I can't be tamed {Natsumi/open}

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It was cold and raining outside. A dark night as well. Zeta was walking through the streets looking for something to do. Her sisters had gone off to do their own thing, something that wasn’t common between the three of them, they did almost everything together. She stumbled upon an interesting place. It was full of life and ready to be attacked by her and her wild attitude.

Zeta walked through the door of the Erosion Night Club, with her head held high and that smirk on her face that she always had. Her favorite song blasting, and the lights flying about. People were, drinking, yelling, kissing and more or less as drunk as hell. So naturally she fit right in. Zeta went right over to the bar to get something to drink first. He hair was unusually up in a pony tail, the only times she ever wears her hair is when she is forced by a teacher or other faculty member. She was wearing skinny jeans, leather high healed boots and a leather jacket to match with a black t-shit. The rings on her fingers, gold, her necklace, gold with a blue-y green gem in the middle to match her eyes.

Once she had her favorite beer, Anchor Steam, and was read to party she stepped out onto the dance floor. Always one of her past times and her passion. She is that over the edge crazy, only from afar though. If you got to know her she has that contagious, way about her, but she manipulates and uses people to get her way. Get on her bad side and she will squash you like a bug, socially, mentally and Physically.

She stopped dancing. Something wasn’t right and she knew it. Someone was here that shouldn’t be. She was spinning around in the middle of the crowd. Zeta pushed her way out of the crowd and stood up on a table to get a better view. With people raving and lights flashing in her eyes, she could hardly see anything. She jumped down and muttered something to herself. With everyone in the way and people pushing, shoving, jumping, dancing and Music blaring, she couldn’t think or see straight. Someone suddenly poured beer onto her head. She snapped. She whipped around to see one of the grade ten girls and a boy she didn’t know, laughing his head off drunkenly. “What are you doing here.” She hissed, and it wasn’t a question it was a hard, mean statement.

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[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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It was starting -- and it came like a wave, slowly at the feet, a burning that began between the delicate curves of her toes and ran it's hot, wet tongue up the line of calf and hip; yes, yes, rising, rising, the tide coming up to claim the shore, and her body melting beneath it, molding beneath it. Saltiness never tasted so perfect as the cold clashed with the heat coiled in her body. She was on fire, fire, her heart racing, her fingers numb -- and it was just the beginning. The Wolf was taking control, but differently this time. Subjectively, cornering the girl like a beast, like prey and licking her face, licking her shoulder, her skin drenched under the hot, rough warmth of that call. Let's go, let's go, and the excitement was starting to change her, her history, her personality disappearing as the girl turned her face into the Wolf's mane and gave up her kindness, her shyness for one night of this delicious, molten pleasure.

Just the beginning as the dance began, as the steps were taken and the girl submitted, shifted into a new girl altogether -- at once wolf and human, at once sexual and pure: feral and natural. She smiled, her lips turning in a wolfish way -- the hunt was on, yes, yes, the hunt, the howl, the call -- it boiled in her blood, made her her body heat up in conflagration of her celebration. The Wolf walked in the human's body, staring out with pitiless black eyes, merciless black eyes -- so cold, so dispassionate, so judgmental, but the fire was there, just out of reach, burning her, burning you, trapped behind that call, that wall, that barrier. It ached to be touched by you, to melt into your hands.

Sixteen and supple, the girl was unaware of the danger, didn't care for any of it as she slipped into tight shorts, as the silk of her blouse slid over her skin with her a sigh: pale as her skin and ruffling around her body, draping in between her breasts. Androgynous body made womanly, slender vine curving beneath the draping contours of loose, thin material. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders is a black wild wave, stringy at the ends as she stuffed her shoes into her boots and smiled at the rain.

