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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11ie7f9.jpg] A thick fog clung upon the air, blinding the eyes of any unaccustomed creature. Clusters of trees in various heights and shapes mingled, the mist writhing through their leaves. An ominous air lay upon the forest. The smell of danger was as sharp as rotting prey. For indeed, this was the forest of Nyrella, a stronghold for evil and witchcraft. Not many pack wolves entered this land, and those few who did enter rarely came out. A lithe figure parted from the mist, elegantly trotting under the canopy. If one had eyes sharp enough to see the creature as it ran, they would identify a tall, powerfully-built male wolf. His black fur gleamed handsomely, and although he traveled alone, he looked sleek and well-fed. Bright red markings stood out upon his pelt, seeming to glow in the dim half-light. Sharp orange eyes moved with his body, amusement and a hint of sadistic cruelty gleaming in their depths. One might consider a handsome, harsh, powerful black wolf to be a bit cliché. Well, not in his book. Call him cliché and he’ll show you that he’s the opposite. And we’re not talking about death here. Tell him he’s insane, perverted, cruel, weird, or anything else. Just never call him boring. Never. Mhere was a traveling wolf. He never liked to stay in one group for long; well, more like he couldn’t stay in one group for long. Along with many other reasons, he always ended up being kicked out because of his . . . tastes. To be honest, he enjoyed the flavor of other wolves – cannibalism. And once one wolf found out, everyone found out. His name was feared among Nyrella; wolves avoided him and his familiar “Devil Marks,” as they called it, for they knew he rarely gave mercy. Mhere chuckled. He had to admit, he loved the popularity. Never mind that everyone hated him – he was practically invincible in this forest. Though he knew he could and would die in the future, his status meant he held a greater power over everyone else here. Right now, he wasn’t necessarily sure what he was looking for – love, hate, maybe even food. But whatever it was he got, this would be an eventful day, like all the others. For he was Mhere, the one cursed with the Devil Marks, hated by all, loved by none. And boy, did he enjoy that.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/10f3sic.jpg] Mist - she fuckin' loved it . It was like entering the heaven she knew didn't exist . She didn't believe in any of the bullshit religion - she saw straight through the poorly strung lies, their stick never stuck to her . But there was one idea of the religion that pleased her so - she simply adored to believe that a heaven existed, and that she would enter it after death . Of course, there was no fucking way she actually deserved such a place, but she thought so . After all, she did put up with so much utter shit her entire life . There was no saying that heaven would be the way she wanted it to be, in fact, something in her, in the very back, locked away to keep from any further disappointment, knew that heaven wouldn't be the rainy, damp, and misty land she dreamed of - if would be bright, happy, and sunny . Gross . Through the forest she traveled, carelessly, nonchalantly, smashing plants as she went . They proved her no use - she was quite obviously far better than they - why should she give a rat's ass about 'em ? Squish and squash she did, a slight snicker flopped from her little fangs . From first appearance, Kiara looked like some ordinary wolf, nothing special about her . She wore no rags, no jewels, her pelt was not fashioned of beautiful markings - she was simply an over-fluffed, boring white wolf . Well . . . Despite that she was a slayer . She being her arrogant self, made as many wolves as possible know of her, and her accomplishes . The slayer had started off in a fucked up family, nothing but insanity, and, after the abandoning of her younger brother and sister, she left as well . Though she has made strong attempts to keep it secret, she did fall in love, and did have her heart broken, but she did move on . Alone she wandered for a year or two, before she joined Ordain . From there, she worked and worked and worked until she managed to reach middle class . After that, it was smoothing-fuckin'-sailin' . Literally . Short after reaching her middle class rank, she began to set of for periods of times, slaying any creature worth her time and, finally, became a Basiliskslayer . This wasn't good enough for Kiara though - her competitive attitude did not approve of only this, and soon enough, she gained the rank of a Wyvernslayer . So this is what she is . Proud of it today, unsatisfied tomorrow . Either way, she'll work it out - she'll find something to make herself even better . Maybe she'll find a new creature worth even more than a Wyvern - who knows ! Her walk of fun through the heavenly mists of Nyrella was only short lived, as her eyes soon fell upon the one wolf many people feared, and no one loved . Of course Kiara had caught wind of his name, his tale, and she enjoyed it . She knew of him, of the hated people gracefully laced their words with when they spoke of him . But of Kiara did no such this - in a way, she nearly respected the freak . Of course, he was still just a freak to her . "well ! seems we have a little fucker runnin' around . you sick son of a bitch - you wicked little bastard . you sure as hell got me enjoyin' the shit they say about you . did the little bitch scream ?"

