Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 6, 2015 8:41:22 GMT
 900 words notes: wow this sucks, hopefully it's ok..this woman is flippin insane. Work your magic xP DALLAS ARIANA PETROV A sneaky little monster at best, she thrived on patterns, predictability. Luckily for her humans were pretty set in their ways, their lives dictated by a simple routine. Being able to quickly familiarize herself with a preys behaviors was the key to her success. Moves and counter moves, becoming fully aware of their actions before they knew themselves, knowledge simply derived from careful observation. Retaining patterns and quirks only brought her closer to what she truly wanted to know. It varied from person to person as to what that was, phobias, secrets, weaknesses. If one didn't fit into any particular pattern she made sure to force them into one. All for the ultimate purpose of control.
And oh did she have it down to a science, only perfecting said gift on a day to day basis. She arrived home from a career in which she did just that, dictate, manipulate, connive. Sure it wasn't the most glamorous choice, owning a strip club, but for now the driven woman seemed to think it would do. With plenty of pay and certainly no shortage of people to torment she could learn to settle for the time being. The club teemed with the desperate souls that she so enjoyed, so easy, so quick. If nothing else it kept her sharp, prepared.
The darkness certainly helped, enveloping her every late night she pried herself from the building. Being the cunning shadow manipulator she was she found the club suited her habits well. She lived through the blackness rather than attempting to escape it like the average pitiful human. Sleep? Not an option. This night would be no different, emerging from her vehicle and setting her eyes upon her 'humble' abode. Though humble was most likely an understatement, providing it carried all of the bells and whistles of the typical mansion. Security systems, granite counter tops, invisible fencing for her two 'hell' hounds. Of course no expense would be spared. She had insisted it to be on the edge of the neighborhood and backed up to the woods, but more importantly.. away from the children and prying eyes. Silence was as they say.. 'golden'. It was a beautiful thing, the cool emptiness her dark corner of the world provided her. She cherished it.
A chill set in across her naturally tanned skin considering the type of clothing she currently wore. The sleek little knee length dress covered plenty but also left plenty, just how she preferred it. Her hour for being in the light was over, this was her time now. Her first order of business? Getting out of her damned high heels. Reluctantly leaving the comfort of the night behind her she found her way into the warmth of the house. But she'd be back.
She was greeted by nothing but the shuffles of her two dobermans as they brushed past her bare legs, the interior of her house just as she liked it. Silent and harboring her solitude. She lacked any form of real companionship, only allowing who she pleased into her life, as well as being able to kick them out just as easily. Control. The woman immediately pried the shoes off of her aching feet and shuffled into her rather extravagant bedroom. Dropping her dress next, the lithe woman hunted down a satin night gown to slip over her undergarments. Perhaps a bit suggestive, lace and all, however she would neither care nor give it a second glance. Just because she had left the company of others didn't mean she had to look like a slob. Now in a more comfortable attire she could continue to enjoy her night.
Now, somebody would have to be damn stupid or equally as disturbed as Dallas to be lurking about in the pitch of night, but up until this point she had yet to meet a soul that fit that description. Therefore she would find no qualms about settling on her back patio in her attire of choice, a cool glass of wine in her hand. The average eye was incapable of seeing her through such intense shadow regardless of what she wore so that would be the least of her worries. That was.. if she even worried at all, which was highly doubtful. The similarities she showed to that of a predator were apparent, including her gifted ability to see through the night. It was almost a shame that she didn't have a feline counter part.. but she didn't need a better version of herself to get the job done.
All of her best thoughts would arise in these conditions, her twisted mind having no limits. Her thoughts wandered as she loosely surveyed the blackness that was her back yard, her big doe eyes maintaining their usual void appearance. Spotting the slender forms of several deer who had yet to notice her presence the womans gaze grew somewhat curious. They moved cautiously through the woods, swiveling their large ears in search of eminent danger. Smart creatures, considering the beasts that lurked there. Perhaps not that intelligent though as they'd forgotten her. Luckily for them she didn't participate in the destruction of animals, only 'men'. Though that didn't mean it wasn't highly entertaining that she could deceive even the simplest of beasts. Her amused features soon found a new interest in the wine at hand as the deer moved on. A smirk twitched at the corners of delicate lips before she rose her glass and drew in a long sip.
