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Post by ׃all»OUt on Aug 26, 2009 21:47:04 GMT -5
Painted paws swept across the dust, the flicks of dirt sprawling in the air around. The tan patched dog moved quickly, the figure slipped away into darkness around the run down concrete wall. Icy blue eyes shined in the darkness, the piercing eyes searching for something. The something came quickly; another figure entered the picture, its white fur visible in the moonlight shining through the small window up above splitting the room into two. The white pelt’s eyes stared at her, his eyes filled with hate and evil; the tan patched bitch smirked, her head held high. ”Do you have it?” Her lyrics flowed out, her menacing stare piercing right through the white pelted dog. What she wanted was information… information of Mia, the leader of Sha’Moore. ’Yes, I have it… but first what I want.’ His husky lyrics replied, the bitch’s smirk disappeared instantly and her upper lip curled up in a snarl. ”We never made a deal with that.” She growled, her lyrics toned with anger. The white dog smirked, his dark brown eyes pierced through her eyes, making her feel see through.
”Well if I remember correctly, I said to you clearly, no and instead you can choose what you want except that.” Anger swelled up inside her, ready to attack him, biting a fatal wound to the neck and watching him suffer while slowly dying. The thoughts swirled in her mind, smiling, images so reassuring to her. The white dog smirked, seeing he hit a weakness and walked slowly into the moonlight. ’Oh, but I want it so badly.’ His husky lyrics disgusted her, everything about her made her want to jump off a cliff but what he had was special and he wasn’t going to tell her until he was satisfied. His white figure moved in a gentlemen manner, his paws stomping on the ground and his dominate face appeared. His white fur grazed against her shoulder, his muzzle skimming her rump and his tongue hanging out at the satisfaction of her in heat. Her blue eyes watched him move, when she felt his muzzle against her rump, her fur bristled, her wither hairs standing on end like spikes. Her paws moved around, her jaws opening, the white teeth glistening in the moonlight.
Blood spilled on the floor, drop by drop. The bitch’s white teeth planted themselves in the white dog’s muzzle, his skull low to the ground, his tail between his legs. This image sort of satisfied her, him suffering from the wound that she still held on to, his figure down like a little puppy being taught not to beg or play somewhere. Satisfaction. She wanted more of it. So much until she couldn’t get enough. Her blue eyes pierced toward the white dog, her jaws squeezing harder, the white figure squealed, suffering the pain and struggling around. His whining satisfied her… for now. Her jaws squeezed one last time until the white dog plopped down, admitting defeat. Her jaws parted and let go of the filthy white hound. ”Let’s get back to what I want and then we’ll see if you get what you want or not.” The bitch barked, a growl moved in at the end. Her blue eyes pierced towards the white dog who stared back. Even though his muzzle was bloody, a deep wound seen from this distance, he smirked at this. ’Deal.’ He barked back. ”Good. ‘Cause I know what you want.” She smirked back, her painted muzzle lifting, showing her bloody teeth. ’Oh do you? Then what is it?” He teased, trying to flirt and not succeeding. ”Me.”
[ time passes so fast ]
Her blue eyes filled with satisfaction. She had received with what she wanted and go full satisfaction from suffering white dog. A whine pierced through the air, her white teeth planted in his neck, it wasn’t fatal but it would be when she feeds him to the rats. The blood dripped on the floor, the wooden floor was soaked in blood; and where there wasn’t blood; there was bloody paw prints scattered everywhere. After the information was given to her, she quickly made sure the evidence of this was killed which was the one who got it… the white mutt who loved her so much that really he wanted to rape her. The white dog struggled on the ground, the wounds opening more and more as he strangled himself; his energy grew weak and so she bit into his scruff, tugging on it and letting more blood spill out. Blood spilled as the body was dragged, the tan patched bitch tugged him into another room, exhaustion came over her and she panted for a moment, but she trotted out of the room. Out of the room, she could hear wails, pleads for help and cries from the room. That room was called the rat room and the reason because that was the room where rats ruled, it was the origin of all rats, those blood thirsty creatures would nip and eat anything that entered that room.
