Unnatural Magic

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/16gcpow.png] Strength. Purity. Fearless. The beast that walked on this wintry night was conceived with raw power. When he was conceived by his parents the friction between the two was like the cool and warm air binding together. Two separate elements creating one massive tornado. A tornado that grew into a destructive being that was in its way. But it wasn’t just the power that was bred in this magnificent creature that stirred; his blood was pure. Untainted by sickness. His body held no physical weakness nor was his genetic genes broke down. He was the strongest of the strong. Unnatural line green eyes glowed under the moonlight as he studied the area about him. His eyes didn’t belong to a creature of the earth. Hell, he didn’t even belong in the physical realm of the world. They was cunning, devious and intelligent beyond belief. His eyes told right into his soul. Over one of his orbs he was marked by birth of a ‘X’. Not a scar, but of turquoise paint. His family used to say that the marking was a map for unsettled spirits to dwell. Rumor has it that his eyes was the pathway to the spiritual realm, ghosts must pass into it to rest in peace. Ace of Stud’s wasn’t exactly a hellish creature, nor was he a fright to others. Ladies usually see him as handsome specimen and mind boggling. His personality was also not as frightful as his eyes would perceive. He is actually considerate of others, and rather friendly. The multi colored sovereign walked through the vast land of the Battlefield. Rock laid everywhere amongst the boulders, amongst the rocks was a few decaying corps. Bones littered the soil; half buried and half to be seen to tell the individuals tale. Padded paws lightly treaded, moving silently amongst the dead. The threads of his coat began to wave gently with the winter winds. Toxic black ears twitched back against his head listening to the silence of the terrain.

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[atrb=width,453,true][atrb=border,2,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][bg=black] Petite white paws sunk into the lightly blanketed snowy earth. I could feel the coldness cutting at the pads of my paws as if I were a pup setting foot upon snow for the first time. The bone chilling breeze running itself through my off white pelt, causing my skin to tremble. That chill rolled down my spine causing my body to shake violently for a moment before it stopped. My own honey hued optics scanning the seemingly empty terrain. Tonight was my night to go out and seek a bit of fun. Well our night... Wonder who's out and about doll. This could make for an interesting evening. I could sense her anticipation in her voice as she spoke. This time, she did not scratch at the flesh of my brain annoyingly, instead she spoke in a rather playful, chipper tone which caused a grin to form upon my lips. Leaving me unaware that I was smiling like a Cheshire cat. Appendages moved rather lazily as I continued to progress deeper and deeper into the battle field. I could smell the death that happened within the past on these lands. The aroma of sweet, old blood thick in the breeze. Or perhaps that was just my mind playing tricks on me. Now see, I may look mentally stable.. Well sort of.. But I was different. Almost as if I were possessed. Some days I was the type that could sit around and converse with another entity that reality existed. But other days, she seemed to take over my carcass, she was like my puppet master on those days. Controlling my every move and over the years it had become harder and harder to control that blood thirsty bitch. I could hear her cackling within my own brain. That shrilling laugh in which she possessed caused a headache to form. It was as if a fly was buzzing aimlessly around within my skull, hitting the bone walls and buzzing around some more. To be honest, I wasn't the type of female who's looks had me swarmed by the opposite sex. My pelt was caked with mud from the swamp lands, where I usually hung about and spent some of my time when I was not roaming around The Orders claimed terrain. I was also alot smaller in size when it came to the rest of the females around here. However my distant orbs, they told a whole other terrifying story. Those like mocha orbs of mine withheld a deadly, empty and cold stare. In most cases I looked distant, as if I were in a whole other world. It was when I had lurked more into the Battle Field terrain that I spotted the decomposing bodies lying here and there. Flung against rocks and boulders and ripped to shreds. The rotten smell of old mean soon flooded my nostrils, and That twisted, sickening grin approached my lips once more. Me and these carcasses, we both have something in common. Maggots eating away at our brains, weaving their way in and out of that important, thick muscle. That's what she was.. She was a maggot. Something else had captured my attention.. Off in the distance. Lets go see if he wants to play with us. What do you say? Her words once more lashed about inside my thoughts and I nodded my cranium in agreeance. I needed a bit of a turn in this boring day, and the odd ball still a ways off he seemed like the perfect candidate. So like a puppet I headed in his direction. That gruesome laugh soon bellowing out from my own voice box and into the chilled night air. Sweet lyrics soon to follow. Tainted voice held such a melancholy twist to it. However, never seemed to leave a whisper. "Well, well. What have we here?"

