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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 11:17 pm
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Solo
The Jack was he supposed to do with it? No really what was he supposed to do with- Yip yip yip yip yip! A pup? He had enough annoying minipets. Hell, he kept only as many as he did because they smelled nice and were rather orderly and well mannered. Bug was the exception though. ******** Bug. Bug was a little flying epice of s**t that he’d tried and somehow failed to kill. A fact King regret and loathed. One day Bug, he’d end your existence. One day. Not this day however. This day- Yip yip yip yip yip yip! He had a pup to deal with. A runt no less.
King was no stranger to runs. His brother was one. But a runt was a runt. And King had little patience for that fact. He also didn’t like the fact it was yipping all the Goht damn time at every jack damn thing. Majora wouldn’t even be able to deal with this much yipping and yapping. The pup seemed to not care though. Not really. Or rather, it was to dumb to care or notice how much it was pissing off it’s master. Running back and forth in his room, it was attempting to play with him like any other pup he supposed. Occasionally it would dive in the snow, wait, then jump out and bounce on it’s tiny stubbly little legs.
Why it’s legs were so stubby, King didn’t know, but he’d secretly admit he felt bad for the poor thing. It must be terrible to be so short. He didn’t ponder this fact very long however, as the corgi pup saw fir to head but him. Growling, he debated kicking it. No, that wouldn’t do any good. And The teacher had told him to raise it right> He was not here to disobey teachers. He was hear to learn and- Another head butt, the corgi’s stub of a tail wagging frantically. “Goht you’re like a fat wordless Bug aren’t you?” It just began to yip at him, taking time to dive into the snow next to him.
Damn pup.
Sighing, he melted into the snow, doing his best to ignore the corgi pup but- A whine and then silence. Why did that make him concerned? Oh right the pup was prone to-
YIP! And there was a crash. Yep. Lifting his head slowly up from the snow. The pup was busy looking guilty as the teacups rolled on the floor, green tea going all over. On the plus side, the floor wasn’t going to stain. On the negative side- “Runt.” He growled, going over to the mess it had made. King didn’t want to deal with this bullshit. He wanted to take a nap, and maybe go for a run later. Hell, he could go for a run now. Looking back at the pup he sneered. “Bad. Dog.” It’s ears pinned back as it dashed into the snow, trying to give King it’s best puppy face.
Sadly, puppy face didn’t really work so well when you had grown up making it yourself. And you had siblings who would do the same to you. King had years of immunity b***h, try harder.
Huffing, he left his room, slamming the door behind him. Immediately, he heard yipping and whining and scratching at the door. No, not caring. King was going for his run and the damn pup could deal with it. If it made a mess? Fine. Some student was having corgi stew later that night. Maybe King could get a little corgi stole for someone. The possibilities were endless.
It was two hours later when he’d gotten back, panting, exhausted. There was no scratching the the door, no yips whines or barks. Silence, beautiful and golden. Opening his dorm room, he didn’t even smell the damn thing. Wonderful no surprise- wait.
He didn’t smell it. He didn’t put any oils out. No candles. His scents were not out so-“Goht. Damn. It. All.” Growling, he began to frantically sniff his room. Where had that festering sack of runty stupidity slunk off to? Anger rising he went to the snow, digging. Did it die? Explode? Maybe it had and he didn’t know it. After about half an hour searching King gave up. It was pointless. It was gone. He failed. ********. <******** so much.
Flopping into the snow, he sighed. He was going to take a zero on his homework, he knew it. Maybe he could say another student ate it. That could happen right? But just- Letting out a while King didn’t notice the small pile of dity clothes move. He didn’t bother to sniff or scent the air as a tiny ball of fuzz dove into the snow with him. He only noticed when it snuggled up to his side.
Growling King looked at it.
It was asleep. He couldn’t kick it when it was asleep. “…..”
“Damn runt.”
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 4:22 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 4:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 6:09 am
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 9:25 pm
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SOLO
What nightmares are made of
There was still the sound of screams in the wind. The air was thick with blood. Human blood, demon blood, blood of monsters and men. Blood, something they didn’t have. The ghosts didn’t bleed like the other races, not even frost ‘bled’ like others. Red colored his wounds, but all that came out were drops of snow. Falling, floating on the light wind. She didn’t bleed either. A red vapor before it vanished into air. A sign of injury nothing more. But when the red vapor was gone what did that mean? Nothing good.
