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Post by Eponine Graves on Feb 28, 2015 5:36:17 GMT
eponine "mweet" graves @menelaushenson 450 words after the disco, all of the shine just faded away all of the shine just faded away She was tempted to blame whoever thought it clever to glue a oversized bird and a cat together to make a griffin. Weren't cats experts at seeing in the dark? Well, apparently the griffin ended up with the short end of the stick and Eponine was paying for what Darwin's Theory of Evolution didn't fix with the fabled species. The fragile woman inhaled quietly before finally acknowledging the man's question. Whether or not the man expressed genuine concern, Eponine considered it as genuine which caused the woman to believe that perhaps the man actually had a good heart despite being so unusual. "Oh, I'm quite alright." She responded a bit too quickly. Eponine was very much aware of the slight metallic scent in the air, resulting from the light amount of blood that now stained her facial features. Her attention shifted from her own well being, however, as the man cupped her chin, his thumb stroking her cheek. How unusual. The woman thought to herself before she hesitantly raised one of her hands and gently held it against the man's hand that cupped her chin. The griffin found herself watching the man's gaze curiously, however, there was something off about what lie within them. As though the man wasn't looking at her, more or less through her even. His words forced her hand to slacken, heck it even struck a little concerning fear within her heart. What is he talking about? She thought to herself, before voicing her thoughts quietly. "Are..are you okay?" Well, more or less voiced her thoughts. As the man moved to remove the blood from her face, she found herself dropping her hand. Philip's voice had returned to normal, which caused the woman to express a sigh of relief. She didn't question his odd behavior, she didn't want to. "Oh I'll be quite alright." She responded, although there as a tinge of doubt in her voice as though she wasn't sure of her own abilities. Without waiting a moment more she slowly tried to rise to her feet, but found herself doing her best to not put as much weight on the opposite foot. "Pain is weakness leaving one's body, remember?" She spoke through clenched teeth, biting back the annoying throbbing pain that caused tears to well in her eyes as a result. "Disregard that. Shall we continue to your humble abode?" She spoke quietly, her voice hardly carrying above a whisper. Notes: WHAT IS GOING ON  |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2015 14:14:34 GMT
what if tomorrow is too
The formerly feathered feminine's quietened inhale fell upon deaf ears, the man focused purely on searching for any further wounds, his eyes traversing the shifter's delicate frame. "The world will always find ways to break the butterfly," he murmured gently, his pale irises confirming that there were no visibly severe injuries to the woman, finally returning his gaze to her crimson-stained facials. A sharp, involuntary inhale was taken at the sight of the blood, something deeper powering the notion that was taken, his hand extending towards her facials.
Pale irises and vocals alike becoming distant, the feeling of her own hand resting against his drew a subtle trace of a smile creeping onto his features - a genuine smile, seemingly too caught up in his own little world to see how odd their actions were, considering they were honestly barely anything more than acquaintances. The moment he spoke, everything fell back into focus; he barely recognised the error until she questioned him. "Hm? Oh, uh... Yeah, 'course," another lie; his words were hurried, the speech having caught him partially offguard, trying to get a grip on the foreign emotions shrouding his chest. Everything suddenly seemed grey; bleak. He couldn't admit to her the meaning behind his words; he couldn't even begin to. With nothing to say on the matter that wouldn't portray said weakness, he knotted his gaze to the blood, and moved to gently swipe some away, though as she dipped her head, he allowed it to fall away, and raised upright from his crouching position, standing above her. Chewing on the inside of his mouth, he tried to focus on the taste of his own blood rather than the strange emotion, his eyes somewhat narrow until the feeling was dismissed.
