The Diseased

[Parel]

Innocence is for the weak. Pity is for the stupid. So this fem did not charish it when i was given to her. There was no point in good or sharing or lightness. What is the benefit to you? all you get is a 'thank you' and most of your stuff taken from you. Pity, haha there was no pity in her black heart none at all, and then theres innocence... she used to hold this, but that was a used to. Nolonger would she show innocence aroud others, maybe not even to Circo. Carboin was released in a 'whoosh' tassels fallen on her facade moved and granted optics vision. Grey, everything was grey and no color but black white and grey was the world to her. It used to be in hues of red and blue and yellow but now everything was grey. Skeletal structure would stand out from her pelt. Thin, scrawny, starved. There was no thought in her hunger though, not much prey roamed along this terre. Muscle replaced were fat and flesh was supposed to be, and it shifted as the ess moved quietly into the pack territory. Shoulder blades weaved to hell and heaven, stilts carring her well built carcass. Boa was lowered to the sniw covered topography. It wasnt even snow anymore, it was ice. Cold hard ice that you could never play with, ice that didnt thaw with rays of the sun. The old blazer was above in heaven, shining stray white rays in scattered spots. Black clouds blocked it from vision,, it was going to hail tonight as it did yesterday and the day before. The falled ice merged together forming th frozen sod. Facade was fixed in a malevolent stare. Obsidians were scraping against the ice, a large 'screaming' sound. Harks were pinned down, muffling the annoying screech and creating a barrier from plugging. Plumage was tucked neatly under her white flage, as it always was. though she never gave in to submision, it was always low and tucked. Queer, she was queer. Wierd she was wierd but it never really hurt her what others said about her. Nostrils inhauled the cold air, it chilled her already bitter bodice and rattled into her damaged lungs. The air retraced itself out into the atmos again, coming this time in a smoke-like form, white from what little warmth it recived within her organs. There was no life here, no life to create no life to build no life to maintain. Here innocence was for the weak and pity for the stupid.

[Bond]

x.Circo looked into the atmos above, her opticals flashed, as she gazed into the heavens wondering just what was beyound those whisky puffs of white, was there heaven, or was it a never ending supply of clouds? She really wonderd this, but it would never be answerd. She released a sigh, getting bored of wondering, she might aswell do something eles. Plat turned, and her body shifted as she started torwards the willows, to go into shade, and maybe rest.

x.After entering the forestry, her doublets etched forth, and the sound effect of a howl was taken inn. "Parel" she thought, and quickley broke into a due beat, and headed down the realm too the southside, the part of the terrence which was most dense, and the lupes their we less likely to live over night. {Ello m'dove} her lyric's charmed, and her pale hued ribbon carressed Parel's maw in affection, and greeting.

[Parel]

Circo, her adoptive mother. Speaking of the devil here she comes. Harks hieghtened and registered the waves of footfalls. boa fell, nostrils scenting the easier winds on the bottom, yes it was her 'dear' mother. Curvature raised, turning her cranium as to allow sight of her mother. Plumage would of 'wagged' at Circo's sight but, it was too busy being tucked un between her shanky limbs. Skull tilted to the right, her soul lightened at her mothers infective love. Love is just like pain. Cold, pale optics watched circo's ribbon wipe against her maw. What saliva that was placed on her lips frove on them and dried them fuller and cracked them. there was no blood though, none, it was too cold and her blood was near crystalizing. Ribbon repeated circo's actions, in amor. Greets, me're diologe replied vainly, vocals in cold tones with a hidden honey vocalization. her own toung was pale and white. She had lost much blood in fights and what blood was left was now freezing, crystalizing, killing her slowly, slowly. It was still so cold here, but she didnt mind it, it was fine she wouldnt give in to the Reaper. Not until the day she found hell herself. The sun was now blocked, all it's rays gone. Maybe it was starting to set... there was noway to tell.

