RAGE against the [ma]chi[n]e [closed./tak.]

[Sephrin]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] SEPHRIN NIRE She had been wandering around, mulling in her own anger; as usual for Sephrin. Why, you may ask, is such a beautiful fem so enraged? The answer is simple: it's all the harlot knows. Since her birth, she was raised in the scattered remains of her mother that gave her life to foster the hate that dwelled within her small body. And, with time, her body and rage grew into something demonic. Something that not even her bastard of a father could control. Her beauty and anger made her something to both fear and revere; a creature hell-bent on destroying everything in her way. Flesh and blood mean nothing to her; after all, she killed her own brother simply because she knew he was weaker than she was. There was just anger in her heart now. Well... Anger, and that other weird thing... But no matter. She ignored it. That brute... Cyrus. They had a fling going. Purely a physical connection and nothing more than that. However... That brute still got under her skin. Made the rage lessen ever so slightly. It unnerved her to the point where she was even more angry that she couldn't figure the damn brute out. Their insanity is what bonds them... She knows that, but it was about the only thing she had figured out. She shook her thick pelt. No need to think on such things. Her anger rose ever so slightly again, and she continued on her way. The enterance took her by surprise. She had been here for a few moons, and had never come across this place. It was ideal for her to spend the horrid daylight hours in. Dark and secluded, wet, and out of the way. Something most might shy away from. For her, and the company of her secluded, confused, and mentally disturbed mind, this place was perfect. Ah, sweet irony. She stood there, marveling at its vastness that seemed to purge everything that entered. Then, she lifted her paws up and took herself inside, her pelt bleding into the darkness that surrounded her. All that one could see were those red eyes...

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[♠Chara♠]

[bg=B8B8B8][atrb=width,499,true][atrb=border,0,true] The old mines had been abandoned for many years, but before that they had been well used. The tunnels went to unbelievable depths, you could travel for days. So many different directions that one might get lost. But humans no longer inhabited this place, canines could easily find their way out. Since humans built these tunnels it was easy to say that they were most likely safe. No worries about the roof crumbling down or walls caving in. The structure was obviously sound if it hadn't fallen down by now. The place was perfect for the wolves to take over. Different tunnels gave each wolf that traveled here it's own den. Even other creatures had made the mine their home, which gave the wolves plenty of prey here. For a few days now, the black male had made these tunnels his home. Many carcasses lay in the tunnels, never leaving a carcass in the same tunnel. The blood from his kills had soaked in the earth by now. His fur was also soaked with blood, stained with the blood from the innocents he had slaughtered. So many different scents covered his coat that it was hard to distinguish what was his. His deep purple-blue muzzle was caked in dried blood. He looked dirty and like he might be injured, but in fact he barely had any injuries on his body. A few scratches here and there but nothing that was all that bad compared to the injuries he gave to others. Killing was something that was in his blood, carried down from his grandfather and possibly even farther back then that. The dark male was an angry creature who enjoyed the taste of blood in his mouth. His large body lay beside the freshly killed carcass of a large buck. The smell of the blood was intoxicating and stronger then anything else in the tunnel at the moment. His bright orange eyes had a crazed look in them as he reached over and tore the flesh from the body. His sharp fangs made quick work of the tearing and blood instantly filled his mouth. He let out a moan of ecstasy as the blood trickled down his throat. The taste of blood had always been better then sex for the male, though he did very much enjoy sex. His claws dug into the flesh he had torn, holding it still while he chewed on it. His purple-blue ears twitched on the top of his head as a sound echoed through the tunnels. It was the sound of paws crunching over the earth. A low growl crawled up his throat and he stood, his fur raised. The male lifted his head and scented the air as he walked around the carcass to the end of the tunnel. A sly grin spread over his lips as the feminine scent traveled through the tunnel. It seemed his day was going to turn interesting after all. He shook out his pelt and licked the fresh blood from his muzzle and legs. He stretched out his body before padding through the tunnel. He followed the scent until he got close to the entrance of the mines. His bright orange eyes found the bright red of the female and he grinned. Well well, what do we have here? he said in a husky tone. His tail flicked as he stood tall and walked around the female, his eyes staring hard at her. And what brings a pretty little thing like you down here? he asked with an evil hiss in his tone.

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[Sephrin]

[bg=000000][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] SEPHRIN NIRE Her body swayed back and forth as the light behind her was lost in the blackness. Paws wandered down deeper into the enterance of the tunnel. One could so easily get lost in here... The idea was almost pleasing. To lose yourself completely in the darkness of these cavernous passages would be a gift in and of itself. The only problem would be the anger. She would always be forced to resurface because of the intensity of the rage that coursed through her. It was the blood that made everything worth it; that made her tick. She closed her blood red pools, dwelling on her morning kill. It was small... Merely a rabbit... Just something to play with until twilight when her favorite game finally surfaced. She had drained the furry creature dry of its lifeblood, delighting in the ecstasy of the slow river of crimson down her throat. She didn't even bother eating the flesh of it. What was left was shriveled and useless to her. That pleasant scent reached her nose. Sharp, metallic... It instantly brought Sephrin from her reverie and back to reality with a snap. There was fresh blood somewhere in these tunnels. Her eyes narrowed, realizing what that meant. Another wolf was down here. This idea both excited her and angered her. She didn't hang well with company. Usually, most wolves that crossed her ended up either dead, or wishing they were. Then she realized who really was here. A male was in her midst. Hell yes, this would prove to be interesting. Cyrus was causing all of these confoundingly annoying emotions to arise in her. Another male was exactly the perscription she needed! He would shake her mind free of that bastard that enraged her mind like he did. At least, she assumed it was rage she felt. Some new kind of anger, since it was all she ever had known. She felt his presence, her hackles standing on end as her sadistic glee boiled under her skin. What a treat! Then, she heard the deep baritone of a very male, very close voice. A sick smile played across her maw. His greeting, and the following sentiment, both made her give a chiding snicker. "Surely the dark plays tricks on your eyes, baron. A mere slippery lie in the dark," she hissed, her voice seething with the madness inside of her. She took another strong scent of the air, almost tasting the blood in her mouth. "On the other hand, something down here is truly a thing to marvel over." To make her point, she inhaled so he would hear her. "Oh? What's that I smell? Ah, yes..." she practically moaned, her desire for the crimson liquid growing. Hopefully this male hadn't just happened upon this place, and was the cause of the tantilizing odor.

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