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 Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 1:15 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 1:32 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:39 am
Advertising today!
And thanks Kae. ^_^
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:56 am
Advertizing todaaaay!
-punts Tana-
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 3:08 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:27 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 7:28 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 7:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:47 am
Tanakako Advertising today! And thanks Kae. ^_^
Everything is updated!
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:49 am
Kaelyndra Your tinyurl link isn't working, btw.
Everything is updated! Ack, thanks. Fixed now. Not sure why tinyurl.com keeps breaking. >_<
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:51 am
Tanakako Ack, thanks. Fixed now. Not sure why tinyurl.com keeps breaking. >_<
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 9:43 am
Kaelyndra Lmfao. Now it just links to the same image. xDDDDD Me and code don't get along. gonk -hopes its fixed now-
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 10:26 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 11:49 am
I Have Class
Name: Melisande [French form of Millicent]
Owner's Name: Hoshi Lockhart
Prompt Response: [A mix of 1 and 3. So I guess Open?]
It was there. Lying in the grass. It hadn't taken her long to locate it. Even less to smell it as she neared the area. It was a very overwhelming smell, spanning a large distance to reach the white lioness. Like a moth to flame, she was drawn to it. It was intoxicating. And it wasn't the only smell that reached her sensitive nose.
They were older. Weaker. Like the smells of the kill lingering around a lion's mouth after a good feed. The blood long dried, but still there. Nonetheless, the presence of it on the wind sparked her curiosity just the same. She remembered the last time this had entered her nose. It seemed like another lifetime ago. Perhaps it was. Who could really say? The entire thing had happened to a different Melisande. She was a reborn Melisande.
It had been late at night. Hidden in a rock den in the middle of the mound, Melisande had been laying on her side on the ground, bits of feather, fur, and grass beneath her as a bed. A very small bed. She couldn't say it was overly comfortable, but this had been the den of a leopard family. Their smell still clung to the scatter beneath her body, no more than half the size of her own body. It had only been needed to house the cubs while the mother was out gathering food. Outside, there was a flat ledge where she would have rested, watching over her young.
On it now there was no mother leopard. Just a male lion, sitting and looking in at the mouth of the little cave at Melisande. His eyes were focused on her back. She couldn't see him, but she knew that's where they were. Though she didn't think it proper for him to watch, she wasn't in the right state to argue much with him.
Or make it known she didn't trust him at all.
The white lioness had realized too soon his intentions with her weren't chivalrous. Melisande shouldn't have made it known her maternal origins or the special gift it gave her. Craving for any kind of contact as her mother's affections grew scarce, Melisande had clung to the new lion as a potential friend.
What started great was now starting to take on a new light. A new, horrific light.
The business inside the cave's hole had been done quickly. Everything this male had done except woo the lonely lioness had been done quick. Much to the constant annoyance of Melisande, who had the patience of a spider and preferred to wait until the right moment to do everything. But he had rushed through everything like he was being stalked 24/7 for some horrible deed he did in the past.
She should have seen the signs earlier. Clouded by her desires for contact, she had ignored them.
Her mistake now had her inside this hole, the smell of blood becoming stronger as each new life was snuffed out. It was barbaric, but what could she do? He had made certain she was too weak and heavy to do much about it. She could only lie there as the smell got worse.
As the memory was forced out of her mind, Melisande raised her head to the wind, sniffing at the blood smell like she had done before. Against her better judgement, she had grown to enjoy the chaotic smell of all that blood. It wasn't the same as a fresh kill. It was a slaughter of innocents for the pure enjoyment or necessity. She was not sure what reason the male, who had given her such a thrill when amongst chaos, had in what he had done to her. Melisande knew there was a reason. His actions were too calculated. He had been using her to gain access to her Seer abilities, hoping she'd predict either disaster or good fortune in his future that would give him better insight on how to react in his cunning revenge against an old family group.
But that was in the past, she told herself as she lowered her head, her eyes calmly watching the horizons with ice cold pupils. He had been given her gratitude once she got her strength back. A swift lunge at the neck when he wasn't looking. She was happier alone, with no one to distract her. No ties of responsibility. Just her, wandering the lands and create her beloved chaos, both mental and physical.
She wandered now, closer to the source of the bloodshed. For a moment, her icy cold eyes couldn't pick out the source of the fresh blood, until they settled on a slowly breathing form to her right. A little cub, his eyes fluttering closed as he struggled to breath. Melisande tutted, eying the damage done to his young body. It brought the memories back to her internal eyes. Closing her real ones, she banished it back to the depths of her mind where it belonged.
The cub at her feet opened his, pleading with her to help him. To the cub, this was to save him, nurse him back to help. To Melisande, she decided he needed a different kind of saving.
The eyes of the cub grew larger in fear as the white lioness with the hard eyes descended on his neck.
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