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Fadeyka Ann Leysa
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Post by Fadeyka Ann Leysa on Mar 9, 2015 4:46:18 GMT
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night time is prime time
[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]S tealth and silence was the specialty of any predator. The ability to stalk one's prey without them even knowing in the cloak of darkness and shadows was the gifting of any night stalker. Her kind had always been the ones to rule the night and she relished the caress of the shadows as the streamlined feline form padded silently through the forest. She ruled the night. She had nothing to fear from the few prey she had scented earlier and she had been in no rush to just close in on the kill. Where was the fun in that? She needed the thrill of the hunt the challenge. [break][break] Deer wasn't her prey of choice, but there wasn't much else in the way of prey in the area, or so she had thought, but as she leaped from one tree branch to another, moving through the forest canopy in silent stealth, the wind blew into her face. Her body stilled as a new scent was carried on the wind. Her predatory senses immediately flared to the surface with a pulsating drive to engage this new found victim. She opened her mouth wide to better scent the air, white canines gleaming in the moonlight. This was no ordinary prey she scented, this was something more, a challenge and her blood lust roared to the surface as she moved with silent purpose through the canopy, dropping to the forest floor two miles downwind of her quarry. She kept to the shadows, her black pelt the perfect camouflage for the darkness. [break][break] The night was like day to her as she made her silent approach on death's wings. There was no hesitation on her part, there would be blood spilled. The heat of adrenaline coursed through her veins as the hunt commenced. She stalked from the ground and stopped in the long grass at the edge of the forest her body crouched and parallel to the ground. You couldn't tell where the shadows ended and the form of he big cat ended. She was one with the darkness and she relished the power as she watched and surveyed the scene before her. The deer grazed oblivious to her presence as the wind blew their warm vegetarian scent down to her. The wind was in her favor it seemed tonight, but she wasn't hunting deer. Deer was something to pass the time, but to take down a creature like the one poised and in control on her back porch, was a real prize. [break][break] The deer moved on oblivious to the death that lurked a few feet away and she was silently grateful the stupid beasts had moved in her opposite direction as her place remained a secret. She was able to observe undisturbed, her calculating mind taking in every detail. This was no ordinary human, no her scent had defined her as something more and that more was indeed the challenge she'd been looking for. She could nearly taste her life blood spilling into her mouth and hear the gurgling of her throat as her canines sank into her wind pipe causing her to choke on her own blood. The idea would have sent a younger version of herself into a frenzy, but she was no callow youth. She was death itself, a night stalker and she had above all things learned the art of patience and observation. No thing decided without cold calculation. Her prey had no fear of he night, which gave her pause. She had tricks up her sleeve and she would be foolish to charge in blind assuming she had the upper hand. She watched. She barely wore any clothes, leaving nothing to the imagination. She licked her lips in anticipation. She sipped her wine and surveyed the night. She almost seemed to be just as in tune with the darkness as she and that gave her pause. She would need to tread carefully if she wanted to get close to this prey. The element of surprise would be crucial. [break][break] She slinked backwards to the forest, not a twig or leaf shifted or broken and circled back to approach the side of the home, out of her line of sight and crept in silence her body coiled like a spring as she waited. Her peripheral locking onto it's prey and she lunged ivories bared, claws extended and jugular within her sights. She landed with what could only be called feline beauty as the heavy weight of her body settled on the patio as she began to visibly stalk the woman, eager to see what true kind of challenge she could pose and certainly hopping there would be no useless begging - that would take the fun out of things. 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Dallas Ariana Petrov
Demon
we could set the world ablaze
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 9, 2015 23:11:51 GMT
 ### words notes: hopefully this is ok if not I can fix it..god I love this woman x'D DALLAS ARIANA PETROV The word 'fear' didn't exist in this womans dictionary. Surely being as distant from humanity as she was would prevent her from feeling such. Small things, sure. Rats, heights, the pathetic little things that kept her anchored to her human self at all. However a concern for anything greater failed to exist. Death? As arrogant as she was it wouldn't be surprising at all if she believed she was above it. Coupled with a disregard for her life gave her an almost bold approach to anything life threatening. To put it bluntly, she just didn't give a shit.
