Sights Set, Ready To Aim

[Felicity]

. . . . .SOS she's in disguise. . . . . .
___FELICITY___
. .There's a she wolf in disguise. .

A domesticated girl, that's a l l you ask of me
D a r l i n g this is no joke, this is lycanthropy
T h e moon's a w a k e now, e y e s w i d e o p e n
My body's c r a v i n g, so f e e d the h u n g r y

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Each perfectly trimmed dagger was expertly placed right infront of the other, soft, crecent imprints trailing behind her in a subtle, straight, untouched line. Limbs bearly bent, luminecent under the moon's glow. Her glossy pelt shimmered, the only signal of the fea's movement other than the vibrant chrome dancing on her delicate form. Yes, an innocent minx, appearingly lost in the midnight scene. Though the glitter in her cyan orbs told a much different story. Many a femme come to this very area to become the prey of a lonely brute. But no, Felicity was the predator, crosshairs looking for the unsuspecting brute to target. The hunted becomes the hunter.

She wasn't looking for the prissy lights, nor undecided nuetrals. No, her radar was set on wharped beings, misunderstood, ones who held a rich hatred for the world and it's beings. Ones who would look at her with such disgust, like they had never seen such a vile being before. Adoration and starstruck gazes were unheard of. Ones who had built a wall between themselves and their heart, each brick built by a climatic horror as the brute piled each stone atop the other until all mortal feelings were completely discarded. Bodies that held a cranium who's particles were so twisted, so mangled that just the sent of a fea sent explicit images shuddering thier bulk. So Romeo, Romeo, where art thou?

Her tiara was held atop her pencil boa, auds tilted back, maw held at just a higher angle than her chisled jaw. Yes, she basked in those horrid gazes shot by fellow feas. Instant hate at the sight of the cocky bitch, though the seed of that hate was sowed by envy. Envy for the ga ga gents, who's sights ignored everything other than the minx as her stroll paraded through the hours of darkness. The lioness timed her arrival expertly, after all she knew the minds of her targets well. Surely the knight would not be out in the broad day, the spotlight wasn't apreciated for their kind.

"Ahuuuu'', a soft, sing song tune drifting from a loose jaw, a smirk tugging at the corners of her trim maw. She was sure he was there, stalking, waiting. . Stopping in mid stride she withdrew, drawing in a tucked maw, a smug, sly smile curling velvet lips. She was not an equine in this game, she was a much higher predator on the foodchain.

Resistance was futile, the fea couldn't not attract a gent, demented or not. The heart wants what the heart wants, and who couldn't want her? Each sick, sweet detail was as breath taking as the last. A porcelain doe, distract with her body, attack with the mind. Perfectly dished skull, finely molded maw, and those large orb swimming glassily. Her boa was that of a swan's, though it's beauty distracted by her lovely lock, cascading in twirls, skimming the hide of her delicate shoulder. Who wouldn't want such a fine specimen?

Sitting across the bar, s t a r i n g right at her prey
It's going w e l l so f a r, she's gonna get h e r w a y
N o c t u r n a l creatures a r e n o t so p r u d e n t
The moon's my t e a c h e r, and I ' m her student

[Lithium]

Sometimes I feel so alone,
I just don't know, feels like I been down this road before.
So lonely and cold, it's like something takes over me

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Dark orbs shone murky in the light that reached through the tree tops overhead. Lithium stalked impatiently back toward his liar, his home, his domain. For how much time he spent in this godforsaken forest it might as well have been just another part of his territory. Nothing ever was going on in this part of the area though. Smells tried to give a feeling that there was terrible deeds going on in a place such as this, but Lithium knew better. Females didn't enter the forest, they weren't stupid, but the ones that did, they were in for one hell of a treat.

Soft vocals carried eerily throughout the forest around him making the fine pale hairs on his pelt stand on end. A lullaby of sorts was the tune, and Lithium was instantly intrigued. Ugly dished skull cocked to the side to let the sound drift around him, let himself take in all of the feelings that it brought with it, and then he continued walking as if the sound had never hit him.

That music stayed with him though, calling to him. The whispers in the dark that almost forced him to go and see what kind of creature could make such a noise. A bird, it had to be a bird.

