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| Mad Hatter | Feb 18 2009, 10:09 PM Post #1 |
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There it was, a million miles away and wide in all its milky glory. She had never loved the moon back home in the states, its ominous presence always condemning her a night of running in the woods alone and afraid. She counted with meticulous attention to the phases the number of days between full moons and every night she would watch as the orbiting body stretched its pale girth until it was full. That is when all of her trouble began. Sure, any day she was around the pack was a hard day. She didn't even have to look for them, most of the time they simply came to look for her just for the ability to watch her cower and dodge past them to her basement bedroom. No here though. At Anime High School she was free to do as she pleased without worry of who was behind her or how would raise a hand to her. Grace stood perfectly still under the dense treetops coverage listening to the rustling of the bushes, the faint whispers of people in the distance and the fluttering feathers of the birds. The air was wondrously clear and carried smells to her nose that she never noticed before. She let go off a shallow breath as the breeze curled around her bare legs and knocked her long inky bangs out of her eyes for once. It felt great to be out in the cool nights air and the brown hoody she was wearing was starting to suffocate her senses. She started a slow walk through the brush then pulled the hoody over her head as she moved. The heavy cotton cover-up had begun to irritate her. As soon as she pulled it off she tossed it on an outstretched branch and continued to roam the forest floor at a leisurely pace. She wasn't sure if it was the moon in its complete stage or the fact that she never been in a forest just to think but the slivers of light that peered through the heavy tree line was sending thrilling chills across her skin. Everything in her body told her to go, move, take off...run. So she did. Grace darted through the trees, the wind whipping her black hair around her. Her thin body moved with an easy shifting that matched her name. The low hanging branches forced her to soar over them in a single jump or dig deep into the moist earth under her tennis shoes. "I'm free!" She whispered on impulse, laughing while she moved in and out of the shadows but the urge to shout it was building inside her until she couldnt help yelling at the top of her lungs. "I'M FREE!!!!!!" |
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| Azrael the Deathcharmer | Feb 19 2009, 01:11 PM Post #2 |
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God of Goodly Trolls and Conquering Fear
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Mongrel strolled through the forest. An eight-foot monstrosity, he felt better here. After getting over his initial sadness of the Dark Forest not causing a detransformation, the place no longer held any fear for him. Demons, Werewolves, Mongrel. He was another monster of this forest, as it were. However, he did not stalk or hunt or run or revel like the native beasts. He walked and thought and strolled and forgot. For all his abominable looks, Mohan was still a man inside, and vulnerable to all the phallacies and mistakes that came with that. So his walk through the forest was not a search for an essential need, spiritual or physical, but merely a base need for adventure. Something interesting to do. "I'M FREE!!!!!!" And once again, the forest provided quite nicely for all who travelled amongst its trees. A naked girl ran past him, black haired and uncaring as it were. A monster his body may be, a man it still was as well, and Mongrel was not going to ignore a naked girl. Watching her for a moment more, he contemplated taking off after her. "Heh." |
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| Mad Hatter | Feb 20 2009, 02:27 AM Post #3 |
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Grace took in a deep breath, her heart thumping rhythmically with her strides. In that one deep inhale she smelled something that was odd. It was almost like a meta-humans scent but..twisted somehow. Her sharp teal eyes looked around her surroundings, unwrapping the layers of shadows as she dipped in and out of the moons light. The fine hairs on her arms bristled as she passed a rather dark patch of forest where the trees overgrowth seemed more out of control. Her slender frame slowed its pace into a creeping slink as a patch of moonlight broke through the tree tops and illuminated her figure before she disappeared back into the dark. She ducked under a low hanging branch before circling back towards the dark spot from behind. She hunkered down into the brush, pressing her palms into the moist cool dirt and listening intently to the sounds of the forest. There was the regular crackling of twigs that the forest was beautiful for but she heard more rustling than an empty forest should contain. One thing was for sure there was something out there and it was listening to her just as hard as she was listening to it. Heh. Alright, that sound could be classified as human, or atleast Meta-human. She pulled her hands back out of the dirt then brushed them off on the white cotton shorts she had been wearing. She glanced down at her palms and wiped the remnants of the caky dirt onto the creamy white sports bra she had kept on during her run. Inside she kicked herself for being so careless even though she thought she was alone she should have known better than to relay on her weak senses. After a few quick inhales she reasoned that it wasn't a Lycan, thank god. The fear that was rising in her slowly simmered down into calm again. She tucked her long boyish bangs behind her ears but as always the wisps of curled ends strayed back into her vision. Her frame started to move again, circling the back of the area she assumed the person was hiding in. She dodged in and out of the trees, leaves brushing her bare stomach as she passed them. Just what is out there is the question.. |
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| Azrael the Deathcharmer | Feb 21 2009, 04:58 PM Post #4 |
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And the chase was on. Mongrel had nothing to do, so he took after what he though was a totally naked girl. What crossed his mind was that it might be a wood nymph and well.... Nymph, seriously, what guy doesn't want to catch one? What should have crossed his mind is that it was something leading him to his doom, that he had accidentally walked into the Dark Forest and some shape shifting demoness was luring him into a trap. But hormones overrode rational thought and Mongrel gave chase. Mongrel dropped unto all fours, the rhythmic thumps he made when walking on solid ground returning and speeding like drums. THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!!!!! In the dark woods, he had keep on her tail to keep track of her, lacking any enhanced senses of his own to do so. |
