Ilyich
Head Huntress
Ruler of Evil
Gay alter ego's are more interesting
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Post by Ilyich on Jul 13, 2010 11:30:07 GMT -5
ooc:// IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH BLOOD AND SELF MUTILATION I WOULD AVOID THIS THANK YOU D:
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well that's okay cause I like the way it hurts....
I think that the world is red.
Her world spun, blood and blackness fighting for control of her mind. Sound pounded in her ears, they pressed to her skull as yet another fit of malicious laughter spilled from her maw. Ginger eyes rolled, their glowing depths blazing with insanity. Her tongue lolled past parted tawny jaws. Spittle hung from ivory fangs. Blood. Blood!
It dripped in cascading brilliance across her shoulders, down her forelegs. Oh God. Alluring iron flared in her nostrils, and in her own mind she shrieked in joy. Ragged fur lifting and falling in waves of disturbed ecstasy the leopard let loose another shriek of crazed laughter. Others would look on her now, head raised to the heavens, ragged gash on her shoulders, lips parted in a mad yowling to the tree trapped moon, and see insanity. All she saw was beauty. Red pulsing beauty.
Sweet agony.
Oh sweet agony
Her pelt rippled, the moon cast its glow across her bloody perfection. Dripping with her own blood the Panthera let her trembling legs give out. Body sprawling, her tan limbs crumbled. Head smacking a thick root on the way down, Ilyich rolled legs flailing in the air.
Oh sweet agony.
She looked to be caught in a fit, a trembling fit of insanity. What was she other then insane? She rolled her bought of joy failing. She rolled carefully back and forth from shoulder to shoulder. It died slowly, the joy. It shuddered its way out of her open maw, and with a hesitant whimper she let it go. Ilyich could pound herself, break herself, but the perfection never lasted. Even now blood mixed with snow slush in her other wise beautiful pelt, and she could not find the joy again. It only came once, once when her skin tore with a wonderful rip.
Only once her mind whispered sadly. She could not grip the emotion, she could not drag it back into her. As it left it took her everything with it. It whispered away into nothingness and once again her world was void. Emotion as something she did not control. Nothing but fear and suspicion winked in her flaming gaze. Not until her flesh ripped. Not until her blood fell- scarlet on the carpet of dead earth. And so it did. As she dragged her graceful form off the spattering of rustling dead things she glanced down at the pool of scarlet. Its congealing blackness did nothing to arose the whimpering need.
The catch of barbwire in her thick hide had been too much to withstand. Her legs where cut in several places,and the need had sparked fed by her bloody limpings. She herself had slammed her shoulders roughly into the biting metal. humans are stupid, stupid creatures who think their inventions could keep out the needy.
The hungry maybe, but not the needy. Not the one who survived on pain and the glancing blows of anything she could latch into her pelt. But it was all gone now. all gone. Ilyich sat back on her haunches slowly, her tail flicking blankly back and forth. Her fore legs had stopped their persistent bleeding, and now her only comfort was the sticky tide drooling down her back. Wide ragged cuts slithered across her shoulders, their bloody edges flaring out in agony towards the sky. And now that she sat the blood had slipped away form its tunnels towards her feet and created new trails down her back. Red slipped along her skin, making her shake.
But this was bad, and she was stupid. The leopard lifted her skull slowly, eyes blank and fearful in their sockets. A pride mate would find her, and try to stop her. They would hold her to the ground and tell her she was mad. They would stop her, but they never would. Not unless they could supply a substitute. Let them try, and try, and try. They would fail. And she would watch in her bloodied glory. She would watch and think why they wanted her to die in suffering so badly.
Just gonna stand there and hear me pray? Well that's okay cause I love the way you lie....
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Post by Bhu on Jul 29, 2010 7:57:56 GMT -5
My eyes hold sorrow for the past, and the future promises more tears to shed. The hunt ended abruptly, but I gave no sounds of protest. My swollen form had me moving considerably slower, and I knew I would have to flee soon, with or without Tuma. My mood swings were frequent, the pain becoming unbearable, and the sight of my enlarged stomach was bound to draw attention soon. It wasn't long, now, before I made a break for a better life. Maybe not a better life for me, but one for my beloved unborn bundles.
But it wasn't my condition that had stopped my attempt at a hunt. Rather, I scented the strong, coppery, aroma of blood. And what made my insides tighten further were the sounds raking through the trees. It was pleasure, and I reconized the roar. Ilyich. Concern wept over me, already holding a fond spot for the confused leopardess. I knew her secret, and she knew mine. I was loyal to helping her, and now was a time I could aid.
Giving a slow run towards the roars, I was careful not to rock my stomach too furiously. Though I cared deeply for Ilyich, my main concern was, and always would be, my cubs. Even unborn, I loved them dearly. "Ilyich." I said her name calmly before taking the final lunge to see her torn appearance. No shock played my features, for I had known what to expect. Care entered my vision and I made a slow approach, moving forward to touch my tails to hers in compassion. "Please, you have to stop this. You have cats that care for you, now." It wasn't a demand, but rather a plea. You think you're the one who can save me? I want to see you try, and laugh as you fail.
