Kaida
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Post by Kaida on Mar 14, 2008 1:17:56 GMT
“Let’s get something to eat,” Kaida suggested suddenly, perhaps out of nowhere to anyone listening but she was confident that her mind was so attuned with her mates that he would know where her thought process had come from, and indeed more than likely shared it himself. Luring someone in, watching Devin kill them in a delightful manner and then all this talk of the pathetic nature of the human race as a whole had all served to work up a strong appetite in the blond female and for once, her hunger was truly for food instead of some other deep rooted itch.
She wanted meat, some nice, thick meat and while Kaida normally enjoyed the finest things in life, the most expensive drink or outfit or diamond necklace there were times when you just needed something as simple as meat, in any form. That wasn’t to say that she would turn down a posh restaurant, only that right now, she saw no need to be picky about the choice of venue so long as they didn’t try and kill them with bad food; Kaida would really lose her temper if the food was bad.
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Devin
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Devin on Mar 16, 2008 15:56:15 GMT
“Something to eat sounds good,” Devin agreed, glancing around at those around them once more before turning his eyes to the establishments along the street. He did indeed share his mate’s thought process. Killing and thinking on humanity’s pathetic nature was hungry work and it required some substantial food to satisfy the hunger. It was just a matter of finding a place that seemed as if it would be capable of giving them exactly what they wanted and plenty of it.
“Is there anyplace in particular that you’d like to go?”
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
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Post by Kaida on Apr 4, 2008 13:25:17 GMT
She eyed the few places along the street that boasted fine food, either by their names or by sickeningly cheerful and gaudy coloured signs outside. Frankly, some of the images, colours and play on word titles were so distasteful to Kaida that she could easily see herself using the signs to beat to death the person who had come up with the idea, perhaps ending the impromptu torture session by force feeding them chunks of the sign which had been broken off during the aforementioned beating, as wood or metal connected to flesh and bone.
It was an amusing thought, the images distracting her for a moment or two away from the thoughts of where to eat. All too soon however her stomach growled, a rumbling sound that was more natural coming from her own mouth than any other part of her body. Kaida sighed lightly, a faint pout on her face, none of the places in view particularly appealing to her.
“I don’t know, somewhere that does thick meat… maybe an out of the way place in case we decide to have some other fun afterwards…” Kaida suggested. While she was a fan of showy, over the top gestures, even she knew that if they lost their temper in a place with lots of security and members of the public, then they would have some troubles cleaning up after themselves.
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Devin
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Murderer
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Post by Devin on Apr 13, 2008 22:10:45 GMT
Devin considered the possibilities as he glanced around again, giving a soft, annoyed growl when someone bumped into him. Humans were so incredibly clumsy sometimes, it was all he could do to refrain from doing something drastic to them because of it. Of course, he had done such things for far less, but right now, he was attempting to keep himself under control and pulling out his knife again would not be a sign of him being in control of himself. Not to mention it would likely cause a ruckus and, while those could be fun at times, he was in no mood for one.
“There’s that steak place a few streets over. They know how to do meat right and it’s a little off the beaten path.”
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
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Post by Kaida on Apr 16, 2008 1:13:11 GMT
Kaida nearly always had in the back of her mind a running loop of murder and mayhem, a quiet – and often not so quiet – voice in her head pointing out all the ways she could kill or hurt those they passed. The words often came with imagery, sometimes so vivid that for a split second Kaida wasn’t sure what was real and what was imagined, the two worlds interlaying. It was, she felt sure, a sign that if other people knew about it, they would deem her insane. She didn’t feel insane, not even in the moments where she wondered if she had killed or not; instead the voice and the ideas served to keep her forever inspired in her art.
When the human had dared bump into her Devin the images had come fast and thick, images of making the pathetic weakling grovel for mercy and forgiveness for coming the deadly – fatal – sin of touching someone so much greater than them. Kaida may have been a big fan of enjoying everything life had to offer, especially the more sinful parts but she didn’t appreciate someone annoying Devin, even in the mildest of ways. “Oh yes,” Kaida breathed, the human forgotten for the moment although somewhere she made a mental note of the scent, should their paths ever cross again. “Nice and quiet, but enjoyable food. Someday we shall have to… thank the cook personally.” Only when they grew bored of the city of course and decided to move on; Kaida didn’t want to share things she liked or have to leave them behind alive.
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Devin
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Post by Devin on Apr 28, 2008 15:39:09 GMT
Devin was almost always thinking of various ways to kill someone and he especially enjoyed it when he came up with something he hadn’t done before. He loved to experiment with some new torture or killing method and he would work on it, human after human, until he had perfected it. Sometimes, he could get it perfected after only one or two times, but occasionally, he had to used it on three or more people until he could get the method- whatever it might be- to his liking. Oftentimes, his ‘playroom’ might send the message that he was nothing but a mindless killer who didn’t care how he killed someone as long as he killed them, but that was far from being the truth. Murder was an art form and it took work to get various forms worked out to perfection. Devin knew that people would think he was insane if they knew what he did and how he thought. Maybe he was. He didn’t care though. So long as Kaida either didn’t think he was insane or wasn’t bothered by it, then he wasn’t going to let the thought of being insane bother him.
