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Post by zu on Jan 31, 2010 21:47:53 GMT -5
An empty corridor, and many cells filled the vision of Ms. Jacklyn the she wolf. Her brown orbs searched warily for any sign of movement.
'Nothing yet...' She thought.
Her feet were placed apart and she readied herself for anything. Jackie was standing at the end of the hall, listening, waiting. She closed her eyes and focused her hearing. There was a scurrying of a rat in the next room, and the purring of a cat also.
These cells had once held thousands of prisoners. Countless numbers of murderers, rapists, thieves.
Theives.
The other gang in this area, and she was invading their territory. She was part of the assasins, because she loved the thrill of the kill. It always sent her into a frenzy when thick, dark, warm blood ran through her fingers.
Oh, how she missed the feel of the crimson liquid in her hands. She imaged blood running down her fore arms and dripping off her elbows. A time when she would just engulf her arms into her prey and swim in it's crimson elegance.
Blood. The sweet plasma that sustained life. Jackie put herself on edge, thinking about what she had done before. It happened not long ago, the gypsy troup she was traveling with found out about her shapeshifting secret. It had been on the night she was devouring a small meak human child who had lost their way in the woods. That was when the head of the gypsy saw her and panicked.
She recalled the feeling of the blood in her mouth, the flesh dangling from her wolf lips.
She heard light footsteps, and her eyes snapped open.
"Someone's coming..." She whispered.
Ducking against a nearby wall, she steadied herself in a stance that was ready for to jump, transform, and go in for the kill. She felt terribly sorry for the poor, poor creature. It's life would soon slip from existence.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Feb 1, 2010 3:02:06 GMT -5
Dust and cobwebs adorned the prison halls, hanging like elegant decorations in corners and on any bare surface. Up and down the walls ran spidery, intricate cracks, criss-crossing over various stains that mottled the surface of the wall. Nolan grinned in excitement, taking his time to inspect every spooky inch of the abandoned building. It was exactly his cup of tea; a dark, eerie place with some history to it. His thin-fingered hand ghosted over a particularly red stain, and his smart black shoes made a quiet tapping noise against the cold floor. He even hummed snatches of a vague, creepy song, his soft voice echoing in the empty corridor.
A few moments into his solitary stroll, Nolan heard a very odd noise. It sounded similar to the soft scuffling of rubber against cement, like someone's tennis shoes against a bare floor. Nolan stopped his walk immediately, staring eerily in the direction he heard it come from. It was very faint, and at first, he wondered if he had imagined it...but after a few seconds of silence, he picked up on the light sound of even, controlled breathing. The usually inaudible noise was magnified by the emptiness of the building, and the possum shifter was able to catch it.
"Hello?" called the boy softly, breaking the near silence in the prison. His voice carried a little ways down the hall, loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough to be unobtrusive. He was interested in seeing who was also in the building, and he vaguely wondered if they would become his next victim...brushing the thought aside, he took a careful step towards the supposed source of the scuffling.
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Post by zu on Feb 1, 2010 3:22:38 GMT -5
Jackie heard the multiple footsteps just down the hall. She flattened herself against the wall even more and she inhaled through her nose, taking in the dark scent. This creature smelled like a male, a young male at that. She sniffed quietly.
'Definatly male...maybe....fourteen?'
Inhaling one last time, she let the scent register. Opossum. He was a possum.
'Okay, then...easy prey.'
Jacklyn steadied herself on all fours, ready to attack at any given moment. She had changed into her wolf form yet, but her body was craving for that sweet, young flesh grinding between her teeth, and the blood trailing out the sides of her mouth. She nearly drew herself over the edge with that thought, and almost jumped out to early.
The foot step were now roaming closer. She quietly shifted her demin mini skirt across her legs so she'd have more room to jump and attack. Plus, she didn't like to ruin her clothes while transforming. That is why she customly made her outfit to fit her body just right, so that way she'd never shred her clothes upon transformation.
The steps were closer now. She threw her long light brown hair over her shoulder and her eyes trailed along the floor, watching for any shadows. The adrenaline pulsed through her veins as she awaited for the boy.