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Ilyich
Head Huntress
Ruler of Evil
Gay alter ego's are more interesting
Posts: 200
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Post by Ilyich on Aug 3, 2010 17:23:02 GMT -5
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well that's okay cause I like the way it hurts....
Why do people hate masochists so much? Why is it so hard to just let them live in their own disturbed fashion? Control. That's why. They wanted so bad for everything to be average, for everything to be just how they wish it to be. And when it wasn't it was wrong. The people who didn't want to fit in their little box where deemed crazy and handed off to men in white coats who would hold them in cells until they screamed for mercy to end the suffering even they couldn't handle.
The sound of paw steps had her head turning, whiskers twitching. Anna. Oh dear sweet Anna. How had she disappointed her, the tiger who meant so much to the circle? That's all she had ever been good at, turning animals against her. As the scarlet locked woman stepped closer the spotted one slunk back. Don't touch me. Don't look at me. I don't want you to hate me. Don't want you to send me away. Ginger eyes slammed shut. Fighting to hide behind this flickering barrier, Ilyich wavered. The leopards name slid from the brush, and then the tiger truly appeared. Flinching away form persecution the spotted cat waited silently for the rebuke. Or the terrified 'how could you'.
And when it didn't come she slit her flame colored eyes to stare at the world. Words, calm and worried slid into her ears. Ana's voice held a quality that took the young leopard's ears forward. A plea, a worried plea. Head rising slowly, she let her ears fall back once more. "Cats who care?" she whispered. "There's no such thing as 'cats who care' Turning her head she stared at this odd caring tigress. "why do you think I do this?" she whispered, rolling her ragged shoulders, indicating her lacerated legs. "Why do you think I wont stop?"
Just gonna stand there and hear me pray? Well that's okay cause I love the way you lie....
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Post by Bhu on Aug 3, 2010 18:00:03 GMT -5
She slunk away and I didn't blame her. If I were her, I may expect a cold attack, perhaps dismissal. But that wasn't in my nature. This was a helpless cub in my eyes, one who need assurance and love. Not anger. No, I'd show her only kindness, no matter what she retaliated with. I'd never give up on her.
Her words made me pause, considering them faintly. Though I partly agreed with her statement of there being no 'cats who care', I couldn't allow her to see my submission to it. I had to show strength, love, compassion. No inbetween. Letting defiance come to my gaze, I tightened my muscles. "You do have cats that care. All of Zonta cares. All of Zonta loves you. I love you, Ilyich!" My voice got higher with each word, finally ending with tears in my eyes. It was true.
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Ilyich
Head Huntress
Ruler of Evil
Gay alter ego's are more interesting
Posts: 200
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Post by Ilyich on Aug 8, 2010 18:18:33 GMT -5
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well that's okay cause I like the way it hurts....
Her eyes brushed across the tabbied animal, grazing the determination there. Determination for what? To try to speak her out of her form of sanity? Anna wanted to watch her burn in silence instead of thrive in agony? Was she not alowed to be happy? Was this tiger placed before her to make her trembling limbs seem berable. No. ILyich was emotionless, or at least lost to the things that many call 'happy'. If she where human they would call her 'anti social'. They would give her a new box to sit in, a box with people like her. They would let them heal together, or at elast plot out ways to fake that healing. But Anna wouldn't give her that, no. Anna decided to throw salt in her open wounds. And even a masochist has her limits.
Terror. Angony.Betrayal. So many emotions. Her ears hardly caught the words the woman tossed at her. No. No. NO. Hackles raised in an instant, snarl ripped across her face, calws extended. "Theres no such thing!" the roar shot through several octives in its parched rusty shriek. ANy look of emotion died off of her right then. No anger, no fear. No remorse. No joy. Nothing. Because there was nothing. Nothing to feel, no words to rejoice upon. Love didn't exist. Care was a word fabricaited to make sence of maternil instincts because no one wanted to admit the only reason they didn't eat there young was because their primevil mind told them not to.
Cold orange eyes stared at the other, she saw nothing. No outline, no ghost. Nothing. "Hasn't the world proven that?" the words came out with no inflection, no wants or needs or fears. Like a rusty hinge with no silver left with wich to shine. She just stared. In her terror her body had shut down, in her agony the vault that let so little slip from it stashed everything away. Ilyich knew the tiger's name, she was Anna. Ilyich knew that she was supose to like this tigeress, but she couldn't remember what that ment. Her mind curled into a tangle of snares. Its because it means nothing. You can not remember because it was not important enough to do so. "Hasn't your falsified dreams proven that? No wishes can be real, they are lost. No emotion be made true, they are false. There. Is. Nothing."
