Natsumi Sayuri
Vocal Music
Grade 10
An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist, but {ordinary} is just not good enough t o d a y
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Post by Natsumi Sayuri on Jun 24, 2010 22:36:01 GMT -4
Everything was falling apart, crumbling in the palms of her hands. While others thrived, others lived, created memories, Rin was creating nightmares. She stumbled from one disaster to the next, her emotions strung out for viewing pleasure, injuries riddling her skin, marking her more fiercely as outcast than anything else she had ever done. What did she have? A lot of tattered clothes. Red, angry lines running down her back where her wounds were just beginning to close, a scar that curved up the line of her flank, bruises on her legs when she had fallen; hunger knotted her stomach but it was nothing to the misery. She was in shambles, rusting from the inside out as if she would one day wake up and her tears would become oil, would be a contamination.
She was going to be locked up soon -- she knew it, felt it in her bones, and it frightened her: it agitated the Wolf who was proud of her scars. It meant she was alive, it meant she had won her battle against Death. Who knew what that cat had done to her once she lost her memory? Had he won? She had woken up alone. Alone... so fucking alone -- and who could she run to?
Rin bit her lower lip hard against the pain which unfurled itself in her heart. Mura, you fucking bastard. This little girl wasn't innocent and beautiful, she wasn't tall and thoughtful: she didn't have bouncing, beautiful hair, or wide, perceptive eyes, but she was just as real, just as genuine. Was it so wrong to look at her? What had she done?
A shadow of anger squirmed in her gut, but Rin fought it off with sheer immensity of her misery. She was in pain, outside and inside, her mind revolting against the need to run, to stretch her body to the max: Queen of pain, queen of death -- Mura called himself Death's incarnate, but what was he but controlled motions? He acted as death, but he warmed up to that girl real quick, didn't he? The Wolf snorted, ears flicking back as the girl's arms wrapped around her middle, as she shuffled forward, following the stray scent of food, yes -- might as well fill her stomach.
Strength was personified in the way she walked: her head head upright, her body smoothing out, refusing to curl up and be cowardly. The walls watched her, the world held it's breath as watched her, not knowing that every time she moved, she felt her skin itch and pull; every time she thought about it, she thought of Murazar coming up behind her in the store -- his anger had strengthened her, and now without it, devoid of any support, moral or physical she was left alone.
Yet there were so many people she had come to know at the school -- so many incidents that had led to heart break, to pain, to happiness: so many little poisonous words lashed at her. These things she remembered to keep herself upright, knowing the moment she succumbed to the full force of the misery, the hungry anger nestled beneath her heart would unleash itself. The Wolf would become untethered, untouched by the girl's pleas, and she would run rampant. It is better that way, -- the Wolf, voiceless creature... she speaks in emotions, and it is a powerful thing to be suffocated under that heavy persuasion. Rin opens the door to the cafeteria, hit between the eyes with the full brunt of all those chaotic smells. Too terrible, this agony, this knotting of confusion and the headache which coiled between her temples.
Bad, bad, bad -- this was Fate telling her back away, to run away before she destroyed the last precious thing she had. Rin could not know this, and so, ignoring the pain in her head, the pain in her back, ignoring everything but the space before her, she darted between people, going for the line, for the people who would be safer disappearing than remaining where they were. Small little nymph, at five foot nothing, and not even weighing in a hundred pounds -- she skirted the crowd of giants, her black hair bouncing and wild, a ghost of laughter slipping over her lips as she smiled, ever so slightly. She was too uncontainable to be kept under the weight of misery for too long: eventually the flower will burst free of the winter's snow. Eventually Rin will raise her eyes and smile in mischief, reach out to the world which shunned her time and time again. It didn't matter, she always got back up and moved on forward. It didn't matter, because under that dreadful tyranny of the Wolf, under that void of cruelty, and that temperamental maelstrom swirling about in her heart, Rin was a precious gem, glittering in the dark. She stood on the line, waiting for food, but it wasn't food that Rin was really waiting for.
