PreHistory stuff
Nov 9, 2012 6:39:17 GMT -6
Post by Bardiel on Nov 9, 2012 6:39:17 GMT -6
Getting my writing on.... In between heaps of work... Will update this space with more adventures from Mordecai's traveling circus troup!!
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Two Devilcats, drawn by the sounds of mirth, peered down from where they hid amongst the branches of the corpse trees. The two had the look of sisters about them; both had true blood red hair, and both had the same mischievous glint in the eye that promised trouble. They looked at each other and passed unspoken words, giggling in the way that suggested a particularly lewd or cruel joke. Swiftly they began to descend through the branches of the trees, swinging from limb to limb with an eerie symmetry. If it weren’t for the lack of audience their decent would have been a show as each skilfully flew through the air catching twisted branches, and each other, before somersaulting to the ground either side of the manically laughing Fallen.
Bardiel gagged and nearly fell down in shock. Where had they come from? Were they real?
While he was recovering the Devilcats began to slowly orbit the hunched over Bardiel, their hips sauntering in a hypnotically rhythmic way. He tried to keep both of them in his vision at once but found it impossible, and only made himself dizzy after trying.
“L-leave me alone…” he croaked, in a voice that sounded as if it often lost pitch “… please?”
One of the feline demons laughed, her voice was sweet and steamy. Or perhaps predatory. She and her sister had the athletic and lithe bodies of born acrobats, which were both hugged tightly by their leotards that left just enough to the imagination. They began to circle closer, each moving with fluid ease. They were now within arms reach. Bardiel glanced nervously from one to the other, sweat beading on his forehead.
The sister with the shorter hair and bangs moaned longingly as she leaned forward purring.
They were probably going to eat him, and he probably wasn’t going to like it.
“What in the name of Heaven are you doing?” Teal put her hands on her hips, never a good sign.
Tufts giggled delightedly “What’s he doing sis? What’s he doing?” the smaller Devilcat bubbled playfully around her sibling.
The deranged Fallen had managed to back himself up against a tree when the twins had stumbled upon him. They had been surprised to find anyone out this far in the Outlands and had immediately reached for their weapons. But the strange creature before them had proved unarmed and completely unresponsive, helpless even. The duo had approached the Fallen cautiously in order to investigate the despondent item of their curiosity.
Teal was painfully aware of heavy armour he wore but as Tufts had cheerfully pointed out “Even fool’s can dress as a knight, they do it all the time in our troupe.” The two, unable to resist, had called out to the strange man.
At first he’d simply ignored them but now, after a hesitant step or two the Fallen had begun begging for them to spare him. Teal had been sorely tempted to take his pathetic life along with possessions, but when mucus began to run along with tears she decided it simply wasn’t worth it. She was a Devilcat after all, not some merciless Angel.
“P-please don’t eat my bones,” the Fallen sniffed, intimidated into responding by Teal’s stern command.
Tufts stuck her head out from behind her sister and made a decidedly thoughtful noise. “Hmmm… sure is tempting little birdie,” she stuck her tongue out cheekily and the former Angel went white. “I bet you’d taste real good cooked up with some bleeding salts,”
“Quiet you,” Teal pushed her shorthaired sibling away and turned back to the Fallen. He honestly looked like he’d been rolling around in mud, disgusting. But still… her and Tufts had been forced to crawl through mud and worse on more then one occasion. It was no reason to fall to pieces over… then again they had always had each other to depend on.
“Look here, we’re not going to eat you,” she said, and the armoured stranger glanced up, incredulous.
“-Yet,” she couldn’t resist adding.
Bardiel shifted his eyes nervously from one woman to the other unsure of weather they were they going to eat him or not. Clearly they were just as mad as he was.
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Two Devilcats, drawn by the sounds of mirth, peered down from where they hid amongst the branches of the corpse trees. The two had the look of sisters about them; both had true blood red hair, and both had the same mischievous glint in the eye that promised trouble. They looked at each other and passed unspoken words, giggling in the way that suggested a particularly lewd or cruel joke. Swiftly they began to descend through the branches of the trees, swinging from limb to limb with an eerie symmetry. If it weren’t for the lack of audience their decent would have been a show as each skilfully flew through the air catching twisted branches, and each other, before somersaulting to the ground either side of the manically laughing Fallen.
Bardiel gagged and nearly fell down in shock. Where had they come from? Were they real?
While he was recovering the Devilcats began to slowly orbit the hunched over Bardiel, their hips sauntering in a hypnotically rhythmic way. He tried to keep both of them in his vision at once but found it impossible, and only made himself dizzy after trying.
“L-leave me alone…” he croaked, in a voice that sounded as if it often lost pitch “… please?”
One of the feline demons laughed, her voice was sweet and steamy. Or perhaps predatory. She and her sister had the athletic and lithe bodies of born acrobats, which were both hugged tightly by their leotards that left just enough to the imagination. They began to circle closer, each moving with fluid ease. They were now within arms reach. Bardiel glanced nervously from one to the other, sweat beading on his forehead.
The sister with the shorter hair and bangs moaned longingly as she leaned forward purring.
They were probably going to eat him, and he probably wasn’t going to like it.
“What in the name of Heaven are you doing?” Teal put her hands on her hips, never a good sign.
Tufts giggled delightedly “What’s he doing sis? What’s he doing?” the smaller Devilcat bubbled playfully around her sibling.
The deranged Fallen had managed to back himself up against a tree when the twins had stumbled upon him. They had been surprised to find anyone out this far in the Outlands and had immediately reached for their weapons. But the strange creature before them had proved unarmed and completely unresponsive, helpless even. The duo had approached the Fallen cautiously in order to investigate the despondent item of their curiosity.
Teal was painfully aware of heavy armour he wore but as Tufts had cheerfully pointed out “Even fool’s can dress as a knight, they do it all the time in our troupe.” The two, unable to resist, had called out to the strange man.
At first he’d simply ignored them but now, after a hesitant step or two the Fallen had begun begging for them to spare him. Teal had been sorely tempted to take his pathetic life along with possessions, but when mucus began to run along with tears she decided it simply wasn’t worth it. She was a Devilcat after all, not some merciless Angel.
“P-please don’t eat my bones,” the Fallen sniffed, intimidated into responding by Teal’s stern command.
Tufts stuck her head out from behind her sister and made a decidedly thoughtful noise. “Hmmm… sure is tempting little birdie,” she stuck her tongue out cheekily and the former Angel went white. “I bet you’d taste real good cooked up with some bleeding salts,”
“Quiet you,” Teal pushed her shorthaired sibling away and turned back to the Fallen. He honestly looked like he’d been rolling around in mud, disgusting. But still… her and Tufts had been forced to crawl through mud and worse on more then one occasion. It was no reason to fall to pieces over… then again they had always had each other to depend on.
“Look here, we’re not going to eat you,” she said, and the armoured stranger glanced up, incredulous.
“-Yet,” she couldn’t resist adding.
Bardiel shifted his eyes nervously from one woman to the other unsure of weather they were they going to eat him or not. Clearly they were just as mad as he was.