Skull raised once more as glassy orbs scanned the area above his head. "Oi." Lithium said, stopping and waiting for a response. "Shut it." His aud's swiveled in every direction and his words rang around him. Words that came from his maw always made him flinch by how appalling they sounded to his auds'. If only he had beautiful vocals to draw in every equine and animal possible, how much easier his life would be if he could just do such a thing.

Kinda feels like Déjà Vu, I wanna get away from this place I do,
but I can't and I wont say I tried but I know that's a lie cuz I don't,
and why I just don't know.....

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[Felicity]

Distant sounds played in the scene, though she paid them no attention. The mare was lost now, no longer in the present. The quiet night had seduced the fae into her mind, and she was now blazing a trail that had long ago disappeared from lack of use in the forestry of her cranium. But as if as soon as she left, she was violently yanked out of herself by the new exhistance. It was not often one caught her off gaurd, the gent earned an applaud. Bravo.

Maybe you'd say twitch, but the subtle flicker of movement was not one out of those lowly, submissive motions. It was the mere transfer of her idle cranium inside that perfect little skull into the game of cat and mouse, preparing to have her expectations shattered. Though her steed did not induce into a gallant entrance, though bluntly told her to shut it. You know you're messed up when such venom arouses you, gladens you.

Over a hand the brute towered, his tune enveloping revolving auds. In a matter of seconds after his sudden arrival her cold optics had each detail pinpointed. Pallin hide with such marking fit for a fairytale creature, not one from a nightmare in which she had expected. This was quite perplexing to the fae. Maybe she was still in the midst of a dream. Or nightmare, if his personality was as pure as that hide adorned over his mass.

In a flicker of thick lashes her gaze was locked on his, a shocking contrast to the bleach skull holding such pleasurable, dark orbs. Someone had an eye for color. But none of these signs to complement the brute showed, only that perpetual gleam of her ever twirling orbs, rolling her tiara aside, a profile silhouette lining the fae's capitulum, maw falling slack, seconds before producing the minx's vocals.

"Bite me", bittersweet words lingering in the night's song, hint of foreign accent coating the phrase, a slight daring gesture in it. Yes, in the short time of her french inhabitance she managed to acquire a light accent, a treat to any local aud. A coy smile played across her kissers as her ivories met once more. Yes, the brute was much worthy of her cross hairs, which were working into their ritual like a well oiled machine. Now, weapon of choice?

She wasn't one to converse into much conversation, usually she found something much more interesting in the midst of the sentences, and was off without a word, leaving only her fading scent to the poor fellow whom had lost at her game. She wasn't into the brave knight sweeping her off her feet, though his appearance made it look so, she wasn't shooting down the poor fellow yet. Who knew, maybe he'd step up to her level, maybe he could handle it. For the time being, the gent was fine eye candy either way.

The femme was a monster, a killer. Out of this world, looking for someone able to come with her to her planet. No, not a hoe nor promiscuous. At four winters to call her own, so was not worthy of the elder's wisdom, no matter what she dare front. But before she was warped into the puma she proudly prowled today, she did her share of watching, studying mannerisms of the equine species. Her knowledge was valuable, any card to keep her on top was in play, and by the way her optics practically smirked was a very fair warning of this.

Maybe she should fear this stag, after all, he could lead her away to a life outside the spotlight, though everywhere was her comfort zone. Her fine lineage promised to lure any heart into captivity. Every detail of the maven was fine china, from adoringly proportioned skull to erotically perfect nape, and that delicious curve on her rump, all of which cushioned with a light muscle and a hide that was a photographer's dream. Such a deep ebon not thought possible, thin hairs producing almost a pink shade on her pallid section. Whether you were to love her or obtain the minx as a trophy, lust was inevitable.

Then again, fear was a word cleansed from her cranium. Felicity had been through pain of every kind, external, internal, she was now numb. It was a foolish, ignorant to dare risk anything dear to you, whether it be your safety or your heart, in someone else's hands. They're bound to crush, kill it. One way or another. This was what she learned, what she worshiped, what was printed on that wall in her own little mind that held the memories of exactly how she came to know this. It held pity, and sorrow, feelings of mindless life forms barley worth spitting on.