The human was forgotten quickly- they were clumsy creatures and while he might have ripped the fool’s throat out for something like that during one of his murderous moods, he was distracted enough by the thought of food (and of course, Kaida) that it didn’t matter enough for him to really get annoyed over. At Kaida’s statement about the cook, Devin gave the sort of grin that most people would find scary. “You’re right. Someday, we’ll have to do that. For now, though, I’m content to let him keep doing what he does so we can get some good meat.”
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
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Post by Kaida on May 8, 2008 23:57:49 GMT
There was art in death, of that Kaida believed with all her heart. Even humans seemed to be slowly getting with the program as they explored the image of death in all their creative arts, photographs, drawings, even dead sheep suspended forever. There was a fascination too with death, in the way humans tried so desperately to preserve the body, to embalm, mummify, display their dead for all to see, showing off the skill and art of the craft. Kaida and Devin simply followed on in that tradition, creating some kind of perverse beauty out of the grimness of death; if they enjoyed themselves a little more than was necessary or killed more than they should then it was simply a way to express themselves.
And how better to express the dark than through what both truly enjoyed? If they were mad, so was the rest of the world and personally Kaida liked to think that they alone were sane and it was everyone else who had the problem. Devin’s smile might have put lie to that belief had Kaida cared enough to really think about it, but when she looked at him she didn’t think about if they were or were not crazy. She simply looked at him as though she loved him, his smile warming her and making her think suspiciously soppy thoughts. “I’m in no hurry to give him his eternal reward,” Kaida agreed, not wanting to get rid of the good food until they absolutely had to. “Just thinking about his face when he finds out is enough for now.”
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Devin
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Post by Devin on May 26, 2008 22:44:32 GMT
Many times, Devin forgot exactly how crazy and homicidal that particular smile made him look. He didn’t really care most of the time, but, not only did he need to keep a sane mask on while out in public, but he sometimes wondered what exactly Kaida thought of him; he didn’t mind what others thought, but Kaida meant everything to him. Hers was the only opinion that mattered to him. She was the only one in the world who mattered.
Devin did greatly enjoy what they did and he felt the way Kaida did; what they did was an art form and, like all other forms, it took practice to perfect. He thought he had perfected certain aspects of their art form, but there were still a number of them he needed to practice more and others that he had yet to discover.
“The time to send him on will come soon enough. For now, I'm all too happy just to let him cook us some nice, thick pieces of meat.”
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Kaida
Rogue Werewolf
Murderer
we can get together, and i'm going to tie your wrists with leather
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Post by Kaida on Jun 30, 2008 21:42:29 GMT
It didn’t really occur to her to tell him how she felt most of the time; it was something that seemed to work better without words, without the desire to try and reassure him over and over again verbally, when in her mind the simple fact she was with him should have been proof enough, Kaida really not being the sort of female who would stay anywhere unless she really wanted it, as she wanted this. For all her many faults, Kaida cared for him, and in her own way, she loved him deeply. But aside from the mornings after a torture session with another man, a time when even she realised some proof of her feelings wouldn’t go amiss, the thought of constant declarations was not in her mind.
“Mmm,” Kaida muttered softly in agreement, the sound sounding almost like a rumble of contentment at the mere thought of the meat. Her fingers trailed along the bare skin on the back of Devin’s hand, tips and the very edge of her nails dancing over the veins and the soft flesh there before slowly moving around to the inside of his wrist, the more sensitive area. There was nothing and nobody like her mate, nobody as strong or as handsome or even as receptive to anything she did. With Devin at least, Kaida could always be assured that her touches would provoke a reaction.
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Devin
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Post by Devin on Jul 25, 2008 21:40:47 GMT
Devin knew that he was being ridiculous sometimes and did what he could to remind himself of the fact that Kaida wouldn’t still be with him if she didn’t want to be. She wasn’t the sort to stay in a situation that she didn’t like, so her still being with him should have been enough of a sign that she cared to make him happy. And, for the most part, it really was. He by no means needed to hear her say that she loved him constantly, but there were times when he needed to hear it. He tried to ignore those and remind himself of what he knew about Kaida and it had the tendency to work about eighty percent of the time.
Devin made a content noise in the back of his throat at the touches that he was certain Kaida, at least, would hear. She was good at getting reactions from him- she knew exactly which reaction she would get from him when she did something. He knew that it made him predictable and that could be bad, but sometimes, he supposed that it could be good.
Continued at: Dakota’s Steakhouse with Kaida
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Amirah
Rogue Werewolf
Bounty Hunter
Sure fatal doses, malcontent through osmosis.