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tags;; Etta, Mura
OOC;; ^-^Yahtzee...please don't post!
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Post by roselynfrizroy on Jun 24, 2010 23:44:07 GMT -4
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As a matter of fact that was who she was thinking of. She couldn't wait for her sociology classes or sitting at a table with him talking and only him. She somewhat wanted to be with him more if, he meant not shifting. But that wasn't the only reason, the main reason was that he was the most perfect guy in the world for her. Classy and old fashioned that is what she liked most about him. He understood her more then anyone else and they both had that glazed look of 'look how fake I'm acting' but people still thought it was real! Her hair was still a little lighter then usual from it turning white the day before. She sighed.
She could smell the soup, cream of mushroom. Her favorite she held bag close to her. Something didn't feel right, it was as if someone was watching her. She looked behind her and Rin was looking right at her with a death glare. Maybe today wasn't the best day to get soup. She walked towards the doors but even that wouldn't save her from Rin, She knew that, but she'd rather not find out what could happen of Rin got near her. She walked faster but she could hear foot steps behind her. She ran but not fast enough. She was jumped, they were fighting and Etta wasn't going to give in. She let the wolf take over completely and she ripped out of her skin and there she was full out wolf. Etta pushed Rin off and growled with narrowed eyes. Bring it. She growled. Wanting nothing more then to kill and conquer. Make Rin suffer. Etta was going to give it her all.
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Murazar Dauthi
Sociology
Self Defense 103-104
The Shadow of Death
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Post by Murazar Dauthi on Jun 25, 2010 1:14:05 GMT -4
Murazar stopped in the hall and closed his eyes for a moment, he felt...Blood lust, crimson delight, death, it was in the air. A presence, an aura. It was one of the hard earned things you learned and owned for life when you spent too much time in combat. In Death, I was born the shadow of death. Now whos fighting?He growled as he decided to hell with it, he'd shift into a fox and charge out there to see if necessary. He flipped out his cell phone and gave the principal a short call to leave the situation to him. Being understanding of how capable he was of handling it was left to him. Shortly afterward kids were pouring out of the way from the cafeteria. His first thought was etta and then rin popped into his mind. He knew no other person who would do that. No one in the school was crazy enough to fight right in the cafeteria. There was no advantage there. He shifted into the visage of the black, battle-scarred fox he was. He really looked like death, the Shadow of Death. He charged through the running students towards and into the cafeteria. Once in he stopped to look at etta and rin, he shook off the clothes that still clung to his smaller yet just as muscular form. He yipped loudly knowing they couldn't understand him, but the tone of it was clear. Stop. Was the message, if not he'd get involved. He was right now going to play no favorites. He would take them both down. He prepared his body tensing it for a charge, normally he tried to escape fights. This one had to be ended and as ruthlessly as possible. He was only thankful the area was emptied and the principal was letting him handle the matter completely. He growled as a final warning to at least let their primal sides know he was there. They may have had natural primal sides that took over, but his primal side was always there. Always ready to kill. It had been there since he shifted, he loved killing. He loved death. He loved it so much that he wanted to cry, he was taught not to love it but to love "love" itself. He loved both love and killing. Right now battle had taken him over, he had just enough logistical control over himself to keep from killing them both. |
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Natsumi Sayuri
Vocal Music
Grade 10
An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist, but {ordinary} is just not good enough t o d a y
Posts: 418
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Post by Natsumi Sayuri on Jun 28, 2010 13:15:08 GMT -4
She shouldn't have come here -- she knew this, felt it in her bones, but it was too late before the truest test passed her: before her nightmare became reality, before the thirst for blood, for the machinations that were pure wolf became everything... and absolutely nothing. She was in pain - for sure, for sure: her body was aching all over from the myriad fights she had gotten into. First with the grey, then with the white, then, then, yes that stupid fucking cat that had stopped her, had rushed out in front of her and swept it's claws across her face. She had ducked in time, had charged in time, but that boy's vivid eyes still enraged her, infuriated her. The Wolf snapped it's jaws, growing irritable with this train of thought -- these terrible thoughts that only moved the broken heart that lay underneath all the madness. Couldn't they tell? She was just a little girl, a soft-hearted young girl. They crushed her heart again and again, taking it, holding it in their palms and with a sick smile smeared it across the walls for everyone to view.