Though she did consider herself of royal decent and worthy of every being's respect, she knew her place. Yes, the femme was a complex one, nearly impossible to figure out, mainly because it was not often you came across such a mare, the typical, local filly didn't even make the cut to be compared. Many a minx in these parts were the damsels in distress, a maiden, while Felicity was the maven. Pursued by many, the vixen considered herself a celebrity in this barren wasteland.

[Lithium]

Words rang out in the forest around the brute. Harsh words that had never been spoken before to him, words of a female. None had ever dared speak against Lithium and such out right disrespect for a brute that exuded such power as he took him by surprise. It wasn't every day that one came upon a female that thought her equal to studs. At least, not in Lithiums' world. In the stags' world, all females followed whatever the leader said, but now to have this female voice hitting his auds, so blatantly going against him, he was pissed. Who was this femme to think that she was his equal and able to issue a command back on his? Even though his command was originally directed toward a bird or some animal of some sort, it didn't matter, she had no right.

The skull snapped from its' position in mid air and swung horizontally, looking for the source of the noise, and there it stood. His heart stopped and his orbs opened wide, it was the first time in a long time his face had shown emotion and he could feel the tightness of his skin as it moved out of its' usual position. This female, was gorgeous, to say that least. Those features that complimented every curve of her body, the way she held herself, hell, she looked like she would break if he even touched her. Such a delicate creature that echoed such ugly words towards him. The whole thing made him giddy, an emotion that almost always meant trouble for females.

He strode forward, body completely composed and features emotionless as they had been before, though those glazed orbs traveled over her features, roaming every curve of her body. Most studs would be embarrassed to be so obvious in their looking over of a female, but not Lithium. He felt that if they were displaying it that he should be able to look all he liked.

Kissers pulled back to reveal white ivories, matching the color of his pelt. Odd that such a stud would have such lovely teeth, they were all apart of what his mother had given him to work with. She gave him a delightfully handsome body with an ugly voice, so in the end, she made up for it. Because after all, beauty was only skin deep and females never looked beyond his outward appearance at the hateful self that lurked beneath. Odd that they never noticed that gleam in his orbs if he said just a few pretty words.

Already he had put the female on guard, he knew that but such matters were trivial as his teeth grazed her neck and traveled along them to her withers. "Name the spot." Were the ugly words that came from his maw, so smooth yet so rigid at the same time. Lithium loved this little game he played with females, he knew he'd be going home to Eris, who, in the end, was the only female he had found worth his time. This female could make a lovely little part of his herd though. Maybe she would keep his beautiful Eris company and then she would be happy living in such a terrible world as was Lithiums'. Lithium had a feeling that Eris lived in a world almost completely the same as his though, her own demons lurked beneath the skin, never to be spoken of ever again.

[Felicity]

[[ooc :: I'm sorry I've been MIA Dx Since school's starting I've been struggling to balance my school life, social life, horse life (Those things have to be taken care of every day apparently. Guess I never got the memo. Hehe, nooo, but I don't mind bragging 'bout my shiny new hunter jumper horse who is addmitedly amazing.), aannndd to top that off my nerd life has to be thrown in there somewhere. And lately that's been pushed to my last priority. Not to mention both my laptop and desktop crashed on me. Talk about suckish luck? Anyways, you can be expecting a reply from me within the next 48 hours! ]]

[Lithium]

Ugh! I know exactly how you feel, stupid school always throws everything outta wack and makes me muse less. Thats how boring school always is tho =/ Well you can take your time replying it's no big deal (:

[Felicity]

"Name the spot." An artist's ocean pallet swam in the maven's optics. Muscles tightened almost as if she was raising non existent brows upon the clicking of his lyrics, auds working as finely oiled machines in the collection of his carefully picked words. At his first words he had captured every detail of her attention, and the skit that the actor played so well was both seducing and amusing, arousing and enticing. The thug was vicious, gorgeous, yet cunning, all braided together in a snare for all the senses.

