Stalking the Sun

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The Mustildae bebe slunked through the maze, already growing quite bored of its tricks. She wanted, nay, needed some entertainment.

Her steps had begun getting sloppy, and not has precise as before. Quietly her pace became rather slow. The sun seemed to have abandoned her, it was now sunset.

However there was another prescence, friendly or not she didn't know. Her steps became quicker and more alert. "Come out, come out where ever you are." she said in a menacing vioce.

(ooc:This is crap sorry. Please only join if you plan to post at reasonable times.)

[Jenn]

Maskaeinji shambled through the hedgemaze, deliberately brushing up against first one and then another of the maze bushes as he went. He could almost hear the leaves curling as his sickly-looking olive fur came into contact with their shining, healthy surfaces. Within a few days, they would begin to wither as his disease worked its way through the touched leaves. The plant itself would remain unharmed...so long as he wasn't tempted to dig and gnaw on one of its roots. But no, plant and dirt was not to his taste.

Perhaps he would be lucky tonight and a human child would be wandering through the maze, or a pair of lovers, out for a stroll. He delighted in pitting one of them against another, or if he wasn't hungry, of biting one and having the other tend the tainted wound. Both would become ill and die within a week of contact, hopefully spreading the disease to their other acquaintances. Such was his desire.

Infect them. Infect them all.

Fleas jumped willy-nilly on his scraggly fur and he stopped for a good scratch, scattering them all around. If he was lucky, they would go on to bite a few rats, which would then spread his lovely concoction of pestilence to another, larger host. The tips of his toe claws came away covered in red, matching the fur of the toes themselves. Nnn. He shouldn't scratch so hard next time. With and unconcerned shrug of his shoulders, he stood and resumed his travel through the complicated hedgemaze.

Suddenly, from the other side of the hedge on his right, he heard a voice call out in a taunting tone. He paused and turned his head to stare curiously at the leaves. Someone was on the other side, and they smelled like one of his own. He grinned, muzzle pulling back over yellowed teeth, and stuck his head through the leaves. He would end up not two feet away from her, the front of his face sticking out. "Here now, are we playing a game?" he asked with a raspy laugh. His breath smelled sickly sweet, the scent of illness and death.

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Rotting, decayed, canine flesh, she smelled him far before she saw him. Her mind filled with what the horrible stench could be. But here thought were interupted by a head sticking out of the hedge.

Her nose wrinkled up in disgust. Even with only a head to study, he was quite obviously a Infection. The rotted away ears, the teeth coated in yellow, the sickly breathe. Even the green coat of the creature, dotted with black symbols of plague was quite obvious.

She jumped back in surprise, growling. Her snarling mouth soon turned into a curled smirk. Her white tail, splattered in elegent gold pattern, lashed around in excitement. Finally her stroll had turned interesting.

"Just looking for a bit of fun." she sneered through her mask.

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"Well ain't you cute," he replied with a snort before he pulled his head back where it belonged and rounded the turn to see her face-to-face. She was a pretty little thing, white fur covered with gold and brown markings. Mustildae, obviously, with the way she sat on her haunches. He could see the disgust painted clearly on her face even as she sneered at him. He had long been immune to his own lovely collection of odors, sense of smell dulled by a lifetime of sinus trouble. Her attitude didn't bother him in the least; his apathy towards his own kind had been fostered long ago. He was used to it, and when he didn't get it, that was what made him uneasy.

As he regarded her, he absently scratched at one ruined ear and shed still more fleas. "Right then, so what kind of fun would a half-pint like you be after in a pile o' shrubs? Terrorizing plants? Eating bugs?"

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She wasn't disgusted, Sikaedi treated everyone with sneers, atleast on first aquaintices. She was alittle disgusted, though she wouldn't admit it, he was a moving plague afterall, leaving disease and death after his wake.

She didn't want to be pretty, she didn't want to be like those lifeless dolls they call Marionettes. She was a director in training, she craved power. For the moment, she was a Puppeteer, so it would be best to play her cards right.

She watched him, still on her haunches, scratch his ear. Oh the nerve of him calling her half-pint! She wanted to show her displeasure somehow but held it in, but he.... was interesting, to say the least. She was quite curious about him but didn't show it. "Fear." she said simply. She was of Terror type, her job was to induce fear into others and feed off it. "What are you doing out?" she said, not worrying about being polite.

