[Closed] Alone Would Be Better [Greenie]

[Kitty]

The feeling of fang cutting through flesh and fur was utterly delightful as well as the coppery taste that followed. He clamped his jaws down at that moment, he wanted to hear her scream again, that to had been a sound that delighted his senses. He wanted to hear agony written plainly in ever sound she made.... and if he could get her to cry as well, well, that would be simply euphoric... wouldn't it?

He caught movement from the corner of his eye and let go of her arm in an attempt to move back and away from whatever she had in mind, but she got him ayway... he wasn't fast enough. Between the angle she swiped and the fact that he'd opted to duck before pulling back completely, she landed a decent cut across his face somewhere near his 'eyebrow' and down across his nose, and was rewarded with a gasp and a quick backward scurry where he almost, almost, tripped over his tail. He couldn't ignore something like that and while it made the part of him that was entirely self centered scream with anger and shock, it sobered him up enough to realize this was not going well and he needed to re think some things. Well, really he just needed to think instead of just doing.

Still moving away from her he activated his flight ability and hopped up off the ground in an attempt to make up somewhere near the ceiling so he could think things over. He'd rather do it without getting cut again but.... he wasn't certain what the otter had in mind...

[Greenie]

Saethre snarled as he clamped down even harder--somehow she'd forgotten to remove him in her haste to see his blood--and clamped her mouth down to keep from making even more embarrassing noises. Instead she shoved at him to try to get him to detach his mouth from her arm, and smirked once more as the pain of her scratch seemed to hit him.

Of course, the pain of her arm hit as well, and she looked down, only to become utterly fascinated with the way the crimson droplets were slowly intermingling with the black fur that laid there, and how quickly it matted down..

The otter stared at the rolling drops with unblinking, unmoving eyes, until Morpheus' movement snapped her attention back to him. She tracked his movement with her eyes but quickly realised that he wasn't coming down, at least not yet. Perhaps it was time for a change of tactics.. "No wonder Mia left you after you sexed him up," Saethre started quietly, her voice progressively broadening into a taunt. "It's because your a wimp, a pussy... it was probably pretty lousy."

She shrugged nonchalantly, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the toothy, sadistic grin on her face. "Yeah. If you sex as bad as you fight, it's probably why he's throwing things at the wall right now. Sexual frustration." More grinning. "Yep. Maybe I should find him a replacement.. there was a cute mouse here the other day.." She trailed off, then shrugged again.

[Kitty]

Well, she'd been distracted so he had managed to make his way to the ceiling without another attack, good. He flipped himself upside down and glared down at the stupid little otter, this position also doing a rather nice job of keeping his own blood off his face .... he'd heard facial wounds bled like crazy but this was ridiculous! He took a deep breath as he watched a drop detach from his fur and fall toward the ground, he needed to focus cause obviously going into a blind rage wasn't effective. He had an idea Adan started to turn it over in his mind when she just had to pipe up and take jabs at his ego this time, perfect.

His tail lashed about like an enraged feline's and he narrowed his eyes further at the otter as she continued to taunt him from below. some small part of him was actually embarrassed that his business was officially being broadcast to anyone who was awake and in ear shot, but that was something quickly shoved down and away. He felt silly for countering her but really, he had to. He was pissed off, bleeding and still trying to restrain himself somehow. This.... fucking sucked.

His voice took on a rather chiding tone as he continued to glare at her from above.

If it was bad it was because of him, did he happen to tell you whom it was that ended up dominating the situation? He never said No either, so don't get all high and mighty on me, little girl.

He didn't care that she was older then him, she was acting like one and that's precisely what he'd call her. If she kept this up... well, he'd show her precisely what pain was in his own damned element. Pity it wouldn't translate to this plane, but still.... he'd have a myriad of things to employ against her and whilst she was there she'd feel pain.... if she pressed him, he'd have to take her there.

All he really wanted was to be left alone, damn it.

[Greenie]

Her eyes immediately caught the motion of the falling blood and avidly watched it's trip to the floor, and skittered over to where the drop had landed and stared at it, her head tilted. After a minute of silence from him she looked up, an eyebrow raised. How long was he going to stay up there? Freaking chicken, seriously. Maybe she could throw some more of the glass up there.. but her aim wasn't that good from distances.

