08-29-2018, 11:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-29-2018, 11:14 PM by NUI HARIME.)
NUI HARIME
FEMALE
SNOWBOUND
POLARHEART!
狡猾 / THE SLY
TITLES: SNOWFLAKE, EVERGREEN
FEMALE
SNOWBOUND
POLARHEART!
狡猾 / THE SLY
TITLES: SNOWFLAKE, EVERGREEN
// *sweats nervously* forgive me for this long ass post. Mobile, please excuse any errors
nui dropped from the skies.
like a comet. a pink-clad comet. laced in frills and fur of wheat. she was zooming fast-- falling from seemingly nowhere.
she had only came because she smelt blood. crimson. brightfully sweet and icky. she was the shark-- once more drawn to the waters by the life force of another seeping from their vessel. her senses had been fine tuned to the scent of death-- long ago honed to taste it in the very air and seek it out.
and she had come across the beast feasting upon a fallen member.
nui was salivating, stomach rumbling tenderly to the sight of fresh blood. she had not had her own fill of proper, unadulterated meat within days, scraping by on baked sweets and crumbs. bread and wheat and sugar-- and whatever she could get her hands on. whatever remained within snowbound's nearly raided into obscurity kitchen cabinets. anything that was not fresh, red meat was hard to come by since the moment the pissants invaded snowbound and began draining their resources.
and now, this.
prior to her descent, her languid body had been stretched over the roof of her own cabin. a rotund, roiling gaze blinked lazily down as the alien stripped the body of it's tender fat. oh the blood. how she ached for it. it had been the one thing she'd been denying herself-- starved in the hopes that she could direct her frustration towards the pitt. a singular gaze roamed over the sight greedily, a fat coral tongue drawn over her lips tightly with longing.
she was one of the few who had yet to flee the scene. why would she? nui had no interest in feeding roaches. predator, prey. they were all bloodbags within her gaze. to cede fear to such unworthy organisms was hardly befitting of her calibre. perhaps it was boldness-- or a well placed trust in what she knew herself to be capable of. to doubt her own abilities would be a waste and an insult to ragyo, herself, and the very life fibers her dainty form was weaved of.
children. they were oblivious-- ultimately foolish. she, herself had been surprise when the pup had so fearlessly barked at the perpetrator of the crime. the polarheart blinked her surprise, her perpetual, flat smile ebbing away as it hardened into a line of quaint confusion. did he not see what this creature had done-- what it could do to him? she had known he was something of an ignorant youth, but this had far extended her expectation of the boundaries of stupidity.
long before blacktide had leapt from his perch, and ikanidae began to shush him, nui's body tingled. with a certain sense something terribly wonderful was 'bout to go down. she always had a knack for sensing trouble, and from what she had seen of the hybrid so far, his capacity for attacking any and all who crossed his metaphorical sight knew no bounds.
gently, with a tug of telekinisis upon the parasol, nui rose into the air rapidly with nothing but a thought of will upon her mind. she had hoped that the feral would be far too distracted by his meal or the blabbing children to notice her sudden presence. her favorite method of battle was to take her opponents by surprise-- nothing was better than the look of surprise upon a target's face at the sight of a seemingly harmless gal, effortlessly sewing herself into the fray of war and outclassing her enemy with brutal efficiency.
perhaps it would be better to let the beast devour them-- or perhaps it was better to save them. incur their debt and gratefulness; and play them like a harp when the opportunity presented itself.
nui fell with nary a whistle to accompany her swiftly falling form, her vessel jettisoned with the aid of her own telekinesis pulling her towards earth. a power that brought her form blurring with movement. unparalleled trajectory aimed for the black rodent-- head for the base of the head or the neck, or shoulder blades. if she was lucky, maybe she'd crack something of the pittian's. if her aim failed, it would be her who might end up with something cracked. but the prospect failed to worry her. it excited her, even. nui was a thrill seeker. longed for the blood and the sweat and struggles that came of life. masochistic? maybe, for one who could feel no pain. all she longed for where situations where she knew she'd have difficulty in. situations that would make her think as her heart beat in an ancient tandem to adrenaline. she itched for a fight, and the feline was nowhere near as helpless or quite as peaceful as her clanmates. there was nothing greater than dominating a worthy opponent, and nui wished to see if the invader was worth a rat's tail in a fight.
the momentum of her fall given aid to her power, nui came singing from the skies, aiming to send her form slamming into the feral with the force of a battering ram, intent on landing betwixt his spine, neck or head with the intent of using her force to bodily drive him into the snow, effectively halting his charge towards the youth and driving him off path. she hoped to stun the other-- maybe if she was lucky she managed to jiggle a bit of brain fluid within that skull. that would be nice.
"mind if I... drop in?" her smile was wide and obnoxious. all gleaming teeth and rosy cheeks, far too pleased at her joke, as if she were unaware of the situation she had gotten herself into. but she knew full well, and could handle herself just fine.
barely halting her assault, the feline lifted her parasol by the handle, channeling uncanny strength and aiming to bring the butt of the canopy slamming into his head for good effect and grinding the snub against smooth ebony chitin.
perhaps the secondary attack wouldn't do much itself, but nui played with fire. and she liked to think she was doing the equivalent of tossing salt to stoke the flames.