She was invincible, in spirit anyways, not allowing anything to shake her unwavering confidence and therefore giving her the ability to do what she wished. It was apparent in the way she carried herself, even now as she surveyed the forest with that ever present glint to her eye. She owned the night and she wasn't afraid to stake her claim. The demonic woman crossed a toned thigh over the other as she often did, obviously not concerned with the extra bit of exposed skin. Setting her wine glass back on the deck table she continued her sweep of her 'territory', her mind wandering to the sorts of beasts that lurked in the darkness.
The woman was more than aware of the creatures that existed behind the towns seemingly normal inhabitants. Her brother was one of them, some bizarre feline reptile, most likely off on a hunt of his own this night. A clever and rather attractive man that made for a wonderful charade. It just caused her appreciation for the night to grow. If Tyler could pull that off how many others were like him?
She was nothing if not observant, being the first to notice the eerie silence that had settled over the yard. The deer had long fled, the prey animals seemingly pausing in their pathetic scramble for food, or perhaps fleeing back to their burrows. Being a frequent inhabitant to the darkness she knew what that meant.. something was on the move. Perhaps some sort of predator, or some inhuman beast, regardless it caused the intelligent woman to pause. It was not an abundance of noise that alerted her to being stalked, but the lack of it. After combing through the woods once more and finding nothing out of the ordinary she almost returned to her previous behaviors. However upon capturing movement in her peripheral vision she felt a smirk twitch at the corners of her lips, which soon caressed her wine glass as she took a sip.
Placing it gingerly on the table she cast the movement a sideways glance, recognizing now it to be large feline, a leopard or jaguar, hell, she wouldn't care what it was. Her initial reaction would be to freeze, instincts overriding her common sense. Although an impressive beast it wasn't a particularly nice sight. The average human would have been just that, average, predictable. They would most likely flee or collapse into a messy heap. However Dallas had never been the average human and fleeing wasn't her style. Her muscles soon slackened, sinking back into her chair with a sigh. This must be the creature the animals had been afraid of. "There you are. I was beginning to think I'd grown paranoid."
Talking to a cat? It wouldn't be the weirdest thing she'd ever done. Besides the fact that above all else, she was smart. Unless the zoo had released their collection of wild animals she became immediately under the impression that this animal had some sort of humanity about it. She would react accordingly, shifting to face the beautiful animal in it's full glory, allowing her eyes to glide over it's sleek form. If she was going to die being torn to pieces she certainly wanted to have a good look at what did it. An icy grin rose along her features. Being well rehearsed in the art of life and death situations she found this to be almost.. amusing, regardless if she was about to be torn apart. "You'll have to excuse me darling, I'm not the begging type." Her voice maintained it's normal sultry purr, even when faced with her demise. She found herself examining her manicured fingernails now, diverting her attention momentarily from the cat, apparently much more entertained by her own hand.
Types like these got off on watching their toys squirm, she knew the feeling all too well, and she wasn't going to give this predator the simple pleasure. What would be the fun in that? "I'm under the impression that there's more to you. It would certainly be more fun to go about this in a civilized way. Blood's so.. vulgar." Her nose wrinkled with distaste. Oh how she despised bodily fluids.
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Post by Fadeyka Ann Leysa on Mar 16, 2015 6:27:05 GMT
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]T here was a cold indifference in this woman that intrigued her and as her feline padded closer she leaped forward and transitioned on the fly as her human hand found it's purchase on the woman's throat, the blood-lust riding her hard to finish out what she started, but she had a weakness for things that brought curiosity and this woman was one such thing. She pulled her body flush with the prey and sniffed her deep and long, committing the scent to her memory. Her outfit was silk and left little to imagination as it rubbed against her soft black tank and black jeans. "I'm under the impression that there's more to you. It would certainly be more fun to go about this in a civilized way. Blood's so.. vulgar." That's what would get her killed one day, being civilized. As her face leaned into her neck to scent her, she spoke in a soft hiss, hand still on her throat. "Your impressions are correct. There is much more to me, but being civilized is not one of those things. You smell of sex and roses. What an interesting combination," she purred as she ran her face along her shoulder and neck like the feline that she truly was. She paused and stepped back relinquishing her hold on her throat and threw the woman a wining smile, like she'd never been stalking her or had just had her hand around her throat. [break][break] She stepped back and tilted her head in frank