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"Me?" Mask asked in surprise, pausing his scratch with his head still tilted to the side. It would have been comical if it weren't for the way it exposed a bare, scabby patch of skin on his neck. "Nowhere else to be, I s'pose. Plants are as good companionship as anything else. At least they die easy. 's too bad they can't breathe, though." He smirked and continued his scratch, eventually finishing and resettling himself on the grass.

Uncouth, somewhat thick, and overall disgusting, the Infection spent little time indoors. He had little use for social graces himself and didn't really notice that the other Puppeteer was being rude. Her earlier comment had caught his attention, however, once he took a minute to think about it. "Ye're after fear? Huh. I guess I could peg you as a Terror or summat similar. I've always wondered about that."

He eyed her with more interest now. "D'you get a kick outta scaring people? A rush? Some kinda food? Why d'you do it?"

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(He's such a cool character, I love him. I think he's beautiful, but I'm really wierd.)

How... intrigueing. She tilted her head in amusement. It seemed the evening was looking up. It seemed he was of no threat, but she was still have her guard up. Still, she sunk into the grass, her stubby earth colored legs tucked neatly under her body. She looked up at him with less aggressive or rude expression.

"I am half terror." she wouldn't reveal her burial side, she showed so little of that part of her heritage that she could be stamped pure terror and nobody would know, exept for her beautiful golden markings.

Her grin grow at his question. Here teeth even showed in an excited fashion. "It is my job" she stated proudly. Wether it actually did any good for the world, she didn't care. A job is a job. With a small pause she decided to be more specific. "Its like a hobby, find someones fears, exploit it, then watch them cower into a puddle of fright." her grin became devilious at the thought. Prehaps he could understand....

[Jenn]

((I'm glad someone else likes him. ^_^ I love him to bits and think he's quite handsome as well, in his own awesome scruffy way.))

Mask’s dark, soulless eyes lit up at her words. ”Now that I can relate to,” he agreed, yellowed canines visible as he allowed himself an graceless grin. ”It’s much how it is with my type. The compulsion, the pleasure, the sheer sense of satisfaction at a...job well done. Yeah, I like that. I like it a lot.”

He half-flopped into a laying position, one set of legs tucked beneath him and the other splayed out to the front and side. He had difficulty in maintaining a comfortable position and had to shift constantly to take his mind off some of the itching and crawling. If his little pet was here, he’d have her crawl on him and scratch with her gentle plush claws, but he ordered her to stay home tonight where she belonged. Troublesome little thing didn’t always listen, but it looked like she had tonight.

”So, d’you wanna go find someone and turn them into a cowering puddle o’ fright?” he asked her with a roguish grin. ”So long as you don’t mind that terror being a one-time deal. If I get near ‘em, they won’t last for more than a fortnight. ‘s fun to watch if you know where they live. I imagine you’d get a kick outta catching them on their death beds. Now wouldn’t that be a rictus.”

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Oh so he understood! To have a job, more like a hobby of self-satisfaction or however you'd like to call it. It was something grand. It filled an empty spot.

A devilious grin once again alit her face. As if a spark was lit in her eyes, she made a blood-curdling laugh. "Ah that would be something wouldn't it?" It looked like this would be the start of a beautiful friendship. "We'd better get a move on, humans don't like the dark. The pitiful things fear what lurks in the shadows." And they should with euclides like her running around!

White orbs turned to the sky, the sun was still setting, basking the park in an beautiful gold glow that rivaled that of her markings. There was probably a couple somewhere enjoying the sunset the silly humans fond the it...... romantic.

With a small nod she rose to her feet and started to nose her way through the hedges, only stopping to look back and make sure he was following.

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Her comment made him snigger, deliberately dropping to skulk in a shadow himself. If they feared him, more the better. If they didn't, they soon would. Even more than their beasties and mysterious bumps in the night, their frightful fantasies and deranged imaginings, what frightened humans more than the slowly creeping onslaught of pestilence and plague? To die abed, in pain, delirious and shivering and slow...oh yes, that was the best part. Their labored breathing, coming as quickly as it could as they contemplated the nature of their pitiful existence, faced with the end of it far sooner than they would have liked. Some cried, some prayed, some cursed the heavens, but all of them were reluctant to give in to the pull of disease and decay.

