like someone screaming to her through the water or from underneath the dirt--two scenarios she had actually put many a victim through. Her nostrils flared heavily, her skull moving closer and closer; inching her way toward that [rabbit.]





O.O.C stuff;
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; uhh, lol. I was not sure what to really do because I know she wants to join. So, I left it hanging in order to be fair.

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[`` massacre.]

! massacre !

When you scream,
it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg,
I get all gooey inside

You may think I'm just a foolish weakling, but you haven't seen what I do to insects like you...not yet, anyways, Massacre thought to herself, but otherwise ignoring Zy'riah's insults and her own show of ignorance toward her. She leaped down from the branch swiftly and padded silently up to the two with narrowed eyes. She stopped merely a few feet away from them, as if suddenly realizing something, and cocked her head to the side with an almost confused expression over her face, all of the hostility that once sparked in her glowing eyes, gone. "Did you say...Mia?" she growled quietly. The name seemed so familiar to her. It was as if it was dancing in front of her, laughing and mocking her as she tried to grasp it in her eager claws. And then, seeming to have had enough fun, it launched a surprise attack on her, moving quickly and suddenly slamming into her.

Massacre's blue eyes widened for only a simple moment, before her whole body relaxed and a crooked smile stretched across her sleek muzzle. Sitting down on the damp ground, her gaze settled on Mia calmly. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Mia. I didn't recognize you at first. Remember me?" she smirked. "Does 'Massacre' ring a bell?" Mia and Massacre had been friends, once upon a time. They had been partners in crime, but then something had happened, and they had gone separate ways. She had thought she would never see Mia again, so it was a little bit of a surprise to see her childhood friend standing in front of her. In fact, Massacre was almost glad.

So she has her own pack now...how interesting, she thought. The cream and black bitch raised her sleek muzzle to the brightening sky, closing her eyes as she sat, trying to soak up every last bit of moonlight in every last corner as she let her mind wander over her thoughts. She basked in the last of the silvery light for only a few seconds longer, before lowering her head and turning her piercing gaze out toward the trees wonderingly.

Word Count: 354, I think. :/
Muse: Obviously, not the best.
Comments: Sorry, Sukie and SUBdue, for the lame, short post and the long wait...

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The run began to rise once more as the gentle light gave off a slight comforting heat but Mia preferred it dark and cold but a nice warming in the sun was nice in a while. Mia took at her suppose to be trust worthy parliament Zy'riah, Mia emitted a low growl in annoyance but Mia was still learning from Zy'riah but Mia wouldn't make that mistake again. Mia's auds continued to listen to the psychotic bitch, but looking at the bitch she seemed to hate she thought she knew her there seemed a connection. Mia slowly walked over to the willow tree for a little shade and to think for a moment. Mia's bright orbs watched the gentle bubbles of the swamp, She watched as a few fish came to the surface looking for a quick meal of the bugs which fell in to the water. Mia's glance quickly changed as she saw a rather weird and nasty looking fish a pike? Mia watched as the pike hid before shooting through the water like a bullet through air and grabbed and torn apart the unsuspecting fish. Mia smiled devilishly as she watched the brutal murder.

Mia slowly walked back over to the two females and heard her name called by the bitch Massacre Mia's mind pondered for a moment could this be Massacre from her childhood. Mia looked at her before plucking a past picture from her mind noticing the eye color similar and fur color and pattern. Mia tilted her head and lifted her eye brow before positioning her head to normal and relaxing her eye brow once more Mia smiled 'Massacre from when we was pups?' Mia questioned. Mia looked surprised before turning to Zy'riah 'This is Massacre we used to be close friends as pups on killing sprees' Mia spoke. Mia was overwhelmed that her past friend was in her sights once more. Mia wanted to speak but her mind was empty could this really be her past friend.

Mia looked at the baby rabbit which still laid there 'Zy are you taking that' pointing in the direction of the rabbit which still lay there nearly lifeless. Mia took a quick glance around before laying by the side of the swamp she could smell the fumes of the algae covered water is wasn't pleasant but Mia seemed to enjoy it. Mia lay her head upon her paws keeping an eye on the two bitches near her. Mia wrapped her tail around her body and watched the two bitches to make sure they made no stupid moves and right now she hated Zy'riah slightly.

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Words;; 438
Muse;; 30%
Puppet;; Mia
Victim;; Zy'riah and Massacre

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[Hellion] was far too within her trance that any of their speech was entering her ears as garble. A few time sin he life the elder had gone into this state which was basically the prelude to her next state when she completely blacked out as she went into her deepest mode of insanity. In this state, she was very conscious but, she could barely hear or see anything at all but her other senses were very much heightened; giving her super strength, agility, reflexes, smell and touch. It was within this state, that her very first aggressor had met his death and she awoke hours later to a bloody massacre of a scene, with guts and blood splattered all over the barn and his bones nothing more than a mangled mess of themselves; barely distinguishable from his mauled body that laid in a battered sack of skin, a feeble skeletal structure which held it in some discernible shape and innards. The second time had been when she was bred by Cadillac a very twisted white husky who had taken his desires out on her. Lullaby her one daughter, among two other daughters and one son that she knew of, was a product of that night; the night where she awoke hours later to the beast who attempted to slink off unscathed.