How could she not react? How could she remain still when her heart was being torn, being smashed into nothing but paste and blood? Her guts were tumbling to the floor and all every one noticed was that Rin was too angry. As if being angry gave them the right! As if, by merely not submitting to this treatment it was she which was in the wrong. The Wolf paced, the world turned-- the girl was without boundaries, now, without a leash to hold her back. What had she to lose when the man she had put her trust in had betrayed her? When the wolves she had wanted to get to know, snapped back at her, forcing her to react, forcing her to hunt and kill?
The Wolf merely wanted to prove itself; the girl merely to step up and be on even ground. Rin hid behind the facade of arrogance, the truest face of the Wolf. She hid her face among it's fur, her fingers wrapped around it's neck. Take me away from here, and the Wolf would come, like everything the world was not: loyal and fierce. Stable -- with the Wolf, she knew, with the Wolf, she was safe. It ate her up, devoured her consciousness, but it would never change: it would always be the one to come with heat, with flames licking up the line of it's paws, with anger hard in it's black eyes. In the Wolf, was a strength to beat back the world which had decided the girl was too abnormal to be accepted.
In the Cafeteria, surrounded by people, on the verge of laughing, on the verge of shedding that terrible skin, that gloomy skin -- Rin was immersing herself in the thrumming sound of heartbeats. Food came second, always: there was this taste of life pulsing on her tongue, forbidden to the Wolf which ached to reach and out and pull throats out, to feel it in her mouth, to taste it in her gut. She wants, oh, she wanted -- but it was not the time for this: she was bruised, if living. Victorious, if slightly broken. chin raised up in a haughty fashion, braiding the ends of her hair, she was impatience incarnate as she darted around those who were too slow for her taste, who thought to get in her way.
It was how she found Etta -- yes that Etta, that whore that rubbed herself against what had been hers and only hers. The Wolf snarled, it's muzzle rising up, pressing up against Rin's insides, stretching her out. The Wolf was coming, hard and fast, it's breath tantalizing and stagnant with old blood. She had seen the girl once, from far away and had run the first time that familiar scent had tingled in her nose -- she should back away, yes, yes... back away. Eyes smoldering from the need to run, to hunt, she saw a spark of fear, saw... so many different things. Worry, anger, futility. The girl acted like prey -- was it any wonder that she couldn't let it go? How could he? Murazar, you son of a bitch, going after a girl so weak? The Wolf's howl ached in her head, made her tongue numb where she was biting down hard, clamping her voice to silence. She was here, within reach -- the target that she had missed when the cat had come, when that farmer's boy had wanted to play the hero. Her lips curved, so cynical and terrible, hiding the little girl in the deepest consciousness, nestled close to the broken hurt. The Wolf stalks, the Wolf awakens -- it's madness sizzling through her veins. Rin wouldn't have done anything if the girl hadn't run. If she hadn't, with a quiver of her shoulders, hurried away -- without thinking, without even realization, Rin was going after her.
The prey had run: what else was the predator supposed to do? She launched herself, feeling the frenzy of the hunt singing through her veins, through her heart and mind, intertwining with the heat of the wolf -- yes, yes, changing, even as she was in air, even as her hands touched that shoulders, that rolling, shifting shoulder. She didn't back away, no, no, not now when the fight was finally here, when death hovered between the parting might of her jaws. Rin didn't pause: her clothes lay in tatters along the ground, the cafeteria's uproar a dull drum in her ears. None of it mattered: only the heat, only the suppressed pulse in the pale throat. So unprotected -- so juvenile. Bring it? Bring it? Rin would've laughed if she had known the way those thoughts had been bending, the way those eyes had been looking at her. Prey, the Wolf speaks, noiseless, wordless -- her emotions overcoming the girl with ecstasy. The white wolf had spun around, and the black, yes, yes the black, the sin, the anger that came to eat the purity of that moonlit entity: she came with a snarl, she came with teeth -- there was no backing away from the fight once the girl had shifted, once she lashed out, her teeth sought the flesh, sought the beautiful curve of neck. Wolves battle for dominance. The Wolf wanted the bitch dead.