It came down soft and conviction-less, without much power -- slowly coming to a drizzle though the air kissed her skin with it's icicled lips. It didn't take long, no, not long at all for the Wolf to take her, for the Wolf to lead them, one foot in front of the other hips moving, smile vicious and cruel. Oh yes, it was time, for the hunt, for the smells -- this type of run was almost as precious as the other, this sort of immersion in love, in lust, in the impurity of human sweat; she shivered, shoulders hunching upward slightly as the girl slipped into the line, as she laced her fingers around a classmate's arm, as she smiled so harmless and sincere -- dear little girl with her eyes full of innocence, not batting an eyelash as she showed the fake ID, as she looked up at the bouncer through the curve of her lashes. So sweet, so humble -- but the music called to her, and the music would have it's hold on her.

The world narrowed down to sensations, sight disappearing in the flattering, flickering lights phosphorescent and electrifying above their heads. She slide through the crowd, feeling the song in her blood, feeling the rhythm slide through her very bones, turn her muscles to putty as hips suddenly dipped to the side, as palms flattened against side -- then down, down, down, and the music carried her. She danced with her body as viciously as she ran, every muscle tight and flexing, a powerful display of importance as she tilted her head back, inhaled the scent of human, of animal, of sweat pooling in between thighs, between arms and hands -- she imagined with her fluttering eyes, she lured with her twitching hips, with her swaying arms. She called, with her body, the Wolf roving from one corner of her to the next, dipping and swaying, living in the moment of this lustful display. Yes, yes, she was there, right on the edge, her little mouth pouty and smiling, her eyes heavy-lidded and glittering as she watched, she judged, she caught her prey.

Come to me she invited with each little motion of hip and leg, with the swaying motion of breast and shoulder -- she existed inside of the music, wholly part of it even as she reached out her hand and called to you. Come, come, and boys came their body sliding up against hers, and she rocked to their heat, to their heart beats, listening to the delicious fragility she felt under her finger tips as they slid up their chests, up their necks, smiled so wistfully as she slid and moved, as she became one, became all. Again, and again, as the music pulsed through her, as it continued, breathless and tantalizing -- sex grinding in the visceral reality of hips moving against hips, of hands sliding down, down, on her thighs, tugging up the line of her shorts before she teasingly twisted.

The Wolf glorified, taking control, panting laughter as the girl folded away, the shy little Rin gone, gone, under the onslaught of this perfection, this unity. Yes, yes -- and she spun and loved, as she felt in her soul this growing strength. They were hers, and the Wolf salivated -- so close, so close this rumbling scent, this --------- laughter brought her eyes to the side, brought attention around as the music rubbed up against her as powerfully as the scent of male. It slithered through her muscles, made her languorous and lazy with it as she stalked toward the laughter, curiosity in recognition, in watching as she approached. "Cat." her nose twitched, inhaling so sensually as she leaned into the woman, "Unmistakable stench. Rin smiled sweetly, but there was no human in her gaze, simply the Wolf enjoying this game as much as the other; if she had had fangs, they would have trembled in laughter between her lips, "Seemed you got into a little accident, old lady." Her eyes slid to the side, eyeing the others sidelong, "Need some help?" so teasing her voice, so confident, for one so small.

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tags;; Zeta
OOC;; hah, new side of Rin! I like it xD

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[katerinaversoki]

"No, I do not need any help, you filthy dog." Zeta hissed, slowly her eyes becoming the slits of cats. She took a step closer. "How are you even in here?" She smirked at the underage girl. She smelt her beer drenched hair, discussing. "Maybe you need a Beer shower. Might make you smell better?" She teased evilly, taking her hair out of it's once perfect pony tail. Her eyes now fully cat's eyes, pierced, or attempted to pierce the girls confidence, she couldn't tell if it had worked.
At that age, of Sixteen, only three years after her mother had died. She wouldn't have done this. She would have been silent and let this girl walk all over her. She has changed, she has become the hell hole where people come to die.

And Tonight was suppose to be a night of letting go, a night of trying to be nice and sweet, maybe even manipulative, a night to have fun and her way with people. This ▬ nuisance made it harder. Or did she make it easier?

