Stalking Through The Gravestones

[Vyn]

Kujien stalked through the isles of gravestones, weaving through the engraved plaques of those long dead. Or perhaps more recently dead, thanks to himself or another of his breed. The thought brought a grin to his maw but he didn't pause to examine any of the grave markers. No reason to. All the mementos any killer could want were preserved nicely within his mind, memories of past victims flickered vividly from beginning to end and set the poison Euclide to purring darkly.

However, his task at current was not a trip down memory lane or anything half as foolish. He was looking for some entertainment, maybe even a quick bloodletting from one of the foolish creatures sniveling over their rotting loved ones. Preferably he would encounter another spider for his collect: whether this spider was arachnid or Euclide he did not care so long as he found one or the other.

[iprince]

The muted sound of paw feet dancing over a grave pounded through the dense air, near silent footsteps and scrapping of blunt claws against crumbling stone. A voice, very quiet and musical in tone, sang softly, so softly, between the gravestones. Fakaebi cooed, quiet as a mother, to the long deceased child beneath her paws. The grave in front of her was old and broken, and it's inscription faded so horribly that barely a letter could be read.

The date was clear enough for her. 11-19. The thing beneath the padded dirt and wormwood covered coffin had barely been alive before it had died. An infant, not even old enough to understand the concept of mortality.

Fakaebi suddenly stopped her dancing upon the tiny grave and sat back on her pale haunches, allowing the moonlight to beam down upon her and cast her snowy form in a luminescent glow. Her ears flicked back, and without a word she picked her idle puppet from the top of the gravestone and slid each string ringlet over her toes. It smelled horribly, being the stuffed carcass of a long deceased rodent, but it was a scent long deadened to Fakaebi's nose.

She turned sadly from the child's grave and loped off between the maze of tombstones, her left forepaw raised so her puppet mouse did little more than tiptoe across the ground.

[Vyn]

Grinning feline paused to hear another shifting through the gravestones. Ghost soft voice singing softly, a lullaby to the dead? How quaint. However, this voice wasn't the sound of the pathetic humans, instead it was exactly what Kujien was looking for.

His prey had found him.

White tail lashed with spider's webs shifted from side to side, momentarily musing before he set off after the quickly fleeting sound of muted paws. Seconds into a one-sided chase, Kujien's sensitive nose was filled with the wretched stench of dead preserved far too long after the flesh had been severed from the soul.

The assault was obnoxious, but helpful, leaving a handy trail after the Euclide he was stalking. Kujien held efficiency in high regard, even if it was the rank smell of decay.


(I wanted to ask you if it was all right that I made an icon using Kujien's image. If its not I can remove it ^^

[iprince]

Fakaebi's head swung to and fro between the gravestones, her ears pricked forward and blank eyes narrowed to tiny, colorless slits. She was reading the black stone descriptions with care, her lips curling with distasteful snarls for every dislikable date. Too old, too old, too old. They were all to old. Did not another child die? She growled, deep and low in the cavern of her throat, and lowered her neck offensively. Children died all the time in the present.

With a flick of her tail and a twitch of her nostrils she tasted the air for young death. The pungent scent of her rodent invaded her senses without her notice, blocking more delectable ones. Something different, though, was mingled with that familiar, rancid odor. Something odd.

Something too old and too living for her to like.

Fakaebi froze in her pacing and twisted her neck to peer narrowed-eyed and angry over her shoulder. Her muscles were tense beneath her shaggy white coat, the bloody red marks quivering against her skin. Her tail flicked once against her bent legs, and her ears flattening against her fair skull. "Who's there?" she growled, ivory teeth peeking dangerously between her lips,"Go away!"

(The icon is fine, just be sure not to use it anywhere non-Euclide related. Nice job on it too, by the way. I love the font.)

[Vyn]

(I've got no plans to use it elsewhere. Wouldn't really suite anywhere else. Glad you like it, it's called Old English.)

Kujien smiled, the retreating sent of rotting rodent and the fleeting sound of muted paws upon disturbed earth had come to a halt at last. Of course this meant he would have to handle the disgustingly pungent odor of dead mouse far more intimately but he had little choice. The Puppet Master was far more fascinated by the owner of the smelly little corpse.

He rounded a gravestone, following vicious demands for his immediate departure along with the familiar stench. The lovely red lashed femme before Kujien made the poison feline smirk, she was another Poison type like himself.