There was no where for the fear to go and reform. They couldn’t dissipate anymore, glowing blue runes locking them down. They were spirits, things not bound to a physical plain, yet there they were, trapped. Helpless as they were caught in a fight not of their own making. Horsemen charged at hunters. Students fighting left and right. Somewhere in the fray they had lost each other. Somewhere, she gotten off his back and run, promising she’d find him. She’d promised. But now the fight had moved, yet her scent had stayed behind. She hadn’t moved, she was like the others, trapped in the cage of blue and white. Grey mists were sinking in, unhindered by the daggers. There was no where to run, no place they could hide even if they wanted to. Even if they could- they would be leaving behind so many others. They wouldn’t have been able to forgive themselves.
They, them. But Frost was still alone, the scent of her still a ways off. He was vaguely aware that he was hurt, that he shouldn’t be moving, but she’d made a promise to him. If she couldn’t keep it, he would keep it for her. He’d find her. Even if he couldn’t run, he could still find her. Find her in an endless sea of fallen bodies, halloweener, horseman, human alike. Warmth hit his paw, and the simple thing pained him. He didn’t want warmth. He wanted the cold, he wanted something cool to touch. Not the warm blood of a dying hunter. Not the fallen fire demon. He wanted the touch of something dead, something that for all he knew, might have never lived in the first place. He wanted to have the back of his ear pet. To feel that soft weight on his side while cool hands pet his fur.
He didn’t want to be alone. Wasn’t it something everyone wanted when they died? He was going to die. The realization came with a clarity. He was going to die here. No matter the barrier, the mists of insanity would take him, and he’d never be who he was. He would die. The loss of his mind was a death of him. He would wish for a true death, and so long as the glowing runes remained up, he might find that. Just- Find her. Keep the promise.
When he found her, she was half curled on her side, fear slipping away from her, yet sticking. A mockery of dissipation and reformation. Stuck. Stuck as physical beings, they couldn’t exist as contradictions. He bent his head down, wet nose nudging at her arm. She was cold. Cold like always. It made a part of him smile. She hadn’t changed in that aspect. Another nudge to her arm and she didn’t move. Ears flattened to his head as he gave a small lick to her hand. Surely, she would react to that right? He was getting slobber over her hand. She’d be mad at him and wipe the drool off in his fur like she always did.
She didn’t move.
A part of him knew this could happen. That he could find her like this. That this had been a possibility when they had gone to help the students. It was never their fight, but it was a fight to keep their friends safe, to see them home. Red eyes peered down at her. She seemed small, half curled on the ground. He also felt tired. She wouldn’t be mad at him for cuddling next to her in public would she? Cuddles always helped. Maybe they might help her in the end.
It was painful as it was slow, nudging her body up before getting her back leaning on his side, no longer curled on the ground but on his fur. Maybe they could share the cold with each other. She looked peaceful he mused. Like she was having a good dream. He wondered what she would dream about. Her coffee shop? The test they had in human studies- she would probably ace it. His eyes felt heavy. Her weight was the same as it always had been. It was just like when they stayed up too late studying. They would just fall asleep and wake up in the morning.
The mists were around them, sinking into some of the bodies, giving them small jerks before leaving. Dying. Everyone was dying. He looked to her one last time. He’d managed to keep her promise for her. She wasn’t alone anymore, and neither was he. Closing his eyes he thought about his home, but it wasn’t the one in the north. It was Amityville. Everyone was there, smiling. So was she, leaning on his side, hands behind his ears scratching. He could feel the insanity touching him, but then he felt something else.
Peace. He didn’t need to fight anymore, he was home, he didn’t need to find it. His was a body of snow and ice. Her’s a mirror. Insanity passed them over as the pair of friends dreamed, no longer ghosts. No longer halloweeners. No longer ‘alive’. There were few ways for a halloweener to die.
In the end, for Frost and Gene, it just hadn’t been alone.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 12:10 am
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iStoleYurVamps
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2016 11:56 pm
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