Sound Of Misery (OPEN!)

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/15zmtmo.jpg] I kept my eyes on the two wolves who presented themselves before me. The male, Chevy, was a cocky bitch. He needed to learn something. My green eyes were cautious, as I sat down, and kept my head low. Somehow, I didn't feel threat. I didn't need the sense. Because, well that I wasn't exactly sure. My eyes then moved from the wolves, and looked upward. There, they admired what I was so used to. My quiet intentions, my intentions not to speak right now. I didn't want to, really. And, once more, as I often did for years, I compared myself. Together, the moon and I. We were so much alike, I couldn't believe it. We were slow, and only opened completely in time. And, when we open completely, there's beauty and potential. Somehow, someday, I hope someone can see me. Remember me as the mask covering the beast. For, I walk in the Beast's Masquerade. My gaze never left, as I listened to the female talk to the bastard I sat behind, somewhat. I let my eyes appear to be occupied, as I listened. Slowly, I turned my head down now, and glared at Chevy. Hey, I would watch your fucking mouth. Are you sure that isn't you ass your smelling?

[/b] I growled, and stood up. Slowly, my eye traced to the white female. Hm, a guessing game? Sounded fun. I let a smirk tug at his lips. I liked the sound of that, and under the circumstances, all my past, and my beliefs dissolved. Now, I was only interested in this, this female and her games. I hoped when I spoke next, it would be seductive, and wanted to try something new. However much I hated it, I wouldn't drop the act for some time.

Well, why don't you give it a try, Mirage. I'm sure you would get it, for it should be obvious...[/color] I cooed, my voice low and calm, with humor in it. I ignored the male at this point, and stepped forward, avoiding him, until I was a few feet in front of the female. My eyes were on hers, and I raised an eyebrow, waiting for some smart ass reply, wanting something else. What did I want..? at this point, I couldn't tell. But, in time, I would know.



