Post by Kitty on Apr 29, 2008 18:56:06 GMT -5
Um.... Morpheus stepped up and demanded I write him a fic and well... I did XD It very much takes place after he attains his bipedal form, and it does get a little violent toward the end, so just a warning. Enjoy! =3
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He idly ran claw tipped fingers through messy, emerald tresses as he all but ignored the silly ramblings of his most recent conquest. The feline was quite a striking example of his region, especially since he wasn't generally inclined to try and pick up on Corvies .... they were to much trouble and their coats were far to dark for his liking but this one, well, this one had caught his eye. His coat was rather luxurious and thick, about medium length, shined with health and had quite glorious lemon yellow markings painted throughout and he had eyes and whiskers to match, and the K on his chest wasn't anything that pushed him away either, even if he was a club. Really, Morpheus didn't care, the other male just looked delicious and he'd gotten him rather easily really. It was amazing what a little charm could do, or, really, makes others do. There was something amiss though, as there always was, and he was growing steadily more annoyed with the feline. He was... surprisingly stupid for one of his realm and his ramblings were terribly dull and self centered and lacking any flare at all.
He slipped into quiet contemplation and, as the hand that had previously been toying with his own hair was stilled and dropped, the other moved up to run his fingers through the fur of the feline's cheek and he was awarded with a deep, rumbling purr and a few seconds of silence. He mulled over his life so far and how his ... hobbies were terribly lacking in anything of true substance, they were empty and, while they achieved a short term euphoria, in the end partaking in them left him colder then he was before. No matter how many he claimed, tortured or murdered there was still a great and growing void that demanded to be filled, was screaming to be filled and nothing he did made it's edges any softer. In fact, it was growing and becoming a greater burden and he secretly feared it would become something that was all consuming and he rather liked being coherent and calm. He enjoyed being himself and he didn't want to lose the person he was. Perfection was, after all, in the eye of the beholder and he was so close he could taste it. He didn't want that to change, but at the same time he knew somewhere along the line he'd need to.... even if it was just slightly. He wasn't generally one to compromise and he truly detested this thought. Actually, the whole string of ideas he had now were rather detestable and it was effecting his already mildly sour mood.
He fondled the feline's whiskers gently before his movements quickly changed and he grabbed one and tugged, yanking it from the cat's cheek and pulling forward a distressed and confused hiss from the man. The Corvistowne native reached up and rubbed his cheek, scowling at the weasel mix next to him as he grumbled some form of query to a bed partner who was very much not paying attention to him. In fact his eyes had glazed over ever so slightly as he twirled the whisker between two fingers and continued to think, to muse to ponder. When he spoke his voice was distant and quiet and it seemed almost as if he were talking to the whisker rather then the cat himself.
What reasons do you have to wake to the dawning of a new day?
His fingers ceased their movements and he became completely still and quiet save for the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed and waited for a response. The cat, however, wasn't quite sure if he should answer or not and had turned his gaze to his present lovers face with an arched brow. He watched him a moment before green eyes rolled to the side to meet the feline's yellow ones and, with a voice that held a definite undertone of nostalgia, he gave a short, simple prodding... he wanted an answer.
Well?
The King wasn't able to think of anything swiftly and he scrambled for a proper answer, especially after he watched a frown creep across the Lowlander's muzzle. He was suddenly afraid, and he wasn't sure exactly why he felt this way and his heartbeat quickened. Those eyes, they held so many hints of things that were buried deep inside Morpheus' mind and quite a few of these little teasing snippets unnerved the feline to a very high degree, but he answered anyway.
Well, I rise because that is what one must do when greeted by a new day, yeah? I do what I have to from day to day... I don't... really know exactly why.
Well that was terribly disappointing and he let out a sigh that displayed his displeasure rather openly. He wasn't entirely certain what kind of answer he'd hoped for but that definitely wasn't it. He rolled onto his side, simultaneously placing a hand on the King's chest and pushing him back against the softness that was the feline's own mattress, pinning him there but covering his intentions rather well with a coating of Diamond charm and a smile to match. He curled his neck, bringing himself almost nose to nose with the pleasantly surprised man as green locks moved forward to mingle with the other's whiskers. His tail curled up and the tip twitched a bit as he curled his fingers, pressing ivory claws down against the other male's skin. He didn't care at all that the other man couldn't hear his thoughts, or what would ultimately pull the following words from his lips, but he would utter them to himself as he moved his other hand up along the man's ribs, then his chest and then along the side of his neck, the feline purring all the while.