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notes: LOLRAMBLAGEEE ;;
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11ie7f9.jpg] He heard her before he saw her. Mhere ground to a halt. His bright eyes gleamed with malice as the female entered the small space between the trees, her fur barely decipherable among the rolling white mist. However, tiny beams of sunlight pierced through the trees, which was very rare among this hell-bound forest, revealing most of her details to him. She was a simple-furred female, with no markings or special attributions, with dark eyes. Simple. Just the way he liked ‘em. Mhere grinned casually. Yes, I’m that harsh little bastard, that cruel little son of a bitch. I’m scarred with the markings of hell and burned with the evil of the devil. But anyway, what brings you here, pretty one? It’s not often pack wolves come here. He flicked his ears, knowing from her scent that she was from Ordain. I’ve heard there is danger here. Especially from bandits – that is, considering I am one. The brute winked secretively. He wasn’t really trying to impress her or scare her. Honestly, he just wanted to see how far he could get with this. Perhaps I can get a bit of amusement in before dinner. Mhere thought, licking his lips, which was a habit he had picked up when he was in a good mood. And with this delectable female in front of his eyes, he couldn’t help but lick his lips once more. He was hungry – not just for food. To be honest, sometimes he just couldn’t . . . control himself. Lack of self-control was one thing that made him more fearful.

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[ZEi]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/10f3sic.jpg] Her golden and soft eyes that refused to show the hatred she felt watched, her fluffed, perked ears listened, as this bandit, this sick, glorious little fucker seemed to brag of his status, his features. Well, at least, this was how Kiara felt. Pretty one? Tricks like that didn't work on Kiara - they had once, but now they no longer held their spell over her. An overwhelming urge to promptly spit on the floor at his feet washed over her, and nearly over-came her, when she remembered her "manners". He did not feel this way, and she knew - he was one of those little fuckers, womanizers. He'd do whatever he could to screw a chick. Kiara grew up with parents that were practically prostitutes - she knew the ins and outs, the way things worked, the secrets, and the toying. Oh Lord did she know. Or . . . Maybe his intentions were pure? "pah! pretty one - you shure are a smooth talker. i'm not shure how many dipshits have fallen for you. you seem pretty moderate at it - a good few huh? listen - it's none of your fuckin' business why i'm out here." This said, she cocked her head up just a bit, pretended to sniff the air, and closed her eyes. She wouldn't be fooled today - she was no dumbass. Of course, as this sick ass went on, she had a . . . Slight change of heart. When he seemed to insist her being weak, she stopped her air of pride and refusal to take the bait, and cocked a brow. Weak? Had he np idea what status she held? "okay, you obviously have been living under a rock, so, i'll tell you a little something about myself. i'm not some fuckin' whiny little bitch - i'm not afraid of any damn bandit around, i think it should be the other way around - i'm a motherfuckin' wyvernslayer. if i can take a god damn wyvern down, i shure as hell can take a bitty bandit." Was she being over her head? Of course. But it was just the way she was - arrogant, proud, pushy, mean. She wasn't going to let this bastard treat her like a whiny little pup. No way, no how. Regardless, she took note of his winking, and the licking of his lips. Fuckin' weirdo . . .

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notes: NOT MUCH MUSE AT THE START . . . pretty good at the end :'D pretty short though ;o; IDK . U DECIDE IF ITS GOOD KAYY ? lol i see this goin' somewheresss ~ >u>
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11ie7f9.jpg] Mhere smiled, once more licking his lips. He felt oddly satisfied from the way the female spoke to him in such a spiteful way. No, he felt no contempt or anger or hatred toward her. The only thing that gnawed at him was amusement and an itching sense of curiosity. One question irked him – what was her name? Though names were meaningless to him, sometimes they stuck with him for awhile. Names are the one piece of knowledge that he could gain, at least. By now he had forgotten his siblings’ names – all except for his parents and one brother. However, in no way did he care, or want to care, about his family anyway. Dipshits? I think not. I thank you for your compliments, but I don’t fall for dipshits. If I did, I wouldn’t be talking to you, now would I? said the silver-tongued male. His tongue ran over his chops. Something about her seemed to change. Mhere’s ears pricked intently while she continued speaking. When she finished, his eyes still held that peculiar gleam, a wicked smile still held his lips up in a devilish curve; he didn’t give a rat’s ass about her rank. Nothing really scared him, not even death. Hmm, perhaps I have been “under a rock” too long. Although I myself am never necessarily concerned with the packs anyway. He took up a thoughtful position. Anyway, a Wyvernslayer, you say? I must admit, that is impressive. But I have no wish to fight you; call me scared, if you must. Now, tell me, slayer, he smiled, what was your name again? Mhere never cared about his status as a bandit. Lowest rank was the highest, he supposed. And besides, he wouldn’t give up his position to become a slayer, despite how much respect he could gain. He preferred making others run from him in fear – and respect couldn’t do that. Respect couldn’t kill another wolf and drink the blood of his prey. Only fear could do that. He stifled his stomach from grumbling. Right now, the thought of death made him ravenous.