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Post by Amirah on Oct 18, 2011 20:30:54 GMT
POST TIME SKIP.
CONTINUED FROM: Parking Garage with Thatcher.
Amirah was silent as they drove, her eyes moving from the window beside her to the windshield and back again, evidently taking in the surroundings. If she was perfectly honest Amirah did not like cities, especially ones like Los Angeles. They served their purpose, they were vast, anonymous sprawls, easy for prey to hide within but they were also crowded, loud and rank. Humans didn't exactly bother her, she had no feelings about them one way or the other; as long as they did not interfere with her goals she saw no reason to involve herself with them and the same could be said for anyone else, really. They were a necessary evil though, cities, they were often magnets for vampires and their pet wolves and several of her siblings had been sold into service so Amirah had to deal with cities. It was a small price to pay, she felt, her discomfort and disquiet for the opportunity to locate and liberate one of her bloodline. One skill of many she had acquired over the very long years she had been doing this was the ability ignore displeasure, to push such useless indulgent thoughts to the back of her mind and forget them. Amirah had a mission to complete, she had a goal to strive for and for that she could and would give up simple things like her peace of mind and her sanity, even. Those she was hunting deserved that at the very least.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Thatcher on Oct 18, 2011 21:31:26 GMT
Thatcher liked busy cities like Los Angeles. Anonymity was easy to achieve, at least the level that he aimed for anyway, and there were always plenty of vampires for him to kill, even in pack territory, those arrogant and ambitious creatures who thought to skulk around beneath the noses of the wolves who had overthrown them and robbed them of their power. Unlike Amirah he was more than used to the noise and the smell, the constant clamour and the thick stench of countless people going to and fro, and all the cars and bikes and waste and everything in between. Thatcher couldn't imagine living anywhere quiet, somewhere secluded and away from the world and the press of violence and bloodshed that had become his life. It had been many years since he had lived a quiet life, or at least his version of it. Those days were far behind him.
"Beverly Hills is where the smallest pack live. A strange place for them to settle down, but I don't see them lasting long. From what I've seen and heard, they're far from stable." With a small shake of his head and a brief glance in the rear-view, he added, "I don't know what it is about this city that seems to either draw unstable packs or make them that way." It was an extremely weak and lazy joke, not really a joke at all, more a criticism delivered with a sigh and the faintest trace of a smile that didn't quite make its way to the surface.
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Amirah
Rogue Werewolf
Bounty Hunter
Sure fatal doses, malcontent through osmosis.
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Post by Amirah on Oct 18, 2011 21:40:33 GMT
Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, for Thatcher it was likely that she would either have not gotten the joke to begin with or she simply would not have laughed if she did. Even cracking a smile was usually out of the question for her, she was serious through-and-through, an emotionless warrior.
"Unstable," Amirah echoed, taking her eyes from the road ahead of the car and angling them at Thatcher. "How so?"
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
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Post by Thatcher on Oct 18, 2011 21:52:46 GMT
Thatcher could count on one hand the number of times he had seen Amirah smile and still have fingers to spare. Ultimately he wasn't really after a reaction, certainly not something as unlikely as a smile or -- god forbid -- a laugh, but it did get her talking again, and that had been the aim. He kept his eyes on the road as he spoke; he had seen his fair share of irresponsible or just plain stupid drivers in this city and what happened to them. He was in no rush to join them, as sharp as his reflexes were.
"I haven't had much experience with them personally," he told her, keeping his eye on a motorcyclist behind them who was tailing close behind the Mustang. "I have a source in the city who says they're unpredictable, frenzied even. Members of the pack have been seen in wolf form in the city, which is risky wherever you go, especially when you're so close to bigger, older packs." From what Thatcher had heard, they were the sorts of wolves who gave the race a bad name, and it was probably better for them that they hadn't crossed paths; he wouldn't have hesitated in putting one down if he had been provoked or attacked. A pack as unstable and volatile as the one based in Beverly Hills didn't seem organised enough to track down anyone in a city as large as Los Angeles.
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Amirah
Rogue Werewolf
Bounty Hunter
Sure fatal doses, malcontent through osmosis.
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Post by Amirah on Oct 18, 2011 22:09:26 GMT
For a moment she was silent again, considering this information the way she did anything that came up, deciding whether or not it was pertinent and filing it away for a later date. This pack he described sounded young, reckless and likely to burn out of their own accord, though she had not experience when it came to packs personally. There had been some she'd dealt with over the years, of course, but Amirah had never been part of one, not a real pack. Though she had been brought up around wolves, many of them, they were not structured as a pack; they were headed by a vampire patriarch of all things.
"These older packs have done nothing to curb their behaviour?" She queried, looking ahead again with a characteristic frown. It seemed madness to her that they had not done anything if these wolves were so volatile, but then again she spent her life in the shadows, living in discretion not as a wolf from the wider human world but as a fugitive from her creator, as a renegade daughter intent on burning down the house of the man who had wronged her so much.
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