"You're not fine," he noted as the woman attempted to stand, ignoring her question about continuing their venture. His pale irises searched her own glistening ones, observing the wetness welling within them. They betrayed her lie. "Don't lie to me, Eponine." his voice was unintentionally sharp, though regardless, he continued. "Things always come apart easily when they have been held together with lies." dafaq mene you hypocrite you always lie. "Hell, I'll carry you if I have to." There was no amusement in his words; he was actually quite serious. Her delicate frame seemed light; the brute strength from his animalistic counterpart had managed heavier things, that was for sure.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Feb 28, 2015 18:58:09 GMT
eponine "mweet" graves @menelaushenson 453 words after the disco, all of the shine just faded away all of the shine just faded away A frown pulled slightly at the corner's of the woman's mouth at the man's objection to her own well being. "I'm not dead, and I'm still quite functional, therefore I am fine Philip." Unfortunately, it would appear as though her words would continue to fall upon deaf ears.
"I do not lie..Philip...one's declarement of being fine all depends on how one defines the word 'fine'.." She spoke softly, yet again she found herself being ignored as she felt her lightweight body being lifted into the man's arms. Eponine found herself wrapping her arms lightly around the man's neck as though on impulse.
Darn her feline characteristics, she was just much too curious about this man, no this stranger. To further add evidence to her curiosity, she kept her gaze on the man's face as she studied its features. "I prefer not to be treated as a bird with clipped wings..but I very much appreciate your valiant heart." When Eponine had been just a youngster, she had learned many things from her mother, it seemed she had been much too distracted with play to acknowledge the most valuable lesson. Beware of strangers.
But, she was an adult now right? (More or less young in the term of griffin years, and an adult in human years) She found herself resting her head against the man's chest, listening intently to the sound of his heart beating against it. At least she knew for sure that the man indeed have a heart, more proof that he wasn't some sort of deranged demon.
Truth be told, she wasn't exactly used to being carried by any other individual, it made her feel vulnerable which in turn made her uncomfortable. Further supporting herself with now one arm, using her other free hand to gently rest it aside the man's face. "You are a hoomin of great troubles, are you not? Your eyes are a gate into your soul..and your eyes.." Hold such dark emotions... She finished in her thoughts as she gently caressed the man's face with a single hand, oblivious to what a normal human would consider personal space.
The blond haired female continued studying the man's face, her brow scrunched up hinting that she was in deep thought. "My apologies..my behavior is unusual to typical hoomin nature is it not? I prefer not to be like everyone else, it seems quite..robotic to copy another's behavior." She spoke quietly, almost as if she was ashamed of her own personal behavior. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2015 22:48:37 GMT
what if tomorrow is too Ignoring her attempts at dismissive speech, the shifter gave little more than a quietened snort in response, pale irises fell away from her own, studying her delicate frame for a moment. "Well, unfortunately for you," he began, knotting one limb under her knees, and tucking the other round her spine, "my definition of fine is wielding the ability to stand without being in pain. Which, evidently, you are not capable of doing." Menelaus was stubborn, that much was for sure, much akin to most men; it is always difficult to persuade men of anything, be it for their own wellbeing, for the good of another, or purely common sense. With that, and a quietened grunt of effort, he hoisted her light frame upwards with him, clambering up onto his feet. Momentarily readjusting his grip on her back, he then proceeded to move through the foliage, keeping his movements reduced so as not to cause too much discomfort to the blonde woman.
His gaze would occasionally fleet towards her facials, though would promptly return to the terrain, lest he tumble and cause more injury for the both of them. The throb of his shoulder had been reduced into a mere irritation at this point, his mind too focused on the injury of the feminine to fully comprehend his own pain. When she spoke, he glanced briskly downwards, mumbling out a quiet, "a canary in a cage cannot simply be left to rot."
The feeling of pressure against his chest drew his inquisitive gaze downwards once more, irises curiously surveying the top of her head, trying to piece together exactly what the motion meant; it wasn't as if he received much willing, or even positive, human interaction. Whatever the gesture meant, a fragment of a smile crept onto his facials, and for whatever reason, he provided a gentle squeeze to her shoulder. However, a thought promptly struck him that destroyed the temporary contentness. What was he to do with this woman? She seemed intent on reaching his home, but what was he to do with the feminine when they reached his residence? Was he to try and keep her there? Or was he to release her and play cat and mouse? Though, to be perfectly honest, he didn't feel up to his typical games, likely down to his feat of remembrance. The exposure of the personality beneath had thrown him off slightly.
