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Post by Bengal Brat on Nov 3, 2008 18:18:49 GMT -5
Razzle Dazzle
What will become of me? [/font][/color][/size][/i][/left] Oh dear. Oh my, this was not good. No way! Only days ago, Razzle Dazzle, the breath-taking vix with the coat of snow white and warm chocolate eyes had been reunited with her master, Malou, for the first time in what seemed to be forever. He had this evil glint in his eyes then, and Raz was honestly quite petrified that he would try to force breed her... maybe he had gone off of the deep end! However... before anything could happen, the arrogant brute turned and went back into his den. Now, every time Raz entered his sleeping quarters, his scent grew staler and staler. What happened to the wolven in which the fae with an un-tamable heart had fallen head over heels in love with? That was one thing that she would never know the answer to; Malou was gone, never to be seen again by any wolf.
Just get over it. He never liked you! It was all just a scam! You had no future together! While mentally beating the sh.t out of herself, Razzle Dazzle, the dream wolf of almost all brutes, trotted throughout Solita Forest, head and tail low in that oh-so-popular submissive position of a slave's. However, her eyes were still bright with their usual glow, a flame in which was burning so fiercely that said that she never expected to fall in love again. Not again, especially in this dump of a forest. D.mn this place.
Suddenly, the vix's head shot up, auds spinning around and around atop her magnificent head. An unfamiliar scent made its way into her nostrils. Definitely not Malou... It was another brute, probably the new alpha here. After all... while Malou was ruling over Solita Forest, Raz was really the only wolven besides himself there, with the exception of a visit from the b.tch Hayashi every once in a while.
"Hello? Who's there?" |
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Post by ruffles on Nov 22, 2008 13:55:17 GMT -5
A black shadow stalked the pure white vixen. The bieng was interested in this puzzle piece. She might be of help in some of his 'games' as she knows more of this place then he does. She had been here when he had come and he planned on using her knowledge of this place to his benefit. When he had learned all he needed from her....well the crows might have a fresh dinner soon. With a wicked smile the dark shadowy form took shape into a large, burly wolf. Inky black fur gleamed in the sun and dark strange eyes stared out from the black mass. His eyes were compltely black except for his iris's, which were a appealing silver color.
A few steps carried the large beast to the femme. Canines parted to let deep, baritone lyrics flow out. "So my little vixen I see you have stayed in this place. How..Unfortunate." The last part was said hushed and the rest of his thoughts poured out quickly after. "I require your service so don't think your going anywhere. Tell me your name or be condemed to slave for the rest of your stay." With that he turned to travel back to the intricate system of roots that make up dens. He planned on getting workers to make tunnels. Tunnels that held things no wolf would want to go through or see.
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Post by Bengal Brat on Nov 24, 2008 17:03:35 GMT -5
"So, my little vixen, I see you have stayed in this place. How... unfortunate. I require your service, so don't think that you're going anywhere. Tell me your name, or be condemned to slave for the rest of your stay."
Razzle Dazzle spun around even faster than before at the sound of a dark brute's voice. Unfortunate? Service? Sh.t That's all that she could think of. The new brujo's pelt was an inky black, as were his eyes; the only thing not that shadowy color were his silver irises. Wait... silver? Gheesh... talk about different. Vocals were rough as he spoke, but Raz looked at him, straight and tall, tail low, but head held proudly--not as high as the brute's, of course, but high enough to show that she wasn't one to be broken so easily.
"I'm Razzle Dazzle, but am often referred to as Raz. Who, may I ask, are you?"
What he said to her didn't faze the vix at all, or so it seemed. The only thing that was really going through her mind right now was Malou; she knew d.mn well that he was gone and not coming back, but it still broke her heart to know that she would never know what had become of him. She would never again see his eyes dancing and his maw curled into a genuine smile meant only for her. Oh, how long ago it seemed to be since she last saw the one wolf that she had fallen for.
"And what is it that you want from me, exactly?"
True, she never once addressed the new "alpha" of Solita Forest by a proper title, but her tone of voice and the lyrics that she spoke were not at all rude; she didn't seem to pose a threat to him. However, no matter how tough he may seem, or how nice he was to her in the future -- if she even had a future, that is -- the brujo would never be her leader. The only wolf in the entire world that she ever would have submitted fully to, without any doubt, had been Malou, but he was gone. Razzle Dazzle was back to being that untamed beauty that she definitely had once been.
