Unspeakable Intentions

[tigs]

Kyvabikuna. Jiaro's only daughter to be spawned thus far. She knew her father gave her quite the reputation, but she needed not his name! She'd make a name for herself. Her enjoyment of torturing others was unquestionable, the thrill of being dominant- undeniable. So weak were her brothers, was it not the males who were supposed to be tougher? Her mother was a fragile creature, but she'd have none of that. Seduction was a mystery to her at this age, but she'd learn the power when she was older. She had to master it all.

Her back arched against the bones fitting to her sizable frame, claws extending before her. Though, that was an overstatement, as they were always extended. She merely flexed them around in a circular motion. Her lovely black on white markings were very pronounced in the dull lighting, giving her the eerie look of a grim reaperess. That's exactly what she would be known as too. Who knows, she might even impress her father someday. That or enrage him to the point of hunting down his own flesh and blood. Nah, surely not. After all, what female could ever be a threat in his eyes?

She knew his tendencies, though not why he kept so many females around. Her mind was still tainted with cubbish innocence. She'd learned much in a small frame of time. But she hungered for power, and in knowledge lie small amounts. Beyond that, she had to know how to obtain power. She'd not pull this out of thin air, you know.

Devious blank expression somehow seemed so feminine, like a spoiled dark princess, complete with frilly vintage dress. This was not the image she meant to portray, but it was useful nonetheless. Everything about her age, size, and look could be useful.

Endless ideas drifted through her mind, some getting lost in the childish short attention span, and others sinking in for further contemplation. All in all, she'd have little to no use of playtime. Unless of course, it involved stealing from her brother's broken corpse of a body. That had been too hilarious.

[silverdust]

She flitted through the night by herself, strange for it wasn't often that she forewent company. She often needed others about her, just to reinforce the fact that she was real. She felt lost all on her own, and her mother's Figment genes always gave her a crave for attention. But tonight Xavídje was in a particularly tormented mood, and he had warned her to stay away from him. He couldn't hurt her, not physically, but he knew how to cut with words and at her age she was still impressionable. Too vulnerable.

So she drifted away. It was nothing new to her, she was a ghost, a lost spirit afterall. Her mother had liked that, the birth had been relatively painless. Quin'Seriibi adored her children, spawned from such a Beauty and the Beast polarity. They delighted her. She had made a show of choosing her name, rather poetically. Esper'kaebiä, a trace of exoticness in the silent lull of the syllables, a touch of ethereality. Really, she was undeserving of the name, befitting that of a marionette more than a wraith.

There were others in the park, she could see the shadows move. She whispered through the air, watching them from a distance. They were real ones, a girl and a boy. The boy was bleeding, the girl wore bones. She bit her lip lightly. How it must feel? To bleed like that, to hurt like that. She couldn't know physical pain, unless her brother decided to turn upon her. But would he ever do that? She did know of pain thought. That same sadistic aura she could smell on the female, it was the same as Xavídje. Xavídje could hurt her more than anything, but they relied on each other. Their mothers lived in the same theatre, he was her only playmate, and she hated to be alone.

Quietly, she watched the scene unfold. She couldn't interfere yet, such ghosts as she did not exist to their world.

[FlyingPanther]

Had death come for her already? It was one of the questions she had to ask herself as she found herself approaching the other. She was curious about the other youngling, or what she perseved to be so. After all, it might be...the child death, or something, that comes to claim children. Her eyes sadden slightly. When her father broke the news to her that because of her heritage she might not make it to old age, she had not expected that she would actually never make it to adulthood. She almost wished that her father had not told her anything of this, and had just let her live her life without worry, and when she died, she would just die, rather then worrying about it for the rest of her life.

Death was constantly on her mind, and her tiny childlike frame stopped a little ways away from the spine adorned other, to afraid of the possiblity that this just might be her death coming for her. Red pelt glistened slightly in the shadows of the park. Eyes stared blankly at the creature in front of her. To go or not to go, that is the question. She could turn around now, no doubt death would follow her, but that was something she had gotten used to. She could escape for now, it was still not to late.

