Deeper than they a[p]pear [Please Archive]

[petzisme]

For Genesis and her Haret^^
edit: This is an official, moderated fight. Jenn will be the observer.



It was a lovely afternoon. The sun shone brightly down from the sky and effectively made the topmost corner of every object and living thing several tints lighter. From the myriad of buildings, to the leaves in the square and the flowers blossoming between them, nothing was missed. Sandy cobble stones radiated with summer's heat as the people above the bustled along, going about their own business. The gentle clacks could be heard as each step was made, whether by foot, hoof or paw. Everyone seemed absorbed in their own personal vendettas, for they paid no mind to other City goers as they raced down side streets, hustled inbetween carts and bursted through doorways.

Holding up to that stigma, one individual lounged gingerly beneath the shade of some dogwoods in the city square. Her violet fur was ablaze with sunlight. At first glance, one might not even see anything other than that color set uniformly across her distintively petite and feminine form due to the feriocity of the glow, even when beneath the tree bows. Upon closer inspection, thin lines woud appear in fluorescent pink and turquoise blue. They formed cursive words, imprinted across her body like she was some sort of naturally born graffiti board.

Deep blue eyes glanced downwards at tiny paws idly, before blinking closed in a rather feline-like manner, despite her canine figure. She seemed perfectly content to stretch out in the hot air, though taking some momentary respite from the overhanging leaves. The bodies swirling past her were ignored, as was the noise and bustle they created. Later, she would set to work on her newest masterpiece, but for right now it was far to hot to do much of anything but rest. Once the ground cooled in the twilight, then she would get back to business.

[ivchameleon]

Haret had been missed, even though the canine beneath the tree she was perched in was very talented in multi-tasking and watching her entire surroundings. It was there that the obsidian and indigo-maned femme could be found, hanging out right above the other's head. She was up in the tree for various reasons, one of which being the fact that she hated her life and wished to end it. However, as it was known, dogs could not climb trees very well and she had to settle for the lowest hanging branch available. As stupid as it sounded, Haret was going to try to commit suicide from four feet off the ground. But there was one problem. That other canine.

Trying to think of a way to get her to move without revealing herself, she sat very still and silent. Her ears twitched beneath their captor, the locks of hair that wound themselves like boa constrictors around her forelegs. They were the reason she was up here, why she wanted to end her life so abruptly. Her hair had impaired her from the moment she was born, causing her to be a hunchbacked outcast of her own right, and making her walk funny with her head always pointed down to the ground.

Nothing had come to her yet as for a solution to rid of the annoyance beneath her suicide tree, so with a roll of her eyes and a hmmph, she sighed heavily and swished her tail off the branch. "Nice weather." she said sarcastically, looking out at the vast brightness before her.

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Long tendrils of purple expanded outwards like thin fingers reaching out into the surroundings and grasping for the nearist blade of grass or pebble. They groped in vain for a second or two, but seemed to strain too far and collapsed back in on themselves, only to recouperate for several seconds just to start the whole process over again. Each expand corresponded with a deep inhale the canine took and when the pressure mounded, the resulting depression at her chest forced the breath back out of her nostrils. Though a breeze billowed through her heavy pelt, the stifling factor that came with it was slowly lolling her to sleep. It wouldn't be anything near fitfull, but a little daytime nap couldn't hurt, either.

At least, that was where the little female was headed until she heard something rustle above, followed by dry speech. "Nice weather." Pointed ears perked up immediately to the sound, though it took a few moments for the rest of her to follow. She blinked slowly, the brightness surrounding her already burning her eyes, even though they were only closed for some ten minutes. They squeezed shut to protect themselves, but she coaxed them open several times more until everything came into focus. The first thing she saw was brown, for she was curled cutely around the tree trunk with her one paw sprawled out in front, while the other tucked beneath her chin. She smiled faintly. Why is it that whenever you ignore the rest of the world, part of it always seems to find you? She wondered, but did not seem upset or annoyed by that fact. It was just simply the way it would be.

With a languid roll, the Villa en Miirian swiveled her head backwards to peer up at the speaker, her tail twitching slowly in the grass. A large, ebony form greated her ocean blue eyes almost instantly. Her companion sat among the lower branches and practically swallowed all the light above her, leaving the fox in the cool shade she produced. Her head tilted as she observed the figure, noticing her long violet locks and how the weaved through her darker fur. Of course, the cliff dweller did not know that hair actually bound the other and limited her movements... all she saw was tangles.