Well then... there must be sense to make, in toys that break ...
He didn't allow the Corvie enough time to get more then an inkling that he had something dark and unpleasant in mind as he pulled himself atop the feline and gripped his throat, pressing sharp claw tips into the skin above one of the males carotids gently, a warning that if he moved there would be nothing keeping him from sinking them fully into the major vessel and letting him bleed to death. A lopsided yet wicked grin crept over his muzzle as he ran his cheek along the cat's and whispered a few meaningless and cruel nothings into his ear as he tightened the grip he had o the man with both his hands, causing him to tremble a bit below him. He spoke once more, his voice beyond wistful and almost as if he were dreaming whilst he was awake, however it seemed old and forlorn at the same time. It was a rather hollow, strange sound that wasn't aimed at the feline at all, he was talking to himself.
Time will not heal a dead man's wounds, time can only kill.
And that is precisely what he did, he tightened his grip considerably, and swiftly, on the felines neck and pierced the artery with his claws as he pulled down, cutting a groove along the side of his neck, and down the vessel, with those sharpened nails of his. The man only now began to fight as blood flowed freely from the wound on his neck, but it would all be in vain for as he struggled the weasel-rat lost his patience and thrust his hand forward, sinking claw tipped fingers further into his neck. He watched as the Corvistowne feline choked and shook beneath him and coughed up a bit of blood before it trickled from the corners of his mouth and his form stilled.
He sighed deeply, retracting his fingers and part of his hand from his victims throat and wiped the blood off onto the sheets before he rose and moved through the feline's home to wash up and depart. His death had been just as disappointing as his answer had been and, while it was a small step toward ridding the world of it's mass amount of idiots, it was yet another hollow victory for him. Once he'd gathered his clothing and made himself look as good as when he'd arrived he left the scene behind him and wandered off into the black of night quiet, cold and contemplating.
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He idly ran claw tipped fingers through messy, emerald tresses as he all but ignored the silly ramblings of his most recent conquest. The feline was quite a striking example of his region, especially since he wasn't generally inclined to try and pick up on Corvies .... they were to much trouble and their coats were far to dark for his liking but this one, well, this one had caught his eye. His coat was rather luxurious and thick, about medium length, shined with health and had quite glorious lemon yellow markings painted throughout and he had eyes and whiskers to match, and the K on his chest wasn't anything that pushed him away either, even if he was a club. Really, Morpheus didn't care, the other male just looked delicious and he'd gotten him rather easily really. It was amazing what a little charm could do, or, really, makes others do. There was something amiss though, as there always was, and he was growing steadily more annoyed with the feline. He was... surprisingly stupid for one of his realm and his ramblings were terribly dull and self centered and lacking any flare at all.
He slipped into quiet contemplation and, as the hand that had previously been toying with his own hair was stilled and dropped, the other moved up to run his fingers through the fur of the feline's cheek and he was awarded with a deep, rumbling purr and a few seconds of silence. He mulled over his life so far and how his ... hobbies were terribly lacking in anything of true substance, they were empty and, while they achieved a short term euphoria, in the end partaking in them left him colder then he was before. No matter how many he claimed, tortured or murdered there was still a great and growing void that demanded to be filled, was screaming to be filled and nothing he did made it's edges any softer. In fact, it was growing and becoming a greater burden and he secretly feared it would become something that was all consuming and he rather liked being coherent and calm. He enjoyed being himself and he didn't want to lose the person he was. Perfection was, after all, in the eye of the beholder and he was so close he could taste it. He didn't want that to change, but at the same time he knew somewhere along the line he'd need to.... even if it was just slightly. He wasn't generally one to compromise and he truly detested this thought. Actually, the whole string of ideas he had now were rather detestable and it was effecting his already mildly sour mood.