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tags;; Etta, Mura
move;; Rin shifts and instead of backing away, uses the close distance to try to bite Etta's neck.
OOC;; She's mad, mad, mad o.o
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Post by roselynfrizroy on Jul 1, 2010 18:30:31 GMT -4
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She took a moment to re-construct her concentration. With the world of red suffering taking over she ran at the wolf that could, and would take anything, not just in fighting, but from people too. She wouldn't let that happen. Etta was loosing her mind faster as the rush of adrenaline ran through her veins, giving her power to live and run, to feel the air rush by her. She was just inches away from Rin, before she tackled her and pined her to the ground. She let her claws sink into Rin's fur covered skin. Hoping that she had done some damage. She could see blood drip down onto Rin, wishing that it could burn her. She wanted Rin to know that her blood and love where here for on reason and one reason only, to kill. Never had she truly felt this way about something, never had she wanted to kill of the fun and power of it all, never had she wanted to watch someone die so much.
Her neck was burning, that bitch had hurt her more then she thought. She felt the blood cover her once white fur. It became a dark red and this was war, more then before. Etta was now wearing war paint, made of her own blood. She knew that she might not win this battle, but there would be more, she'd make sure of it. She enjoyed Mura's company and it was something that she wasn't going to give up, not even for her life. She wanted the little pest, that nuisance. How she was going to pay. Etta would stop at nothing until she figured out a way to kill Rin forever. As she was thinking this thought someone hit her from the side. She took it hard her head hit the ground, the whore was free and she was down for the count. From the lose of blood was making her light headed and the floor was covered from her blood and her's alone. It was bight red and there was Rin standing strong, and there was her, torn up and a mess. She laid helpless.
Etta knew that this wasn't good, but what chance did she have now? None what so ever. Life as she knew it was slipping away, slowly and painfully. Her vision, that once was vivid was now blurred and distorted, her hearing was drifting away and she felt nothing, the nerves were being lost, she wished she could die right now to get this over with. All she could do was think, she let her eyes close and she remembered the words that Murazur had said: Some people can not be saved, that was how she felt, no matter how hard they tried to save her from death, they couldn't.
She felt her whole life, or what mattered to her the most, flash in front of her eyes. It hurt to watch her family smiling and being happy, it wasn't fun to feeling the sense of lose and worry. Her brother wouldn't be happy to find her dead in a grave yard or have them for the first time in years at her own funeral. Nothing was going to bring her down, not yet. With the weight of the someone off of her she slowly put one paw out and pushed herself up.
Etta was shaking and felt dizzy but she wasn't going to let Rin kill her, no never would she let that happen. She wanted to die for good reason, and this, she hardly knew what this was for at this very moment. All Rochette knew was that she wasn't going down not today. At this moment, her everything was flushed down the toilette. She wasn't able to fight, maybe she should run...but then Rin would win, but either it was win and die, lose and die, run and lose, or just plainly die, which she was on the verger on anyway. This wasn't the way she hoped all of this would happen, but what can you do when you are going to die any way. Etta's eyes became slits once more and she waited for something to happen. There the other two fought, She could hardly tell which one was which. Etta relaxed her stance and sat down confused and lost. She began to groom herself like a cat would. It tasted like rust, not that she would really know what rust tasted like, but it wasn't a pleasant feeling to that taste in your mouth.
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NOTES: My internet shut down on me so I had a lot of time to make this post, I made it nice and long too! Plus I really didn't know what to put after the firts 100 words, so here is what I came up with I hope that you can reply to this Mura! And I really think that this Note section is acting more of a Here ya go Katerina an other place to ramble! yeah! Any way enjoy replying/reading/laughing at this note section! Oh and the real reply too! |
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