The otter took a few steps back so she could see his face instead of just his rump, and was awarded when he finally replied. He dominated? Saethre snickered, utterly amused that he'd even admit that--not to mention it was really far more than she ever wanted to know about her brother. His sex life was none of her business.. except when it made him totally and completely miserable, of course. That made it totally her business.

"I'm hardly being high and mighty," She started somewhat loftily, "I'm telling the truth. You're weak because you won't just fucking attack me, and you're too much of a pussy to try to fix the wrongs you did to my brother!" Though her voice had started at a normal volume it had increased until she was shouting, her front paws instinctively clenching into fists.

[Kitty]

So she liked blood, eh? That was .... different but he could run with that. He edged himself down a bit further before lifting a clawed paw up and, with a single ivory claw, he scraped the length of the cut on his face rather harshly to gather up as much of the crimson fluid as he could fro the cut and the fur surrounding it to give her more pretty little drops to look at.... or get hit in the face with if she didn't move. The action did, indeed, hurt like hell though and he curled his lip back whilst he did it, and it remained curled even as he flicked the rest of the blood off his claw.

He wasn't going to honor her teasing with any more words, and he really wasn't ashamed at all by the facts he'd disclosed. She'd obviously gotten some of them wrong somewhere and he wanted to set the record straight, really. But no, now was time for action, not just thinking. Besides, he had two plans already formulated and ready to go .... no, now was action time.

As soon as he'd scraped the blood off his nose, which had totally ruined any attempt his body had made at coagulating the life fluid and beginning a scab, he deactivated his flight ability once he'd aimed himself for the otter. His body was positioned in a manner that prepared him for impact, whether that be on a nice soft body or the hard floor, that really depended on her.

[Greenie]

Saethre stared, trying to figure out what he was doing with his face. it looked like he was trying to make his wound bigger...? Immediately she was distracted by the visible blood on his claws and paws, and stared at it, despite the movement that normally would have distracted her.

Then he flung the blood. The otter activated her spades speed and was staring at the floor just as it landed, and was moving it around with the web of her paw, fascinated. Almost immediately after she heard a thump just behind her, and her obsession was broken. Sae whirled around with a snarl, the blood forgotten, and launched herself at him, teeth bared. Much to her chagrin she had little in the way of claws and nails like he did--her power was all in her jaw. But maybe she could find one of those shards again..

[Kitty]

He was terribly disappointed when he landed on the floor rather then being able to sink his claws into her, but he wouldn't have much time to dwell on that little disappointment. That hadn't distracted her as long as he'd hoped it would, but he'd swing his hind end toward her, the bite would hurt less there, especially if he could keep her away from his neck. There was just no way in hell that he was going to let her get anywhere near that, that was the first thing Osias had made certain he understood... in his own manner of convincing the weasel hybrid.

Wherever her teeth landed, he wouldn't give her that long long to relish in the fact that she had bitten him. He could, very well, just use his King's ability and disappear and leave her well enough alone.... but that would be proving her point and he wouldn't get the pleasure of exacting any sort of revenge. No, he wasn't going to do that, it was his turn to have his fun.

He pinned his ears back and hissed at the girl, flicking his tail at her to be used as a rather pathetic whip, just a minor distraction really, and then he'd activate his Queen's ability. He hadn't had the opportunity to use it yet, but he knew exactly what the effects would be, and also what it meant he could do. All his muscles loosened up and his form dropped to the floor as he whisked them both away into the otter's mind.

[[ In case I needed it for anything... I got permission.... =3 ]]

[Greenie]

Saethre snarled in satisfaction when the bite hit home, though not where she'd wanted it. Still, more blood was more blood, and who was she to argue against that? Too bad the bite he'd gotten on her arm wasn't deep enough to last.. though anything he did short of ripping limbs off wouldn't be visible through her black fur.

Too bad.

When he flicked his tail at her she tried to grab it, but her body wasn't responding. Sae felt herself falling over and slumping to the ground, but it was as if she was no longer in her body--and then suddenly, she wasn't.