Suddenly, Zeta was that mellow chick, that sweet and charming gal. Manipulating time! Although Zeta knew it was a huge chance she was going to take it. “So, what are you really doing here? Have fun or disobey the rules?” She asked as if she was impressed. Don’t let this dog get to you. Stay cool. She thought positively, but you could see the anger in her eyes. Like she was ready to go for the kill. Her energy was up and running, she was going to poop herself out by dancing and drinking the night away, or maybe by crushing this little one’s dreams and hopes. An irresistible chance, that was after all what made her tick, killing peoples hopes and dreams, and at times literally kill people.

“Come on. Let’s get something to drink!” She grabbed the girl’s hand and dragged her off to the bar. “Two, Keiths please.” As they waited she studied the way the girl looked her body movements. Think about how she could easily take her over. Jumps, kicks, slashes. Nothing came to mind at first. Then it clicked. Get her drunk. Could work, a long shot. Might take more effort then she hoped for but she was out for the fun of it. She touched her beer hair and sighed. The looked into the girl’s eyes, shocked.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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The music changed; the mood altered and it was as if her bones were melting, her muscles slipping off the tender fixtures and becoming something other; she was here, yes, before this haughty cat, standing in the face of all that nasty arrogance. Stench of beer, stench of cat, intermixed with the overriding scent of pheromones on the rise, pheromones slipping under her skin and forcing her libido to slip it's leash, to look at this tall, ugly girl with a little bit of an interest. Sexuality gathered in the forced pulsations of music, booming out through the raucous, squirming of flesh on flesh, as the dancing commenced, continued, ended and began all over again. She was at once there, and here, part woman, part wolf and none of it was in control -- all of it was slipping the chains of conformity, of adaptability and living in this spectacular present.

This present of cats, this present of booze harsh in her hair; sweet little smile turned a little further on the corners as she shifted, as she felt her heart going out to the music. No, no, she would not play this girl's game, for her game was one t hat had been written down years ago, and it was no fun, no fun at all; but she smiled regardless. Attention was already sliding the fun she had perceived no more than a hiccup of boredom that had grabbed the limelight for not spectacular reason at all. Rin was starting to realize why they had dumped beer on her in the first place. Uptight, stick in the mud, she seemed to be filling the arrogant, inelegant cliche of a cat to the extreme: boorish and predictable. What did the poor dear want, hm, hm? That smile, that wretched amused smile, turning the corners of her mouth, a glimpse of teeth, but no more; her eyes were sparkling, dancing, as if she could read the very thoughts that passed through the girl's head.

Anyone who tried to intimidate a wolf, especially this Wolf, this flirtatious, salacious Wolf, did not know who they dealt with. So often, she was misunderstood, mistaken for something weaker, easily swallowed: but the flower had thorns, and this Wolf would only play as long as she knew there was gain in the matter. This woman's ploys held no interest at all; she snorted through her nose, her hip sliding to the side, locking as her body poised on the edge of motion. Contained violence reverberated through her hands, through her shoulders as if she were a creature on the edge of pouncing. So close, this woman's smell, and she leaned in as she murmured insults -- her hand slid out delicate but firm on the woman's chin, leaning in as Rin licked up the line of the woman's cheek. "Hmm, tasty." and she laughed, unfettered and wild -- the edges of violence, and danger so quickly swarming her heart.

When her hand was grabbed, when she was pulled physically forward by the old hag, the Wolf, amused, followed, her thoughts on other darker, luscious things. On flesh pressed to her own, on thighs rocking back against crotch, on hands rubbing up along her body. Yes, yes, these were the things she had come for -- this release of the hunt, this whorish nature of the Wolf that Rin often denied. They were here for this, and nothing more; dully watching as the woman ordered a drink, Rin snorted again, that smile of condescension parting her lips as she tilted her head back to regard the woman with her dark, dark eyes. "How boring. If you're going to drag someone somewhere, at least have something fun in mind." derision and contempt curdled her gaze, nose wrinkling in disinterest as she sniffed at the drink, and then placed it back down.

