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Post by petzisme on Aug 29, 2007 23:15:19 GMT -5
The one marked "Master" by her mother's womb grinned slyly as the first batch of her returned assault took better than planned. It left an odd, yet familiar sensation in her mas as a clump of coal strands tickled the roof of her mouth for a few seconds, followed by a quick release. An instant later, the youth was rewarded with another mouthful of Torquehelm flesh and it pleased her to feel the warm, thin limb clutched almost endearingly between her jaws. She nipped it with an unusually ginger touch given her current predicament and let her tongue roll along the underside until her victim recouperated and she had to abandon her post before a massive weight split her spine.
Her cheeks pulled back once more, but the snarl left her and was replaced by a teasing sort of grin and an arch of her brows, making her looks some what amused, though still angry and focused. She put a sway in her hips as she dodged the flurry of swats coming her way. Some of them probably would have caught her square in the ankles, chest or rear too if it wasn't for the other's bulk and the way the hair constricted around those forelimbs. She hadn't noticed it before, due to her counterpart being curled up in a tree, but now, as they fought, the little one became very aware of how those gorgeous violet tresses actully bound her to herself. On any other occasion, she might have found it interesting and kind of ironic, but now was not the time. Another set of pearly whites came her way and she only just made it out of the way in time, the breeze created from the blow billowing through her pelt and ringing in her ears. Careful, Aroha. She means business! The fox said to herself.
Turning back around again with feminine grace, she peered into those deep purple eyes and could feel the vehemence radiating from them. The psycho was shouting at her again and she growled in rebellion. I did NOT! She said indignantly. Why kill the prey when you can play with it?. Her voice was like a low wail of a sax at the moment as she let the response roll of her tongue like fine wine, though never got the time to savor it. Her prey was tripping up and she saw her window of opportunity. Not sparing a moment to loose, the Villa dame darted in to the ring once more and leaped up into the air like she was about ready to break through iced over snow in search of a hidden prize. This woman was big, but she wasn't THAT big. If her aim was right, she should land on top of her oppontent with a fist full of claws and a strong snap to the side of the neck. Of course, the hair might be a problem, but she didn't think of that until after she was already off the ground.
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Post by ivchameleon on Aug 31, 2007 17:02:09 GMT -5
Now laying on her back, Haret felt completely defenseless. She had no time between her fall and the latest attack to get up or even roll over to save herself. Down she was to stay. Lifting her paws above her face to protect herself, she attempted a rabbit kick to the stomach of her opponent but missed. OOMPH! She was pinned now, with claws and everything. Scratched and now a hurt(perhaps not too bad physically, but egotistically was a different story), Haret's eyes flashed different colors for a moment before returning to their original somber and cool purple hue.
"I..." she stuttered, looking up at her captor. It was as if Aroha's attack to her had caused her to snap out of whatever rage she had suddenly suffered from. A regular Jekyll and Hyde, this one. "You..." A frown touched her facial features. "Wait... You..." The frown was quickly replaced with an expression of severe depression. Her eyes closed and she looked away from Aroha, body falling limp beneath the other's figure. This switch in behavoir would probably leave Aroha wondering whether Haret had an off-button or not, and might have her searching for it before long. A button like that would certainly be useful from time to time. Yes, indeed.
"Just do it." she said softly in a whimper, accepting her defeat. She was at the mercy of the vixen now, and if Aroha wanted to kill her, she could without even thinking about it. Haret would not resist her.
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Post by petzisme on Aug 31, 2007 23:15:43 GMT -5
By some lucky twist of fate, the cliffside female found aim to be more accurate than anticipated. The dark wine color of her pawpads sank almost pleasantly beneath violet locks until her claws could catch hold on the jet black coat hiddened within. It was soft and gentle, if only for a split second, then the rest of her weight found her and she slid a fair pressure onto the fallen creature with a muffled thud!
They tussled for a few moments, then her jaws found the tender flesh at the Torquehelm's jaw and she growled deep in her throat in a warning fashion. The heat of the moment had someone crossed paths in her head and she found the anger blending into something else. Her nearly damaged pride was salvaged, but now she found something else taking control. At this close range, the other canine's scent hung heavily in her nostrils. She could do nothing but breathe it in, causing her to shudder briefly. There was just something about that aroma that tickled her fancy. Without realizing it, her paws began to knead, though the claws were still pressing forebodingly into soft patches of chest and shoulders. Perhaps the female would mistake it as a threat. Perhaps.
Still, Aroha expected some kind of motion from her foe, but she seemed to have just given up. It took a little, but weak words slowly echoed from the larger paw in short, broken patterns that left the fox more confused then before they were uttered. What was she trying to say? Me what? Wait... She waited paitently, trapped in the mess of purple hair and the heavy paws folded in tangled knots on either side of her. Her blue eyes blinked inquistively, but she hadn't a clue what was going on now. One moment the woman was just being snippy, the next she was attacking her and now she was acting unusually calm and downtrodden. What had happened? Did she know defeat when she saw it? Aroha could not be sure.