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As I neared his massive frame my own crown hung low, those empty eyes locked upon him like a heat seeking missile. Shoulders rolling past one another in a smooth fluid like motion. I took in his appearance as I neared, The odd markings had forced me to pause for a bit but then I forced myself to continue onward with my stalking appearance. He was much larger then me, that was a given.


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[Serena]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/16gcpow.png] The frozen ice feel to the ground. The cold waters melting lightly under the heaviness of the snow, the liquids tingling the dormant grass. The snow was smooth and even against the ground. The imperfections of the grounds level the snow made the illusion of perfection. Under the rays of the sun the frost would glitter like beautiful diamonds. The white snow hid a creature that stirred amongst the land, not the beast of neon colors, but another. No matter how much white was blending with the vixen there was a difference in the cold atmosphere. There was a slight heaviness to it, confusion. It was familiar to the brute. He knew this particular change in the air, it was demons swarming the land. The stink of sulfur poisoned the ground as they squealed over the rocks in search of a soul to engulf. Their gritty claws spiritually clawing at the snow leaving black marks on the purity. Leaving disgust as they trailed. This feeling followed another wolf Ace knew, his aunt. Ghostly lime green orbs studied the white land till he found honey coated eyes glowing under the sunlight. Automatically, he saw a little imp that seemed to be staring right back at him. He knew that look, he knew the fight that another has to endure to keep control of their mind and body. To keep from falling into blood lust and be weak against the sinful ways. His Aunt had that same look of a spiritual war. Of course, in the blood line demons could be passed down. From mother to children. And in the genes there was a hidden demon that is just waiting to be mature. Well, well. What have we here? Her voice sung to his ears, he picked up the twist of emotions in her words. A smirk played on the brute’s midnight lips as he began to walk towards the fragile little princess, if that’s what you want to call her. His padded paws crunched the snow, packing the ice righter under his weight. Banner flickered over his hindquarters, caressing his hips and falling back between the raw power of his legs. “I was just about to say the same thing. However, I will rephrase my dear- Who do we have here?” He began to make a complete circle around her at a comfortable distance. His eyes studying her build and her stance. No, he was not trying to corner the lass. Simply evaluating her strengths and weakness, putting her into his book of acquaintances. Ears flickered over towards her to listen to her breathing, his eyes refocusing on her brown souls. A chill crawled down his spine resulting from a gush of the winter breeze. It quickly ran down his legs till the energy impacted into the ground. Quickly he shook his build to get the feeling of the aftershock out from under his warmer skin. “You wouldn’t happen to know of any walls that could shield us from this nasty weather? I hate this season,” he grumbled.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I was built for the coldness of the weather, a small bundle of fur in my opinion. The advantages of being short and poofy, although somewhat humiliating, in the colder climates it was perfect. My own empty gaze continued to watch the odd looking brute rather intently. He was my target for the evening.. Well our target rather.. Look at him, just standing there. Bet he looks down on you. You can see it in his eyes. He's the type that mocks you when your back is turned. Her words sunk into my pink brain matter, and caused my own lips to curl upwards in a blood curdling snarl, the vibration causing my own throat to rattle, along with my rib cage. She could be right, he could be that type. He looked it. My thick white tail lay limp behind my hind quarters. Muscles tightening beneath that silkin pelt. She knew just how to strike those nerves of mine. How to crawl beneath my skin, she made me believe her. she had this way about her. Perhaps it was the persuasiveness that lingered in her musical tone. I've never really considered her to be a demon within me.. Maybe she was, I always thought she was my conscious... You know, the bad one that steers you in the wrong direction. Wait can a conscious do that? I could feel her tugging at my strings once more. She was trying to make me into her little puppet once more. She was trying to control my jaws, my ligaments. She wanted to control me in mind body and spirit. And I did what I could to hold her back, although sometimes....sometimes it didn't work that way. Sometimes I did just as she demanded. As if I was her slave, and she were some high and mighty goddess. I could feel her craving, it made my jaws water excessively.. She wanted to taste his flesh, she wanted me to sink my dull incisors deep into his flesh, she wanted me to spill his blood upon the ground that had been bathed in blood. And in all the silence that surrounded us, I almost gave into her need.. Her cravings. Her lust for blood. The thrill of the kill is what she wanted. I could feel my heart pounding against my own rib cage frantically. Pink muscle sent to roll across my own lips as I watched him, now in my own state of mind. I was there, although mentally I was not. What the hell are you waiting. She was screaming at me now, I could hear the tension in her voice. My own orbs winced a bit. She was mad now, I could feel it. And as she yelled it felt like long sharp nails, sliding down a black chalk board. Screeching inside my head. What really threw me off guard and brought be spiraling down to reality, was when the bright green eyed brute started to slowly make his way, closing in on me. I could feel the distance between us slowly closing in. And I mockingly did the same, although I wasn't sure why I did. Lets just say I wasn't particularly in the right state of mind, however my fir never once rose. Dial remained slightly higher than usual. Twin towers twitching ever so slightly. Your so weak, your a puny little slut you are. A real wolf.. Why a real wolf they would have taken care of the job, no time wasted. She was beginning to urk me, she was pressing every little button inside me.. I was beginning to think he were a mute until his deep voice rumbled from his chest, causing my bones to shiver. A smooth talker he was. "Well Doll face, I'm Fetisha... and you are?"