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[mirage]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=1D2100] Well well well, looky here. I gott'a choice, can't ya see? Yes lil ole me. I get to choose between two.. And I choose you! A quircky little grin plastard it'self onto my lips as I just sorta.... Zoned out... Thinking to myself. I bet, I could take home which ever one I chose, couldn't I? I was like the only sober one in the bar stuck with two drunkin males, not one would say no due to not being in the right state of mind.. Although neiher one of these two were drunk, oh no.. Their excuse, was.. Well.... They are brutes. I could be wrong though... I really could, although seldom am I wrong, but there is always that slim chance that I am. Instead I stayed watching. Eyeing the two of them up and down. As if I were studying them thoroughly for some sort of science project. I was sort of lost in my own little world, for a moment there... Thinking about this, and that, and him and him, and what not. What can I say, my thoughts sure do like to wonder. However I did snap to when the massive darker one moved toward me.. He was, huge... I little to large for my liking., Come to think of it, I could see it now, If he tried to mount me I would snap in half! I justs orta cringed as I pictured my body breaking like a twig and then chills caused my entire body to shake. That would hurt! I had to sort of stretch out my own body a bit, already I oculd feel the muscle aches. Got to love a vivd imagination. With out one of those, life would be a drag. As Mustang moved, I saw the dirt fly from his back paws and manage to strike the lighter hued one and I just sort of shook my own dial. Not that just wasn't nice at all.. I could picture Ford growing up... He must have been the bully. The larger ones usually are, aint they? I shook my dial, still thinkingh to myself, a bit disappointed. However every now and again I glanced to the mask one. My eyes jumping from him to Mustang, then back to him again as if waiting to see what his next move was. Was he just going to take it? You know, if I was in his paws... I would... Mustang was one biiiiiiiiig mofo and that aint no lie! I think I'd make sure I had about two others with me if I wanted to take him down. And ya know what, I was sort of imagining everything in my own thoughts.. Such a funny image that would be if everyone could see what I was thinking. I just sort of chuckled to myself. Once Ford gently 'bumped' into my own smaller frame I shifted a bit on my paws and snapped back to reality. Looking a bit startled as if I was just caught daydreaming. Oh lordy, what I miss? Well, wait... one two three, four..... one, two, three, four... Yup they both got all four limbs.. Whew, I think they are still in the awkward glaring and cocky stages.. No body parts are missing yet.. Wait are mine?! I swiftly looked down and counted my own legs.. Yep, four. I got four. It was just then Mustangs words lashed into my auds and I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm afraid, your 'walk' may not be the same as my 'walk'.... We may have two different versions, muneca. And I prefer not to chance which walk your suggestin." I couldn't help but offer him that cocky, yet at the same time teasing wink.. Making my way around him, just sort of brushing my own canvas against his in a more taunting manner. I liked to play, I wanna play! Now I anticipated the game playing like some child who's five minute corner punishment was almost over. My body ached with anticipation and adrenaline, and if need be I was ready to run. One advantage to my, pathetic, size... I sure could run! I allowed my own thick tail to glide across his broad chest. That playful look now gleaming in my own pale orbs. I felt just like a kid! I had no idea what to say about the black lagoon remark.. As a matter a fact, the odd and unusual seemed to attract me, or rather I was attracted to them... Strange huh? I looked over to Mustang from behind my shoulder, pale optics locked upon his but I couldn't really see them as I did before...His bangs now covered his visionaries and that's what threw me off. I was good at figuring you out.. But now, I was stunted. Great. Well, might as well keep up the masquarede, right? Now I listened to the masked one speak, snapping out at Ford with his own comments. Aww, I loved how boys argued. So cute. Made you just wanna pinch their cheeks. Once again I laughed at my own thought. Wouldn't that be funny? I could see it now, no really I can. My orbs now locked upon the lighter hued one once more, and what did I do? This time around approached him, nipping at his right ear a bit playfully, before I did that of what a feline would do, walking beneath his chin, since he was now standing, allowing my back to rub up by his neck until I made it to the other side and spun around To face him. " Perhaps now is not the appropriate time to play games, we can do that much later. A different version, a funner one, and what is your calling, mi amor?" Every so often I spoke in another tounge, but it was nothing drastic just a few words here and there to make things sound a bit different. I smiled that same cheeky grin optics jumping from one to the other. However this time I stood a distance from the two but at the opposite side than I did before. A low child like giggle escaping my lips now, almost a demonic version if you thoroughly rewind and listen to it again. I was still in that flight mode though. I coul;d play the teasing games.. But when it came down to the forceful stuff from the other party I sure was good at hightailin it.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/MustangMIDDL.jpg] The secret side of me, I never let you see I keep it caged but I can't control it So stay away from me, the beast is ugly I feel the rage and I just can't hold it Mustang let out a low growl at the woman turned and looked at her. He did not like what he saw in her eyes, and in the back of his mind he had a very dark feeling that things were going in a way he did not want them to. He could see her watching the white masked fellow awfully close and he knew that he was not going to get what he wanted out of this encounter. Either a good lay, or the opportunity it rip someone's face off. Ford could feel the anger inside of him building up with every other thought and he knew that if he did not get out of here and find someone to hurt or even kill sometime soon that he was going to go off the handle. Maybe it was because he had been born with such a darkness inside his soul. Maybe it was because he had been raised in darkness. Could a demon be born inside of a creature or was evil only alive because it was taught through generations? It was not that he was evil, for there was goodness inside of the gigantic brute, it was just that it was not something he could touch. All Mustang knew was that he needed violence to keep his life going and especially to keep things enjoyable. If he did not get the blood that called to him then he was going to go into a very dark mood, and all options of acting would be out of the question. He needed to hold his image inside of Renegade, that was one mask that could not be taken off. Looking at the female, then at the brute, Mustang could feel his paws beginning to shake slightly as he forced himself to hold back. That was until the idiot brute opened up his fat mouth. Without warning his eyes snapped open and came to rest on the masked fellow, a hatred so deep inside of him that none could escape. Maybe it was not a hatred for the brute itself, maybe it was the fact that he was reminded of his father, or that he was associating Mirage with his own Azazael and things had gotten out of control. He could feel the snarl wanting nothing more than to just out of him and charge down the bastard. He could see himself ripping out the moron's throat and dancing in the carnage. Letting out a deep sigh, Mustang took a careful step forward. He kept his head down and slowly began to walk forward in line with Mirage. It wasn't until Mirage had quietly spoken that Mustang's anger burst forth of him. Without warning his entire giant sized body moved forward in one quick motion as he came nose to nose with Masq- a brute's name he still did not know. His size was easily almost double than the white brute, and his neck almost tilted down while making his presence very clearly known. There was a silence that filled the world around them that was so deep a chilling smile came to spread across his face. A Cheshire cat couldn't look as demented as Mustang did at this present moment in time. His hackles had risen up slightly, those golden eyes narrowed almost to slits. He could feel his anger coming off of him in waves, and the sad thing was Masq hadn't even done anything to really piss him off that bad. "Why don't you insult me to my face this time." His words were a low, husky, gravel like tone. The weakling with a snark attitude that had been there just a few moments before was now no where to be seen. The mask, the act, had been taken off and Mustang was standing in front of someone in not only a full rage, but in his true form. It was rare for someone to see, beautiful and deadly at the same time, and enough to scare the crap out of someone who wasn't very steady on their feet. For all intents and purposes he looked like a bear staring down wolf- the size difference was so extreme. Slowly a growl broke through his clenched fangs, saliva dripping from his black lined lips, as waves of shivers ran down his back causing his fur to stand even more on end. And even though his head was bent down staring into his enemies face, his tail was straight up in the air, calling out dominance over all three of them. I feel it deep within, it's just beneath the skin I must confess that I feel like a monster I hate what I've become, the nightmare's just begun I must confess that I feel like a monster Muse;; Skillet - can you tell? Word Count;; 835 Authors Notes;; Mustang is pissed. It's up to you, either fight or do something to make Ford back down so he can leave. Though I can't think of what you could actually do. Hmmm. Copyright;; Mustang and this post are both strictly © to Freedom. Table made and © by Ashes of Dare to Dream. All theft will be found and dealt with strictly.

