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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 25, 2010 12:00:45 GMT -5
The pain hit the woman like a ton of bricks. She screamed bloody murder as soon as she felt the effect of the pain ability. She grabbed for her ear, trying to shelter it from the pain. Of course that did absolutely nothing, and made her more prone to the blow of the claws across her shoulders.
Lythero rose, walking past the screaming woman trying to defend herself from the feline. It would be any minute now that the cook would walk out of the kitchen, and possibly more people. Though from what he could tell this was a poorly staffed place, and they didn't seem to get that many customers at this time of day.
The cook came through the door with wide eyed terror, holding a spatula. He almost jumped back when he saw the squirrel walking towards him. For some odd reason... she was rather adorable wasn't she?
"What's going on here?" he said, still on guard as the squirrel slowly took hold of the spatula. "What are you--"
Lythero wasn't going to waste time. In a quick motion he kneed the Highlander in the groin, causing him to crumbled rather pathetically. Cracking his knuckles the Tulgey grabbed the Highlander by his short and tight mane, dragging him out from behind the counter. "Now that we have a matching set," he paused to drop the man. This body really was a pain. "Should we make them suffer equally or should we just have a little fun?"
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Post by Lucca on Jan 25, 2010 14:58:54 GMT -5
Nellwyn purred loudly in pleasure as her claws sunk in and she smelled the wonderful, coppery taste of blood. The world narrowed and she was aware of little else around her, all she could see being the screaming woman under her paws...she put a paw firmly down on her neck and put out the claws just enough to prick the skin and make it bleed, but not enough to do any real damage...yet.
Her ears flicked at the noise of someone else, and she turned and hissed, pupils narrowed to slits, making her look savage...like she truly had just come out of the deepest reaches of the wood. But Lythero's words and actions made th purring start again, louder this time. "Sadly, I can only use my pain ability once per day...so we'll just have to make the cook suffer the old fashioned way unless you have a useful ability," the Feline replied, looking at Lythero happily.
She let go of the woman for the moment, though of course she was going to let her pain ability rack her for the entire duration it could, and turned to the man, grinning. "Are you the one who made the lovely soup? It was scrumptious. Pity it couldn't really save your sad excuse for a cafe," she said, voice lilting strangely. "I'm sorry~ but we're going to have to punish you too~" She didn't sound particularly sorry.
Nor did she waste any time on digging her claws into his side, hard, instinctively going for a spot between his ribs that should really hurt, but still not do any vital damage. She looked back at Lythero, instinctively waiting for further orders from her. After all, she was a Queen and Nell respected her enough to listen as long as there was wonderful, delicious blood and pain involved.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 25, 2010 20:12:34 GMT -5
The woman ended up whimpering rather pitifully when the cat pulled away. She clutched her wounds desperately trying to stop the blood from flowing. And her ear...she knew it wasn't coming off, but it still hurt like hell. She glanced towards the door. Maybe she could crawl and get help while they were busy with the chief?
Lythero watched with amusement clear on his face as the feline worked. Oh she was such an absolutely fascinating find. A proper Tulgey with proper hatred for Outsiders. She didn't hesitate in the slightest. He tilted his head curiously as she spoke to the chief and then promptly got him in the ribs.
It sent a happy chill up the squirrel's spine. "Perhaps you should have a little fun with the gentlemen while I take care of your lady friend." The squirrel glanced over to the crawling woman with a sigh. Of course she was trying to escape without being noticed. It didn't take much effort for him to cross the room and slam his foot into the woman's spine.
He glanced at the spatula he was still holding. Maybe he could put it to good use. It was rather... sharp. He slammed the implement down on the back of the woman's neck, causing her to scream. And he had managed to make a rather nice cut. Of course it wasn't deep enough to kill her....
"How long does your pain ability last?" he asked with a smile.