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My own words lashing just as smoothly off the tip of my tongue as my own honey soft orbs followed his every movement. Turning her out once more to the best of my ability. Although I can still feel her struggling inside me. I watched him as he made that circle around me, my own embodiment standing still as can be, as if I were some mounted creature, the only thing that moved were my eyes within my sockets, and those lips of mine that curled up into a nice twisted little smile. His next words soon found their way lingering into my auds, carried by the breeze.

"I figured something as big and bad looking as you, would be able to endure such a chilly season."[/i]

My voice never left above a whisper but my own ligaments carried me closer to him, just sort of brushing into him in a bump kind of manner. I could feel his body heat entwining within my own only for a brief moment, before I turned my cranium to look back at him with yet another toothy grin.

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[Serena]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/16gcpow.png] Unnatural emerald orbs continued to watch the witch that stood before him with a studying eye. Under her silky moon birthed threads her skin was warm. Of course, she would be used to this kind of season. Its chilly cold winds and the frozen ice that snuck itself into her threads to touch her skin. But what stood out the most about this dirty little vixen was the tension in her muscles. Her legs moved stiffly as her shoulders and her hindquarters. The power she held was hidden in her seemingly delicate frame. However, Ace was not under observant. He studied, and nothing was unnoticed to his eyes. Ace paid attention to her eyes when he settled in front of her after he drew her into his Book of Acquaintances. She winced for some odd reason. However, he took a wild guess. He knew the look in her honey touched eyes. The voice of Lust and Insanity was known in his family, and he knew that the emotional tug at his violent emotions the voice inside his own head was slowly rising from its baby crib. No. He was not dim-witted to this vixen’s evil twin. “Well Doll face, I'm Fetisha... and you are?” Her voice was smooth as glass. It was seemingly as sweet as sugar with a smile. A brow lifted on the side of his turquoise crossed eye. He dipped his massive crown in an old fashioned greeting. But his lime eyes closely watching her. “Ace at your service.” With the exception of service for your nasty teeth, he finished with a thought. Normally, Ace didnt have a problem with the winter winds nor the frozen ice that trickled down to his warm skin. He and the witch in front of him was both bred with Arctic Wolf. But the brute, he was genetically distorted from his moon washed pelt. God sure did have creativity when he was forming this pup. He simply was making an excuse to walk with Fetisha. “I figured something as big and bad looking as you, would be able to endure such a chilly season.” “Depends if I want to deal with it or not, Honey Bunches. And I don‘t want to tolerate it unless I have too.” When she strode towards him Ace lifted his broad neck a bit higher in question of the demoness’ motives. When he allowed her to mix her threads with his own, she felt the heat from her skin radiate into his body. His heart pounded against this muscular chest with a growing excitement. The chill that claimed his skin felt a hot flash roll down from his chest to his toes. She released a storm. A sudden lightening strike went off in his limbs. Ace’s body tensed, the raw power that was bred from family relations of selective breeding clearly showed. His eyes lightened up with a new awareness. When Fetisha moved away from his body she looked back at him with a grin. The knight kept his excitement hidden with the exception of his tensioned muscles. Even with the excitement that warmed his veins, he kept a clear mind. Usually when a female embraces a male, the male would be mindless. Ace