"run along now children, and be good-- or watch. I wouldn't mind." was she not a gracious thing? risking the reserves of her energy upon making an effort to stall this killer beast? if either of them made it out alive and with their bodies intact, they owed her double time.
nui dropped from the skies.
like a comet. a pink-clad comet. laced in frills and fur of wheat. she was zooming fast-- falling from seemingly nowhere.
she had only came because she smelt blood. crimson. brightfully sweet and icky. she was the shark-- once more drawn to the waters by the life force of another seeping from their vessel. her senses had been fine tuned to the scent of death-- long ago honed to taste it in the very air and seek it out.
and she had come across the beast feasting upon a fallen member.
nui was salivating, stomach rumbling tenderly to the sight of fresh blood. she had not had her own fill of proper, unadulterated meat within days, scraping by on baked sweets and crumbs. bread and wheat and sugar-- and whatever she could get her hands on. whatever remained within snowbound's nearly raided into obscurity kitchen cabinets. anything that was not fresh, red meat was hard to come by since the moment the pissants invaded snowbound and began draining their resources.
and now, this.
prior to her descent, her languid body had been stretched over the roof of her own cabin. a rotund, roiling gaze blinked lazily down as the alien stripped the body of it's tender fat. oh the blood. how she ached for it. it had been the one thing she'd been denying herself-- starved in the hopes that she could direct her frustration towards the pitt. a singular gaze roamed over the sight greedily, a fat coral tongue drawn over her lips tightly with longing.
she was one of the few who had yet to flee the scene. why would she? nui had no interest in feeding roaches. predator, prey. they were all bloodbags within her gaze. to cede fear to such unworthy organisms was hardly befitting of her calibre. perhaps it was boldness-- or a well placed trust in what she knew herself to be capable of. to doubt her own abilities would be a waste and an insult to ragyo, herself, and the very life fibers her dainty form was weaved of.
children. they were oblivious-- ultimately foolish. she, herself had been surprise when the pup had so fearlessly barked at the perpetrator of the crime. the polarheart blinked her surprise, her perpetual, flat smile ebbing away as it hardened into a line of quaint confusion. did he not see what this creature had done-- what it could do to him? she had known he was something of an ignorant youth, but this had far extended her expectation of the boundaries of stupidity.
long before blacktide had leapt from his perch, and ikanidae began to shush him, nui's body tingled. with a certain sense something terribly wonderful was 'bout to go down. she always had a knack for sensing trouble, and from what she had seen of the hybrid so far, his capacity for attacking any and all who crossed his metaphorical sight knew no bounds.
gently, with a tug of telekinisis upon the parasol, nui rose into the air rapidly with nothing but a thought of will upon her mind. she had hoped that the feral would be far too distracted by his meal or the blabbing children to notice her sudden presence. her favorite method of battle was to take her opponents by surprise-- nothing was better than the look of surprise upon a target's face at the sight of a seemingly harmless gal, effortlessly sewing herself into the fray of war and outclassing her enemy with brutal efficiency.
perhaps it would be better to let the beast devour them-- or perhaps it was better to save them. incur their debt and gratefulness; and play them like a harp when the opportunity presented itself.
nui fell with nary a whistle to accompany her swiftly falling form, her vessel jettisoned with the aid of her own telekinesis pulling her towards earth. a power that brought her form blurring with movement. unparalleled trajectory aimed for the black rodent-- head for the base of the head or the neck, or shoulder blades. if she was lucky, maybe she'd crack something of the pittian's. if her aim failed, it would be her who might end up with something cracked. but the prospect failed to worry her. it excited her, even. nui was a thrill seeker. longed for the blood and the sweat and struggles that came of life. masochistic? maybe, for one who could feel no pain. all she longed for where situations where she knew she'd have difficulty in. situations that would make her think as her heart beat in an ancient tandem to adrenaline. she itched for a fight, and the feline was nowhere near as helpless or quite as peaceful as her clanmates. there was nothing greater than dominating a worthy opponent, and nui wished to see if the invader was worth a rat's tail in a fight.
the momentum of her fall given aid to her power, nui came singing from the skies, aiming to send her form slamming into the feral with the force of a battering ram, intent on landing betwixt his spine, neck or head with the intent of using her force to bodily drive him into the snow, effectively halting his charge towards the youth and driving him off path. she hoped to stun the other-- maybe if she was lucky she managed to jiggle a bit of brain fluid within that skull. that would be nice.
"mind if I... drop in?" her smile was wide and obnoxious. all gleaming teeth and rosy cheeks, far too pleased at her joke, as if she were unaware of the situation she had gotten herself into. but she knew full well, and could handle herself just fine.
barely halting her assault, the feline lifted her parasol by the handle, channeling uncanny strength and aiming to bring the butt of the canopy slamming into his head for good effect and grinding the snub against smooth ebony chitin.
perhaps the secondary attack wouldn't do much itself, but nui played with fire. and she liked to think she was doing the equivalent of tossing salt to stoke the flames.
"run along now children, and be good-- or watch. I wouldn't mind." was she not a gracious thing? risking the reserves of her energy upon making an effort to stall this killer beast? if either of them made it out alive and with their bodies intact, they owed her double time.