Sliding closer to the woman, her smaller body easily slipped up close, tantalizing and mocking as she rose up onto her toes, "Let's hunt, shall we?" and she laughed again, moving away from the cat, looking over her should inquiringly. Shall we then? she thinks, a challenge, her eyes sparkling. The Wolf agreed: it was time to continue. Time to throw themselves into the heat, into the vibrations of lungs and heart, losing themselves to the pounding of human heart beats thrashing against her own. Yes, yes, let's lose ourselves -- and the rain continued to fall, unnoticed outside the building.

Within, the demon wolf was beginning to move, her fingers curling as she beckoned to the older woman. "Come here kitty, kitty." and she grinned, wolfish and violent, a thread of a growl rising up out of her throat. Yes, come stupid cat. She laughed, delightedly as the music enveloped her.

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word count;; 796
tags;; Zeta
OOC;; Jeez, she's asking for it XD

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[katerinaversoki]

This, monstrosity wants to fight me? She thought. She's in for a fight that she will remember, Forever. "Okay." Her eyes became narrow. She bared her teeth and growled.

She was up for anything at this point. Anything to get the energy out. Her manipulating didn't work, so she put on a face of her own. "You seem tense. Or maybe even afraid?" She literally hissed. "Either way. I like to know the names of my victims and I want them to know mine, So they never forget. I'm Zeta." She smiled a wide smile, that spread from ear to ear. She slowly took steeps foreword, with that evil heartbreaking, confident wrecking smile. Her eyes, still narrow, but they sparkled with a death sentence for Rin, that was sure to be fulfilled.

Her hands become small balls of pure fists and furry. She knew Rin was most likely not in control, like she. Although her heart wasn't racing like it should, like when she's about to accomplish something, she was Not in the mood maybe. Something just wasn't right about all of this and She had to figure it out.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Think this through first Ze! She said to herself. Only attack if she does. She continued to repeat in her head. Zeta was close to bursting out into her Sassy Lioness-self. Hold it together! She told herself taking a deep breath in.

Her eyes at that very moment had become wider then the moon, suddenly they went back to slits. "Ready?" She asked more confidently then she should have. She stood tall and strong, not letting a hint of uncertainly be shown. Her eyes, began to believe that she was confident and showed the partial lie. She didn't take her eyes off Rin. "I'm thinking we should take this outside. Non?" She asked with an attitude that said, 'Ready to die?' Her eyes shifted about the crowd, no one was paying attention to them.

She walked up to Rin and looked down at her. "So?" She asked, being a total bitch, with that smile, the way she was standing and how she looked at Rin. She was hoping for some kind of outraged or afraid reaction. A silence was over the both of them. She didn't want to break it, she had already said too much.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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Oh God the music, it was as delicious as blood on the tongue, forcing her to move, forcing her to yearn for bodies pressed against her, to move her own body in delicious, lithe trembles -- her skin is soft, slick with the sweat of others. She has no interest in drinking, no interest in anything but dancing, but the music, and this girl, so strange, so angry was just a treat that she could not let go of; the Wolf grinned, it's fangs glistening red with the blood she would draw. So foolish, this older woman, so strange, to follow this inevitable lead. She was Alpha, she was Omnipotent -- the other could talk and stalk, and wave her claws around, but who was following who? Who led this delightful dance? Who was the one who coaxed with her actions, who chose the very steps this woman was following? Rin, darling, precious -- ugly -- Rin was falling into the darkest parts of herself. She was swallowing that darkness, becoming a singular obsession, a singular hunger.

