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Molly

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#1
Spring was fast encroaching, the snow caps were beginning to melt, the ice was beginning to thaw and the Earth, beneath layers of freezing temperatures, began to breathe anew. Her breath hot and warm fogged the early morning air but the serpent paid it no heed. She was no dragon, no beast of roaring fury... no her own wickedness lay in intellect and manipulation. Loki preferred to lead from a place of philosophy, holding the chains of writhing, snapping heathens, but never restricted them, just guiding them to a source of nauseating light. Was she cruel by nature? Or was she merely following the instincts of any wicked predator? Survival of the fittest was a game she didn't just partake in, she excelled.


The pines were dense, filling her nostrils with a near sweet scent that had a tendency to linger even long after she'd left the terrain. She rather loathed it, but anything she loathed was obviously wrought by weakness and Loki was keen to conquer and overcome anything she found... challenging. The only one to adapt to the thick, heavy scent was to grow accustomed to it. Only then would she be able to pick out allies, enemies and foes among the heavily bladed grass. Today... she'd found herself a quarry, a young faun struck down by abandonment. Loki's kill had been more of a mercy. Twas better to die swiftly that to suffer in agony while one starved.


Sharp fangs tore deep into the meaty thigh, devouring the sinewy tough muscles in fast but effective ripping tears. This was more than the serpent could ever devour in a single setting but she would leave the scraps for the scavengers that circled overhead. The bones would be picked clean by nightfall. She was distracted from her morning breakfast by the snap of a twig. An onyx skull lifted, toxic eyes seeking the disturbance and finding it not in a visual, but in a scent. Whomever the scent belonged too was close not yet upon her and between the coppery iron of blood and the pine trees it was difficult to measure out just how far. Her tongue clicked to the roof of her mouth in annoyance. That wouldn't do, she would need to train harder.


She swallowed the thin slice of sinew that she'd ground down with her teeth and turned her blood stained maw to the forest. "Hungry?" She spoke just loud enough to be heard. "I am not ravenous to devour this entire quarry by myself." She could... feign kindness, even if she didn't always embody it.

"Tame the fire from within, you won't break me. Love will tie the tourniquet and suffocate me"

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Loner

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Claerie

Stardust: 155✪
#2

Had he been raised better, perhaps he would not have been so willing to follow the scent of blood along the breeze, particularly when it was accompanied by a cervid's musk. Such was the tantalizing clue of prey recently felled. With prey came hunters and, more often than not, those hunters were not so inclined to share. Only scraps would be left to the magpies and the possums... if it had not first been stolen.

Survival was one elaborate coin toss. On one side, the poor soul suffered from hunger due to unsuccessful—yet valiant—attempts to hunt. While more admirable work than theft, it was also penniless. Rabbits were swift and deer were prone to herds, antler-studded bucks, and hind kicks that could bash in a skull.

On the other side, the soul succumbed to their wounds and died. Such was the risk of a thief when he lingered along the periphery of better wolves. Luck would be just as much of an asset as any skill.

Elias found no qualms with stealing and did so often. Today, however, he found a she-wolf far easier to swindled. In fact, she invited him to dine alongside her. Not one to shirk a free fawn, he sidled out of the bushes with more ease and shamelessness than he'd possessed mere seconds before.

“Hungry," he affirmed, drifting near the she-wolf's hackles and the kill that rested before her paws. His stomach growled and yearned for meat and he fully intended to answer it, but first he had to test the waters. He was not so desperate as to leave his neck unprotected by accepting a false offer.

Lingering, he waited for one last invitation.

“You seemed to replace your brain with your heart ."

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Loner

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Molly

Stardust: 340✪
#3
Toxic eyes, sharp and harsh in their intensity, took measure of the beast that sauntered from the trees to stand before her. He was contrived as she... both lithe and lean. He was built for speed and endurance rather than brute power and while most dismissed such a build as weak, Loki saw strength simply because she knew her own tenacity. His colors were striking, a harsh contrast to her own. Her pelt oozed an inky blackness found only in the deepest depths whilst his practically radiated light. Yin and yang, they opposed one another. Vaguely, she wondered if he embodied the light he so wore as a banner or if his insides were just as black as the fur on her back. Unlike most who clung to darkness and cruelty, Loki was unopposed to new company, in fact, she welcomed it. What was a new creature to dissect? To pick apart and ravish internally until she could pluck the strings of dreams and nightmares?