appraisal of the woman from top to bottom. She obviously wasn't dressed for company, but she had to admit she was glad of the view. She had no objections to admiring a fit and trim frame, but it wasn't enough to truly distract her. She was if anything, curious about this woman with attuned senses to the darkness. This was either going to turn out one of two ways - in blood shed or brilliance. She sensed a similar darkness within the woman and that gave her pause on the inside as she smiled calm, cool and collected on her outter facade. "Pity you find blood so vulgar, you proably wouldn't like a night out on the town with me. I rather like painting the town red so to speak." This woman was no fragile being and she regarded her with vigilance. Just as there was more to her she knew she had met her match before her and it both excited her and unnerved her. [break][break] She backed up and leaned against the rail facing the woman. Her predator like gaze never leaving the prey. "Should I bother offering my name or shall we just get into an all out knock out drag fight. I promise I'm just as much fun in my human form." It was a predatory smile she bestowed upon the woman in lingerie as her eyes roved over her form with an approving gleam, but nothing more. She could be an amusing romping partner or the biggest challenge of her life to hunt and take down. Her cat was fine with either option. She crossed her arms and legs casually as if settling into a normal conversation. [break][break] She was blunt and to the point, "I mean if you have better plans than just an outright brawl I'm all ears. Fadeyka and you are?" She extended the brief olive branch, even if it was not truly sincere. She had a sense that this would be a woman that thought along her lines and the potential that was there for her stayed her hands from outright violence. She was the picture of calmness as she awaited her reply, her body though was deceptive, coiled and ready to strike at the hint of retaliation. She wasn't dumb and about to let her guard down around this one. She could hardly let her guard down to herself even and this woman was an unknown entity. She just silently pondered if this would be the curiosity that got the cat killed or thrilled. 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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 18, 2015 21:06:24 GMT
### words notes: oh Dallas. DALLAS ARIANA PETROV The woman felt a certain pleasure from being right and she was content to see her suspicions to be true, though she had little time to gloat. Only half of a second in fact, before cool hand found it's way around her throat. Her muscles instinctively tensed beneath an otherwise steely calm, she'd have to be dead not to react to such, her jaw parting ever so slightly. The strangers body grew closer though she would show no further reluctance towards it. Soon released an accepting breath, with it the small bit of tension, taking a moment to allow her dark eyes to travel the shifters frame. Or, what she could see of the other with her being so close. She allowed the warmth that formed between them to fill in the unanswered questions. Was it strange that she was almost attracted to the situation?
Her probably unhealthy allure to the interaction only increased as a voice neared the sensitive skin of her neck. The drumming of her own pulse became aware to her now but she remained silent in order to hear the woman out, her inevitable speech probably only one of the many fascinations she felt towards her. She boldly tilted her head away from the shifters curiosity, exposing her neck further, though the gesture could have been taken as one of questioning. Is that so? The unspoken remark caused an amused smirk to settle along her lips.
Upon being 'released' and studied Dallas returned to her former position, dragging her hand through her hair, before taking another sip of her wine. She wouldn't give the woman something as bold as a reaction, nor acknowledge her intentions. In that manner of speaking she could control the situation that way, at least from her half. It wouldn't have been surprising if she was attempting to silently bait the predator. A tease of sorts, all part of her twisted game. She was aware of the enjoyment one might receive from emotion but she had no plans on participating in such. An opportunity to investigate this female further, however, was one she wouldn't pass up.
"I'm not usually a fan of ah.." The brunette paused, reaching into the depths of her mind for the right word, "Dirty work so to speak. But by all means - I love a good show." The gleam in her eye was ever present as she returned the womans stare. Dallas was a neat monster in every way, there were much simpler - cleaner ways to go about the disposal of her toys (unless of course her brother was involved). Though she could appreciate alternative methods.
The stare she received was taken as a challenge if nothing else, a power struggle, causing her pleased expression to stretch further. She was nobodies prey, that would become apparent sooner or later, but whatever made the woman sleep at night. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me in the slightest." The idea of a fight, even then, caused her face to fall in mock disapproval. Surely they were above a silly little cat fight? There were so many more entertaining propositions that came into mind, but one thing was for sure, she had no intentions of getting dirt all over her nice nightgown.