She grinned, the tips of her fangs peaking out through her lips as she rolled completely onto her back in one fluid motion that some how extentuated her petite curves. Written in large strawberry letters across her belly was one simple word "Lover." "Oh yes, simply sultry." Came the soft voice. It echoed out of her maw as if each syllable was produced by an Indian flute... pleasant, musical and alluring. If one was not watching her, they might actually believe her words her joyful and took the dark female seriously, but her eyes twinkled with innocent mischief, if that was even possible.

[ivchameleon]

Haret groaned and rolled her eyes almost miserably at the brightly colored and script-covered female who exposed her belly to the warmth of the day. A feeling of complete desire just to fall over 'accidentally' out of the tree washed over her and she shuddered in response to the thought. This other one was in the way, and she needed her to leave or something. Otherwise, Haret wasn't going to get very far in her attempt of suicide today. As it seemed, every time she tried.

Recounting the times she had tried to kill herself already going awry, she grunted and laid her head down on the large branch of the very old tree she perched in. There was that one time she tried to convince one of the local birds to just slash her throat, and then there was the other time she found a broken bottle along the side of the road and decided that she would slit her wrists. That didn't get very well. In fact, the only thing she ended up cutting was her tongue, considering her paws did no good to use as hands.

Staring down at the other female angrily now at her failed attempts, almost blaming her for her problems, she huffed and wondered how on earth these other creatures could stand to live happily in the sun and the daylight without feeling burned and out of place. Give her a dark, damp day in Torquehelm and she would be pleased. Well, as pleased as she could be considering her intentions of wanting to kill herself.

Determined to do something about her current situation, she thumped her tail against the tree trunk and peered down snakishly at the purple femme. "Do you think you could... Move?"

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The purple one lounged beneath the old tree completely exposed for several long moments. Her limbs huged adorably on either side of her chest and rump, leaving the the single word engraved upon her belly in full few upon a violet backdrop. Various other fuchsia "Lover"s were etched along her back, tail, snout and one forelimb; however, the pink marks were not alone. More scripture appeared upon her lithe physique in a deep azure, the same color as her eyes, in fact, only a different word was written in nature's embryonic ink. As she glanced up at the Torquehelm curiously, the blue word could be seen quite clearly, for it was literally written on her forehead. From left to right, it read "Master".

Cheek tufts draped down her shoulder blades from her current position, until she apparantly decided to roll the rest of the way over on a whim. When her paws were beneath her again, the little femme pressed upwards daintily and twisted around to face her companion once more in liquid motion. She swayed her tail with every step she made and the gentle rock seemed to run up along her entire body, effectively gyrating her hips and arching her back in the process. A moment after she turned, her body continued to propel forwards leisurely, with those thin paws stretching skyward on the trunk delicately, like a cat wondering whether or not they wanted to scratch their scratching post. The female's question did not escape her acute ears, nor the tone behind them as she set a soft, concerned look on her face and smile warmly towards the larger one. "Of course, Miss," The Eight of Clubs answered musically. "Mind if I join you?"

Her voice was sweet and inviting as she only waited a second before leaning back and leaping onto one of the thin, low hanging branches. She waved sensually once all four paws caught on the tree in order to catch her balance, then pivoted along the branch and tip toed along it artfully. Having been raised in the Villa, the vixen was use to walking along thin craggs and wandering across precarious footing; a tree was no different. Within no time flat, the female was perched innocently on the branches just above her counterpart. She smiled adorably upon seeing the white wings along the the other's back, set in sharp relief against her otherwise charcoal body. "Torquehelm, I presume?" She questioned, though with a tone that suggested the other need not answer if she did not wish it so.

[ivchameleon]

Haret glared down at the pink and blue scribbled-on vixen, wondering if she licked her if the markings would taste like wax. A true victim of what appeared to be a driveby crayon. It made her almost sick, those perky little colors prancing around like a sly little cat. Eyes narrowed now to almost mere slits of purple, she watched as the other stretched and then jumped up into the tree with her. Sitting just one branch above her, Haret envied the fact that the other could jump so high. Whereas, she had to almost throw herself up all at once just to make it to where she had.