The flesh of her hand resting upon his facials was unanticipated, that much was for sure, his frame jerking lightly for a moment, before his pale irises twisted inquisitively downwards, studying her carefully as she spoke. He blinked slowly, before rolling his shoulder blades in a light shrug. "Every man has his silent troubles of which he never speaks." However, as the feminine trailed off into speech regarding what was normal, and what wasn't, he shook his head. "It is said that normal is an illusion, for what normal is to the spider, chaos is to the fly." A smirk briefly passed over his facials, amusement glinting within his irises. "I tried to be normal once, and I can safely admit that it was one of the worst moments of my life."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 0:43:54 GMT
Readers beware, you're in for a scare!A nearby wolf pack has been lurking in the near by areas, scrounging their surroundings for little creatures to munch on
when they have found themselves peering into the scene of two humans disturbing their peaceful environment.
Smelling the blood rise from one of them, the Alpha has decided this is the best time to attack when one
of them is injured. He releases a demanding growl before his comrades surround the pair. Menelaus and Eponine
are now surrounded by the fierce and hungry canines. You have to choose one of these three options:
1. Menelaus defends Eponine in an effort to protect his 'canary'
2. Menelaus and Eponine will join together to protect themselves
3. The pair will try to run to avoid being caught in danger
Option 1 will lead to Menelaus getting a moderate or severe injury
Option 2 will result in the two either getting minimal or moderate injuries
Option 3 will result in both of them getting either moderate or severe injuries
Choose your decision and the two of you must choose either heads or tails, we shall flip a coin to decide on the injuries
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Post by SPARROW on Mar 1, 2015 22:48:10 GMT
We have reached our decision!
and between us have chosen option one! Papabird is going for heads! :3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 22:58:10 GMT
You have chosen heads but Menelaus should of stayed in bed!Oh dear, the coin has landed on tails! Unfortunately, Menelaus has earned a severe injury. Without any help, Menelaus must defend his Eponine Canary!
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The Alpha wolf slowly approached, shoulders shifting underneath his thickly built skin and pelt. His jowls lifted upwards to bare his fangs briefly, pupils slitted in a ferocious way. His gaze wavered to the female on the ground. That was their target, their food and he wasn't going to leave without it! His pack needed this food and by god's name he was going to get it if it killed him! With a long drawn out growl, he charged forward to leap at Menelaus, jaws latching onto his left eye, claws digging into his chest to hang on. Meanwhile the rest of the pack was ganging onto Eponine while her protector was being distracted. Better think fast, Menelaus! A omega wolf has decided to sneak closer to Eponine, a paw raising to threaten her, yellow ivories bared. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 23:49:25 GMT
what if tomorrow is too Shortly after the amused speech had ended, the sound of the thickened foliage shifting once again caught his attention, pale blue irises snapping round to glare into the thick greenery. The movement was evident throughout the undergrowth; every pair of canid irises upon them became blindingly obvious. It seemed as though their former observers had decided to venture closer, likely out in search of something to satisfy their hunger. His gaze refused to fall away from the greenery, frame held rigid, slowly lowering the blonde feminine to the terrain below. Adrenaline fuelled through his veins, pulsing through his temples, driving a wildfire through his heart. Men being men, and Menelaus being Menelaus, there was something in his pride that simply prevented him from running, hence, despite that notion being a possibility, it was swiftly dismissed.
"Stay behind me," he mumbled quietly to the blonde feminine, keeping his gaze firmly set upon the movement within the foliage. The sight of the slobbering excuse for a wolf (or at least as he viewed the vicious animal) moving slowly towards them drew a hint of doubt into his mind, though he did not falter in the slightest, staring intensity into the canid's eyes; only as the mutt's eyes knotted to the injured feminine did he hesitate. And, all in one moment, it was no longer Eponine or wolves he was staring at; it was his sister. This was the possibility of his sister being injured, being killed; he wouldn't allow it. His hand moved downwards to slowly grip the knife attached to his belt, though there was little time for reaction before the alpha was upon him. Heart thudding wildly on his chest, the added weight of the canid caused the man to stumble briefly, grappling the knife into his hands and making some attempt to thrust it up into the frame of the dog, though suddenly, there was nothing but pain. It drove through his mind, right from the eyesocket to the back of the skull. A bellowing cry of pain immediately left the bipedal, a sickly crimson flooding from the newly inflicted wound, the cornea shredding as the yellowed ivories drove into it.