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| Mad Hatter | Feb 23 2009, 02:23 AM Post #5 |
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THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!!!!! That simple little question was answered only seconds after it had drifted across her mind. Her answer came when whatever was watching started to chase after her, its loud foot falls behind her drowning out the shifting of the branches under her feet. The crashing of its obviously huge feet, wait paws? Hooves? Well whatever it was it was big and moving faster than she expected. She wanted to glance back so badly to look it in the face but she kept her teal eyes focused on monuvering inbetween the trees. Whats big, fast and runs in the woods? A Deer or a Demon? She picked up her speed, pale toned legs pumping as she broke through a line of bushes into a slightly clear patch of solid earth. Her eyes darted around looking for another patch of densely wooded area as her mind continued to process the situation. Hearing the pounding pace chasing behind her caused a funny feeling to wash over her, sending chills across her skin. The feeling that snaked through her flesh wasnt fear. What was there to be afraid of other than death and she wasnt even concerned about that. She had been running from things much bigger and badder than her since before she was 12. She felt in charge, determined, it was almost llike her resolve hard harderened and her focus sharpened. The frail girl dashed back into the bushes and waited for her chaser to come rushing out after her. |
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| Azrael the Deathcharmer | Feb 27 2009, 09:49 PM Post #6 |
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THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP... Thump.... thump...... thump...... Mongrel slowed to a stop when he noticed he had lost track of whoever he was chasing. He glanced about, expecting to see some clue of where she went and was. However, his senses were barely above a base line's and he had no means of tracking her except by sight alone. Standing in the clearing, it's form was made clear by the light of the moon. Towering at nearly eight feet, nine if you include the wicked curving horn on his head, he looked like a demon. Half of his face was red and mottled like one, with pure red eye glowing in its socket. The other half was beautiful and angelic, a human's blue eye donning the tea-colored skin. A cat's eye cyclopticly set itself in the forehead, frame by bangs of purple hair and reigning over the cat nose set in the middle. The torso was feathered, seemingly from a hundred thousand different birds. His right arm was like a cross between a gorilla with it's shape and a blue frog with it skin. The left was an amalgam of orangutan, porcupine and alligator. One legs looked like it came from a raptor and the other, strangely, looked like that of a werewolf's. Mongrel scratched the back of his head, "Damn..." |
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| Mad Hatter | Mar 1 2009, 04:15 PM Post #7 |
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Grace was hunkered down in the bushes, her breathing shallow and measured. Her eyes fell from the clearing to the moist dirt she waited in then slowly closed so she could try to concentrate better on her hearing. She drew in another deep breath and listened to the thumping sounds grow closer and slower. When the noise came to a stop her head lifted, long black bangs brushing her cheek and she opened her eyes to zero in on what exactly was following her. Thats when she saw it...him, whatever it was. Though she tried her damndest to not make a noise a surprised gasp traveled up her throat and past her pink lips. She clamped her mouth back shut and stared for a minute at the creature under the moons milky glow. Her sharp teal eyes looked over every inch of him, each strange size, shape and color spinning her into further confusion. As her gazed settled on the fur covered leg that resembled a Lycans an even more confused frown washed over her. What in the world....? Curiosity was starting to eat away at her logic and caused the slender girl to begin moving through the forest brush again. How odd that he couldn't smell the direction she had run. He obviously didn't have the heightened senses she did so atleast she was somewhat safer. She crouched lower to the ground moving as quietly and swiftly as possible circling the clearing. The leaves brushed her bare skin and the twigs crackling forced her to stop again behind him. She slowly rose up from her crouching position in the bushes and dusted her hands off on her now dirt covered legs. Peeking from behind a small tree that shaded her form she spoke clearly yet cautiously. "What are you chasing me for?" |
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| Azrael the Deathcharmer | Mar 10 2009, 06:17 PM Post #8 |
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"Mmmm, cause you're running and naked?" Mongrel said, as if it were obvious, "That, and I think you are a nymph. Are you a nymph?" The boy beast tilted his head, looking the girl shaded form over, more curious than afraid. His intentions for a nymph were obvious, but he didn't seem to be looking over her lustfully. As if sex were second to just figuring out what he was chasing precisely. |
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| Mad Hatter | Mar 18 2009, 09:07 AM Post #9 |
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Running naked? Who was running naked?! Her eyes darted away from him and down to her chest to inspect her bra then further down to the short sleeping shorts she had been wearing. She could see how he had presumed her naked, the nearly alabaster tone of her pale skin was close to the original white of her undergarments. Great Moon, I really need a tan.... She wasn't exactly naked though the clingy fabric of the pajamas she was wearing seemed uncomfortable now that she knew he was looking at her. She cleared her throat, suddenly thrown off balance by the fact that he was so obviously looking right at her and his assessment of her race. Nymphs were beautiful and graceful, she on the other hand was awkward and timid. Grace was her name true but, nymphs had ethereal beauty and that is where the comparison of her and nymphs ended. "No. I don't even look like a nymph." Her tone was flat as it floated in and out of the space between them but it held a confused quality that was unmistakable. Her pale hands pulled back the bushes a little more then she crept closer, teal eyes glancing at that one strangely Lycan-like leg. "Now the question is, what exactly are you? Are you a.....student?" Edited by Mad Hatter, Mar 18 2009, 09:15 AM.
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