[Bond]

ooc. you are making so literate posts tonight Parel... nice.

x.Circo took back her own affections, as Parel gave her a lick. A grim smile plasterd her kissers, as she exaimend Parel's finely chissled physic. {aren't you a doll} she joked still looking Parel over, as Parel could pass off as the true blood of Circo... no doubt. She noticed that a Parel looked a bit frost biten, and that the weather on this part of her domain weren't so pleasant even to herself, they better move the the north side, to warm up a bit. Circo begain to edge into a walk, hoping Parel would follow.

[Parel]

a doll, oh how innocent. She was a doll, this considered she was pretty and fine she was 'hot' as her mother said through this metaphorics phrase. Though she hated it, she wasnt innocent, she wasnt weak. Already roaming I suppose, my dear Circo. Jawlins parted, revealing both top and bottom sets of enamles, a puff of white smoke was released as a yawn, less snow colored though and it faded faster. her temp was dropping, dropping like the unforgivable hail. Stilts crusaded, following circo. Weaving in a perfect strut, one mitt over another. They were traveling north side, the domain of lights. She loved to play with them, acting nice and innocent befriending a false kinship with them. Then turning, killing, and hurting them when they needed her. It was funny how they would cry, how their hearts cracked and tore. Northside, the land of stupids we are going I suppose? diologe asked in a sarcastic whisper, tones sly and cunning. She was now adapting to how her mother acted, adapting to becoming pure darq. Though she would always, in mother's eyes, be a doll

[Bond]

x.Circo gave a curt node torwards Parel, and continued to waltz. {We must find warmer grounds until spring} she mutterd, or they would surely freeze. Circo had not a reason to worry about her lands while she was looking for a warmer realm, as only a fool would dare challenge for her domain. She kept her pace quick, trying to rush things along. {well, do you wanna annoy some lights?} A grim look plasterd her facade, as she looked at Parel, sure she would enjoy the entertainment.

[Parel]

Optics fell down, staring at the reflection, staring at herself. Then to Circo, herself, circo, herself and circo. Her, Parel, looked so different from any kind of wolf, or coyote or fox she wasnt normal. She was sick, ill, wierd. Queer she was queer. But she looked so much like the one whom gave her life, her mother by blood. This burned her, burned her feelings, her mind, burned her physicly. No, she would not be side tracked by this, no no no. Harks lifted some off of their plate, but only enough to stray the muffling from Circo's words. No mother, I dont want to bother. I want to torchure diologe answered in a firm voice.

Optics lifted to the supposed heaven, it had all been a trick, mind over matter. The sun was barely rising. So was it the oon that beemed through the clouds or was it really heaven? No there was no heaven there was no hell. No afterlife for them. They did not have souls. So it wa the annual day, the aniversary of her birth, she was 2 now, two. Her voice, now she had noticed it's velvety structure. It's my birthday, me're tones perfectly fuesed . it was a feminine voice, soft, pretty giry but only with seduction and lust and darkness weaved in. It was beautiful, a perfect web for flies. Optics shifted northbound, light it was soo bright so clear was it a, a, a master piece? It wasnt for her to say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and she was not one to analize.

The warm rays burned into her skin, it was a queer sensation. Apendai locked, it was fine here, it was warm enough and already she could scent game. Chain untucked and laid flattly on the snow. Yes it was snow, or maybe slush, unmelted hail? Yes it was unmelted hail. here is fine lamps looked down, glaring at the marble like ice. Her image was shattered, like a reflection in a cracked mirror. Spread into tiny pieces. Broken, broken, broken.


Reason for Editing: color

[Bond]

ooc. SHORT I AHVE NOOO MUSE

x.Circo crackled, at Parel's comment about toururing the light alliance. {I agree completely, shall we go to one of their lands?} She gazed onto Parel, wondering her reaponce to that, as they had to go to another domain, and soon. She tilted her head confused, {it's your birthday} she asked frustrated.