"FUCK!" His vision blotted angry shades of red and black, rage and pain completely soaking through his mind, blurring his thoughts into one immediate lust... Kill. Thick, darkly toned claws made some attempt to grapple against the heavily set frame of the wolf, resisting his own cries of anguish and choking them back down, struggling in effort to tear the wolf away from him. A wild snarl left the burly beast, before he lunged at the dangling creature's frame, ivories attempting to clamp down on its hind leg. He had to protect Eponine, he knew that much. Likely against the will of the beast, the bear made an attempt to rear back onto his hind legs, releasing an eruptive bellow from the depth of his throat, thick with aggression. There was no attention to spare for the severe bleeding from his eye, or the explosive pain spiralling through him with every movement. He had to protect her. He went for the first mangy mutt that came into the vicinity, aggression fully channelled onto them.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Mar 2, 2015 0:18:36 GMT
eponine "mweet" graves @menelaushenson 545 words after the disco, all of the shine just faded away all of the shine just faded away The odd moment between the two strangers would soon be broken by the pack of savage mongrels that the woman had sensed stalking them earlier. It hadn't occurred to her that the wolves would prove to be this obsessed with obtaining a kill for their own sake.
Something's wrong. She thought, but before she had time to react the larger of the small pack of wolves had lunged for the man which gave her room to free herself from the man's grasp. "...Phil!" She called frantically as she watched her new found acquaintance get mauled by the large of the wild canines.
However, she would be forced to put her fear of the man's well being aside as she found herself being targeted by a separate wolf. Out of pure instinct, the woman found herself regaining her natural feline avian form, that of the fabled griffin. She was lucky that she was a four legged creature by nature, so she found herself only resisting weight on one of her feet. As the smaller wolf lunged for her, she found herself reaching out with one of her own dangerously sharp eagle like talons reaching for the wolf in an attempt to crush it within her powerful grip.
Eponine strongly despised being a violent creature, but if she so happened to be backed into a corner she would try to defend her own hide, and others if necessary. She turned to shift her attention to another ravenous canid, a feral avian mixed with feline sound emitting from her maw. "Leave us be!" She spoke as he clawed at another wolf, her tail twitching in annoyance, her feathers ruffled upon her upper torso.
If the man was unable to defend himself fully, she would try her best to throw her own two cents worth in, which was evident in the way she tried her best to shield the injured individual. Having had enough of the wolves' interference she spread both of her ivory wings, as if to give her the appearance of appearing larger than her usual runty stature.
Hopefully the wolves would have fear struck into their hearts one they realized that the seemingly defenseless pair weren't quite so vulnerable. After a moment the griffin regained her human form and immediately went to the man, worry and caution evident of her features. She had remembered just how much her first attempt to aid the man had angered him, thus she was wary of repeating the process. "Philip..." She spoke quietly, reaching out with a hand but she soon hesitated she didn't wish to be reprimanded yet again by the man just for wanting to aid help him. She saw the great deal of blood upon the man's face, it appeared as though the alpha wolf had targeted the man's sight of all things, a vital sense nonetheless.
"Let me help please.." [/b] She breathed quietly, still retaining a safe distance from the man just in case he attempted to lash out in stubborn ignorance. Muse: Uptown Funk You Up - Mark Ronson (don't ask xD) Notes: [/div][/div] [/div][/div] |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 0:58:08 GMT
The feeling of his fangs ripping through some form of flesh was pleasurable, sickeningly refreshing. His adrenaline pumped through his veins, eyes widening as a small smile tugged at his muzzle. But his victory was short lived as something metallic and sharp was stabbed into his side. With a yelp the gray canine fell to the forest floor, scrambling to get up with a frightened whine. Dark gaze looked up shakily to see the towering form of a bear. Okay maybe the last thing he did to get food was an exaggeration. Ears flicked back in fear, trying desperately to get away but instead his extended hind leg was held down by sharp fangs tearing through muscle and tissue. A yelp escaped him, front claws desperately trying to hold onto the ground, squeezing his eyes shut.