He fondled the feline's whiskers gently before his movements quickly changed and he grabbed one and tugged, yanking it from the cat's cheek and pulling forward a distressed and confused hiss from the man. The Corvistowne native reached up and rubbed his cheek, scowling at the weasel mix next to him as he grumbled some form of query to a bed partner who was very much not paying attention to him. In fact his eyes had glazed over ever so slightly as he twirled the whisker between two fingers and continued to think, to muse to ponder. When he spoke his voice was distant and quiet and it seemed almost as if he were talking to the whisker rather then the cat himself.
What reasons do you have to wake to the dawning of a new day?
His fingers ceased their movements and he became completely still and quiet save for the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed and waited for a response. The cat, however, wasn't quite sure if he should answer or not and had turned his gaze to his present lovers face with an arched brow. He watched him a moment before green eyes rolled to the side to meet the feline's yellow ones and, with a voice that held a definite undertone of nostalgia, he gave a short, simple prodding... he wanted an answer.
Well?
The King wasn't able to think of anything swiftly and he scrambled for a proper answer, especially after he watched a frown creep across the Lowlander's muzzle. He was suddenly afraid, and he wasn't sure exactly why he felt this way and his heartbeat quickened. Those eyes, they held so many hints of things that were buried deep inside Morpheus' mind and quite a few of these little teasing snippets unnerved the feline to a very high degree, but he answered anyway.
Well, I rise because that is what one must do when greeted by a new day, yeah? I do what I have to from day to day... I don't... really know exactly why.
Well that was terribly disappointing and he let out a sigh that displayed his displeasure rather openly. He wasn't entirely certain what kind of answer he'd hoped for but that definitely wasn't it. He rolled onto his side, simultaneously placing a hand on the King's chest and pushing him back against the softness that was the feline's own mattress, pinning him there but covering his intentions rather well with a coating of Diamond charm and a smile to match. He curled his neck, bringing himself almost nose to nose with the pleasantly surprised man as green locks moved forward to mingle with the other's whiskers. His tail curled up and the tip twitched a bit as he curled his fingers, pressing ivory claws down against the other male's skin. He didn't care at all that the other man couldn't hear his thoughts, or what would ultimately pull the following words from his lips, but he would utter them to himself as he moved his other hand up along the man's ribs, then his chest and then along the side of his neck, the feline purring all the while.
Well then... there must be sense to make, in toys that break ...
He didn't allow the Corvie enough time to get more then an inkling that he had something dark and unpleasant in mind as he pulled himself atop the feline and gripped his throat, pressing sharp claw tips into the skin above one of the males carotids gently, a warning that if he moved there would be nothing keeping him from sinking them fully into the major vessel and letting him bleed to death. A lopsided yet wicked grin crept over his muzzle as he ran his cheek along the cat's and whispered a few meaningless and cruel nothings into his ear as he tightened the grip he had o the man with both his hands, causing him to tremble a bit below him. He spoke once more, his voice beyond wistful and almost as if he were dreaming whilst he was awake, however it seemed old and forlorn at the same time. It was a rather hollow, strange sound that wasn't aimed at the feline at all, he was talking to himself.
Time will not heal a dead man's wounds, time can only kill.
And that is precisely what he did, he tightened his grip considerably, and swiftly, on the felines neck and pierced the artery with his claws as he pulled down, cutting a groove along the side of his neck, and down the vessel, with those sharpened nails of his. The man only now began to fight as blood flowed freely from the wound on his neck, but it would all be in vain for as he struggled the weasel-rat lost his patience and thrust his hand forward, sinking claw tipped fingers further into his neck. He watched as the Corvistowne feline choked and shook beneath him and coughed up a bit of blood before it trickled from the corners of his mouth and his form stilled.
He sighed deeply, retracting his fingers and part of his hand from his victims throat and wiped the blood off onto the sheets before he rose and moved through the feline's home to wash up and depart. His death had been just as disappointing as his answer had been and, while it was a small step toward ridding the world of it's mass amount of idiots, it was yet another hollow victory for him. Once he'd gathered his clothing and made himself look as good as when he'd arrived he left the scene behind him and wandered off into the black of night quiet, cold and contemplating.
