spilling blood in the night

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BiKeana, an blood female euclide stalked a young human in the chuchyard. she silently stalked the young male human. her soft but dangerious paw softley touched the cold ground. her tial flicked in exitement. the Human was by a gravestone, morning a loved one. it was getting quite dark, almost pitch dark. the stars were peering from the darkness. BiKeana licked her maw and then jump over a grave stone and rushed towards her prey. he screamed before the large creature slashed his gut. he fell down quickley, BiKeana still mauling him. you pitifull creature, you don't deserve to be killed by me she said before he died. her ears flicked hearing something behind the grave stones. she growled ferociously and took her 'prize' into the shadows. natually bloods are agressive and BiKeana was no exeption.
(her page:belloobaskennels.com/euclide4.htm)

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(( <.< I miss roleplaying Euclides, and ... hey, Kaelije needs to get out. So. ))

Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

"Quiet, Poppy," a soft, velvety voice murmured in the stillness of the night. The hurried thumping of the smooth, glistening red heart seemed to soften at the gentle command of its keeper, and the moonlight slid off of its slick form as a cloud covered the silver orb.

The soft light also left the form of a finely muscled, vaguely handsome male Euclides, leaving him masked in shadow. Kaelije slowly turned his head to regard the thumping heart between his paws, and he smiled at it with a strange, not-entirely-sane fondness. "A lovely night for a walk, Poppy," he said, before turning his white eyes to the vast graveyard. The pale scar on his brow raised and lowered at various magnificent tombstones, stark, angular shapes in the deep of night.

Kaelije was only slightly startled when a scream rent the still air, rattling his bones and making him slick his ears back against his skull. No, it did not bother the murder type more than a slight irritation at the ear-splitting noise. He had heard that sound many times from all sorts of creatures. He showed his teeth; tonight might be the night for a kill.

Picking up the steadily pounding heart and letting it nestle inbetween his teeth, Kael did his best to rise gracefully. As the moon emerged again, the scent of blood reached his nose - and it was not only coming from the recent kill.

"Hmm," he said through his teeth, wrinkling his muzzle and scenting the air. He could feel another nearby, just as surely as he could feel the stain of blood in the wind.

crits.dracogrex.net/euclide/kaelije.html

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Bikeana was fast at word on the corpse. she delicately pulled out the bones..... she would find a use for them one way or another. her blank orbs shone off the moon. the smell of blood was heavy in the air, and she loved it. not one drop of blood was wasted. she decided that she would leave the rest for osme outher time and went to 'greet' her company.
she crept from the shadows, and shook the blood from her crimson coat. the pale white on her paws where stained red as the white on her maw making her look even more menacing. and she did live up to her looks.
"come introduce yourself, stranger." she said taungtedly. her tail swished back and forth, tonight mgiht be interesting. Bikeana lived for confortation.

lifting her maw up to the sky, when the wind came she scented him and walked towards where he was. the red in her paws mixing with the brown of the dirt, she lowered her body. her ears on her head. she made a toothy grin and then decided to let the outher part respon.

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"Poppy, we have company," Kael murmured to himself, placing the small red heart between his paws again. He was feeling particularly greusome that night, with the smell of blood coursing through his conciousness. And, with this other - a female - drawing nearer, the scent was even more thick and intoxicating.

Turning in Bikeana's direction, he focused his empty white eyes on her. She was a striking creature, her beautiful red coat streaked and stained with an entirely different hue of crimson. What was particularly interesting about this female, however, was her tail; the plume was perfect for swishing and twirling about. I'll be damned if she's not a marionette, Kael thought in amusement, smiling politely now that he fully realized he was involved in a conversation.

"Kaelije," he said, "at your service, Lady." (The words might have sounded a bit more sincere had Kael not been thinking back to another pretty red female he had known many years ago, of whom he did not have very fond memories. Then again, Kael very rarely had fond memories of females.)