The omega was distracted by his alpha being torn to shreds, ears wavering forward as concerned eyes looked to the bear and canine. But a ginormous claw was slammed down on his skull, causing a yelp to erupt from him, the bone along his jawline cracking upon impact with the ground, frame going limp with a few helpless whine and growls. The rest of the pack soon backed off seeing as even the Alpha couldn't take on the bear and they ran off, terrified for their lives. Dog may never turn against their pack, they may be loyal, but that didn't mean they weren't cowardly in some form or shape.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 2:08:40 GMT
what if tomorrow is too Perhaps, should the situation have been a little less disastrous, he would have noticed the hasty nickname provided, and offered some sort of sarcastic retort, however, for obvious reasons, there was little attention to spare for the woman's cry. Pain drove through his skull, framing his eyesocket in a violent throb with each slight movement he would make. His ivories seemed to hit their mark, for while he could only see a blotchy red and black mass before his hazed vision, a metallic crimson taste flooded his jaw as his teeth punctured flesh, muscle, and tissue, bearing no remorse for the now fearful canid.
Rearing his skull back, with the wolf kept firmly pressed against the terrain, he delivered a final blow to the throat, his ivories severing the flesh. He didn't need to see to know that they had won; the sound of retreating scrambles were evident through the air. Ragged breathing tugged at his lungs, his head shook in effort to clear his vision, though the angry tones remained shrouding his gain, accompanied with a new wave of striking pains that caused the shifter to stumble slightly. With the adrenaline beginning to fade, a strange, nausea-like feeling set in the pit of his stomach, his burly frame slumping onto its knees, facing away from the feminine. A shuddering breath left him, one hand reaching up to hesitantly touch to the wound cloaking one eye. It immediately caused him to flinch; as his hand fell away, and with the one operational eye slowly coming back into focus, he noted the sheer extent of the blood cloaking the skin of his hand from the touch alone.
However, upon hearing the approach of the feminine, his frame went rigid, clenching his jaw tightly, even the blood unable to distract him from the overwhelming pain. Her mention of his faked name snapped his attention towards her, well aware of the oncoming hand, though still unwilling to reveal his facials. "Don't touch me!" He could feel the blood running down the side of his face, though that didn't get him anywhere when it came to changing his mind. What a stupid, stubborn man. "Don't look at me! I don't need your fucking help. I'll be just fucking perfectly fine all the same! Just leave me be!"
However a few sharp pains later, he reluctantly grunted his acknowledgement to the woman, and twisted his facials round to face her. The cornea had evidently been severed, and a good number of the blood vessels burst. "I... I don't..." He opened his mouth and began as if to say something meaningful, though his voice drifted away, and his one operational iris twisted downwards.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Mar 2, 2015 3:06:31 GMT
eponine "mweet" graves @menelaushenson
after the disco, all of the shine just faded away all of the shine just faded away Muse: Earned It - The Weeknd Notes:  , 562 words Almost immediately at the man's change of tone, the woman shied away only leaving her gaze on the man. "Please..don't be like that Philip.." She spoke quietly, almost in a whisper as she fell to her knees. She had barely known this man for even twenty four hours, and already she was feeling like the enemy. The cause of this man's pain, but she couldn't have been further from the truth. She continued watching the man through her soft blue irises, remaining quiet as the man attempted to cover his facials. "Scars aren't imperfections Phillip.." She murmured quietly as she crawled slowly towards the man as his words cut off albeit abruptly. It's my fault.. Her thoughts piped up with in her mind as she approached the man, merely within arm's reach of him. All thoughts of caution and hazard were moved to the back of her mind as she gently pressed her hand against the injured side of the man's face, blood and all. "It'll be okay. Shh..." She murmured to the man quietly as she caressed the side of his face ever so gently so as not to bring him more pain. Eponine was a highly compassionate creature and she would treat her new found acquaintance no different from any other. However, she found herself more willing to aid this man above any other. Why? Perhaps it was her curiosity, or her sense of adventure. "Just let me help and you'll be even more perfect, Philip. I promise." She whispered quietly, her voice shaking as she feared that the man