"Why should I?" His voice was as smooth as spider's silk and twice as dangerous as any venomous spider that he had collected. Charming and ensnaring all at once without even the slightest hint of effort. "This graveyard is free to anyone, especially a Puppet Master."

Feline tail flashed from side to side, whip-like in the manner of any displeased feline. However, despite the rancid odor in the air, he was quite pleased. Both with having located another Euclide so quickly and with her anger. Emotional extremes had always fascinated the aloof Kujien.

[iprince]

Fakaebi was quick to leap and spin around, her forelegs splayed aggressively to face the Poison feline. Her mouse fell in a tumbled dangle of string and limb beside the wilted flowers of a grave. The scent was rotten and thick upon the midnight air. Any other creature would no well to avoid such a displeasurable smell. Euclide were always known for their oddities though.

Fakaebi's ears sprung forward, and a thin brow was raised. A Puppet Master indeed. Her eyes flickered to the top hat perched precariously on the white cat's head. She knew the tricks of Poisons, being one herself, and flared her nostrils, shaking her elegant head with a smirk that quickly replaced her aggressive snarl. Suavely she approached the feline, her blank eyes tiny slits and mouse all a drag across the dirt, marking the path between the graves with its smell.

"A Puppet Master? " her voice was clear and musical, but teasing, taunting, in its tone. Her ears flattened down again,"Well I don't care if you're a Puppet Master,"she'd turned bitter once again, lost allure,"I don't like you." She fell back on her haunches, claws gripping tight the ground, and lifted her forepaws up, up, up. Her toes danced, and the little grey mouse with them. In a voice too boyish to be her own, she continued,"You're too old,"bobbing the mouse's head at each seperate syllable.

(You don't mind me using the bolded speech thing, do you?)

[Vyn]

(Not at all. ^__^ Makes it much easier to decipher speech from the rest of the context.)

Kujien's grin went from all charm to all fang in a few seconds, and yet never lost an ounce of allure. Frightening how some could be so notably evil and still so blissfully attractive, however, Euclide were notably strange beings. Another flick of his tail and he continued to examine the Poison canine, she was amusing in her defensiveness.

"Little Puppeteer, why so bitter?" He crooned softly, almost compassionately, but his tone was a taunting as her own. "Too old am I? Then you must be too old yourself, since I imagine we're of similar age."

This one was just steeped in amusing actions as well as commentary. Despite the putrid odor of dead rodent she could've been sufficient material to preoccupy for the night. However, the stench might just become too obnoxious to allow her amusing reaction to his presence to remain amusing.

[iprince]

Fakaebi lowered her head, arching her body in an obtuse angle over her little, wretched mouse. Her toes wiggled absently, sending the thing in a flurry of kicks and nods, its tail wriggling like a live worm beneath its soft grey body. "We're not of similar age at all,"she could taste the lie upon her tongue and it was bitter,"I'm younger, surely, I only look older."

She only felt stupider. Less intelligent than the geniuses Euclide often made. She claimed, in the privacy of her mind, that it was no fault of her own. A birth defect. So she was young, and the rest of them were all old. She would learn, get smart, and get old too. But not yet. Her children, the innocent, beautiful ones of the world, were waiting for her shows.

Fakaebi curled her chops to match Kujien's own fang display,"Now go away! I'm busy. Busy, busy, busy, and none of my busy is your business." She pronounced the 'i' of business like the 'y' in all her busy's, and followed it with a jovial jig by her mouse, who's neckless head wobbled back and forth over its stinking body.

[Vyn]

Kujien stalked forward, grinning like the demon he truly was, though he kept his refined air knotted tightly about him.

"Is that so?"

The Poison feline moved around her, circling her. Half seeking a spot with breathable, stench-free air, half getting a better look of the lovely, Poison canine. However, as cunning as he was, he wasn't able to divine the source of her inner thoughts for it was obvious she was buried within them, if only for a moment.

Finally his stalking came to rest, returning him to his original position directly before her and her rotting little puppet.

"Busy, hmm? Whatever could be preoccupying you in such a lonely graveyard?"

He let his questioning fall silent for a moment, eying the way she made the little rat dance. Kujien's mind wandered momentarily, pondering why on earth she hadn't caught herself a new rat? There were plenty of them roaming the sewers and rats were beyond simple when it came to prey.

Yet, she was an odd one. Perhaps she was attached to this one? Not to mention, from the looks of it, she appeared to be completely unaware of his wretched odor.