With ease, devoid of fear, he drew closer, so close his fur nearly brushed her flank and the only reaction Loki gave was to watch, sharp green eyes quietly analyzing the way he moved, the way he carried himself. She was a beast of raw intellect and she used those observances to deign a picture of every brute or dame she encountered. He spoke only a single word, a confirmation of his hunger and Loki nearly sighed. Another who would speak only in broken sounds? WIth no love for dialogue or complete sentences? Pity. It seemed this entire isle quite lacked in critical thought. If this continued, she doubted she would plague this land long enough to be remembered. Still... she wouldn't make assumptions so quickly, hunger did wicked things to addle the mind.


She shifted her head, a quick movement that directed him towards the faun's abdomen. "Consume the liver. Rich in nutrients but warm and drenched in blood, it will quiet your belly." That was true. She'd been saving such a delicacy for the end of her meal but if it garnered her something more, she was willing to forfeit it. The sinewy, thickness of the thigh would sate her for some time still and with Caedes always willing to assist her in a hunt, she was hardly concerned about procuring something more. "What is your name?" Knowledge was power... true power and the more she gained, the better off she would be.

"Tame the fire from within, you won't break me. Love will tie the tourniquet and suffocate me"

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Loner

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Claerie

Stardust: 155✪
#4
bruises bathed...

"Consume the liver. Rich in nutrients but warm and drenched in blood, it will quiet your belly."

The woman's voice was odd for it lilted in a way that evoked prophecy and omen, yet it was not wholly unbearable. Despite her apparent proclivity to speak for the sake of speaking alone, she was quite alright. That said, his opinion was skewed by the warm meal that she offered.

In need of no greater invitation, Elias padded close to the fallen carcass. His tail wagged behind him, the whoosh-whoosh causing fallen leaves and nettles to idly wave. He took to the fawn's underbelly. With delicate motions did he open the prey's midsection. Yellowed fangs broke through the adipose and the intestines spilled out onto the ground. Moving his muzzle between the fat and flesh, he braced his paws on the deadened limbs and pushed. The skeleton shifted slightly onto its spine, subsequently revealing just enough access to the liver beneath the lungs.

With his muzzle bathed in blood, the young man appeared both boyish and gruesome in the fading light.

"What is your name?"

While not one for introductions or an interrupted meal, Elias' good favor had been bought.

"Elias"

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Loner

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Molly

Stardust: 340✪
#5
Enamored by the meal, the male needed no further invitation, he opened the young deer and followed her instruction, seeking out the warm liver, ripe with nutrients to consume. Loki occupied herself with a thigh... while not the most tender or nutritious part of the kill, she found enjoyment ripping apart the sinew in thick strands and devouring them whole. Despite this, the serpent was well versed in avoiding even the smallest bloodstain to her pelt. She took care to remain as pristine as possible, even in the throes of hunger fueled by instinct. The young male answered her after a moment and Loki absorbed the name, nodded but failed to give her own. Knowledge was earned not given.


She allowed the boy to eat, forfeiting conversation in lieu of nourishment. When he finished the liver she gestured with a paw to the rest of the kill, inviting him to claim another bite. She was an agile hunter and it was hardly effort to accumulate favors. She finished her thigh, wandering a bit toward the heavy musculature along the spine but quickly grew full enough to retire. She backed off and laid down, her tail curling complacently around her right haunch. Even reclined, she was poised like a predator, both alert and attentive.


"Ravenous... has it been long since your last feast, Elias?" Poisoned honey, her words dripped from her tongue like sweetened acid. Curious, without conceding the point. She watched and she waited for any glimmer or symptom to reveal his inner workings, largely so she could determine if this boy was even worth her time.

"Tame the fire from within, you won't break me. Love will tie the tourniquet and suffocate me"

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Loner

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Claerie

Stardust: 155✪
#6
bruises bathed...