Just gonna stand there and hear me pray? Well that's okay cause I love the way you lie....
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Post by Bhu on Aug 8, 2010 19:51:27 GMT -5
Oh, how I long to show how much I believe and agree.
Her words didn't phase my physical appearance, but inside they were like claws. There was so much validity behind the things she spoke, Onida and Ahote had proven that to me. But what would happen if I let Ilyich know I envied her lust for personal blood. How could I channel my inner pain? Agony was something I avoided on instinct, but would it help if I got over that fear.
No, Anna, snap out of it. The voice was not my own, but I made the quick decision to submiss. I had to be above it all, not let the males who'd hurt me get me down. Ilyich needed help, not encouragement. I was the only one who knew, so I was the only one who could possibly give a damn. "Take a breath and keep calm, love." My voice was a purr, though my face held no pleasure. I sat down so as to pose no threat. "I do not understand your lust, baby, but I admit that I understand your words. This world is hard and shows little love, but there is some hope. Don't you know Dio? He should be reason enough."
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Ilyich
Head Huntress
Ruler of Evil
Gay alter ego's are more interesting
Posts: 200
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Post by Ilyich on Aug 27, 2010 5:03:58 GMT -5
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well that's okay cause I like the way it hurts....
Lifeless eyes watched the flickering tiger with no comment. She didn't care, right now she was fighting to just stay standing. Her body stung, and the sting sent little waves through her. Waves that lapped at the box, trying to erode the steel bars. Not that it worked, they had sealed themselves up far too tight. fish had happened before, and eventually those waves would work their way through, but here and now? No Anna would get nothing but a blank stare from her. Ears curved atop her head at an angle of blatant ignorance the leopard simply watched, blood flecked pelt twitching as it felt the little drops roll off of it. This tigress who seemed so important and yet so easily left looked at her in an odd manor, her mind decided. Something was wrong in her eyes. But this spotted woman did not seek the answer. She couldn't find it in herself to be curious right then, so she just stared.
The ginger locked animal spoke again, her voice rising and falling with an unconvincing purr. Love. What did that word mean? But her mind latched onto the other bits, avoiding the terror of trying to decode something she could never understand. Breathe. She was breathing. Isn't that what she was doing? Her lungs filled, pockets capturing oxygen and sending the useless air back out. Ilyich was sure she was still breathing. And then the next word was spoken in the same manor. Calm. Calm was what she was as well. Was she snarling or weeping in any high emotion? No. She was standing in silence, a hiatus on her emotion. So what did Anna think was so necessary about those poorly spoken words? Ah but the words continued, in a lower tone.
As the larger cat sat, Ilyich took it upon herself to mimic her. Tail curled at the tip she waited drawing in the sounds of the tiger's voice. For the most part she ignored the words. If Anna understood her own then why was she questioning them? It made no sense. Some hope, she said. Yes there was some hope, and it came from the blood still snaking down her spotted legs. The wound on her shoulders had clotted over, once again. Though the ragged holes in her legs where shallower they where also in more motion, and so still the red substance dripped. It clung to her fur like dew. Dio, she said. Saying a name like it meant something to the cat. This leopard came from a place far away. A kennel where no hope was ever offered. A cage where only her brothers knew her voice, and where only her brother's voices whispered in her ears. She knew not of Dio, only knowing what she could gather.
A story. That's what it was, a fantastic story to make death seem much kinder then it really is. A story to make your tears seem reasonable, when in truth they never where. Maybe the world demanded to much of Him, and He could not keep up with the demand for perfect lives. But in his not keeping up He forgets felines. He forgets to save the damned. And in his forgetting he may not be anger with those that forget him.
Just gonna stand there and hear me pray? Well that's okay cause I love the way you lie....
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Post by Bhu on Aug 28, 2010 12:47:38 GMT -5
I focused in on her quiet gaze, watching as she mimiced my sitting. In the past I would have had my tail risen in gentle dominance, showing the world I was Head Huntress of Zonta, dear lover of Onida. But no longer. Now I collected my tail around my limbs, much like this humble member of mine; my friend. We were equals always, but now even more so. I dismissed my place as leader, not wanting to admit I had ever loved the backstabbing fool of an alpha. But now was not the time to cower behind the bars of my battered soul; I had to be strong for precious Ilyich, who was more my child than Ahote could be now.
The silence lengthened and I decided to focus intently on reading her expression. Had she heard of Dio? I'd gathered yes, but couldn't be sure. If she was aware of the legend, then she showed no solid sign of it. With this decided, I knew I had to approach it like she were a stranger to the Baboon, and allow her to stop me if she knew the stories. "Faith in Him alone is what keeps my paws moving forward, daughter. He is my only hope." I stopped here, eyeing her curiously. Shall I continue on and explain what and who He is, or is she aware and simply have made the decision to forget?
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