The poor cook was still curled into a ball, now gasping for air as he looked at the woman in sheer horror. "P-please just let us go!" he choked out.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 25, 2010 22:16:13 GMT -5
Nellwyn's fluffy ears shifted, catching the sounds of movement and the whimpers of pain moving off...but she wasn't worried. She doubted the woman could move very quickly, and she knew she and Lythero had this fully under control. She grinned at him, showing all her teeth as she was told to have 'a little fun'. Oh, she was already having a lot of fun! She leaned down to laugh in the man's ear, raking her other claws down his side...slowly. It would cause so much more delicious pain and agony if she did it slowly.
She looked up at the question, giving him another fanged smirk. "Three minutes exactly," she purred, and then she turned back to her prey. She threw back her head and laughed, loudly this time, as he begged for mercy. They -always- begged for mercy here, pathetic, weak fools that they were! And those who begged for mercy would never get it except from those too weak to kill anyway.
She lifted her paw off his neck slightly, and circled him, tail twitching, eyes never leaving his face. "Silly man," she taunted in her lilting voice again. "If you were ever in the Wood, you would know..." She moved closer, suddenly and with a quick motion, pinning him down again. "There's no such thing as a second chance."
With one swift motion, her claws would dig into his right wrist, (his dominant, she'd assume, since it was the one holding the spatula earlier), and keep going...trying to find muscle and bone and skin, trying to rend and break and tear...breath held in anticipation of the lovely screams he was going to make...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 25, 2010 22:39:11 GMT -5
Agony was like music to his ears. He listened as the feline tortured her victim. It was such a beautiful display he could have almost cried. Of course, he was far too busy having a little fun of his own to take the time to cry.
He ran his fingers over the back of the woman's neck before flipping over over. She gasped with pain and terror as he slammed his foot into her stomach. That would be enough to make sure she didn't try to crawl away again. Happily he made his way over to the table, taking one of the dinner knives out of the neatly wrapped silverware. He didn't waste time in straddling the woman and pinning her hands over head head with one hand.
"The one thing good about you Highlanders," he whispered, "Is that blood shows up so well on your coats." He slowly ran the knife along her neck, not drawing blood the first time. He watched the woman's utter horror. And he would lightly trace it again, and again as she struggled against the pain of her ear. Each time he would get closer to drawing blood, and when he finally did the bright red welled up from her neck as she gasped for air. Pswh. It had even been three minutes.
The cook was terrified. With the bating torture he attempted to rise, only to be slammed against the ground again. As soon as the Mrs. White dug her claws into him wailed. A sound almost too high pitch to hear. Begging wasn't going to get him out of this mess, clearly. And now the woman was tearing apart his dominate hand. Suits. Someone make it stop. "No! No Please! I'll give you--" he broke off into another blood curdling scream as he watched his wrist practically pull apart.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 26, 2010 8:43:40 GMT -5
And she wasn't disappointed. Nellwyn fairly shivered with delight at all the wonderful noises, the wonderful tortured cries of pain from both her own victem and Lythero's. She agreed, of course...the red staining that white and gold was a beautiful sight, and one she always relished. Privately, of course, she would sometimes pretend it was her brother's coat she was staining red...but no, those were thoughts for another time and place. Here, she would just enjoy the screams.
His words flowed over her like water, like blood; she'd already shown him anything he said was worthless, and so she didn't even acknowledge the meaning of them. They wwre just another sound added to the music of fear and pain filling the room. Grinning and laughing and purring, Nellwyn removed her bloody, messy paw from the man's now ruined wrist...and proceeded to lick the blood off it, watching him out of half-lidded eyes...
The Feline's other paw would begin to slowly shred the skin on his side, more blood painting that brilliant white fur...he wasn't going to get out of this alive, she knew. Him or the stupid waitress.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 26, 2010 22:49:38 GMT -5
Lythero had a brilliant idea. One that he simply had to act on. His motions were fluid as he put his hands on either side of the woman's head and abruptly twisted it at an awkward angle. There was an loud pop before the woman even had time to scream or gasp in shock.
