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[viveka]

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[atrb=background,http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/2272/vivtablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking If there were any words vile enough for her current state, they had yet to grace Viv’s ears. She ached, she was tired, and even if she had wanted to eat, she had dragged her sorry ass to what was apparently the least populated area of Everfrost. The lack of company wasn’t a problem, but the lack of food might have been if she didn’t feel so awful. Even thinking about eating made her middle cramp in protest; she was not going to test her body on this one. The stink of her heat reached her nostrils and the female grimaced; though she could use her magic to hide it, there was no point; nobody was here. Besides, it would hurt like hell if she did and putting that sort of strain on her body when it was already in pain… she could take it, but it would be a stupid idea. She knew better than to put unnecessary strain on herself, especially when she might have to fight later. Viv never trusted anyone, so if anybody did happen along she would have to be ready to fight him off. If it were a female, all she would have to do was bare her teeth and the bitch would more than likely run off with her tail between her legs; females were weak and far too pathetic to actually present a challenge. Viv’s ears twitched atop her head as she listened to the forest around her. For someplace that looked so dead, there were an awful lot of sounds; she couldn’t have relaxed even if she were the type who would do so. The smells of earth and charred wood made her stomach churn and the female forced herself up, fully intending to leave, but her legs felt weak and she sank back to the ground. Carefully, she shifted so that she could lay on her side as a soft, pitiful whimper left her lips. Every part of her either felt like she was being raked with many claws – a feeling she was familiar enough with that she could give an accurate comparison, at least – or was just plain tired. It was as if she had gotten into a fight and run all day, but at the same time. To put it lightly, it sucked. Father would have called her weak, pathetic, disgusting. He would have called her a lot of things. He was dead; she had watched the bastard bleed out, heard his last breath, and watched as the curse that was his life faded from his eyes. She had even been the one to kill him, wouldn’t he be proud? The female snorted, the sound managing to capture some subtle quality that made it sound male despite her sex; that brute wouldn’t have been proud, even if she had been the one to kill her pathetic excuse for a brother. He wanted a son and, despite her magic, she would always come up lacking. Saying she had daddy issues would be putting it lightly, to be sure; his training was so thoroughly drilled into her head that she could actually hear the bastard barking orders at her sometimes. That son of a bitch still wouldn’t leave her alone. Her head hurt from a lack of water and her stomach growled with hunger she refused to sate. This was her punishment for being born this way; this was her penance. to;; anyone muse;; could be worse thoughts;; I don't love this, but it'll do xD I need to get a feel for Viv again; it's been a while since I played her. words;; 569

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[»rosto]

Rosto's Wrath

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The ground was hot beneath his paws. Okay, maybe hot wasn’t the right word, but it was the first thing that went through his head. More like it was a mild bother to walk on. Especially when he encountered rocks and other things that seemed to hold in the heat that radiated from the sun. Rosto’s feet dance over the surface, keeping away from the rocks as best he could. However, he wasn’t always that lucky. He yelled as he stepped on an extra hot one and dropped down into a crouch as he scolded himself internally. Yup, sometimes he was just a plain idiot. Really, he wondered about himself at times, seeing as more often than not, he was running into something. Well, whatever. The world could get over its spitefulness of him. Snorting disdainfully, he marched onward, rising from his crouch to pretty much strut through this place. Paws beat the path that lay before him with a steady drumming sound. His tail raised high with both pride and determination. He would go where no wolf had gone before. Wait. . . Hadn’t he already done that? Yes, he had. Because he was blind he’d gone many places no wolf went, like rolling down a hill into a thorn bush. Yeah, no wolf had been there before.

Sighing, he shook those sad, depressing thoughts away and moved deeper and deeper into what he had come to discover to be woods. Yes, woods. More like a forest really, but who cared about the scientific name of it all. Rosto just got over it all and kind of did something really stupid. He took off at a run through the forest. He just wanted a break from this blurred world, giving it a real reason to be blurry even if it was more so than normal. His feet thumped against the ground steadily. Rosto’s tongue lulled out the side of his mouth and well, he got distracted by the sight or rather blur of another wolf and well, everyone knows what happens when a nearly blind wolf doesn’t watch where he’s going. Face first into a tree and then flat on his back. That is exactly where Rosto ended up. He lay there for a moment, totally dazed before he rolled over and lay there, blinking slowly. Oh wow. That had to be the greatest and most epic failure of his entire life. Glancing around he caught sight of that other wolf once more and a stupid grin overcame his face.

That’s when he pricked his ears of and realized that this wolf was not okay. Not right now anyways. Rising slowly, he made his way toward the male? At least he thought it was another male, but the closer he got the more he didn’t think that was too likely. Still, he wasn’t about to place a gender on it without knowing for sure. Dipping his head down in a sort of submissive way he tilted his head to the side, “Are you alright?” The words were soft, but smooth as red wine and silk sheets. Rosto was careful to keep a safe distance away, but he was concerned and though many didn’t like concern from someone like him, he couldn’t help himself. He had a soft soul at times and the pain of others naturally drew his attention and earned just about anyone his sympathy. So long as he wasn’t being pitied he didn’t mind someone asking him if he was alright, but when there was pity in their tone, that would best watch out or they might lose their life to his deadly fangs.