resented it. He was not going to be a druggie looking for a fix. He moved after the vixen swiftly, covering the ground that stood between the two quickly. His padded paws laid indentions in the snow. Trail marks that even a bear would be scared to follow. His banner flickered over his hindquarters before it came to a rest at it’s natural position. Carefully, he ran his bulky shoulder against hers- again feeling the warmth for a brief moment. His eyes dangerous as he seemingly glared down at her honey touched eyes. He was careful, like he was juggling a hot potato from one hand to the other. Careful not to hold it in one palm long before getting burned. “You’re starting a deadly game, Sweetie,” he grumbled.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] My own Pale hued optics continued to watch the rather... strange looking brute. Now see, I was one for deadly games. I, well we, found them rather intriguing and it surely did help to cure the rapid boredom that was going around the lands like the plague. I was out wondering about to carry on the wishes of the Order, I was out looking for the weak so they could meet their fate within the grasp of my own jowls. But why not have a little bit of lustrous fun while I'm out? It never hurt now did it. Even though papa always told me not to play with my food, sometimes I just couldn't resist the temptation. The way he watched me, sent chills quivering down my own fragile spine. Those optics of his seemed to Peirce straight through me like needles to the flesh. And in some way I was hoping my little flirtatious antics would drive him mindless. That would make the taste of his blood even more potent against my taste buds. But instead, when my body heat and tassels entwined with his even for that brief moment he seemed to keep his cool. Now, that would not be something you see happening with the typical male species right there. And so it caught me a little off guard. Quit toying with him, and just take care of business already. I listened to you the last time, how about this round you let me have a little bit of fun. I seemed to argue with her for a brief moment before my attention was diverted solely back to him. The annoyance was detectable on my own facade, but of course that wasn't to be directed towards Ace. I did take in his name, and stored it away in case I would need it for later purposes. Along with his musky aroma, which was stored in the same file cabinet as his name. That toothy, menacing grin soon graced my maw as he moved towards me in a predator like manner. My own optics moving to his snowy prints that were left behind which indicated he was not light by any means seeing as how the snow was a bit more harder than usual. My optics then moved back up to his ebony features, a low chuckle escaping my lips. Now see at this point, I had no idea he was part of the same pack as I, although I did catch the scent of both the General, and Dag entwined with his own, I wasn't completely sure if he really ran with the group. And so I let that remain unstated as his shoulder grazed my own. Once again for but a brief moment I felt our heat once more entwining with one another. My own muscles remained just as tense as his did. My own optics never leaving his. Now, this is your chance! She was right, it was my chance. I had clear range towards his neck area... But something was tugging me away from doing it. First I needed to find out if he was part of the order or not.. I can smell the aroma of the land upon his coat... And I'm sure if he was indeed one of the pack members, The general would have my head. We were not supposed to kill our own unless betrayed. And if he was in fact apart of our own then he didn't betray me that I know of, or the pack.. Shit I need to stay more intact with shit! I looked him up and down slightly, allowing my own pink muscle to slide from my mouth and run along my dull canines. My own hushed lyrics carried out against the wind. "Well dear, I suppose it balances out. Deadly games are my specialty."