would lash out as he had done only moments earlier. Was it so wrong to have compassion for one whom you had just met? Perhaps the griffin was falling to the odd behaviors of the human race. "I know it hurts..but look at me. Look at me, Philip. Perfections aren't based off of face value. You know that don't you? But, if you reject assistance from one willing to help, your perfections will fade to the point of nonexistence." With her free hand she gently cupped the man's chin, lifting his face upward. "I know you are upset, but anger will not heal your wounds. It is not all that terrible to accept the aid of another." She spoke softly, her voice like a melody as she did everything in her power to comfort the man. She was living dangerously in her attempts to aid this man who was a complete stranger, but Eponine didn't exactly think like the average individual. Her intelligent went up and above all others. She allowed her hand to fall away from his chin, although she kept one hand on the side of the man's injured face. "Nobody once said that you were not perfect. So I would advise for you to not think in that manner, it won't help you to possess such negativity." She finished finally as she nervously awaited the man's choice as to whether he would accept her help, or refuse it viciously. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2015 22:13:37 GMT
what if tomorrow is too Frame held tense, rigid, the sound of the woman shuffling away from him drew an inch of relaxation from the man, though only subtle, finding a faint comfort in the distance placed between them. Another shaky exhale left the man, his limb again reaching to touch the outer edge of the wound, doing his best to get some sort of understanding how much damage had been done. He could only pray the eye would be usable with time, however, with the extent of the wound, so deeply implanted upon the eye, it was highly unlikely that it would function naturally again. He was clinging to evidently false hope, no doubt; whether that was down to stubbornness, oversight, or merely the need to dismiss every weakness he possessed working, we won't know.
The moment ended quickly, however, as she began to talk of assisting him again, his gaze snapping back to her, his frame tensed once again. "None of your shitty herbs are going to fix me," he hushed vocals caused his attention to snap back to her as she spoke, releasing a gruff grunt. I've just almost had half my face torn off, for fucks sake. What reason do I have to be any other way? Am I supposed to be pleased about this shit? pfft man up and deal with it mene The thought caused him to hesitantly glance towards the unmoving frame of the large canid slumped on the ground, blood shrouding the creature's thick pelt. I should have butchered that mutt when I had the chance.
Dipping his crimson-stained facials into his hands in effort to shield them from her view, the sound of her nearing was acknowledged by him tensing further, stealing a sharp intake and clenching his teeth together. And suddenly, there was flesh against his injured facials; he flinched instinctively, stealing a quick, unsure glance towards her, before returning it to the terrain below. Would it be okay? "How in the name of hell will this be okay?" he snapped over, gritting his teeth in annoyance. He wanted to pull away from her, to deny her contact with him, however, he found himself unable to. The gentle caress of her skin was captivating, despite the pain driving through his skull. His heart was racing, wait he has a heart wtf xD though whether that was the result of the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, or the close contact, remained a mystery; regardless, he found himself leaning slightly into her touch. "Eponine..." he began quietly, though unable to find any ideal words to say at that moment in time, his words and gaze alike fell away from growled quietly, viciously chewing the inside of his mouth in effort to restrain the urge to shove her hand away from him. Of course, by fixing him, he bore deeper meaning than simply his wounded facials.
Facials drawn upwards by her gentle hand, his gaze narrowed slightly in frustration, still facing the ground, fully suspecting that she'd simply throw a few leaves on him and be done with it. Her request drew his irises reluctantly towards the feminine's facials, quietly studying her as she spoke. "... But for whom is the false perfection to be spared for? The world has no use for it." She pressed, again, on the matter of assistance, and his apparent intolerance of it, enticing a slight frown from the shifter. "I have no need for the assistance of mankind, not anymore. One that is considered a monster barely requires it, or so they seem to believe," he murmured in a dismissive fashion, casting a glare towards the terrain below. "Death is promised to a bee, designed purely to protect the hive; its life is worth nothing more than honey for the queen."