Yet it claimed every last one of them, his special brew of sickness devastatingly lethal. It annoyed him, how rarely he was able to catch and release humans to such a fate. More often than not, there was only one and he needed to eat more than he desired to spread his sickness. An unpleasant reality, but with the help of this youngling and on such a fair night perhaps they would come upon a pair of lovers, one for eating and one for...toying with before release.

That wasn't to say they wouldn't play with the first as well, though, especially with a half-Terror as his companion. He chuckled again at the thought, moving to follow her through the shadow of the maze. His dark green fur blended well with the flora of the hedges. "See if you can find two of them," he half-growled, anticipation making his normally phlegm-thickened voice a terrifying sound.

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The canines vioce change did not make her shudder like it should other little girls. But she was no ordinary 'little girl'. She was a power-hungry terror, filling the void of boring humans everyday life. If that met her they would never be the same. If they survived of course.

"The more the merrier." she replied with her own vioce more menacing that before. Eventually they met the last wall of hedge. Her ermine like head weasled into the foliage. Pale orbs scaned the park. A grin grew more malicious by the second. "I see two.. On the bench." she motion him to look for himself.

His arms around her, their hands clamped tight, they looked at each other so tenderly...... It made her sick. Sick to the bone. But that would change, oh how that would change. "Lets break her heart and then kill them." She proposed. They were such a cute couple, if would be such a shame if he were to dump her.... and hard.

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Mask bared sickly yellow fangs in a grin, his hackles raising at the thought of their prey. Couples were his favorites. But had she said...? "Before we kill him," the scruffy-looking male growled. "Hell, we could even make him kill himself if you really wanted to screw around with the girl. Either way, though, she leaves alive. After I've given 'er a kiss." He smirked and licked his muzzle obscenely. Humans weren't his idea of attractive. No, he found the bipeds ugly in general. He would sooner make love to a garbage heap than one of the fussy, hairless things.

Not one for making plans, the Infection looked to his companion for ideas. He had been ridiculed before for his straightforward approach and if this was to be a joint hunt, he didn't want to make his fellow hunter tetchy. "Your call. You snag his soul or I do?"

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The thought of the girls scream as her lover killing himself delighted the young Mustildae. She knew the Infection was kidding about the kissing, if anything it was to spread his vile disease. The terror mix found the humans quite unattractive herself, they were just food and nothing more.

A confident smirk replaced the devilious one as he wanted her to form the plan. She was a Director in training, so this was a great opportunity. "Lets take control of his body, break up with her and then make him kill himself right infront of her." the Mustildae gave him a disgusted look as the couple started to kiss. "And quickly." she snorted. Oh how the couple's evening would change, she would never be the same haunted by dreams and memory of this event.

"You may snag the soul, but first I want to induce some fear into it." She snarled. She found fear more satisfying than any soul. "Shall we attack from the back?" she motioned him to go first, to be 'courteous'.

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Mask listened to her planning with half-an-ear, the rest of his attention focused on the couple sitting so close on the park bench not thirty feet away from the edge of the maze. He registered the invitation to act first and chuckled darkly, body dropping to hug the ground as he crept around the perimeter of the outer maze wall and towards their prey. Humans paid so little attention when their lives depended on it. He always found it amusing to surprise them, but with a young Terror by his side, their reactions would be doubly entertaining. The mustildae would make a point of sending them to the highest peaks of panic, he was sure, before he took over the will of the man.

As he slunk, he debated how best to infect the girl before she ran off. Contact? Airborne? Perhaps he’d shake and send his fleas to feast upon her tender flesh. He wasn’t sure. Likely it would be a mixture of the three.

Just a foot behind the bench now, creeping along slow enough that the couple wouldn’t notice the movement even if they weren’t staring into one another’s eyes – and snogging one another breathless. ”Boo,” he whispered, voice thick with phlegm and bloodlust.

[Jenn]

((Is this finished or did you want to continue? Either is fine with me. <3))