Disregarding her statement initially Dallas redirected her attention to her wine glass, delicately propping an elbow on the deck table she trailed a finger along the rim of the glass. Her stare towards the object grew intent, her voice distant as her mind reeled with thoughts. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to toy with me, Fay - Is it alright if I call you that?" Though she made it fairly apparent she had no consideration for her feelings towards the matter, with her smug little expression. Perhaps she could find a use for somebody that could play her own little game. Her eyes tugged from the glass now, flicking back over at the woman with renewed interest. "Dallas. I have a great deal of ideas, none of which include a scrap, but a nice offer." She now glanced questioningly towards the house. "Care for a drink?"
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Post by Fadeyka Ann Leysa on Apr 26, 2015 18:48:06 GMT
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night time is prime time
[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]S he felt her predatory smile go to another more violent level at the familiar use of her nickname. This bitch didn't know who she was playing with, but she made a mental note to educate her...all within due time. She was cunning enough to not outright reveal malicious intentions. She knew this game. She could play her at her own game. Smile, play coy, act civilized and when the moment came she'd be smiling as she stabbed her in the back and licked up her bleeding out and torn throat. The image gave her warm feelings on the inside as she stared her down while she spoke. She acted so cool, so calm, so collected, but everyone and she knew, everyone had a weakness and she could play nice while she learned. This bitch had better hold her hand close...it would be more fun that way...like a cat playing with the mouse, but she was confident in the end results. At the same time she felt amused by this petite woman. She sensed she was more than what she seemed and she would not make the novice mistake to underestimate her. As the sayings went, hold your friends close and your enemies closer. [break][break] She leaned back, all casual grace as she watched her new found toy and adversary. She licked her lips. What a delectable treat she was in her night gown. She was like a present that was just begging to be unwrapped. She would be more than willing to perform the honors, but alas she knew now was not the time or the place. It didn't however stop her from admiring the view. She was an odd bird, this Dallas creature and she studied her like a scientist does a new breed of species. The first phase is always strictly observation...then experimentation...Her pulse quickened at the thought, but forced herself to calm. There would be time to play once she understood what exactly she was dealing with. [break][break] She couldn't have smiled any broader when the treat asked her to come inside her home for a drink. It was like inviting the devil into your living room. "Why Dall I thought you'd never ask. I'm just parched and a glass of wine just sounds divine." She would be more than willing to discuss many things with this woman and first on her list was what exactly this woman did and what her endgame was. Everything Fay did was calculated, measured and purposeful. She didn't believe in wasting energy and effort, but she was willing to invest a little bit to figure out this tricky bitch. Who knows? This facade of civility between them may actually come in handy. She would never necessarily call her a friend, but eh, friends were a luxury and nuisance she couldn't afford to indulge in. [break][break] She gestured to the sliding glass door, smelling the scent of canines within. She didn't want to deal with the hassle of whipping her pups into shape...better to let her go in first. "Why don't you invite me in then and we can chat and catch up like old chums..." She fairly hissed the last few words. They both knew that whatever would happen between them, theirs wouldn't be the normal buddy-buddy one.... [break][break] [newclass=".petitheader"]background-image:url('http://i57.tinypic.com/153pg1w.png');width:520px;height:250px;background-position:right;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitfirstletter"]float:left;background-color:transparent;border:1px solid #324956; padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;padding-left:15px;padding-right:15px;text-align:center;color:#324956;width:5px;font-family:'source sans pro';font-size:13px;margin-right:4px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petit"]width:420px;background-position:center;padding:50px;background-color:#f7f7f7;[/newclass] [newclass=".petittitle"]font-family:'quicksand';color:#fff;letter-spacing:2px;font-size:30px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;padding-top:70px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitsub"]font-family:'source sans pro';color:#fff;font-style:normal;font-size:12px;text-align:center;width:210px;padding:5px;border:1px solid #fff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitcontent"]width:360px;background-color:#fff;float:center;text-align:justify;margin-top:-120px;padding:30px;border-bottom:1px solid #324956;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitcontentstyle"]font-family:'roboto';font-size:11px;color:#222;height:300px;overflow:auto;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitcontentstyle::-webkit-scrollbar"]width:1px;[/newclass][newclass=".petitcontentstyle::-webkit-scrollbar-track"]background-color:#eee;[/newclass][newclass=".petitcontentstyle::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"]background-color:#324956;[/newclass] [newclass=".petitnotes"]font-family:'quicksand';letter-spacing:1px;color:#324956;font-size:11px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] |
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