Releasing a quietened grunt in response to her final speech, his partial gaze knotted back towards the unmoving frame of the wolf nearby, shots of rage firing through his mind. Desperate to rid himself of agitation, both caused by the encounter and the woman's incessant need to help him despite him clearly expressing his distaste in the idea, he pulled away from her hand and moved over to the alpha's body, gritting his teeth as he crouched before the wolf. There was no compassion on his gaze, no empathy, no sadness for the death of the canid. A thick hatred wormed through his eye, one hand reaching to tug the knife (of which was still firmly implanted within the creature's side) carelessly from the existing wound. He studied the bayonet momentarily, before a disturbingly intense grin passed over his facials. "Eye for an eye, fucker." With that, the knife gouged into the creature's eyesocket, carelessly carving into the beast; only when the eye had been bludgeoned beyond recognition, and a fair amount of damage had been done to the facial region of the brute, did he stand back, satisfied.
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Post by Eponine Graves on Mar 5, 2015 16:59:40 GMT
eponine "mweet" graves @menelaushenson 724 words after the disco, all of the shine just faded away all of the shine just faded away Muse: Earned It - Weeknd Notes: She had said nothing pertaining to her 'shitty' herbs, it was evident that a few leaves placed neatly over the gouged eye would do much. The man's aggressive tone only caused the woman's frown to deepen further. Has he mistaken me for ignorant? She thought to herself as she studied the man's facials in silence, not quite wanting to say anything further for fear his sudden hatred for her would only grow and fester like an infected wound. The woman got to her own feet, no longer knowing any words of encouragement for the battered soul of a man. "How will it be okay?" She repeated softly, her voice unable to acquire a tone of anger. "Are you dead? Am I conversing with a mindless corpse right now? Is your heart still beating against your chest?" She spoke, stepping forward to brush a few fingers against the man's chest as if to prove a point. "The point is, you are not dead. And you were not meant to die on this day. Fate wills it herself." She spoke with much emotion in her tone. Eponine disliked it when people wished to give up on themselves, let alone become infuriated with her own self. Her blue eyes were lightly watered, for she was deeply bothered by the fact that this stubborn stranger would not accept her token of assistance. "This world of damnnation needs some form of perfection. Else we'll all fall to our demise, damned to forever be monsters without any hope of regaining what makes us sane. Philip you must.." She trailed off as the man began to speak once more. "It is what that slave of a bee does with his life in itself that matters the most. Only then will he know if his death was not in vain. If his purpose in life is to embark in labor for his queen and he has accomplished that right in itself, he will die happy knowing that his life goal has been fulfilled." She added as she stepped back as the man's gaze went to the stilled wolf. It was then that she saw the glint of the man's small blade in the moonlight. "Wait...Philip no.." She spoke with hesitantly but as she stepped forward in a hurry, it was soon too late as the man had already angrily gouged out the dead creature's eye. Seeing the bloodied mess that was now the wolf's face the woman gagged, resisting the urge to empty the contents of her stomach. "An eye for an eye? A foolish attempt to gain vengeance? This creature's soul has already left this earth, you are merely digging into a carcass Philip! You cannot blame this creature for its violent act. It was merely following the laws of mother nature herself, if anything blame her not this beast. It is but a pawn in the circle of life." She whispered as she too looked to the other wolf carcass that she had crushed within her own talons. "Oh but Mother Nature...she is ever so cruel. If anyone deserves the title of monster it should be placed upon her crown of thorns and poison ivies..." She spoke before shaking her head, ridding herself of the dark thought. Ignoring the mangled bodies of the wolves now, the woman stepped forward and gently touched the man's arm. "Philip..come on before you succumb to blood loss." She urged as she studied the man's bloodied face. "And do not worry, I will not use my 'shitty' herbs if that brings you any comfort. My knowledge goes beyond that." She spoke as she gently wiped a red stain from the man's cheek. "You may put your trust in me Philip, as I only wish to provide aid. I'd rather not see you die before my eyes." She spoke in a hushed voice, feeling the need to keep this man alive for reasons only the corrupted mother nature would understand. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 18:46:18 GMT
what if tomorrow is too Pale irises surveyed the woman's intensifying frown, anger accumulating within his chest, the weight of it threatening to burst the protective seams of feigned calm. He almost suspected that his stubborn nature had caused her to relent, studying her facials, chewing furiously on the inside of his mouth (a habit of his, no doubt) focusing on the taste of his own blood rather than the irritation, fuelled by her constant argument. It became fairly obvious, fairly quickly, however, as the feminine spoke once more in response to his words; he should have suspected as much, though he couldn't help but released a quietened growl in annoyance as, again, she argued. "One is not considered to be alive purely due to the fact that they are breathing." He forced himself to ignore her gentle touch, releasing a low, irritated huff. "Fate is simply a combination of choice and chance, nothing more. A delusional belief."