Oddly gracious, the she-wolf afforded him the bloodiest and best portion of the kill. He had taken to the meat, sinew, and fat like a surgeon far too excited to learn and far less interested in healing. Bone had snapped between his jaws and adipose had been smeared against his cheeks. Crimson tinged his lips and chest, staining the ivory fur there. Oppositely, the she-wolf found a meal upon the thigh. Their bodies were close given the size of the fawn but their actions were not so parallel. Delicate bites had left her pristine and immaculate, her ebon' fur unstained by morsel or meat. When they had finished, he glanced at the hunter and realized that she was not half as old as he had first assumed. Youth bathed her features and betrayed the awkwardness of a child that had not yet seen her second summer. He was barely older, perhaps only by a year if not a couple seasons.

His name was traded for a meal yet none returned. Dark ears twitched for he was used to wolves being more forthcoming when so generous. In the end, however, he did not voice a complaint for he could not truly bring himself to care.

Seemingly comfortable, the she-wolf found her place upon the earth. She rested, at ease with the world and at peace with his presence. Such trust, he imagined, was a fair gamble given that she'd granted him free reign of her prey.

"Ravenous... has it been long since your last feast, Elias?" The she-wolf cooed, her voice oddly honeyed. Frowning, Elias' eyes narrowed upon the ebon' imp. "No." His tongue swiped across his lips. He was a loner, simple and true. When a meal was offered, he gorged himself. It beat hunting for a day or two. Nonetheless, he was not incompetent.

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Loner

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gender: Female

age: 1

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Molly

Stardust: 340✪
#7
Hungry, though she may have been, the serpent was never uncouth. Venomous in her delivery, cruel in her intentions, she held herself like a Queen while her counterpart, no matter how temporary he might be, was not so dignified. His fangs flashed with the sinew and evidence of her kill, his once pristine pelt gleaned with blood and gore. He looked like a predator, but he failed to think like one... or at least such was what his limited mannerisms and vocalizations had told her. Anyone could brutishly destroy an unlucky herbivore but could he use strategy and cunnig to trap and ensnare his prey? Could he monopolize a body of peasants to do his unencumbered bidding? Loki wasn't convinced.


Ungrateful, devoid of even the smallest inkling of debt, made him a waste of her time. Whether it was lack of effort or intellect, he shied from vocalizations and Loki had far better things to do than waste her time on one so... bland. She sought beasts, true, but beasts that could be broken, bent and twisted to fit her vile agenda. She wanted beings that needed her in all ways, beings that desired to be broken so she could rebuild them into something more. This child was just that and Loki had no use for pups playing pretend. The silence had stretched between them for too long, though it wasn't uncomfortable. She simply had nothing more to say, what was there to respond to context so baseless? Loki rose, twisting around and offering him nothing but her spine. He deserved little else and she was done with such useless folly. "Keep the rest. I've no desire to gnaw on broken bones." Her voice slithered back, low and ominous but the serpent didn't turn, there was nothing left here for her here.

~Exit Loki unless stopped~

"Tame the fire from within, you won't break me. Love will tie the tourniquet and suffocate me"

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Loner

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Claerie

Stardust: 155✪
#8
bruises bathed...

Having grown bored or tired of their meeting, the ebon' she-wolf found her paws. Dark ears did not flick back to catch a trailing sound and green eyes did not glance over her shoulder. It was her spine alone that kept him company, and even that would last for mere moments more. Her voice, unaccompanied by a name, trailed back: "Keep the rest. I've no desire to gnaw on broken bones." Whilst not sultry, her manner was one of great gravitas. Her tongue slid like ink over heavy syllables as she luxuriated over the sound. It was a self-important habit that shifted Elias' gaze from neutral to baleful.

He was not the type to spit on the paws that had hunted him a meal, however. Likewise, he found no trouble in taking free food or saving scraps. Whilst he had been crowned a prince upon birth, he had lived a pauper's life. Absent parents and northern lands had not afforded him the vapid luxury of a meal ignored and left to rot. The shoulders, neck, and other thigh of the fawn remained to be gnawed.

Impassively, Elias moved to the corpse. Carefully gripping it about the jaw, he gave it a couple tugs. Then, slowly, he began to drag the prize back home.

[ Exit Elias ]


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