The Wolf had swallowed her, and she was nestled in it's stomach, listening to the throbbing of it's heart beating against her tongue; the other's wasn't beating fast enough, wasn't angry enough, lustful enough. The manipulation had just begun, and it had nothing to do with deceit. With truth, yes, with truth, this dance would continue, their lines drawn heavily in blood. Enemies at first glance, though it was not something so terrible as that. The cougar could hate her - ha, ha! - but Rin felt nothing toward her but amusement, but that little bit of motion sickness, that comes when you've been spinning to fast and suddenly stopped. Come on, little kitten, come to the big bad wolf, come join hands, hips, and breath, lets dance, poised on the edge of ethereal madness as the other half comes and takes control.

She was gone, already, her consciousness disappearing under the salacious wave of sexuality that was evoked by the beat of the music, of the scent of male, and female commingled together. Was this the season for fucking? She didn't care, knew it didn't matter who's skin she licked her tongue up along; whose sweat it was she'd taste on her skin -- her eyes sparkled, with mischief, this impossible confidence stemmed from the Wolf, solely from that all-consuming fire.

The Wolf called, and the cougar must follow. So many words, so many faces, so many different lies slipping clumsily out of her mouth, but Rin, but Wolf could smell truth from lie, knew from the pheromones in the air that the woman was full of rage, was full of energy she could not let go of. So let's play a game, shall we? Why fight, when there was a better game afoot? Tsk, tsk, little kitty batting at a prize too eagerly, letting it know of your desire. If it knows, why would it linger? Clumsy hunter, head too fuzzy to think straight. Rin grinned as she stepped back, and back, hips slipping sideways to sway to the music, rocking, rocking, a pendulum of sexuality dripping from curves, from the bare skin flashing through the folds of shirt, and the exposure of her legs. Muscles rippled, shadows gathering in the tendons as muscles rolled, as she moved her body to the music.

So many words, so many worries hidden under lies -- why not speak truth? There was no worry in the Wolf, for the Wolf was confident in her power, had already tasted of blood, of victory on this island. What was one more female under her? Claimed by her? Hah, hah! Ready? I'm thinking we should take this outside. Non? So?

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Rin laughed, unfettered and amused as she leaned forward slightly, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she clucked at Zeta, disapproving of her eagerness. Why rush the hunt? Why rush something that should be drawn out and enjoyed? So quick the first victory, the Wolf was intent on enjoying this one, intent on drawing out each little bit of pain, of ecstasy. Lips curling ever so slightly, she straightened, took another step back and lifted a finger to her lips, "Since I'm the prize, I think you should work for it a little bit, don't you think?" that taunting, amused smile, that god damned confidence twisted the very edges in a cynical, challenging way. Can you be patient, or will you be a child rushing forward to grab what you can't even match? Oh Rin was playing with fire, and it was a perfect thing for this mood, this little moonless, cloudy night. She was not herself this night, and it was alright, it was alright because she had people like Zeta to keep her company, people who would fall under her spell and follow her when they were safer leaving her alone.

Sticking out her tongue playfully, Rin slipped into the crowd of men and women, of students, calling back to the cat, "If you can catch me, I'll gladly give you your victim's name." and she laughed as she pressed in against a guy's body, her body writhing, slippery as oil as she seemed to melt against him and move on, constantly rubbing up against another, obscuring scents, sharing heartbeats. The music engulfed her, became her, made her blood run dry and replace it with the adrenaline as potent as alcohol. Drunk, and teetering on the combination of lusts and scents, she slipped round and round, never staying too long as she kept her heavy-lidded, smokey eyes on the cat. Come get me, kitty, kitty, she thinks, her lips lifting up in a sneer of condescension, quickly fading under the tide of slick hands slipping over her body, of bodies rocking against her. It was like being amongst pack, amongst life, and she treasured it, hording this unity against her rapidly beating heart, knowing, knowing the storm was coming, knowing it was coming to snuff out her life, or face humiliation as a coward.
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word count;; 1009
tags;; Zeta-kins
OOC;; hahaha, I frickin' LOVE this side of Rin.

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