Gritting his teeth as the woman spoke, his gaze remained set on her features, their conversation provoking his ire. "Half of us are already 'monsters without hope of what makes us sane', Eponine. And now we are to be branded for it?" He snorted, barely acknowledging the fact that he'd quite literally just dubbed himself a monster. His words gained an even sharper edge, "and if his pledge was to make something more than the common origins? What is he to do then? He has to get the fuck on with his life and realize that there is no way for that to be fulfilled. Others make more worth of his life than he does. The hive survives on without a single hesitation at the death of the meaningless being. Life goes on."
It seemed as though the formerly feathered feminine had realized the length of his actions before they were undertaken, though her words did nothing to restrain him. Within moments the blade had been driven deep into the candid's eye socket, carving away at not only the eye, but the flesh and bone surrounding it. It is best to be violent, if violent is in one's heart, than place a cloak over it. Despite that thought, and regardless of how contradictory it might have been to his original suppression of the emotion, it willed him onwards, along with his own sick satisfaction. He was barely paying attention to the woman's exclaimed wording, though one thing in particular caught his attention. "Mother nature?" he echoed, growl rasping within his throat. "You thin this is all down to fucking mother nature?"
With that said, and enraged by the prospect of this woman believing their experiences to be down to mother nature, his hand shot out to clasp the lifeless canid by the scruff, ragging its body up as if it was nothing, standing before the fellow shifter without an inch of remorse. The bludgeoned features of the wolf went unnoticed by the man, firmly gripping the scruff, his fingers digging into its neck, bellowing out words towards the woman. "Mother nature conducted none of this! She is a delusion of man; something to blame the way the world is on them. This is what tried to kill us, Eponine, not this mother nature of yours!" He jerked the lifeless frame of the wolf for emphasis, moving it closer to her, his face blazing in rage. "This is what was fully willing to tear out both our throats for no other reason than to feed his own slobbering group of mutts! Did you see any form of remorse in their eyes? Regret? They should succumb to no other 'fate' than slaughter!" With that, he flung the creature back to the terrain, breathing heavily, watching the woman intently for a good moment or two. "Eponine, they could have killed you. And if it did I don't... I don't know what I'd-..." ohsnap Rather struggling for words, he twisted his back to her, running one hand down his own face, narrowly avoiding the large wound shrouding one eye, his breathing deep, and somewhat rasped, as a result of his outburst. "I just..." He desperately tried to register something in his mind to say, however, the words slipped out before he could stop them. "Can't... Have you hurt... I don't want to watch it happen..." Guuurl.
Her gentle touch against his flesh drew a quietened flinch from the man, though his gaze refused to turn upwards, set firmly upon the mangled lupine's frame. He wouldn't apologise for his actions, no, but he'd regret them; his unusual silence portrayed that much. Contact with his facials caused his gaze to brief flick upwards towards her, roughly swallowing. "... Fine." He'd argued enough, and thus relented, releasing a disgruntled sigh.
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