To put it simply, she was impressed. So the gent was able to dish it right back. Inwardly smiling as she rolled her tiara to a higher angle, though still not higher than the mass of bulk opposite her thimble frame. "Find the spot you like", the words were a delicacy, soft and sweet into his bleach white aud, almost a whisper. Not too much foreign beat to give her lineage away, though enough to leave a lingering ear lusting for more as she nonchantedly tossed her locks of tresses, as if acknowledging her own beauty were a routine thing.

The words tugged at the lining of her lips, a sly smile revealing itself on velvet maw. Truth be told, she had a new found respect for the witty brute. In the end the ferocious panther would not bite the hand that would feed her, but rather accept and submit to it's stroke. But how long until she'd be obliged to do so? No, Felicity was not disrespectful, but she'd keep the game until both predators were done with it, or at least flip it around. No one liked a one trick pony.

Gaze funneled into the knight's well played poker face, cranium rapidly flipping though lines of lyrics for her foreign tongue to sputter out, though none fit the brute's mold, somewhere along the days of lingering in the equine species this stag had dared to color outside the lines, spiral out of the herd of sheep. Upon learning this, a hairline fracture slipped it's way into her head, and she realized she would actually have to dive in, no spoon. Maybe she wasn't entirely out of her element, but this brute had her teetering dangerously on the edge.

Maw raised in an odd attempt to seem taller, though tilted her tiara to the brute so he was still well in her vision, before this motion was complete with her very own, signature, barely noticeable, smile.This was not something choreographed, but a routine. Though no matter how different the quirk seemed, it always seemed to tie in with the voice, the aurora, the image. It all twined into one beautiful word. Foreign. Something incomparable to another being in this godforsaken place. Not tangible by the common, cliche, bland mare. This took skill, and lately, the population had been clustered so that you were no longer expected to have much to offer, any mare was fair game on these grounds, like toys at a supermarket. Each the same, not a stray, unique piece daring to rebel against it's mold.

It was palpable that the brute was not much of a realist, optics often receding into his thoughts, if not stopped they'd no doubt be washed into the unforgiving abyss of his mind, though by the looks of it, this was a regular thing. Maybe the fellow of the night liked this daring habit, maybe it was just many a quirk yet to surface. With this gem of knowledge she tucked it away for the sake of conversation. And instantly her game plan had formed. Sure, her original plan was to attract him like a moth to a flame, before finishing off the resistance with a few pretty words, but her cranium was sent into full throttle. She'd have to mix gestures, short terms, and seducing movement all into one graceful dance, she'd have to obtain all portions of his idling cranium.

The vixen, with all her amenities, swiveled into a pivot of the hindquarters, cascading whipcord wafting through the thin night atmosphere, cranium turned at an angle to where the stag was lingering in her peripheral vision, orbs luminescent against ebon and pallid attire, which notoriously always made everything a black tie affair, unlike the brute's own hide which seemed to obtain a both formal and spontaneous design, the wan splotching of white, fireflies lost in the dense, misty night. But now the steady silence was creeping into her head, the cold, bony fingers beckoning to distract either one of them.

The maven whirled back around at an uncanny speed, banner whipping against her jaw, wisps of strands tickling velvet maw while her whipcord slashed her barrel and shoulder, before falling back to the dank vegetation. Auds twirled to a slant behind her, optics almost glowering, though a dash of a sly grin threw off the look, odd expressions jumbled with ones that wouldn't normally pair with. After a moment of holding his gaze, her own drew away for one final piece to her exposition. Regally drawing a ivory limb to the minx's glistening chest and sliding the other out, before dropping her boa, dagger recoiling to skim the underside of her belly, she assumed her fancy, bow position.

"Felicity." The word was unlike the others she had said, there was a certain royalty about it, as if she had let her accent slip just a notch more for the special occasion. Letting the name set in, she then regained her posture, optics obtaining a new found gleam. Personally, she liked her name, it had a ring of femininity about it, and was not typically bland, it was not forgettable, like Rose or Dream. Names had always been important to her, the always showed a sense of character. Maybe this was because she found her petite bodice tilting to his mass, anticipating the arrival of his voice meeting hungry audits, or maybe it was just to hear his voice in general. Or maybe, even, it was so that they could jump to the part where what was really of their minds could unravel.

[Lithium]

I promise I will reply, I've been sick lately and just haven't felt like writing a thing =/ i'm so sorry