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My own seductive tone never left above a whisper. But before I had spoken I made sure my own muzzle was right against his rather large ear. I had a feeling he didn't plan on ripping me to shreds, just yet. But what if his plan were just as mine? Then I guess we'd both be in the same boat, no? I pulled my crown back once more, and looked into his own rather astonishing optics, as if searching them for something. Trying to read him like a open book.. But of course it all seemed to fail. He was not as easy to read as some others. The stench of fear didn't radiate off his embodiment, instead it was confidence that I could see and smell. He was different. And by the look of him, he too was a fighter. He had a very masculine build, that put me almost to shame. I was a lot more daintier than others I had seen, although in some cases it really didn't make that much of a difference. I still however felt small compared to him. Once more I let my own words slide from my mouth as I continued to move away from him, in a slow and rather lazy walk.

"So tell me, Ace. What brings you here?" [/i]

And there was my rather failed attempt to spark up conversation. To try to figure out if he was one I should be going after. All the while I could feel her inside me, growing rather antsy.



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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/16gcpow.png] Two powerful forces were calculating their movements. Two natural disasters waiting patiently to cause damage to this beautiful island. One catastrophe soul was plenty for the land. The second is ultimate destruction. When the two combine it’s a whirlwind waiting to pick up every creature that crawled in the depths of the cracks. A tornado that whipped across the earth that was slowly getting stronger and stronger. But there isn’t just one tornado, there is a twin right behind it. Tension. Tension was the common language these two shared at this moment. Not tension in a threatening matter, but of lust. Ace’s midnight and aqua marine threads were standing up slightly between his rolling shoulders. Usually such language was of aggravation and defensive notions, but at this moment this is not so. Anxiety for lust was running through his veins and warming his numb body. He wanted to feel her underneath his frame. Feel the warmth of her rump on his belly and most of all the satisfaction to his manhood. However, he was a creature of control. And the witch that stood before him was a lustful thing. She was trying to wire him to a stick and use him as a puppet. To have him lay down and allow her to dig her fangs into his flesh. He was very aware of the imagination of his blood dripping on her sweet pink tongue. Therefore, he kept his body absent from her. And his mind remained quick and sharp. Eyes watching, never missing a movement nor flicker in her honey dripping orbs. Annoyance quickly ran over her features. Was the original host annoyed with the cursed twin that claimed half of her? Or was she annoyed that the brute wasn’t falling into her trap as deep as she would like? The Ace of Stud’s grunted. A deep vibration that rumbled in his throat was clear. His eyes narrowed in on the demoness dangerously. The turquoise cross that marked his left eye glowed brightly when the sun’s hands caressed his frame. The cobalt highlights in his dark painted coat glowed just as brightly as his face. His toxic audios flickered towards her sexy voice as she reached her neck up to his ears. “Well dear, I suppose it balances out. Deadly games are my specialty.” Swiftly, quickly-- before she finished her last word his muscular neck moved his head down to her open jugular. His teeth snapped around the meat taking a firm hold with his teeth. Jaws clamped around her neck. But he didn’t pierce her skin, simply he took a firm hold of her neck and didn’t let go. His brow wrinkled over his lime green eyes as he stared under her jaw. His feet placed evenly and balanced to keep him steady. His movements was a simple warning to Fetisha. He was not playing this deadly game. He knew from the beginning he needed to dominate her. Take a hold of her violent twin. His motives was to show the witch he was quicker, more cunning than her. He let go of her and stepped from her as she began to move away from him. His eyes narrowed in confidence. He was taunting her. He knew that she has meet her match. He was playing games. So tell me, Ace. What brings you here? “Well, Fetisha. In all honestly, you brought me here. I couldn’t pass up this beautiful relationship here, now could I?” He stepped back towards her. Again, he dangerously tangled his threads against her own once again. Another lightening strike found its target into his limbs. He was enjoying this. Being so close to danger. Anticipation. “Fetisha. Fetisha,” he taunted. He whispered. His deep voice being seductive along with the stance of his language. “You are most certainly named correctly. You wish to worshipped for your power. You are surely someone who should be sexually desired.”