A shame that she had awoke before he could escape and she delivered a few nasty wounds to the male before he hightailed it into the night. Her mind was nothing more than blackness those two times when she was in that deep state but, now as she stared, transfixed on that squealing rabbit and her nostrils flaring she could sense more than she could in that deep, dark state of no return. Their conversation was overheard but on nearly deaf ears, and some of it was caught and made her lips peel into a smirk. So, the bitch Massacre was a friend of Mia's, was she? How delightful. Like I give a frick. She mirthed inwardly as she closed in on the rabbit even more, barely a hair's breath away from it now. So the rabbit is mine now. Not that it wasn't before but now I may dine on my blood and gore. Her lips peeled into a savage grin and suddenly she snapped her muzzle forward and plucked the baby rabbit from the ground.

Her glazed over eyes were foggy as she flicked them over the blood soaked ground and began to shake the rabbit violently from side to side. Blood that had been trickling from the small wound began to fly off the rabbit and splatter over anything in its path. The poor rabbit screeched in horror as its head and body were flung side to side with such brutality. Suddenly, with a loud and sickening snap she broke the rabbits neck. killing it, and then she tossed it straight up into the air. For the few seconds it rose into the air, the monster watched it, her smile showing her delight as she played a gory game with her meal. As it began to sail back down her mouth opened wide, those lips peeled back to reveal duo rows of deadly teeth. As the baby rabbit came within a hair's breath above her opened mouth, she jutted off the ground and caught it within her mouth, snapping it shut violently and then swallowed it whole.

Once within her gullet, she shook herself off and pranced off a bit, as if nothing at had happened, and hunkered down. Still in her trance, she looked on to Mia and Massacre and noticeably her eyes began less and less transfixed and her pupils became focused. She was slowly coming out of her state and back to reality. After a few moments, the bitch came completely too, just in time to hear the last words exchanged between Mia and Massacre. "Oh is that so? Isn't that just adorable. Perhaps, we can all become friends and go on killing sprees, mnnn?" She began to cackle lightly, her head tilting to the side as a insane jack o' lantern grin spread across her mangled muzzle.

Her head tilted even deeper as Mia spoke of the rabbit which made her brows rise and a spark come to her eyes. Had the bitch been so enthralled by coming to meet Massacre again she had missed the fact that she had already devoured the rabbit? "Mia, I already wasted the rabbit. You must learn to discipline yourself. Even 'friends' can not be allowed to take your eyes or mind off of anything, even for a second. I can teach you all of this and more, if you will just let me.....just as I taught my daughter Lullaby, who will be joining Sha'Moore soon." Her smile turned into a wicked one as the last words were said, letting it sink in that Zy'riah was a friend to no one and that she showed loyalty to none, not even her own daughter. Though, if any mutt tried to hurt Mia and especially Lullaby, the elder would rip them limb for limb in without a second thought and so quickly they wouldn't even have time to take their second gulp of air before they met permanent [darkness.]




O.O.C stuff;
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; I know she said the comment about the rabbit last but, since she kind of attacked it long before that I had to insert a reasonable explanation for it. Hope it works for you Sukie.
other; Yay to Mia and Massacre being friends. I love plot twists. As you can tell by my post. xD!

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[`` massacre.]

! massacre !
When you scream,
it sounds like a lullaby
When you beg,
I get all gooey inside

The young rabbit's blood splattered across Massacre's muzzle as Zy'riah shook it violently, as if it was a chew toy. Nevertheless, she quickly dismissed it by swiping her ink-stained tongue over the scarlet drops. The warm blood ignited her taste buds and soothed her throat, however much little of it there was, and reminded her of how hungry she was. Too bad that rabbit had to be wasted on some undeserving, filthy creature, Massacre thought. She blinked her eyes, realizing that she had been staring at the rabbit until Zy'riah had swallowed it whole. Shaking her head, she turned away from the bloody scene with blank, emotionless eyes.

As the olive-eyed bitch spoke, she rolled her own blue eyes and dismissed Zy'riah's words with a flick of her ear. "Mia, I already wasted the rabbit. You must learn to discipline yourself. Even 'friends' can not be allowed to take your eyes or mind off of anything, even for a second. I can teach you all of this and more, if you will just let me.....just as I taught my daughter Lullaby, who will be joining Sha'Moore soon." As Massacre listened to her speak, she had to admit, however much she she thought of the black bitch as an annoyance and however much it irritated her to admit it, that she was a wise elder who could know a thing or two.

She lifted her nose into the air, smelling for any trace of prey on the soft breeze that blew by. As she suspected, there was no scent of anything near, other than the reek of blood on Zy'riah's breath. She then pressed her nose to the damp ground, breathing in sharply for any scent at all. Failing once more, she lifted her head back to it's normal position, deciding she would search for prey later. Why was she still here, anyways? She had no business with this pack, and no longer had a reason to stay. It was good to see Mia again, but honestly, what luck would that bring her? She was alive and well, and led her own pack. So what? It was no big deal, really. As she realized this, she couldn't help but to wonder what was holding her back. That's when she realized that she wanted to join this pack of hers, and as a result her body froze in what seemed to be shock.

But she couldn't admit it. It would seem that Massacre was weak, and needed a pack to help her, which was clearly the wrong idea. If anyone even dared to think that of her, she would rip them apart, and she would do it slowly. She wouldn't care who it was, hell, it could even be her own sister (if she had one...) and she wouldn't give a damn. In fact, she never really feels guilty after her dirty work is done. Accomplished, satisfied, even joyous, sure, but never guilty. They'd be lucky to get a few words out of her, though the best they would get would only be something like, "Too bad. (S)He was kind of fun to have around." and nothing more.

Word Count: 526, I think.
Muse: Okay.
Comments: n/a

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[sukie]

I will be away due to personal reasons so if you two want to carry on the thread then Mia can come back in to the thread later?

I can only pop online with my phone which isn't great so I cannot fully post but I will try sorry guys