”Now, now. Play nice, blood thirsty rats.” She smirked, hearing his cries continue until silence took over. He was dead. This bitch was truly evil, blood thirsty, no mercy for others and one day she would kill her own mother when she found her, she would. But from the sounds of it, her mother was in Sha’Moore. Oh how lucky she is if she was, so much luck, scoring double points. Her figure moved, going back to the blood stained room, she jumped on the boxes stacked up, getting to the top and looking out the window. The moon was full and up high in the sky, looking down she could see a busy street, lights flicking on and off and the hawthorne laboratory. That was where the Sha’Moore headquarters were and where tomorrow she would be going. Her blue eyes stared as she saw small figures moving about below and she smirked. ”Oh Mia, you will have such a surprise.” Her lyrics danced around, she was going to take Sha’Moore from her, she was going to win, and she would stand up after the fight and chase her down, made sure she is out of here. Her figure laid down, her head on her paws and closed her blue eyes, letting her battling Mia dreams start.
[ the night so lovely, it goes by so fast ]
Morning sunrays woke her up, her blue eyes waking from the darkness. It was probably midday and quickly she stretched and jumped off the boxes. She slipped away out of the building and started heading to where she wanted to go. Last night, she had such amazing dreams, Mia becoming a kiss up so that she wouldn’t be killed. Such satisfying dreams. But today was the real deal, she would take Sha’Moore, she would lead that gang and she would make sure she did. After she might just go around, see if the rumors of her mother wear true and go see her cousin, Syndrome. Ugh. How much she wanted to kill him too, they went together like oil and water, like an older brother and a younger sister. Well they just didn’t get along. Finally she was at her destination and she looked around, smirking ad wandering around. Nothing showed, this didn’t irritate her because she knew where they were, just wanting to play dumb for now. Her paws trotted toward where she knew they usually hanged and when she was about three yards she stopped, ”Oh Mia, Mia. Where are you.” Her lyrics called out, a bit teasing sang out, she smirked. Trotting around the corner hoping to find Mia hanging there.
w o r d s. 1284
t a g. Sukie with Mia only
n o t e s. imagination wandered off a bit, if something sounds retarded, ignore it XD |
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Post by ``SUBdue™ on Aug 30, 2009 18:33:19 GMT -5
Just interupting this with a note on how I will be judging this fight as I think its fair to let the two players know to a point what I am looking for. Aka, I am sure, may have a different set of things she looks for but, I wanted to get my bit in now.
1. I will be judging on description(quality over quantity, though as the sites states nothing less than 300 words in my mind a challenge post should exceed this by far).
2. I will judge on posts being concise and clear.
3. Hits and how they land and the logical thought behind them and the physcial ability to deliver them(as in if the move is actually physically capable to render).
4. moding--if I see any I will call you on it and you will loose points for it.
5. If I feel one of the foes is physically(and/or by logic/common sense) unable to continue by a certain blow and or result of many blows over time, I will call the fight, as this is not to the death.
6. Timing--this is really at the start. Reply to a challenge must be made within decent limits. As in don't post a week later unless you have a viable reason..not "oh, I didn't see the post" or "I forgot about it" (since fallOUT posted this challenge on the 26th that means Sept. 2nd). Replies afterwards should be timely as well. If I feel a reply is taking too long, I will call the fight(to me too long is a week, UNLESS you have an emergency).
Now that is said and done..I will allow Aka to modify my post and say her peace below. :]
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Post by sukie on Aug 31, 2009 9:04:30 GMT -5
Post coming today [/blockquote] |
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Post by ``SUBdue™ on Aug 31, 2009 10:32:14 GMT -5
Well, in light of the fact that sadly Sukie had had to leave OTV, Lullaby wins by default. fallOUT, you may now make your hierarchy, joining, and other gang threads of importance within Sha'Moore. Challenge now closed.
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