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Tension is indeed what overwhelmed both of our physiques, however none was to wards aggression. Instead, they were a mix of our own lust and desire. Such a fatal mixture it could be if one allowed it to completely over take them. You, love, are such a slut.. She was right, in one sense. When someone strikes me as appealing, then yes I suppose I could be considered such a thing. Although in most cases I was over whelmed by the need to taste crimson red blood. This was a nice new twist that I was experiencing. I continued to watch the dark hued one rather closely. My own optics refused to leave his for even a moment. I was waiting for something, anything. Any sudden movement that would need to be followed by an instant reaction of my own. Twin towers twitched slightly as I pressed that evil wenches voice back to the back burner of my brain. This was all me now, not her. I had my own snout up by his ear when I whispered into it. Which, was not a particularly smart move on my behalf. That made my entire neck open, and vulnerable. If I were using a little more common sense, I would not have done that. I would have known that would be the last thing I needed to flash off. But of course I seemed to be lacking in common sense at this particular moment. Or maybe, It was because I had caught the scent of the General penetrating off Ace's pelt. This is my cover, so I'll use which ever story I wish. Before I could move my dial even slightly I felt his dull canines pressing against my own thick skin. However, never did they penetrate through the skin, just simply applied pressure that was all. As if trying to knock me off my high horse which we all know doesn't come that easily. I was quick to cower down, to know when I've been over powered.... But, she wasn't. She wouldn't allow a male to over power her even if it meant sudden death upon the two of us. Stubborn bitch she was. Damn straight. A low growl caused my own chest to rattle and rumble as I held rather still in his grasp. a bit of irritation running through my veins at that point. Causing that blood to bubble. Once he left go, and simply stepped in the opposite direction my own eyeballs lits narrowed in agitation, looking him over once more. This one could prove to be a bit more.... fun... I shook my head in disagreeable to her which probably made me look a bit foolish but my attention went quickly back to him. He may be fast and cunning.. But see, we have a whole different approach to things than he does. After he had answered my question I couldn't help but laugh, He was quick, and a smooth talker. Well lookie there. As his embodiment moved to wards mine once again, he once more tauntingly allowed his ebony strands to entwine with my own alabaster ones. And then his words flowed once more into my auds, this time they were twisted with a sense of passion and heat. Flowing so smoothly off his own pink tongue. That twisted grin now slipping upon my lips once more. He wants to play, doll. Lets teach him how to tango. Her cackling, shrilling laugh caused my entire body to shiver and a flame of desire, and enjoyment soon flickered in my own honey sickle orbs as I watched him. Soon enough I began to move, just as well. Planting a rather firm, yet in a sense playful nip near the base of his tail before I weaved around him. My own frame much smaller compared to his. By the looks of us we were so far different, like night and day. My body slipped passed his own now, allowing my tail to run along his broad chest first, then slither beneath his chin like some snake before I turned to face him. That Cheshire cat grin never once leaving my lips. "Well, doll. Since my game is out of the question. Which one do you wish to play?"

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