Suddenly she felt the familiar sensation of hurtful tickling on her throat. Oh no, not now while she still had a chance of running! Maybe this was deaths way of acknowledging that she had seen her without having actually seen her with her eyes. The taste of copper rushed into her mouth. She clenched her teeth together as hard as she could, her eyes watering in pain. No...she would not alert the other of her presence. Blood began to drip down her lips as she could no longer hold it back. With a painful wretching sound she just as horribly painfully relieved herself, vomiting loudly what seemed to be all the blood in her body. Of course it was not, but it was quite a sizable amount of blood. She coughed violently as her throat sought to clear and clean itself, vomiting yet again. After a couple more coughs she was fine. but her position, being not that far away from the other female cub, was clear now. She could not hide herself anylonger.

She stepped out of the shadows and in clearer view. She made sure to step over her mess so as not to leave any bloody tracks. She bowed her head slightly in shame of her inborn weakness, and slightly in defeat. Her maw and chest stained slightly with the blood from her body she had just expelled. "Hello." she said lamely.

[tigs]

Irritated and yet amused, Kyva laughed aloud as the sound of retching came from behind her. Oh look! She was hacking up her insides, and this was by far the most comical thing the vicious femme had seen all day. Another presence shifted about in the darkness, too afraid to come near? She didn't blame it. Wearing the spine proudly, she took a step forward and peered down at the bloody femme, mockingly. She decided she'd hold in her demonic tendencies, no harm would come to this walking corpse yet, not from her claws.

"What an introduction. What's wrong with you anyway? If you're one of those diseased types, you'd best keep it to yourself. I wouldn't tempt fate if I were you." She snarled, practically atop the one before her. She had no reason to act as she did, she just derived pleasure from causing fear and pain. Though born the only female of Jiaro's litter, she was the most terrible of them all. Except, in front of her parents, she was the perfect dark angel. She'd not let her parents know what a demoness she could be, because if her father found her a threat... well, she was no fool to the reasoning of his mind. After all, she shared a part of it. A confrontation with him someday would be fun, in fact, she looked forward to her days as an adult. So much more power she'd have than this tiny frame.

Her ivory paws swiped the ground dramatically as she did a slow circle around the pitiful creature before her. So many things drifted through her mind, wonderful ideas of what she could do... she could ease the suffering. But not without some fun of her own! She lunged forward, snapping her jaws to see if the femme would jump. This night could be so much more fun than she'd origionally expected.

"Power is a wonderful thing. Something you'll never experience. Isn't it sad? You look on the edge of death anyway, it's only a matter of time before a more vicious Euclide comes and finishes you off. In fact, I've heard of one... who only eats younglings. He could be around, so close to coming across your vomited blood." Her lips were drawn back in a snarling smile, her tongue pressed just behind those sharp, promising teeth. Her eyes blazed with an invisible fire, the emptyness seeming too intense for such emotionless eyes.

"Perhaps, your time has come, and by some twist of fate, I am here to be your angel of death... think about the possibility..."

[FlyingPanther]

She tucked her head into her chest slightly with the rather hurtful and menacing laugh the other female cub gave at her retching. She was more hurt then intimated by the female. True, the young one before her was a scary sight to behold, and death was not really something she could completely be brave about at this age. She wanted to experience so much more before calling it quits. But growing up around her father had changed her a great deal from the quivering ball of fur she was as an infant, and the pain the continously corsed though her made her slightly cold to the prospect of more pain. Her father had always tought her to never show weakness or fear to an apponant, not that this female was, but it went to same way with tormentors. Her father was a strong man, and she wanted to live up to his way if she could. He had even named her a strong masculine name in hopes of her finding some sort of inner strength amoung the angst of knowing life will be cut short. And the whole pain thing? As said before, she was in all sorts of pain daily, and certainly wasn't stupid, she didn't want more pain, but she figured if she couldn't avoid it, she would be able to deal with it better then another creature.