She would kill pretty soon, and her blood lust made the wait even worse. The thrill of tearing into the flesh of a living thing with her teeth and blood gushing onto the ground, spilling around her. Pure satisfaction.
"C'mon, little prey. Come closer"
A low, barbaric growl formed in her throat and her claws dug into the waground beneath her, leaving scratch trails.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Feb 3, 2010 17:50:40 GMT -5
((Jacklyn must have one HECK of a sense of smell in human form.))
"C'mon, little prey. Come closer"
Nolan immediately stopped his advance, standing frozen in his half-step position. He blinked a few times, then stood up straight. He removed the top hat that sat on his snowy blond hair, and his cold gray eyes stared intently at the direction of the low, snarling voice. Hand clenched tightly to the brim of his hat, he spoke. "No, I don't think I will." With that, he took off running in the opposite direction.
Nolan was not a stupid kid. He adored the world of the eerie and dark, but he had enough common sense to run when something threatened him. The voice, which sounded female, had a hungry, bloodthirsty element to it, and he certainly did not want to stick around to find out what she wanted to do to him. He skidded around a dusty, worn corner and turned sharply into a new hallway. It had definitely sounded like it wanted to devour him - this sudden revelation made him imagine sharp animal fangs digging into his flesh, and strong jaws crunching his bones. "What an unpleasant fate!" he gasped aloud, feeling oddly giddy about possibly being chased.
Suddenly, something occurred to him - what if he WAS being chased? The female creature, if she had a physical form, would catch up to him as soon as he had to stop for a breather. He was approaching that point quickly, too; his breaths came out in ragged gasps, and he could feel his lungs burn with cold fire. His mind worked quickly, formulating a plan to escape his demise...and he grinned evilly as the perfect thing popped into his thoughts.
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Post by zu on Feb 8, 2010 20:41:45 GMT -5
((Oh, she does. It amazes people. xD))
Still steadied on all fours, the little steps came closer. She leaned forward, ready to change. But something changed...
The boy was running. Running away in the other direction. Jacklyn smiled in amusement,
"You can run all you want...but you won't get far."
Time slowed for her, and her nails grew quickly and her wolf ears split through her scalp. Her face twisted and bones crunched in refusual at the change. Her skin warmed dramatically and golden fur grew to her skin, attatching itself. Her tail shot out from her lower back and she dug her claws into the ground.
She settled for mere seconds before taking off in the direction of the boy. Turning a corner, her nails left gaping, ruptured, creveses in the ground as her back paws kept up with her front paws easilly. Her golden eyes had turned liquid and savage.
Her adrenaline pulesed beneath her skin as she raced to catch her prey. Rounding one other corner, she spotted him just down the hall.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Feb 8, 2010 21:09:37 GMT -5
Nolan stopped running at the end of a strange hallway, one filled with cobwebs and shadows. A triumphant smirk found its way onto his lips; this wasn't an ordinary hallway. Deep in the dark, secret parts of the room ahead were cells, used to hold prisoners when the prison was still open. Their bars were rusted and covered with dust now, but they held strong as Nolan walked over and tapped on them with his knuckles. The sound of the metal holding filled the quiet building - it was like music to the young boy's ears. He opened the cell door with a piercing, unpleasant shriek, then stepped in front of the cell in accordance to his plan.
Not long after his set up, Nolan heard the sickening noise of something digging into solid concrete. A shudder wracked his thin frame; it was probably the creature's claws as she made her way towards him. In a few seconds, he saw that he was right - standing at the end of the hallway was a beautifully golden wolf, eyes practically dripping with bloodlust as she made her way towards him.
Alright, stay calm, the 'possum shifter thought, taking deep, slow breaths. He stood at his full height, though it wasn't very intimidating, and he pulled the brim of his hat down closer to his eyes. With a creepy smile on his face, half submerged in shadow, he looked quite dark indeed. Even though he looked collected and foreboding, he was really shaking like a leaf. She'll lunge, and you'll be fine. Just don't mess up. He was grimly aware of what would happen if he failed - she would rip his throat out in an instant. I can't let that happen. Taking another deep, shuddering breath, he looked the shewolf in the eye and smiled.
"Well, have at me."
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