[crystal]

Craver walked through the grave yard and spotted some others and licked his lips. He knew he was full from a meal he had caught and shared with San but he could still fit them in. He slunkerd over behindd a grave and watched them paying most of his attention to.

San sat on Craver's shoulder and washed his paws from their meal. He looked up when he was finished."I see you spotted more master."He rubbed his gut." I may be able to fit some of it in."

[iprince]

Fakaebi followed him with suspicious eyes, her neck twisting and craning to watch him as he stalked around her. "You don't need to know why I'm busy, or what I'm doing,"she snorted, her voice was a musical bitterness, laced with a poisonous threat so common of her kind,"Just that I need to do it alone." She stood then, dipping her maw to close her teeth ever so carefully around the rotten body of her mouse. She lifted it off the ground, dragging the strings upward until they pulled tight against her paw.

Dangling the mouse by it's tail from her chops she seethed out between long, white canines,"And if you aren't going to leave me alone, I'll have to leave myself,"she lowered her head in a mock bow, her tail carried straight out behind her in a wolfish show of disrespect,. "Puppet Master," the word was spat so eloquently from her pretty lips, as her pale eyes glittered madly beneath her furrowed, snowy, fur.

Fakaebi snapped her head upwards and tossed the rancid, stinking mouse into her mouth, so only the head and foot, tied tightly with black string, was visible between her teeth. She turned towards him, head lowered and tail raised like two opposite beacons shouting the same message for him to hear. She growled low, once, an awkward sound with her cheeks stuffed with reeking rodent, and hurriedly stalked passed him, her eyes not once leaving his demonic form. Like black floss, the Puppeteer's puppet string ran back and forth between her fangs, cutting at her gums.

She felt it within herself to leave him, not out of annoyance or any danger, but for her Cast. This was a Puppet Master, no matter how much she may disrespect him, and he, though not her own Master, had dominance over her. She did not like being lesser than those she did not trust, and she did not like the presence of such a persistent beast. He was trouble in her mind, and he wanted him gone, or gone herself. She could only fathom the sort of malice such and intelligent Euclide could do.

It would be smart, she thought as she slunk passed him, her lip curled offensively, to report his name to her Puppet Master.

Only, she did not know his name.

Fakaebi stopped her careful retreat, not far from her original spot, and craned her neck to peer reluctantly over her shoulder.

She did not know his name, and to learn it, she would have to stay in his company. The company of one so much smarter and cunning than herself. Her stomach twisted her gut. Should she stay, and learn this elusive creatures name, to warn her Master? Or would she leave, like a coward, like the empty carcass of a Puppet, and save herself? Inside herself she growled, giving in to the black feeling of duty to her Master and to her Cast. She would not be called a Puppet, nor a cowardly Lapine. She was a Puppeteer, and no other label would do.

[crystal]

Craver watched and saw somthing move in some long grass by a tree. He lept out over the grave stone reveiling himself to others. He tore whatever it was appart and found it to be a weasel. Craver tore a portion of it off and gave it to San.

San hapily chew on the peice of meat and thanked craver.

[Vyn]

Kujien smiled venomously, but was silent. Her bitterness never failed to amuse him, and the acidic threats were so familiar that they could not even arouse a flicker of concern within him. As she gathered herself to leave, Kujien finally rose to his full height as well, staring her down as she began to slide away.

He could see the hatred in her eyes, taste it on the air in so thick a cloud it rivaled the death stench of her puppet. All the while he stood with a motionless poise so very common to his breed. Despite the hatred and bitterness he could also see indecision, a trait he enjoyed greatly for it was often the death of his prey.

When her gaze returned to him, Jien grinned venomously though it did nothing to pale the elegant charm that commanded nearly all of his movements. Silently he slipped toward her, empty eyes reflecting moonlight easily.

"Why have you stopped? I was certain you meant to leave."

However, something suddenly caught his attention. A Cannibal canine, how pleasant. The droll tone of his mental voice was steeped in sarcasm but none of it showed.

"Good day."

He murmured in greeting, eying the globs of gore that had been strewn about and the carnivorous little rat perched upon the canine's back. Blinking with a calm lack of concern, Kujien tilted his head back toward his original Poisonous companion.

[crystal]

Craver just sneered at the cat and returned to his meat growling at the cat still as he chewd.

[Vyn]

Kujien sneered at the canine from the corner of his eye, but did nothing more. His attention was on the Poison before him. Besides, he often found very little reason to pay much mind to a creature that blatantly ignored him.