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[ZEi]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/10f3sic.jpg] Silently she watched as this sick fuck licked his lips once again. Cocking her head to the right just the bit and slitting her golden eyes, she watched, watched carefully . . . Was she having problems seeing? Or was it the mist? . . . In that second, a sudden and extreme chill splashed onto her body, the mist around her, that suffocated her body and that had, just a second ago, made her feel secure and safe, now seemed to grab at her neck, seemed to hold out any of her weak points just for Mhere . . . She suddenly felt as if she were in immense danger. This . . . Kiara had not felt this way in a very, very long time . . . This feeling brought back memories she had locked away for a long time, and this caused an increase in her hatred for him. Ohh, how she hated him now. Oh so suddenly, she hated him - it was as if he had found her weakness. Why was he not afraid of her? Had she . . . Locked pain away with making others feel fear of her? Possibly . . . The more she contemplated, though, the more nervous she became . . . wait . . . think, kiara! okay, okay . . . you've had people not fear you before, right? right! he's just like those few others . . . that's it! don't feel fear, it's just what he wants! Was her nerves only being toyed with because he did not fear her? No, this couldn't be it, it was obviously all the rumors . . . She needed him to fear her. She needed this, or death could possibly be closed than she thought . . . But in the next second, as he continued with what he had to say, her senses, bravery, and pride returned to her, and she stood tall again - the mist seemed to aid her again, though she wouldn't be so quick to trust it again. "are you saying you're starting to like me?" she stopped to contemplate what to say next, and possibly the iddea, "because, if you are . . . i don't believe you. sorry, but your womanizer shit don't work on me." His constant licking his maw . . . It drove her insane! He knew how to truly irritate a wolf . . . But she couldn't show this . . . As he continued, and finished the last things he had to say, her newly regained senses hindered again, and, just for a second, the whole world seemed to turn again her yet again, the mist turning her inside out, showing Mhere her weaknesses. Her mind screamed 'no' the entire time. But this agony died the next second, and left Kiara just slightly dazed. "my . . . name? ehh? oh! my name . . . what's it to you anyway?" she spit.

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muse: pretty good :'D not the best, but yeahh c':
song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=juX2boBzSZ8 harr o3o asl - by i set my friends on fire c':
notes: EEH :'D MHERE BE GETTIN' TO 'ER ;3;
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/11ie7f9.jpg] Suddenly Mhere noticed a change in the female. Only a wolf as keen as he could sense it. Her body stiffened, her legs tightened and moved closer together, as if she was trying to stand her ground against something. A ripple went through her body, raising her fur just the slightest bit. That sly, confident look in her eyes clouded over for a second. Mhere smiled. And licked his lips. Apparently something he had said or done had unlocked something in her. Perhaps a memory, or a feeling, or just a deep hatred. Yes, he could see the loathing in her dark eyes, a hatred toward him because he did not fear her. But he felt nothing towards her – no kindness, no hate, no fear – nothing but amusement. It was always good to have a little show every now and then. He did not care whether she feared him or not. Fear was not necessarily a thing he required, though he always felt a tingle when he could smell the fright off another’s pelt. But he only wanted his name to be spread around the world. Never mind whether it was in hate, fear, or respect – he only wanted them to know. To know that one such being existed, a being that could only be conquered by death. And death would only come to him when he permitted so. . . . As you can tell, Mhere is a bit of the ambitious type. After she had finished speaking, Mhere was silent. A curious gleam entered his eyes as once more that strange fear seemed to lock her body. It was over in a second, though. He smiled when she still hesitated to tell her name. This time her voice seemed weaker, less proud. Yes, something was definitely getting to her. No worries, I never said I liked you. To be honest, I feel nothing for you, or anyone, but myself. If you want me to fear you, I’m afraid you’ve picked the wrong wolf to toil with. Call me cocky, but I fear nothing. Not even death. Mhere smiled, his fangs protruding from his mouth. You could kill me here and now and I would not scream. But of course, I suppose I’m too young to die. And as for your name? It’s nothing to me. But I do like to know names, to see how long I can remember them. It’s the only game I can play, living a life in solitude. Yet the only names I remember up to now are my brother’s and my own. As he mentioned his brother, another emotion entered his eyes. Hatred. The only wolf he could possibly hate. That traitor . . . his brother was nothing but a bastard. The name of his brother ran through his head. Sadon had betrayed him when he had trusted him most. That bastard. It’s . . . it’s all his fault. When we meet in hell, I’ll give him his punishment.

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