In the midst of all the bustle, Haret decided to leave a guilty mark right on this new obnoxious one's complex. Without even considering what might happen afterward, Haret released her grip around the branch where she was lounging, and fell directly to her left side toward the ground. Plummeting for only a mere second, her heavy body made a THUD on the ground as it contacted the grass, and she laid there woozily for what seemed forever.

As if the fall had done anything to affect her, Haret groaned and rolled over like she was hurt in some morbid form. Peeking up just a little lightheaded after making SURE to land on her shoulder(although that backfired and she hit her head too), she kept a close watch on the violet fox that had been so agile and quick to join her in the tree. It didn't make her feel bad enough that she could barely make it up to where she had, but then the fox had to go and out-jump her and make it look friggen easy. She had had enough. Time for payback. Although, the fox had no idea what she was getting into.

Or did she...?

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Hyacinth colored eyes focus on the large canine, settled rather awkwardly on the mocha limb beneath it. For such a massive, black creature, she looked completely out of place on among the tree boughs. It did not matter how thick the branch was, nor how long it hung. This place was definitely not fitting for such bulk. That being said, it did not come as much of a surprise to the smaller female when her counterpart clambered cumbersomely along her perch. Some animals just didn't belong in the trees. Unfortunately, the that did not mean the youth wished for what happened next. Purple eyes narrowed up at her for some unknown reason, causing the vixen to feel the chill just before the other made some sort of motion with one paw, lost her footing, and plummeted the short distance to the grasses below. It all happened so fast, she could hardly process anything at all until the loud thud echoed in her ears.

Instantly, the Villa resident clutched her own branch tightly as the entire section of their choosen tree shook from the heavy fall. Her body pitched, but she dropped close to the limb until it settled, then glanced over her shoulder in a wide arch, concern etched onto her delicate features. The expression was geniune as her eyes scanned the sooty pelt, hoping to find the clumsy one acquired no injuries. Sadly, that seemed like it was not to be. She struggled on the ground and moaned miserbly, a sound akin to some sort of dying rabbit in the jaws of its prey. Everyone's heard it before. That long, drawn out whine that makes the capture either want to let the prey go immediately or to put the sucker out of it's misery before his eardrums burst.

The fox was almost positive such a short drop could cause any more pain than a few scratches, but apparently she was wrong. Either that, or this female had REALLY low tolerance to pain, which she also found doubtful considering from where she hailed. Instead of asking the obvious question and getting another snarky reply from the aggitated one, the graffiti-girl leapt down from her branch pristinely and paced around her in a completely circle until she reached those purple eyes. Her own blue ones asked the question for her in silence, while her nose inched forward to brush between the other's ears in warm affection.

[ivchameleon]

Laying on the ground with a splitting ache in her head, Haret's ears felt like they were bleeding as she was approached again by the brightly colored spasm of a canine. Throbbing like there would be no tomorrow, the ebony, indigo, and alabaster femme lashed out in anger. She had known it was her own fault that she had fallen, but all in the same accord, had this stranger not jumped into the tree she would not have plummeted to her certain death.

In a flash of pearly white teeth and cunning, Haret made a move to bite the other's snout with precision. Not able to see straight, however, she missed the first time and had to reel back for another go at it. This time she managed to roll into an almost human sitting position, forelegs up in the air so as to allow her head to move freely. She looked ridiculous, but that did not stop her from trying to attack the female that had caused her an almost accidental death.

In all actuality, the other foxy one should have known better than to stick her face close to that of another's, regardless of what the circumstances were. Those from Torquehelm especially were none too kind and very quick to judge. Or at least, Haret and her family had been. A snarl escaped her throat as she continued to take blind attacks out on the femme in front of her, tail whipping the air as she tried to keep herself balanced before she fell over again.

Actions always did speak louder than words.

[petzisme]

Perhaps affection wasn't the best emotion to bestow on such an angry creature, however small the gesture. All she was trying to do was to figure out what was wrong with her and to express her concern. Apparently, empathy was hardly something this girl could appreciate. The fox barely pressed her violet leather onto the base of thick matching locks before the haunched figure twisted around viciously and snapped at her face. Even for such an agile being, she hardly registered the serpentine movement until she her the clash of teeth cut through the air inches from her snouth, accompanied by a burst of wind. A second later, the deep rumble seemed to shake the earth as her clumsy comrade growled warningly and slithered up onto her hind legs to take another shot at her.

