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A Macabre Masterpiece

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Tiny Tyrant

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The crow belong to her now. It had picked the carcass clean of it's meat as she allowed it to do and she took the bones, hiding them in a hollow for her collection. The ebon corvid had followed and at first she thought it meant to make a meal out of her. She quickly realized that she had gained a companion by way of dominating it. It was a small satisfaction. If she could do that with birds, she could do it with anyone.

“Laudna," She called out the name she'd bestowed upon the feathered creature, tilting her head back to gaze upon the avian as it perched in a nearby tree. “I'm terribly bored...go and hunt. Bring me back what you find. I want to watch you pick it apart." The crow swooped out of the tree and off into the faewilds as instructed. Lark stared after the disappearance of dark feathers, grinning as she imagined the muscle and sinew being ripped from the skeleton of whatever prey animal her pet chose.

Perhaps today it would be a mouse...or a vole? She was hoping it was something she had not yet seen before. While she waited, she dug up the bones she already had, stacking them in piles or arranging them to create horridly deformed beasts that only lived in nightmares. It was an enjoyable activity to Lark...like creating her own puzzle, a macabre masterpiece that she was proud to call her own.


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"The familiar taste of poison."
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2023, 09:33 AM by Larkspur.)
07-24-2023, 09:32 AM
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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
flap-flap, a crow flew just over his head. it descended from a tree somewhere near. indigo eyes squinted for a moment as the male sniffed, assessing the air before identifying the smell of estranged lily; a disgusting smell, really. momentarily scrunching his nose, vadim involuntarily tasted the odd perfume. soon exhaling with harsher force and snorting as if hoping to clean himself of it.
midday approached it's death; light dying out and fading into the dawning night, finding vadim under it. he had been here for only a short while, refraining in the shade. happy to have time alone for the day, and more than excited to pester new company by the nighttime.
hitching himself upwards from his current lay, vadim's large body began to move. tracking the scent he smelt before while his eyes skimmed the flowering terrain ahead-, his gaze loose & expectant.
moments pass when he finally does discover the source of the peculiar perfume. he approached from it's far left, his blue eyes watching and hearing the clinks of bone. it's a mere pup, dressed in earthen hues. a young thing out here all alone? Vadim gathers closer now, taking slow steps to emerge from the darker thickets that housed him. "That's fucking gross. And weird." he came to pause directly aside it, on their left. towering with ease as he shot his shameful stare down at the babe. "Out here alone, girl?" his face hard and stoic, with the linger of disgust.

@Larkspur

"I talk" 'I think'

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07-27-2023, 06:36 PM
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Tiny Tyrant

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She slid one more tiny bone in place into the work of art she'd created, lifting herself to her paws to review what she's constructed. Her tail wagged behind her, clearly taking pride in her work. It was then that she heard movement within the undergrowth, her ears flicking forward, alert to catch the sound all the while critiquing her morbid monstrosity.

A looming, dark figure dared to obstruct even an inch of sunlight upon Lark's little craft. She glanced over, but otherwise paid him no mind, until he spoke aloud. ‘Gross...weird’ were the descriptors that this older brute decided to plainly let his tongue waggle with wasted breath. A grin that had spread across her maw only widened at what she was going to take as compliments.

When he asked her if she was alone, there was a long pause. The child lifted her face, tilting her head back ever so slightly as peered up into deep indigo eyes that they nearly shared together. "I'm not alone...I have my crow, Laudna, and I have Nightstalker here..." She gave a nod to the beast of bone, pointing at it with her nose. "And they are always watching..." Lark responded eerily, her gaze drifting about the edges of the clearing they sat in. As she looked about, it seemed that she was almost peering between the trees and branches at something lingering.


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"The familiar taste of poison."
07-27-2023, 08:52 PM
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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
A dispassionate thing-, neglecting him almost, as he saw the child glance then turn away. an independent little one, seemingly unafraid. Enticed, vadim sat. his large shoulders slacking some as he poised himself on the ground. while still, the night advanced.
"So you're alone," he said flatly, dismissing the child's babbles. Nearly all of what it said was irrelevant to Vadim. stupid even, as he looked with a raised brow to mimic false concern. "And who's your daddy? Some hard ass with money?" he inquired with a slight tilt of his crown. Vadim contemplated whilst looking into her eyes, if kidnapping her would be worth his time. Perhaps this was a royal child, with rich parents. someone would pay for her safe return right?
"You like bones? Call the bird back, lets eat it together..," he beckoned, lying to her. Slightly, he dipped his head before sneering, "I let you keep the bones." The brute then grinned with cavernous teeth that clicked.
His long tail came to hug his paws as he watched the puppy with a questionable glare. He hadn't entertained her ghost stories. But if it meant he had a better chance at striking some kind of gain, Vadim played along. "And this 'Night walker'...," he purposefully teased her with conscious error. "Does it talk?" his head lifted to normal height now, as he stared down at the whelp with concealed dread.
@Larkspur
"I talk" 'I think'