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/15zmtmo.jpg] My green eyes stayed on the one called Mirage, for her and I had obviously had some connection. The mask around my face made me see layers, but I cold see straight when it came to her. Not that I liked her, of course. Something in her interested me at the moment, made me want to explore her. not in a sexual way, but talks. But, fuck, with him here that wouldn't be possible. I shook my head, and snorted. Then shot my head up as Mirage- Dissed him. I chuckled, and held my eyes closed. And found them staring into the brutes. I bared my teeth, and then looked back to Mirage, who had begin to speak. Well, if you promise... I snickered, and dipped my head down. This wasn't me, this was be trying to be a smart ass in front of the bastard whom had tried to get rid of me. Tough fucking luck, eh? Masquerade be my calling, Mistress Mirage.

[/b] I smiled oh-so-innocently. I stood back up, tall and proud, and watched the wolves around me. There may be only two, but that wasn't any reason for me to be off guard. In battle, I'm sure me and him would be of equal strength. I shook my head, then again, stood tall.

Soon I was face to face with ford, and he was growling a threat. So he wanted me to insult him in his face, eh? Wish granted. However my nerves were screaming at me to watch out. You don't want another reason to hate the fucker, did you? I simply bared my teeth, long sharp and polished. I suggest you get out of my face. I spoke calmly, but with anger rising. Then, I turned my head, and looked at Mirage, and walked to her. Smiling, I whispered. That scent is his breath. Horrid. I chuckled lowly, and then stood in front of her, hoping that ass wipe would simply leave me alone so I could converse with the female.



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