It took quite a bit of effort to drag the dead weight to the wall. He picked off the various tacky picture frames, discarding them with a dissatisfied toss. Once the wall was properly bare he dipped one of his fingers into the open wound on the woman's neck.
And then he started writing on the wall. Yes. He was writing with blood on the wall, a wicked smile on his face.
The cook was crying and begging for mercy, even if he knew it wasn't going to come as the woman was shredding him. He just wanted the paint to stop, and when he heard the snap of his co-worker's neck he cried out louder than before.
But he didn't last much longer than that. When he looked through tear filled eyes to see the woman with her head hanging back at an awkward angle it was enough to completely overwhelm his senses. He promptly passed out.
When Lythero was finished with his painstaking art project, the wall read in lovely red letters "Lythero has returned."
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Post by Lucca on Jan 26, 2010 23:32:20 GMT -5
The snap of the woman's neck made Nellwyn shiver with pleasure, her purring escalating in volume and her shredding subconsciously getting harder, turning into kneading, only with sharper inward motions of her claws. She frowned, though, as the cook passed out. Pity, she really was enjoying playing with him. With a hard sigh she moved her claw in one swift motion and slit the unconscious man's throat. He'd bleed out long before he woke up.
She made a pouty face, like a small child who was told they couldn't have any more ice cream. But the expression vanished as she saw what Lythero was doing, her pupils growing dark as a low purr rumbled up again. Stepping over the body that was spurting blood, shaking her paws a bit, she moved closer. "I love what you've done with the place," she purred, moving up beside Lythero. She probably looked quite a sight, long white fur all covered with red. So much wonderful red.
She looked up again at the message, still purring her approval (writing in blood--how inspired! And it looked far better than the cafe's tacky decor)...she suddenly paused, an odd look coming over her. Her face split into a strange, knowing smile, her whiskers perking forward curiously as she turned to look at Lythero, as if seeing her....him...? For the first time.
"You're -really- Lythero, aren't you?" Her voice was amazed, and held a tremor of excitement. She'd always loved reading about the Tulgey Queens in the War...always admired them...and now, one stood reincarnated in the flesh.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 30, 2010 23:27:02 GMT -5
Lythero couldn't help but laugh at her compliment. It sounded far more high pitched than he wanted it to be. Stupid squirrel body. He smiled down at her, his tail fluffing out behind him.
He bowed slightly, his smile widening. "Well, as a matter of fact I am. This isn't exactly my ideal body... but this is what I got stuck with. I think you can understand what the mage is for." He rolled his eyes briefly as he returned to his full, terribly small, height. He really did hope that could eventually get fixed. Even if he had to go through a mountain of bodies to find a solution, he was going to at least be more intimidating than a fluffy squirrel.
"I think we should get going from this lovely establishment before the evening rush. We wouldn't want to be caught covered in blood."
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Post by Lucca on Jan 31, 2010 12:28:20 GMT -5
Nellwyn nodded, the curiosity that plagued all Felines flaring up in her as she wondered how Lythero, the terrible and mighty Wolf, had come to be reincarnated as a female Squirrel, of all things! Her large fluffy tail, about the only part of her that was mostly clear of blood, flicking side to side. "I certainly can...and if you need my help with anything, you know you can always ask," Nell promised, dark eyes bright with respect and admiration. It was just too bad that she'd never had a chance to really develop any Tulgey magic of her own in her years in the Wood. Not that she would know how to change someone's breed, at any rate, since she imagined that was a magic beyond even most Queens to perform.
"But of course...I don't really need to be...seen here. It is, after all, not yet time," she said cryptically, hinting at her chains again, her ties that kept her hear in the Highlands until she was sure she could break free of them. She started for the exit, graceful and confident and still a bit light headed from the wonderful rush that the killing of that useless Highland fool had been.
"We should find somewhere to wash off, as much as I'll miss all this lovely red," she purred lowly as she stepped out again into the sunshine, knowing that Lythero would be right beside her.
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