"I'm not Diseased." she said slightly annoyed, and daring to be brave like her father. After all, her father wouldnt take any shit talk from no one, and neither would she. She lifted her head slightly. "I'm just part Agony is all." she said as a sort of suppliment to what she had said before. She licked her bloody lips attempting to clean the dried blood from her maw. She had never liked the feeling of crusting blood on her, it was sort of an OCD moment that every time she threw up blood she had to clean herself.

At the predetorial circling, she could feel herself tencing quite a bit, and she cursed herself. She doubted that the female wouldn't notice the tention, and this would only aid in the females pleasure and wanting to hurt her. When the other lunged, the red fox like female pushed herself away suprized, and as an uncontroled reaction lashed with her own jaws, clamping down on nothing but air, but all the same, showing off bloody yellowed teeth. She was not agressive by any means, and she had never been in a fight before, mostly because she had never put herself into a position to be fought with. However, this didn't change her reaction to the situation. Weither she knew it or not, like her father she was a fighter, and it was probably the only reason she and her siblings lived as long as they did with the sort of conditions they had.

"Who is to say what we will and wont experience in our life time." she said all to sagely for her age. "I wont live as long as you. But I could grow to be more powerful then you will ever be in my short time here. Stranger things have happened." The female had challenged her, weither she knew it or not, if not power she would at least be as strong as her body would possibly let her be. She nearly snorted at the mention of a particular euclide that ate younglings. She could have figured there were more then one. Her father had always told her to be careful when running off on her own, because there would be many euclide with the intent to kill. She did not snarl. In fact, almost as soon as she had snapped, her mouth was once again covered by her lips. Her teeth would be more menacing if rarely seen. Her eyes had no such fury in them, only annoyance at the cubs rude commentary, and maybe a bit of fear. She was feeling fear after all.

"The thought had crossed my mind that you were death. In fact, that is what I thought you were when I first saw you. But, like me, you are of flesh and blood. I see that. You are not death, and you will never be death. That is power that no one can have. Death is far more merciful then you know." She was afraid,a nd she knew her words would probably drive the other to attack. But she wasn't going to tip toe around the female and hope for the best. She was not about to put herself down and disappoint her father. If she had to experience pain, better to fight it out then just take it weakly.

[silverdust]

The scene was playing quite philosophical, at least to her. Death and pain, somethings that were so far from her. Was she dead already, and thus an end of pain as it were? Or was it something else. She wanted answers, but would these two give her any answers? It seemed they were intent on fighting, at least the bone-decorated darkling. The bleeding one seemed only trying to defend herself and her pride. She admired that. She wished she had pride to protect.

She floated closer, changing herself as she went. She had always felt so small when in her true form, so delicate. These two had none of that ethereality. As they had said, it was power that they associated with. She flickered her forms, wolf and lion and serpent, always changing but always something that held at least a wisp of power. But she didn't step into the light, still seeming a changing mist in the shadow. But her voice came, clear and echoed slightly, as if from another plane.

"Death, you speak so much of death and pain. Could you tell me more?" blunt the question, but politeness she had never needed. Whatever retribution or punishment that she might've gotten for stepping out of line had no effect. Nothing could harm a ghost, in a way, she was exempt from the rules that dictated their society.

[tigs]

Clicking her claws on the ground, she held a still, motionless nonchalance as the other snapped her jaws. "Oh save it you pitiful thing." She laughed, mighty in her pose of dominance, knowing she was still in control. And always would be. Her father... what had he taught her? By words, he barely spoke, but by actions, he had been a most excellent teacher. Wouldn't he be surprised if she came home with tales of ending the life of a wretched little Agony. It's not like her life was worth living anyway.

"'just part Agony'? You make it sound so... unimportant. As if you hold the same impressiveness as I, part Annihilation." The last word was a threat in it's own, she wondered what the femme before her would think now, she was of a rare type, of a parentage this little thing had probably heard of. "Have you heard of a man named Jiaro?" She purred, but it was the sound you would expect from a domesticated demon. She took a few steps around, pacing tauntingly, just daring the shiveling little brat to try another courageous stunt. There was no competition here, she would win with ease. What was this little thing going to do? Vomit blood on her? Ha! Oh too funny.