Pads kissed the ground as she followed the brute a few paces behind; interest sparkled in her eyes, but no smirk was present on her maw. Ooc: Don't do anything like... you can't kill her and can't leave any permanant marks, like the loss of an ear or a massive scar that's really noticeable; if he wanted to attack her and leave her some scratches, that's fine, but no long-term damage. If he wants to force breed her, that's okay, but she'll kick his .ss the whole time and then leave.  She's a feisty one. |
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Post by ruffles on Dec 6, 2008 17:25:52 GMT -5
Would you like to play a game? Beast noticed the fea's stance, strong and proud yet with certain respect for the one above her. Hmmm. Black tower swiveled back as the fea spoke her silvery lyrics. "I'm Razzle Dazzle, but am often referred to as Raz. Who, may I ask, are you?" Her tones were not all disrespectful and that gave her some points in his book. She would do for now. Maw curved into a small smirk while deep resonating tones left his voice box. "I am Beast, but I would ask if you call me Alpha, seeing as that is my position no?"
Curious gaze fell upon Raz as the question was asked. Would she deny his position or would she submit fully and have half a chance of surviving his laboring tasks? Her next question was answered with silence. First his question then maybe he would tell her the truth of what her future would hold in his pack. Beast continued toward the dens. His lyrics returned to the air, surprisingly soft when his next question was asked. "Why do you hang on something that is not here?"
Beast was an interesting creature with a freaky knack for figuring out what one was feeling and why. As the dens came into sight the shadowed wolf stopped and turned slightly. Deep, black eyes looked into warm chocolate eyes. He wanted a straight answer and if she didn't give it to him she would find her first couple of days under him very uncomfortable. |
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Post by Bengal Brat on Dec 9, 2008 15:21:55 GMT -5
Razzle Dazzle
Please don't ask me that... "I am Beast, but I would ask if you call me Alpha, seeing as that is my position, no?"
Ivories glistened in the dim light of Solita Forest as the new alpha parted his kissers to let loose a song that wasn't necessarily what Raz would have liked to hear. Sure, she knew that he was in charge, but she didn't much like addressing anyone with any sort of title unless their actual name was involved. Alpha? Not "M'lord?" Well, if that's what he wants... A slight smile curled itself at the corners of her maw, but was gone in a flash. Only eyes danced on, sparkling brightly with unleashed curiosity.
"Of course, Alpha."
Once again, no sarcasm or disrespect could be found lacing her words as she spoke them, because, as usual, there was none. Razzle Dazzle was a straight-up wolf, always speaking the truth without worrying about how anyone else felt about it. Stance still proud yet respectful at the same time, the vix dipped her head in Beast's direction. She was not one to be broken, no matter what he did. Her eyes told the story; even though Raz accepted the newcomer as the leader of Solita Forest, he would never be her leader, whether he freed her from the rank of a slave or not. Sorry, boy.
"Why do you hang on something that is not here?"
Oh, were those the wrong words. As soft as they may have come out, Raz still took them as some sort of threat, which, in a way, they really were. If there was one mistake that Beast could have ever made around her, it was mentioning Malou. The normally warm pools that deceived her thoughts were now as cold and hard as ice, glazing over for a brief moment. Raz's entire body went stiff as she shot her new "master" a look that should have told him that he should have just kept his big mouth shut. Suddenly, her eyes flashed fire and anyone would think that she was going to attack Beast. Uh oh. However, a moment later, Raz gave her head a shake and all anger faded from her eyes and all stiffness in her shoulders melted. Of course she wouldn't dare maul such a brute, even if he triggered her most sensitive nerve. Now, she was left with such despair it was almost unbearable to even watch.
Pools of warm chocolate brown went back to normal as they stared into those of Beast; the look that she gave him was so piercing that it must have cut right through is soul. It was that of heartbreak and determination, all rolled up into one. I will overcome this. No brute can make me feel like this. Not even Malou. She cleared her throat quietly before answering the brujo's question.
"I gave him my heart, and in return, I had his. He said he loved me, but I guess it was just a lie in the long run. Still... I can't help but feel as if someday, Malou will return, and when he does, I'll be right here waiting for him."