The vixen flicked her ears back insteadly in a shocked expression, wondering the hell it was that she did wrong, as she watched the canine rear back and take another shot at her like some kind of venomous snake. She snarled back in turn, instantly skipping backwards on her heels to just marginally avoid the next strike. What was this chick's problem?! There she was, minding her own fucking business underneath the trees to catch a nice, afternoon nap when this bitch felt the need to enter it. The whole city was surging by, going about their daily rituals and not even one child cared to glance towards the large, fallen dog other than to chuckle and continue on. None cared to wonder or offer assistance. It was too time consuming. And here she was, offering her help even after the girl rudely commanded her to get up out of her comfortable position so she could promptly fall out of the damn tree, and then started to attack her ass. Perhaps she should be greatful the clumsy lard even had the courtesy not to fall on her. How wonderful.

But why in the Queen's name is she snapping at me?! Saphirre eyes narrow aggitatedly as their owner darted backwards in an attempt to escape subsequent blows. Speed and agility were on her side, but the other female had sheer mass, anger and volume. There was only so much space in the citadel before the grass ended and she would be thrust back into bustling masses once more. It would be an easy get away, but some part of her didn't want to run. It would be a stab to her pride, let alone... this entire situation tickled some part of her and made her curious towards the outcome. A white fang managed to slide through the fine tendrils of her tail and yank hard as the lean female pivoted to get behind her attacker, forcing a yelp out of her jaws and her eyes to narrow even more. Oh. Now. It. Was. ON.

Quickly she doubled back and clicked her teeth to match the challenge, hackles rising and lips pulling back into a snarl. She dashed off to one side and made a move to catch fur along the Torquehelm's large hip before twisting around wildly and going for the tender flesh of a thin ear caught beneath a mess of purple. She used her size to her advantage, picking a large target and going for it noticably, only to switch half way through in hopes of catching her opponent by surprise. She didn't really want to hurt the other female, but hell if she was going to let someone attack her without fighting back. Plus, now her tail hurt, damnet.

[ivchameleon]

Almost as though she had released some inner beast, Haret thrashed around wildly and attempted to euthanize the vixen. In all of her swinging around and lashing of her short tail, she managed to wear herself out faster than she expected. Usually she was too lazy to fight, but the bitch had caused her to fall out of her tree! As far as she was concerned, this was a fight to the death or until someone said "mommy" and went running for it.

Eyes glowed deep purple hues that seemed to change in the sunlight and she growled viciously at her opponent and watched as the other danced around her with great agility. Severely annoyed at the ways this femme could move, Haret stopped for just a brief moment to try to catch herself but it landed her in trouble. First a bite to her hip, followed by one to her ear. What. The. Hell.

Massively outraged she almost bellowed a roar as she thrust herself into the general direction of the fox. Screw this. Pin her down, rip out of jugular. But this task would prove more tedious than she imagined at first. The sly one was quick and moved easily on her paws, which gave a great disability to Haret since her forelegs were really of no use to her and moreso got in the way than anything else.

Untrimmed claws unleashed themselves as she attempted a pounce on the fox, trying to catch at least some of her within her grasp to gain the upperhand. It was no good though, her legs were just bound too tightly to her body by her hair to have been any benefit to her at this point. She took another snap at the bush of a tail, still tasting a few strands of fur in her mouth from the first time. Her size did indeed help but it slowed her down immensely, and so even if she could have crushed her opponent it would have taken her a long time to have caught her in the first place.

"YOU." she roared. "TRIED TO KILL ME."

As if she hadn't tried to do away with herself many times before, she felt a little challenged to the fact. Many prior failed attempts at suicide had left her bitter and a little stubborn, and a tearful nagging pained her chest as she continued to swipe madly at the little violet fox. Murder... Murderer... NO. SUICIDE. Yes, suicide. If anyone had the more right to take her life, it was herself. Not some strange little priss from god-knows-where jumping into trees and then sticking her muzzle where it didn't belong. She was going to kill herself, not by the way of this mongrel.

It was then, caught in her thoughts, that she stumbled during one of her attempts to behead the fluffball when she took a wrong turn and landed on flat on her back. Crap. CRAP. Vulnerable. WTF.