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(This post was last modified: 08-02-2023, 02:52 PM by 1Vadim.)
08-02-2023, 02:51 PM
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Tiny Tyrant

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Midnight orbs focused in on the big man again, staring into his own that looked quite similar to her own. He insisted once again that she was alone. “No, I'm not alone." A slow smile creeped across her maw before she placed a paw over her mouth and giggled. “But, you are.” She continued to smile at him until she asked about her ‘daddy'. Her expression went blank and she quirked an eyebrow at him, her expression wholly unimpressed. “I don't have a...‘daddy'." She responded in a mocking tone, wrinkling her nose a the word. “Mother says that I was made during the Rituals of Samhain. She says she seduced two males and bedded them, whatever that means. Then she carried me and my brothers in her womb before she birthed us at the peak of Tir Na Nog during a storm.”

Lark glanced over shoulder back in the direction her beloved crow departed at her mention. When she turned back around to look at this brute, she narrowed her eyes. “Or I have her come back and peck out your eyeballs. I have plenty of bones...no eyeballs yet." There was some bite to her response, the fur about her neck ruffled slightly until he began to grin. He was toying with her...and her glare only intensified as he asked about her morbid monsterpiece. “I don't know. Why don't you ask him, if you really want to know?" She would wait for him to do it, glancing between him and the organized bones. Eventually her gaze landed on him, her gaze intense as she studied him, before she vocalized again, “I don't like you very much. You don't talk to me how I want you to."


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"The familiar taste of poison."
08-02-2023, 04:19 PM
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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
the whelp was small in size, and brain. Speaking more nonsense that made vadim want to lunge at its throat, canceling it's useless vocal cords. a mute babe; oh what a wonderful world it could be. having no particular assets, besides being a female, vadim saw no reason to harm nor keep the oddball. then again, vadim was no reasonable man.
ignoring more babbles, vadim huffed. not replying to the wasted breaths of the puppy. it's then she said something closer to relevancy; and to his surprise, poured information out her mouth like a mindless book. Good. Less work.
He sighs, painstakingly enduring the conversation as best he could, before snapping impatiently. "So you're a bastard, too." He blinked with huge dispassion, rolling his eyes. Subtly, he completely lacked concern in the child's wellbeing. This, he did not refrain from showing. "And does mommy have money?" His face was tainted with irritation, disdain written in every crevasse of his visage. Any more of this, and he was bound to act reckless with impulse.
As if the pup knew, she threatened him. Vadim's pupils dilated at the remark, his consciousness growing thinner by the second. He hitched his body upwards as he stepped closer, yet keeping the babe a few feet away. His face broke into an ugly spew of lines; rigid and unnatural with a haunting stare that pierced into the girl's brain. Suddenly, he was disturbingly excited. "mmmh, yes. yes. yes, call it here." he nearly whispered, coaxing her. his jowls hung loosely as glistening strings of saliva pooled past his hungry mouth. His head was poised lowly, as he peered down at her with voided eyes.
Triangular large ears swiveled, attentive to his surroundings. a monster, Vadim wanted nothing more than to traumatize the world around him. "I want to talk to you, girl." He insisted, towering before her weak frame. Curiosity flared before it died; who she was, where she came from-, but it did nothing to sustain him from his other interests with her.
And as bold as ever, she continued to entice him. "I don't talk how anyone wants me to." He assured her, ignoring her clear reject of him.


@Larkspur
"I talk" 'I think'

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(This post was last modified: 08-14-2023, 12:25 AM by 1Vadim.)
08-13-2023, 08:25 PM
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Tiny Tyrant

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Ugh, why was he asking such silly questions? Lark wrinkled her nose again at him and gave a quick shake of her head with a shrug. “Money? Why would she need money? The Fae don't care for stupid shiny coins, only crows do." Speaking of crows, he kept telling her to bring Laudna back over. She didn't do anything she was told if it wasn't from Mother and Rhiannon. He grew himself taller and stood over her and she watched in disgust as saliva dripped from his open maw.

Lark mimicked a gag and shuffled a seat backwards away from the slimy droplets. “Gross...go get your own corvid. You can't have mine, slobbermouth." The little girl huffed, glaring at him as if to dare him to be mean to her. Then the shadow man loomed even taller over her now and she whined with irritation. “You're gonna get your stinky spit on me!" She moved herself and tried to push some of the bones out of the way of his drooling as well. When he spoke again it was a familiar defiance and her ears perked up, looking at him in the face as she studied his crazed orbs.

She suddenly felt like a reflection of herself and her tone immediately changed. So, you're like me then." A grin pulled her lips back revealing her rows of sharp thorned puppy teeth, her tail wagging behind her. “You're my friend now, got it?" She pawed a couple of the bones she had collected towards the dark brute. “Here, hold those." She ordered before starting to rearrange some of the bones to shapeshift Nightstalker into a bipedal creature.