After a few heartbeats, the same look of pride filed slowly back into Raz's eyes, and she looked like she had a minute or two ago. Just a slight frazzle. That's really all that it was. Just so long as Beast didn't mention Malou or how he had just suddenly disappeared from her life like the wind on a warm summer's day, the fae would eventually forget about him. Or at least I hope I do. ...It'll only make my heart ache worse |
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Post by ruffles on Dec 10, 2008 18:28:02 GMT -5
Sly grin lit his face when Beast heard the almost undetectable tone of a lie. Beast had a feeling she would never fully give herself to him. For now that would be fine as long as she did as she was told. Silver eyes narrowed dangerously as Beast recieved an ice cold look. Quickly though she snapped out of it and stared him in the eyes while telling him what he suspected was the truth.
As she spoke a slow grin replaced the thin line of contempt. Beast needed a clear-headed female to help him with several things. First though he would have her help him recruit wolves, then she and the others would help build his 'tunnels'. And after she proved that she was smart enough to survive in his kingdom he would breed her. The only way to escape that fate would be to die. "Good, Now I have a job for you" He paused. "I need slaves, strong slaves who wouldn't betray me. I need tunnels and for that I need strong slaves. Go" With that he headed toward his den. -sorry it's so short. If you want to follow him or something go ahead.-[/size] |
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Post by Bengal Brat on Dec 11, 2008 15:06:29 GMT -5
Razzle Dazzle
Don't play with fire... "Good. Now I have a job for you. I need slaves; strong slaves who wouldn't betray me. I need tunnels and for that I need strong slaves. Go."
A faint smirk played itself upon the thin lips of the snow white vixen, although it didn't really mean anything that would resemble a threat to Beast. So... he wanted her to do his dirty work for him, did he? She would, all right, and with pleasure. However, before Razzle Dazzle even had the slightest opportunity to respond to his "request," the brute wheeled around and went into his den. Dumb males... always thinking they could order fems around... No matter what the inky wolven did, though, Raz would never worship at his feet. The one wolf that had gained her respect was Malou, and now he was gone. With a toss of her head, her mind was cleared; Malou was nothing more to her now than Beast was. However, it would take time to make her forget about him...
With a slight roll of her eyes, the vix trotted proudly after her "leader," wondering exactly what she could get away with in the outside world... oh well. There would be more time to think about that in the future. With a slight burst of speed, Raz passed out Beast and stopped in front of him, blocking his way. Although her posture was not exactly threatening --yet-- it was still enough to show that she wasn't about to move unless she wanted to.
"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into..."
Voice was even with the faintest trace of warning. It should have been obvious by the look in her warm, chocolate-coated pools that she didn't mean that the brujo was going to get hurt or she was going to sabotage any chance he had of getting decent slaves; Raz was a truthful goddess of a wolfess, even if she seemed sly at times. What did she really mean, then? Well, it should have been simple: by playing with her, he was playing with fire.
With that said, Razzle Dazzle gave her "leader" a slight wink and walked briskly back outside, heading towards Auction Rock. Whether Beast wanted her to go there or not, that was where the vixen was headed, and there was no stopping her now. If it was loyal slaves that the brute wanted, then that was exactly what he was going to get... and maybe even a little more. ...You'll only succeed in getting burned |
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Post by ruffles on Jan 14, 2009 11:33:54 GMT -5
The brujo almost let loose a dangerous snarl as the femme stepped infront of him. Getting in his way, by any means, was as dangerous as jumping into an open fire. As she spoke Beast let a smirk fall upon his maw while listening to her intoxicating lyrics. As she left Beasts head turned to watch the vix's rear-end dissappear from view over the horizon off to do his bidding. Grinning he turned back to his den though he swerved from his course to a spot near his own den. The spot was an old Saycomore tree that had died in the last winter. The roots where widened at one point which made a small den already for smaller animals.
Pushing the first half of his large and burly body into the small den he begun to dig into the ground below the hollow tree. Clumbs of dirt and debris flew out behind him and after an hour or two a large underground den had been dug out. Instead of settling down in the new, much larger den than his own Beast turned around and walked to his own den and laid down. If Raz did her job right she was going to like this place. |
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She's a feisty one.