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Offline Kiakime

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10000 days [prp Rapier]
« on: October 02, 2010, 05:29:14 AM »
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.




Alteron at sunset was something rotting, fetid and haloed in fire, the rays where sunlight broke through the canopy painted deep like flame.  What was green tinted to brown, bloody as the sun sank below the dark horizon line and rendered the trees as silhouettes.  Something beautiful about it, something deeply ugly in how appropriate it was, a dying light for a dying jungle.

Somewhere in the depths of the jungle, the light touched the leaves of an ancient tree, too dense to shine more than a sliver of orange on the massive tangle of vines that encircled the trunk, the ground below it, the patch of something wild and overgrown.

Somewhere in the depths of the jungle a yearling gagged helplessly, tasting a vacuum where air should be flowing, entangled in the vines, weight on one shoulder and thorns rending punctures in the tender orange flank.  The coils were not living, not mobile, as static a shell as the rotting leaf-floor, and had she not dove into them headfirst she would well not be stuck in them.  But it had run in there -- rabbit, was food, was another day of sating what seemed an overeager belly, a sizzling empty stone in her gut of hunger demanding that there be a successful kill, but overriding even that primal urge a sense of urgency, pushing herself to age faster, grow faster, learn faster, to defy nature's natural course and improve.

She would prove him wrong.  the traitor.  She would claw her way up until she braced dark paws as a physical equal, younger, faster, smarter, better-conditioned.  the yearling Raider would break her own body if it meant such success, even if she whittled years from her lifespan, fuelled by something internal as bloody a fire as the Alteronian sunset ever was.

All the same, Kiakime reflected, she couldn't help but feel rather pathetic for getting herself into this predicament.

The creature, kicking weakly in her jaws, and if she let go she could pull backwards, pull her head through the noose of vines, for they were not yet inescapably bindingly tight about her throat.  But letting go would mean letting the lapine scamper off into the underbrush, leaving an empty belly and failure, and that was not possible.

The only question was which one would suffocate first, timber wolf or rabbit.

An eternity, a few heartbeats, as chest and throat convulsed once in a futile gasp for breath, and the stilling, the limpness that signified the end of a life.

The Strider let go of the dead weight, struggled, managed to force her way out of the tangle through a shake of the head, pawing at her throat, and she stood for a second's time, panting for much-welcome oxygen.  then the muzzle darted down again and the meat was in her jaws and the head lifted, and the only question was,

eat it now or bring it to someone?

Blade, or perhaps Skirr if he happened to be nearby.  Either way, it was a hunting success, a small personal triumph but something all the same.

Yet the muscles suddenly stiffened and the ruff bristled, head turning with lips still closed around the rabbit.

Eyes.  She felt eyes, in the depths of the forest.
Looking up from underneath
fractured moonlight on the sea,
reflections still look the same to me
as before I went under
and it's peaceful in the deep
cathedral where you cannot breathe,
no need to pray, no need to speak.
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Re: 10000 days [prp Rapier]
« Reply #1 on: October 02, 2010, 05:29:32 AM »
How delightfully pathetic, the visage of the timber, whose body twisted and writhed the dance of hunger born confusion in its attempts to render from the 'maw' of the bush the simplistic prey that fled there. The display was, for lack of more advanced vocabulary, amusing, for no matter what advantage those that weren't her direct species may have gained from their smaller stature and slender legs, they were still, undeniably, less intelligent. How long had she been there? This large figure, whose exercise of patience and silent seemed uncharacteristic of her person, but much needed and suddenly welcomed when facing the tail end of imbecile created entertainment. In her mind's eye she envisioned how it must have looked, how the prey this little one chased may have writhed in her jaw while she bucked and wheezed like a fish out of water. Certainly, while prey may have appeared scarce, at this point in her age she had the skills to successfully track and delivers to its doom some other form of meat? Yet the question was answered soon enough by the ideal of laziness (or maybe it was Kai's lack of skill and time to hunt for another meal that kept her willingly able to expose herself to vulnerability and pain) as the wolf freed itself with catch in its mouth, back still turned to the narrowed eyes of red that watched with indiscernible expression.

Then the body stiffens, and the Queen allows jaws to part in a smile that could have been confused as pleasure, or maybe even enjoyment at being sensed, but the way her eyes have crinkled, and how she displays her teeth in menacing manner scream otherwise; and those eyes, those eyes of wicked intent that shield nothing from its viewer, seem to scream that this meeting may not go very well for the person trapped in her view.

"Are you finished?" She questions frostily, but does not wait for reply. In fact, it seems as if she has no care for whether Kia was done catching her breath or picking those nasty thorns from her pelt. In reality, the question asked had been quite rhetorical, and such is known when Rapier continues to speak, muzzle parting once more to let loose that husky voice dripping with its usual sarcastic wit.

"I've been waiting here for so long..." Though, what was long for Rapier might not have been very long to the subject, "watching you buck and struggle like a femme ruining the dance of the rut. Is that what you were doing?" With just the right amount of curious tone added to the voice she emits it appears as if she may be actually interested in the answer of the youth who may not even know the meaning of 'rut' and the shameless dance she so uncaringly speaks of.

Naturally, she isn't.

The body lifts up and steps smoothly forward, one paw placed before the other with digits spread and head tilted as the smile so twisted remains. Now her eyes glance over the figure of the youth, a violating sort of thing, as if she's judging just what parts of her body are tender and easiest to cleave from her bones, but eventually those blood colored pupils will land squarely upon the meal she had exhausted effort to obtain, and black stained tongue will slowly be drawn across her bottom lip in contemplation.

"Well?" She'll ask this time, not imploring for the answer of her earlier statement, for she already knew that this child couldn't have been so easily exposed to the heat of mating at such an early age, unless she'd wandered upon it and decided to mock act upon the bush without care for the dangers it would inflict (and it was just Rapiers cruel sense of humor that had crafted the comment either way). No, this question was a rather bold prodding about the meat which hung in her jaws.

Now again, exercising a patience she didn't much have, she'd wait for a reaction, nostrils flaring and chest heaving just slightly as ears leaned forward. Now she stood with tail erect and head held high, but paused some space before her. Why walk to her, when she could easily crawl to her? Though there was the question of whether or not she knew who she was, of her station, of her power... and if not, well lessons could easily be taught efficiently with teeth and claw, yes?

It was time to stop sitting back and idly waiting for treasure to be dropped in her lack. Much like inspiring fear, and obtaining respect, one had to go out there and just take what they rightfully deserved.

And no adult, child, or yearling aside would be spared from her oppressive domination.


Looking up from underneath
fractured moonlight on the sea,
reflections still look the same to me
as before I went under
and it's peaceful in the deep
cathedral where you cannot breathe,
no need to pray, no need to speak.
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played by Theral. | tracker~