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| Topic Started: Jun 29 2009, 02:49 PM (35 Views) | |
| Ashiban | Jun 29 2009, 02:49 PM Post #1 |
Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
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A cool breeze, a calm wind, and a warming sun was all it took to put Ashiban into a calm trance, but she didn't have that option right now. Instead she sat outside soaked to the bone and smelling more and more like wet dog. Shaking her head her black curls bounced around, water droplets flying every which way in the downpour. Her arms remained crossed and an unamused expression remained fixed upon her face as she growled lightly to those she passed by on the street. Purple eyes shot a deadly glance as she hunted for a warm place to curl up for the night. It was frustrating when the doggy in her just wanted to fall asleep in a warm place and have someone pet it like any pet would but the problem was she was not a pet. She wished she could be a house pet but no one would want a giant beast with a bloodlust that can never be satisfied. Her long black dress was soaked and her curls were weighted down with the heavy water pouring down on her without mercy. Like the world would show mercy to her, at least it was washing the blood off her face from the little orphan boy she had eaten only a few minutes ago. The blood was still fresh on her lips and his warm heart was still sliding down the last stretch of her esophagus. The warm light of a tavern beckoning her to enter as cheerful laughter, drunken song, and an uproar from a brawl caught her attention and called her to the people she despised so much. Taverns, why the hell did she go? They were so pointless to her, she never did anything in them other then sit around and watch people. Turning her head away from the warm light she turned her attention to a small barn and ventured towards it stretching her arms out and yawing. She would rather sleep in a barn then spend an hour with fools. Walking past a horse she took in the strong scent of dung only letting it become intensified by her superior sense of smell. Cringing she glanced over to a pile of straw and let out a small sigh as she crawled over to the yellow twigs and laid down. She was still wet but it didn't matter much to her right now, she could hardly feel the droplets of water running down her back. She couldn’t feel anything for that matter. |
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| Azarana DeVont | Jul 1 2009, 12:54 PM Post #2 |
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My Gods! This is so very BORING! Lady Azarana DeVont thought to herself. Sitting at the corner booth of the tavern, she peered outside, watching the rain pound against the glass. The really sad thing was, the pitter of water was more interesting than anything going on around her. The tavern was a dead zone now, as she'd gotten fed up with the noise, and drugged a few goblets of ale. But damn the fool of a bartender, for pouring the goblets into the community barrel and refilling everyone's glass. Now everyone was passed out around the room, and she was deathly bored. She perked up as she saw a figure outside, looking in. She hoped they would come in, but they turned and walked away. Towards the barn? Why the barn? Curious, Azarana got up and walked to the door. Flinging her green cloak about her shoulders, she flicked the hood up and ran out into the rain, not stopping until she was under the cover of the barn's roof. Ducking inside, she peered around. Her nose wrinkled at the smells she'd never been forced to be exposed to before. For the life of her, she couldn't see anything around her. A single lantern hung from the ceiling, swaying slowly, a small creak elicited with each movement. Azarana began to turn in a circle, her eyes searching for the figure she'd seen earlier. |
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| Ashiban | Jul 3 2009, 12:06 PM Post #3 |
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Child of perdition, daughter of sin ~Ashiban
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Taking a deep breath she picked up the scent of an intruder and immediately was set to high alert. Rolling down out of the straw she felt her body shift as she took a step forward. Her black curls faded to a sickly slate gray and then into a brilliant snow white as her hands became clawed and formed into paws. Her milky white skin gave rise to soft white fur. Slowly her back elongated forcing her to the ground as a loud pop made on of the horses jump. Withering around Ashiban giggled white the long white dog tail grew from the end of her spin and her jaws elongated. Two white wings ripped through her skin sending a small shower of black blood down upon her. Snapping her jaws together droll ran down from her sharp serrated teeth and her ears grew long and pointed. The dull light of the barn swung about in a disorientating away making Ashiban stumble as she crawled on all fours half between the form of a large winged white hound and a human. Her spine tore under her skin stretching out longer. A tight silver color appeared in the fur around her neck and two silver bracelets on her front paws. Falling over by the horse stalls she snapped her jaws again looking up to a steed with her hound like face. Another minute went by and her body stood still in its solid form. Her wings tucked up close to her sides as a horse sized hound stood tall. Her pelt was the color of clean ivory her eyes like pools of purple venom. She was both beautiful and deadly, teeth as sharp as daggers smiled at Az as she stepped from the shadows. her voice a low grow combined with the distant hissing of serpents that seemed to float aimlessly though the air. Opening her maw she howled lightly and without moving her jaw asked, "So who do we have hear?" Her voice was warm and feminine, like any normal voice one would think only it did not come from one source but rather moved freely about coming from all directions. One could hardly tell of the white beast was the one talking or if the voice belonged to someone still lurking in the shadows. Horses in their stalls pounded and snorted, startled by the large white creature in their barn yet Ashiban remained cool and collect. Lean muscles moving under her tight sleek pelt as she inched closer to the dark haired woman. |
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