"I am his only daughter. By his prize marionette, Syaebi, who is my mother. You see... I'm destined to be powerful and important, it is in my blood. But yours... well, what you have left, is from parents who will just fade from existance, long after you. Nothing but a memory to yourself." She laughed aloud and made sure to give her most pleasant smile. Which was probably the most horrifying of all. How she wanted to tear that little body to shreds, dancing on her vocal cords, that would shut her up.

"You'll never be even half as powerful as I. I'm sorry, dear, but logically... now that you know who and what I am, you simply cannot deny it! I'm not That high on myself, though, give me a worthy opponent, and I might admit to a challenge, I might admit that someone could be stronger than I. But I see no worthy opponent. I see no challenge to my power." She stated simply, enjoying every word. Really, she was a fool to say such childish things. Hopefully she understood the importance of rank and type. A Puppet Master she'd heard her father say, she had the promising start of becomming one! The highest rank, and one of the rarer types, now honestly, who could compete with that? Oh silly, silly girl. Her short life had taught her nothing.

"Did I say I was death? You foolish thing, I said I could be your angel Of death... I could help in delivering you from this suffering... whilst enjoying it by my own means of course. Do not fool yourself into thinking you know what I do and do not know." She smirked outrageously as she spoke, surprised at the youthful foolishness of this girl. She showed so much fear, but admitted to so little. Much less predictable than one might think, yes, Kyva was ruthless as they came, but she also knew when to use it. Attacking randomly would make her seem less strategic. And she couldn't have that.

The drifting shape came closer, and Kyva practically slapped herself in the forehead. What was this? Freaks night out? She sighed in returning irritation and shook her head. "You sound so eager. I'd love to show you... but there's something strange about you. You a freak like this one?" She nodded her head towards the Agony and waited.

[FlyingPanther]

The girl was beyond angry. She was not one to be so put down or insulted, and she had never been so insulted in her life. He sholders shook slightly as she tried to calm herself. She would not start a fight, but she would certainly bust the creatures bubble. She may be of common type, but she was not of that mindframe. Quite the opposite, she had learned much in her short time on this earth, mostly from her father, who was very wise dispite his energetic and silly exterior. He had learned to channel his pain into something else far more powerful, and she would follow in his footsteps.

"I say it so unimportantly because it is obvious you nitwit. For a rare breed such as yourself you sure don't know much when it comes to types." She stops a moment to calm herself further. "I have never heard of your father. And i doubt many have. Just because someone is in a position of power doesn't nessesarily mean that they are known to all. Just to that small community and maybe a few of the attacked." she lashed her tail slightly. Her anger outweighed her fear at this point. She had a name to protect just as the cub before her, and if you attacked hers shed certainly attack yours, weather or not you were of some 'rare type'.

Then she recited something her father had always let her know, to keep her on the right track, to help her make her life worth living. "It is often the one who has nothing that gains the most. You may be of high ranking noble blood. But if I chose to become powerful, if I chose to work as hard as I could towards that goal, I would get there. More then likely getting more praise due to my 'unimportant pitiful' background. Where comes the admiration when all you have to do is sign on the dotted line? If you ask me...your way of gaining power is pitiful." Satisfide with what she had said, she looks at the other coldly. She lashed her tail here and there calmly, as her rage started to filter out of her body. She should be feeling fear right about now, due to the fact that her words would probably cause the other to attack out of anger, but she isn't just yet.

She pretty much ignores the insulting language of her 'angel of death comment and adds to her monolouge. "You are far to arrogant for your own good. It will catch up to you one day, and you will wish that you were a little more careful." She keeps her eyes on the skeleton female in front of her instead of turning her head to look at the ghost. Caesarion wasn't stupid, she knew if she didn't keep her eyes on the other that she would attack while looking at the smaller one. She dipped her head slightly in acknowledgement of the other. She rolled her eyes slightly at the hurtful words of the other. Insults did get rather boring after a while.