Kael tilted his head, both being respectfully polite and gesturing to the heart at his feet. He chose, however, to wait to introduce his 'pet' until he had decided whether or not Bikeana could appreciate some of his more eccentric personality attributes.

"What brings you out on this lovely night?" he inquired, though he already knew perfectly well why this femme was wandering where she was. Her entire front was splashed with glistening vermillion, though he was now getting used to the stench of the kill.

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(I'm sorry I'll reply in a minuite. I was caught up.)

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she crept closer, her toothy grin flourishing. was this a puppet for her to tinker with? or was is someone more demanding of respect? bah it didn't matter at least she would find some way to have fun.
"hello sir." she said finally the toothy grin dissapearing into a more devious curl. -well aren't we the gentlemen?- she thought giggling to herself. -isn't that rare of a murder?- finally she got out of the hunting position and looked at him eye-to-eye.

as he tilted his hansom features she swished her tial amusedly. "Bikean. puppeteer of now casts. none would take me." at the last sentence there was a change in the tone of her vioce. it was very noticeable, thats what she wanted. she loved to be the rebel, the loner, the trouble maker. all those things that she loved to be the spotlight in.

"the beat of the hunt." how strange of her to use that in her sentence. there was a reason. she eyed his heart, quite curious. but dare not would she ask. "what bring such a fine one as yourself here?" she was surprised she used that type of words and tone. usually she would be more blunt but felt edgie tonight. oh joy what a new game!
(I think I changed her personality since I wrote the topic. it has been awhile.)

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(I finally read his page, and it was the first euclide page that actually made me laugh.~goes off naming Juuns cage Ballie's Palace.~X3)

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((OoC: Yes, I accidentally made Kael sound rather goofy. XD; And he is, but he'd rather I not tell anyone that. *fends off his blows*))

Kael showed his teeth in a smile that tended to look more like a grimace. It was reminiscent of the expression he wore when Sibine used some of her favorite lines on him, though, with her, it was usually followed by a snappy remark and a request that she leave him alone so he could keep reading. Or, of course, talking to Poppy, as the case may be. Of course, it would be rude to tell this female to leave him alone. And, besides, he was surprised at how friendly she seemed. Odd, for a blood.

"It's a pleasure, Bikean," he said, forcing his smile to grow more natural. "I'm not out for such a rational reason, I must admit. Have you ever just felt like you needed air?" To accentuate this idea, he took a deep breath, drawing the scent of fresh blood into his nostrils once again. He exhaled firmly, then shook his head, his ears flopping comically and unintentionally, finishing with a satisfied look on his face.

Thump, thump, went Poppy, pounding along against Kael's paws. Glancing down and catching Bikean's confused expression, Kael couldn't help but laugh.

"This," he said, "is ... is Poppy." Realizing how crazy he must sound, he smiled rather sheepishly - far too sheepishly for any respectable murder. "He needed fresh air, as well.

Too late to worry about whether or not she can tolerate an oddity like me, Kael thought, rather pitifully. Sibine already questioned his reputation as a hardened killer, and he didn't need this Euclides spreading the word that he was a maniac that talked to organs.

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BiKeana started to think how she was acting, it wasn't good for her reputation. but this male, unlike outhers intreuged her. he seemed like a gentleman, he was hansome, and had a strange heart on his paws. yeah, that could get any females attention. she was also very surprised of how she was handeling the socializing with him.

she nodded at him. "yes, I love the wind." as soon as she was done she bit her tongue. -why or why did I tell him I loved something? what kind of blood am I? what would daddy say? what would this murder say?- if her cheeks weren't laydend with crimson, her blushing would've been noticable.

almost bursting out laughing at thinking of the heart as the murders pet, or something like that Bikeana just giggled. "why doesn't Poppy, stop working? I have sliced up human chests before they died and I see there hearts beating, then they stop." she asked curiously. though, it was more like a demand. then she started thinking again, her role model, her dad would've sliced this euclide up in a second. shouldn't she have done the same? did she not have the mean streak as her parents and siblines? she said this over and over in her mind. Bikeana was the type of euclide who needed to live up to her type, and family.