While piecing her puzzle together she glanced up at him and then spoke, “If your really so hungry and don't know how to feed yourself, I saw some big dead creature past a few of these trees and over a hill that way." She gestured to the West with her nose and then continued playing. “It was too heavy for me to drag or break apart myself. I have to wait for the vultures to pick it clean."

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08-14-2023, 04:56 AM
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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
he seemed to hit a dead end here. "No money. More babbles. No crow." he broke into a ferocious snarl; all his time wasted on a fucking dimwit. his nose puckered as he growled with opened jowls, baring his stained teeth and red gums at her while strings of saliva flung forward. ebon nares flared out harsh, hot air. his growl did not cease even then, but instead became a constant guttural soundtrack within their atmosphere. "You idiot. I don't care for faes!" he shouted with a baritone voice. it was perhaps safe to say vadim didn't like children very much.
he was beyond his threshold with the girl. & hated being told no. vadim's tenser body stood high as his hardened eyes watched her for a moment longer, his ears flattened & hackles risen. she was deemed oblivious to the brewing wraith within him when she demanded friendship. more nonsense.
the bastard threw a few flimsy bones his way, ordering that he hold them. scoffing, vadim stepped forward a few steps. heavy paws lifting to trample purposefully over the bones until it snapped & crumbled beneath his dark paws. Nothing quite like it: to hear the snapping fibers of bone. something finally intriguing to listen to.
still, his round girth hummed vibratory notes. he bit the air suddenly then, jaws snapping shut with a loud knock before he spoke. "Now why on earth would I befriend such a fool like you?" vadim would then dismiss her offer; she threw it up in the air like a poorly thought out distraction. a bait he did not bite. she had to try better than that. "I prefer your crow." He liked his food warm.

@Larkspur
"I talk" 'I think'

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(This post was last modified: 08-18-2023, 08:17 PM by 1Vadim.)
08-18-2023, 08:04 PM
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Tiny Tyrant

citizen of Saora
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Highlander
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Wretched Gods
Divine Fools
A snarl erupted from the shadow beast, huge jaws opening wide to show off fangs and gum and more of his saliva. The volume of his voice raised to a roar and it took her by surprise making her jump and cower for only a mere second. Until she felt a chilling shockwave, her body's visceral and instinctual response to the sudden shift in tempo of their interplay.

The sensation was delicious, leaving behind the most delicate tingle. Her expression altered from a wide-eyed fear to a wideset grin and a glint in her deep blue eyes as a maniacal giggle bubbled up from her mouth. Again... Came the begging from inside of her skull and she began to open her mouth to taunt him some more, that is...until he refused the friendship that she offered. That was not the part that shook her awake in this moment. It was the purposeful snap of her collection of bones beneath his meaty, filthy paws that decided his fate.

Larkspur's grin vanished, any cheerful form of a child withdrawing into the darkness of her glowering hues. She stared at him with an eerily silent intensity, unblinking. Whatever words spilled from his disgusting jowls were completely irrelevant. There were voices whispering softly in the wind that rustled the fur of her ears. Mighty fine teeth he has...could replace what he has broken...how easy is it to remove them...?

"Silence!" She hissed to her left side, knowing very well that this male that towered over her could not be taken down so easily. Patience...his time will come... Lark attempted to soothe the voices from inside her head. There were no more words to exchange with him. She took slow steps backward, never taking her eyes off of him for a single moment. She memorized it, every little detail. And once the underbrush concealed the sight of his horrid face, she turned and made her way to the outskirts of the Coven, not daring to move to the heart until she was sure he did not follow.

[Exit Lark]

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(This post was last modified: 09-04-2023, 10:13 AM by Larkspur.)
09-04-2023, 10:12 AM
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Hitman

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just a wolf in wolf's clothing,
he relished at the sign of her fleeting cowardice. a sense of mild satisfaction making him grin as much as she had. his fangs glinting out as he hummed. watching her with a hungry stare as she changed like the seasons.
her body and her expression would go through many emotions at once. her animations were entertaining as much as they were confusing. seeing her climax into a shout; one that demanded he be silent. in reaction, he sat himself. his body heaving with the loud sound of his laughter. a villainous cackle that echoed out.
genuinely amused, he looked at her after a moment of closed eyes. she backed away slowly, watching him as if to make sure she was not followed. he growled with a low hanging head, receptive to her cues; his shoulder breaking the outline of his black figure like a looming predator. and he became suddenly quiet as she departed. humming to himself with indigo eyes as focused as ever, he said aloud just beneath his breath, "Run, run, run little bastard. I'll find you when you're all grown up." he bit his lip, fantasizing about the harm he'd bring her.
slinking his body forward from his previous perch, his large paws came to trample over the doll of bones she made. snapping them all into dust, killing her imagination as he sniffed the ground. particles of dirt flushing in the air as he inspecting it until his head lifted to the night sky, beaming blue eyes wishing to find the crow.

-exit via searching for the crow-

@Larkspur
"I talk" 'I think'

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09-04-2023, 04:56 PM
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