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words -- 607
notes -- you got lucky, I used my favorite means of describing the sound of Rosto's voice and I almost never use it. x D
muse -- good

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[atrb=background,http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/2272/vivtablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking Viv was sprawled out in a particularly pitiful manner when another wolf ran past. She caught just enough of his scent to tell he was male before she jerked her body into a standing position and managed to make the pain that radiated from her curse of a uterus even worse. Her hackles rose and she snarled, though that stopped abruptly when the idiot slammed into a tree; instead of snarling, an uncharacteristic chuckle left her then. That stopped as well, however, when he grinned at her. What the hell was he doing? Why was he coming closer? The female’s entire body shook with apprehension and her muscles were far more tense than they should have been given her current state. Her lips curled back and she only held in her snarl because she wanted to know what he wanted. But oh, how interesting! His eyes were clouded over; no wonder he ran into that tree. Viv rolled her eyes; what could this idiot possibly want? His submissive posture was the last straw and she drew herself up as big as she could, without regard to the nearly crippling pain that coursed through her. Her black fur bristled and she glared at him, her crimson eyes flashing in the light, “Fuck off, male,” she spat; her distaste for his sex was clear enough. He shouldn’t have stopped and he sure as hell shouldn’t have spoken to her. You should never show kindness or compassion or weakness of any sort. She was already disgusted with herself for being so weak at the moment; that was why she hadn’t eaten since her damned heat had started. If he came any closer, she would attack him whether she could actually physically handle a fight or not; no way in Hell was she letting a male close enough to take advantage of her weakness. She had been taught since the beginning that her femaleness made her weak; she wasn’t going to let this stranger exploit that. Just because she couldn’t use her magic to appear male didn’t mean that she was suddenly going to turn into a blushing, doe-eyed femme; she sometimes wanted pups, sometimes wanted to take care of someone, and she knew that that was because she had been born a gods-damned female. If she had been born male like she was supposed to have been, those bothersome urges wouldn’t plague her. It wasn’t as if she really had the energy to fight; she didn’t. She was tired and sore and wanted to curl up and sleep until it went away. That didn’t sit well with her, though, and she was irritable to start with; the idea of simply giving in was more than upsetting to her. Her father had done far well when it came to teaching her some things and this happened to be one of them; you never gave up without a fight. Even if you wanted something, you shouldn’t ever actually show it. She had to look dangerous, she had to look strong. Her breathing was a little too labored, though, and despite the steely glare she was directing his way her face betrayed just a tiny amount of the pain she was in; she couldn’t hide it all because it was just too much. She was still quite a frightening sight, though; her dark fur and red eyes rarely inspired feelings of trust and comfort in others and that was perfectly okay. If anyone actually trusted her, she would have probably despised them anyway. to;; Rosto muse;; Pretty good~ thoughts;; Ehehe, poor guy xD And I loved that description o.o -wants to pet his voice- words;; 584

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[»rosto]

Rosto's Wrath

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This female was by far the rudest female he’d ever met. Snarling at another when they hadn’t so much as laid a paw on you was just horrible. Well, it wasn’t really because he’d seen it more than once in his life and it had happened to him and his father. Rosto’s ears flickered forward and then back, pinning to his skull. He bared his own fangs, he rose from his submissive position and stood tall and proud. Using his magic, he could tell he was bigger than her and well, that was an advantage he wasn’t about to let up on. Stepping forward he got snapped his teeth at her once, not close enough to actually hit her, but close enough to say he wasn’t about to put up with her bullshit. Rosto had never been a cute, adorable female accessory. No, he was a ruthless warrior whether most knew it or not. Claws dug into the ground and he braced himself against the urge to launch himself at her. No, it wasn’t right to attack a female who obviously was not totally right in the head. Well, maybe that wasn’t fair, but this female had lashed out at him for no reason. He couldn’t tolerate that.

Rosto looked her up and down, ignoring that totally male urge in him. No, it wouldn’t be right. He was raised to have manners, unlike some brutes in this world. Taking in a deep calming breath, Rosto lowered his lips and looked at her. Yes, he looked at her head on only because he could see her warm body with the thermal sight that he had. A slow smile slide over his features, even though it was obviously forced. “Really, is that anyway to talk to a stranger who was only concerned about your well being?” The words came out a question, but were really a sharp demand. It wasn’t totally uncommon for Rosto to get aggressive seeing as his temperament was not a mild one. Though his posture was relaxed, there was an evident power in him now. Sure, he’d been screwing around and playing nice earlier, but now if she decided to come after him, she would have a fight on her paws and not one that he thought she could win. He may have been basically sightless, but his thermal vision was not at fault in the least, he’d rip her limb from limb if he had to.