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"It's a nice thing, wind," Kael said conversationally. "Good for the soul. He smiled inwardly at that last comment - how odd he must look, a Murder talking about the spiritual benifits of being out in the wind! But he didn't mind looking odd, or even slightly silly, as long as he wasn't overly judged for it. If the need arose, he would kill. Who, after all, had been doing all the hunting at Falichesco lately, while Sibine worried about her little human?

At this next comment, Kael let an eyeridge raise very slightly. Well, yes, he thought. She is a blood, isn't she? Then, remembering that she had asked a question just before, he glanced down at Poppy, as if just realizing that it was still thumping. "Oh, I don't know," he said, sounding rather puzzled himself. "He just hasn't gotten around to stopping yet, I suppose."

Really, Poppy was still a bit of an oddity to Kaelije. Perhaps he had not yet released his grip on life because he was a murdon heart and not the weaker heart of a human. Perhaps he had been enchanted when Kael wasn't looking. Perhaps he was just evil and Kael ought to chuck him into a lake.

That last thought, of course, was completely impossible. Kael, though he didn't like to admit it, had grown quite fond of Poppy since he had discovered him on a similar walk through a graveyard. He was, in fact, never seen without Poppy. Whenever he thought he was completely alone in the theatre, he would read to the heart or simply run ideas past it. It was better, he had decided, than having to spend all his time with the females of the theatre, with their emotional rollercoasters and such. Poppy never needed to be kept from hurting himself, and he certainly never tried to flirt with Kael until Kael pushed him into the main curtain.

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Bikeana raised an eyebrow. so, that wasn't a sign of weakness? now she could breath.
"yes, I guess it is." she said, another blush hidden as she took a step back then forward again. the moonlight, once again highlighted her frame. her playful but sinister smirk was gone and replaced with a small smile. she had never smiled like that. was she actually enjoying company someone just for them being there. she didn't know.

Bikeana was thinking while he was talking. -I wonder if he would mind if i opened up. I wonder if he would listen.- she thought. Bikeana, was a troubled girl. she always would wear her hardend mask. she had some issues, obvilously with her family and type, her female feelings, and worries. and there was nobody to talk to in her life.

"so do you have any friends or casts?" she asked willing to know more about him. "and how did you find Poppy?" she continued curiously.

she actually wanted to know this one. she was going against her morals but she didn't care....... much.

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"Poppy," Kael laughed, "Was discovered in a graveyard, much like this one. I haven't the faintest idea why I picked him up. Mother always told me not to pick up random organs, you've no idea where they've been. In any case, I kept him with me. Morbid fascination, I admit, but he keeps me company."

Kael wound his long, poofy tail around his black paws in thoughtful consideration at the next question. "The ridiculous females I have to spend all my time with? I suppose you could call them friends" he said, his smile making it clear that he was at least teasing a little bit. "I live in a theatre called Falichesco with a few other Euclides and our human ... servant."

He said this last phrase with distaste in every word. One of the 'few other Euclides,' a pretty marionette named Sibine, had grown extremely protective of a young human girl, Ava. Sib claimed that the girl was useful for cleaning and other menial tasks, which, Kael usually replied, was what puppets were for. But considering the fact that the only puppet in the theatre was a baby of the types Torn and Agony, Sibine dismissed that argument with a scoff. Kael considered the tolerance of a human girl simply unnatural, and he was positive that, should a Puppet Master ever appear, something would be done about it.

"We'd be considered a Cast, the girl excluded," Kael continued after a brief pause, "but we've no proper leader. Things will probably be a shade more organized with us when someone of authority finds our little theatre." Kael smiled at himself before questioning the pretty femme before him. "I don't suppose you've met Sibine or Lisibita?"

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(I am so sorry. I tried to reply yesterday, or the outher day but my computer turned off and erased all my favorites. no joke, its crap I tell you.)

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(( o______o *kicks your computer in the ... processor* That's horrible! *pats you* Totally understood. ))