"Just do it." It was filled with anguish. For some reason, these three words hit the vixen like a brick wall. Just do it? Her mind repeated shakily. She wants me to kill her. The knowledge came at her like an epiphany and she found her jaws slacking a second later. Now that she thought about it, she wasn't really upset anymore. All the anger had drained out of her and was replaced with concern. She didn't even have a second to relish her triumph. It didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that SHE went from trying to help her partner, to making her feel worse. This didn't stick well for her and she longed to make the black and white one feel better.
No. She said simply, in a soft, but firm voice. She had no intentions of murdering anyone tonight. The crowds, the noise and the city faded completely from her mind. The only thing that mattered now was her and her new companion. I'm sorry. Her voice continued as she withdrew her sharp claws from the sensitive regions and rested them tentatively along a sleak upper chest. Her body lowered and she peered down, attempting to look into those large, hurtfilled eyes. Hesitantly, she lowered her had and placed a long, slow lick along the side of her black maw. Then she slipped her head back more to nuzzle through the hair into her neck cutely. Should the mutt wish to attack her again, so be it, for the neon purple one would fight no more.
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Post by The Jenn on Sept 1, 2007 20:42:10 GMT -5
Petzi and Gen both receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by ivchameleon on Sept 2, 2007 21:22:07 GMT -5
Defeated and having no purpose left for being here, Haret whimpered and tried to get up. But considering the vixen was still on top of her, that proved to be a little difficult. So instead of struggle, she just laid there at the mercy of captor. After being told that she would not have her life taken, she seemed a little wary but still submissive to a fault. Her switch personality was shining right now.
"What?" An apology slipped from the mouth of her previous opponent, and then it was followed soon after with a gentle nuzzle. Unable to bear it any longer, she looked up at the fox and questioned her. "C-c-can I... Leave n-n-ow...?"
Haret was really ready to go home now. She had respect for the fellow canine for sparing her life, but wanted to run away now. Far, far away. She felt like nothing was going right for her, and maybe if she was lucky she'd be running home and fall into a deep, endless pit. And just fall forever. And cease to exist.
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Post by petzisme on Sept 2, 2007 21:49:14 GMT -5
The black one seemed puzzled, for she had a conflicted look in her broken eye as she lay, tense, beneath the smaller female. Was it the purple one's actions that did it? Was it her simple statement that the defeated one would not be dying by Aroha's paws tonight? Or maybe it was just the entire situation in general? Reflecting back for a second, the youth realized just how odd and rather eventful the past hour had been for her. She had been part of the city crowd on a mission for some silver cleaner and a few coils of wire to make facets to her latest achievement, then decided to curl underneath the trees for a lovely break only to find herself in a quick squabble and was now being looked at with blank, confused eyes.
Those eyes made her heart twinge. She winced internally, as if feeling a piece the woman's inner pain for herself, though she surmised that Torquehelmer would never speak of them. "What... Can I go now?" She stuttered with apprehension, adding another twist to her already plucked heartstrings. Aroha hated making others upset, even though her own lettering implied otherwise, and the emotion was neccesary on some occasions when particularly adventurous partners assumed a little too much of her. Usually, she left them breathless, naive and confused, but this was different. This was a downtrodden, lingering agony that disturbed her.
"Oh... yes." She replied in a rare falter. Her eyes scanned the grass quickly, deviating from her scattered mind before she collected the pieces back together and slid off the larger one with ease. Though not intentional this time around, her entire underside managed to brush along the females shoulder as she strattled her for a second, then pawed off to the left in leggy steps, fluffy plume cleaning up her path and ending with a slow flick against a burnt cheek. "Goodbye." It sounded sweet, but inside she felt it was hollow.
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Post by ivchameleon on Sept 2, 2007 22:33:33 GMT -5
Getting up now after being pinned down for what felt like an eternity, Haret rose to her feet and stretched a little apprehensively. With a heave of a sigh she looked over at the other and shook her head, then turned away to leave.
She tucked her tail up under her belly just to the point that the fur was touching her underside. Walking away very downtrodden at first, she ambled along her path with a hunch in her back and a great discomfort now in her forelegs. Her jaw also hurt a bit, from all that snapping and fighting. It was all very exhausting, and Haret was confused from her outburst. Just one more reason why she would be better off dead. She wouldn't be so out of control. In fact, she wouldn't be there to need control.
As she left the city with nothing to show for herself except a few scratches and aches, she headed back to Torquehelm with the visions of the purple vixen swirling through her head.
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