Watching her, he thought about how to phrase his next question, choosing his words carefully. He wasn’t about to say something stupid and provoke her into coming after him. It wasn’t that he was scared of a fight; he just didn’t like the idea of having blood on his paws right now. Letting out a sigh of a breath, Rosto spoke slowly and evenly, “Now, will you tell me if you are alright or not? And I don’t mean that as in you don’t get to answer, I mean that you have to answer.” A soft chuckle passed his lips before he could stop himself and he waited. That was what he was good at, waiting for some kind of answer and if he didn’t get it, well, he would follow you until he found out himself. It was just his protective nature getting the best of him since she’d, yes he’d come to the conclusion that it was a she not just be her looks, but also by her scent, been laying on the ground looking about ready to die. So, he knew this weighting game and he always won the waiting game. Always.

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words -- 604
notes -- not such a poor guy now huh?
muse -- good

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[atrb=background,http://img845.imageshack.us/img845/2272/vivtablemid.png] text - "talking" - thinking Her ears were flat against her head when he snapped at her and Viv took the chance to snap back. She dug her claws into the ground and braced herself, not willing to give him the chance to attack without her being prepared for that. Since he stopped snarling at her, however, the faintest hint of confusion flickered across her features. The idea that he would simply stop made no sense to her and it was enough to knock her back from her need to fight as well, dumbfounded by his sudden lack of aggression. Her hormones were out of control; she could feel the urge to cry bubbling up inside her and there was no need for it. She didn’t cry! The black female would have snarled again, but held her tongue; at the moment, Viv was far more interested in the completely out of place smile on the male’s face. Her lips peeled back slightly and she gave him a warning growl. If he thought he was going to take advantage of her... He’s not talking about making pups, you idiot. Instead, she shook her head and tried to pay attention. It was surprisingly hard when her body was apparently bent on procreating. When she finally registered what he was talking about, she gave a harsh laugh, “It is exactly how I should treat a stranger, especially one who shows that sort of weakness.” When she spoke, she didn’t speak in the sugar-coated, toxic way that females had; she spoke bluntly and she didn’t bother distracting from the jab she intended for him. Her voice was lower than most females, as it should be; she had worked very hard to sound like a male, after all. It was a higher tone than most adult males, but it had an androgynous quality to it that had at least satisfied her father. It was laced with dislike, even though she had stopped snarling, and it was clear that she didn’t trust him a bit. His stated intentions only proved to her that he wasn’t worth her time, as if his handicap hadn’t done that already. He was weak; even if she had given in to her body’s desire for pups, he would have been her absolute last pick for their sire. His next question received a glare and a growl, “That’s none of your concern, male.” She remained standing, though her body protested; it hurt and she could feel the nausea returning from wherever it had gone before. If she had wanted to eat, she couldn’t have at that point; since she didn’t want to, however, it didn’t really make much of a difference. If anything, it only encouraged her to punish her body further; it was her body’s fault that she was so weak in the first place. Viv’s sides quivered slightly with each breath and her eyes were fixed firmly on the male’s face, not allowing a single movement to escape her notice. She wouldn’t have trusted him on her best day and this was most definitely not her best day. Since the female was so focused on protecting herself from any potential attack, she accidentally conjured a force field in front of her; it was a thin, invisible wall that blocked her front from attack if he chose to do so. The use of magic, however unintentional it was, shot a binding pain through her body and she collapsed. Fuck... Her eyes wouldn’t even open, though she slowly became aware of being on the ground; her body was in a position that could be described as uncomfortable. Her head had cracked against the ground fairly hard, though she could already feel that getting better. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to move. Since she didn’t realize she’d made the force field, she couldn’t make it go away; though it should have dissolved with the brief lapse of concentration, it remained because of her determination to protect herself and that meant that the nearly intolerable pain remained as well. Since she didn’t know about her newest power, however, she was utterly confused; she wasn’t using her illusions because she knew better and she certainly wasn’t healing herself. The healing sometimes happened without her realizing it, but until she’d fallen she hadn’t had anything that needed to be healed. That power, however, didn’t seem to hurt nearly so much. Viv figured that was because it was often an automatic thing; if she had focused on using it, it may well have hurt just as badly. “Son of a bitch...” she muttered, trying to stand up despite the pain. It didn’t work very well, but she at least managed to get herself arranged in a more comfortable laying position. “I’m fine.” She stated defiantly, going right back to glaring at him. The confusion that she had on her face earlier was gone and she was as defensive as ever, despite what had just happened. As much as she hurt in that moment, she wasn’t about to let him think for an instant that he would get away with trying anything. to;; Rosto muse;; Awesome~ thoughts;; Hehe, I still think he's a poor guy; he's getting to deal with all of this. I forgot that Viv still needed to discover her force fields though and since this is the most painful way to do so, you know I had to xD; words;; 844

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