She was in a room.. a cavern? The otter had no idea, but it scared the shit out of her. She whirled around, only to find Morpheus next to her. "What the FUCK did you do to me?" She shrieked, immediately backing up against the nearest wall. No way in hell she was leaving her back unprotected wherever the hell they were!

[Kitty]

Now that, that was much better. This was where he felt more comfortable in situations like this, especially now that it'd come to his attention that he was nowhere near as good at close range combat at his mother was or would have liked him to be. Oh well, after everything was said and done he'd know what he'd really want to focus on... and he'd excel at that. Blood was all well and good and delightful, unless it was his. Damn that otter to hell and back!

But she was... scared? Pfft, he hadn't even done anything yet! Oh well. Now he'd adopt and aggressive pose and move away from her only this time with a bit more purpose, he still had one thing left to test, and maybe he could mind fuck her a bit in the process, yeah? A sadistic, lopsided smirk made it's way to his muzzle as he reached out and into the wall she was leaning against, just further down and away from her, and pulled out something that started out black and wispy before it solidified into a little miniature of the otter herself. This action took next to no thinking, he'd done it before after all, Mia could be thanked for that. He sat up, twisting the little doll around in his claws and watching her all the while.

Nothing yet... but I must say... I was quite right.... you're head is empty.

And with that he'd rip the little otter in his paws right in half and chuck them at her, not to hit her but to make the little torn copy of her land at her paws. Now.... what little toy did he want to pull out of the darkness and use against her? He had a whole arsenal of rather cruel devices at his disposal now.... but what way would his whims take him?

[Greenie]

Sadistic bastard. Obviously he was quite pleased with her reaction to whatever he'd done, wherever they were--and she wanted to just reach out and bitchslap him but didn't want to move. Who knew what would come flying out of here?

"My head?" She questioned, her brow furrowing. "Empty? Is this seriously where we are, in my head?" The otter managed to get out. What she was really wondering was if this was HER head, why wasn't SHE in charge?, but wasn't going to voice that, lest he actually answer. Saethre wasn't sure she actually wanted the answer to that question.

Mind tricks weren't in her bag of goodies.

She stared in horror as he reached into.. the nothing? the wall?.. and pulled out this stuff that his paws moved over, and then bam. It was.. her.

Oh fucking lord that was CREEPY.

The otter just stared as he simply ripped what, to all appearances, seemed to be a doll, and threw the pieces at her paws. Saethre tried to back away from it, what short fur she had raised, but found the wall was much more solid than he had made it look.

***

Dysthymia slammed the door open to his room and stalked out into the living room, where he, very politely (not) kicked one of his brothers awake. He was informed that Saethre had left some time ago, but they weren't sure exactly how long ago, because they'd obviously been asleep.

The ferret was calmer than he'd been before, but was still annoyed, and very much wanted to yell at someone randomly. Originally he was going to use his brothers, but knew he wouldn't get the same argumentative satisfaction from a lump of otter that was mostly asleep as he would an awake lump of otter. So he went out in search of Saethre.

What he found was Saethre and Morpheus seemingly unconcious in the hallway outside the library, with a crapload of broken glass vase, and blood, some in drops and some.. smeared.. rather oddly.

His anger immediately switched focus from wanting to shout at Saethre to wanting to kick the fucking shit out of Morpheus. "What the BLOODY HELL did you do to my sister?!" He shouted down at the weasel's unmoving body, and was awarded with... dead silence.

It's what he got for talking to a body, he supposed: not much.

It was readily apparent to Dysthymia that they had been fighting (Go Saethre! Kick some weasel ass!) and the much-higher-ranked boy had pulled a power out of his butthole that enabled him to mess with her mind somehow.

He wasn't sure exactly what--Morpheus had been mildly intelligent and hadn't shared all of his abilities with Mia--but he would find out. First, for something reflective... the vase was glass, and sharp glass at that, but it had too much plaster and whatever for him to get a reflection off of. He did remember, though, a transparent piece of pottery just down the next hallway..

The ferret took off at a run.