[tigs]

Kyna cackled, throwing her head back, her body shaking with pleasure. This was the reaction she liked most, such a silly little thing, still with those pathetic notions of power in her head. She would die, and be nothing, at it was as simple as that. Oh, but with such short of a lifespan, she could understand why the other was so infatuated with trying to prove herself. Wait, on second thought, she didn't really understand, after all, she had her entire life ahead of her! Oh these moments were just too delicious, the unintelligent remarks, and random pointless insults. She certainly was in a fit! Speaking of fit, Kyvabikuna was still in a fit of malicious laughter.

"Again with the assumptions about my knowledge? You truly are an idiot." She shook her head sadly, as if it hurt her to be in conversation with such a poor conversationalist. "Actually, many have, I suppose in your youth and from having such unimportant heritage, that you just haven't gotten out enough. It's to be expected, but can't say I didn't try..." She smirked again, swaying her tail rhythmically in the air with obvious delight. These games, no wonder her father enjoyed them! Oh the stories she'd have to tell, show up those pathetic brothers of hers. While they lounged about, she was out playing mind games with the comdemned.

"What you choose matters none. You can't ever be what I am, you weren't born with the ability to become what I can become. Really, do you know absolutely nothing? It's nice and all to have high hopes and expectations of yourself, but you might as well spend your last days in more enjoyable practice. See, this is the beauty of your lack of understanding... what you call 'pitiful' is how all power is obtained. My father was meant to be a Puppet Master, and he is so. I have the potential for the same, and that I will someday be under his guidance. The admiration comes for me, from being able to prove that I am worthy of this power." She stated simply, a bored expression on her face like an older sibling answering childish questions from a younger sibling. Which, essentially, was what it was to her. Minus any sort of family attachment. It was more than obvious she felt nothing for this rodent.

"Arrogant? Well, I suppose I am. It's never steered my father wrong, and as long as I keep on my toes, I'll be just fine. I'd worry about yourself..." She let the comment drop off with a malicious smile, all the more chilling because she was trying to feign polite concern. Something she was probably incapable of. More creation than a living being, her mind was a warped labyrinth, lacking emotion and sticking instead to logic. It tended to have more use anyway.

"Perhaps one day you will wish you were a little more careful in the presence of those stronger than you..." She hissed, swiping out a paw, and not needing that extra second that most Euclides needed to extend their claws, for hers were permanently extended. It was aiming to be a simple, bloody slap, nothing too hardcore for her. She didn't want to end her game so soon, it was just getting interesting, though it had boring points. Perhaps she'd be better suited to seeking out older prey? No, not old enough to get that cocky yet.

Her eyes drifted again to the newcomer, one trained on Caesarion out of habit. "No... you're not like this one. You're different in another way... If you explain a little about yourself, perhaps I can educate you in return..." A business agreement more or less, but that was about the only other thing Kyva dealt with aside from pain, death, and mind games.

[What a bitch XD I haven't had such a fun character in a long time <3<3 I'll respond to your PM soon, I'm getting booted off the computer x.x sorry hun!]

[silverdust]

The speeches were long, the words bitter and hateful. She was content to wait for her turn to speak, she often did the same in her own theatre. The pretty bone-child, daughter of Jiaro, she would have figured the familiarity. Xavidje's father was the director of his cast after all, and he had painted her some of the mental images that had impressed upon him as he piggybacked his father's mind. No wonder the arrogance, no wonder the scornful sadism. Still, the girl with all her words to cut down hurt her none. Xavidje was worse, if any, and she had numbed herself to all else.

She drifted full into the light, still flickering her form. A dragon in the blink of an eye, a roc the next, so on and so forth. It was hard to tell if she smiled or remained impassive with her reply as she circled them, curiously. "A freak? Mm, perhaps, I suppose yes. My da was undead, mother a Figment. I'm a shade, then. My name's Esper'kaebiä."

Her words were odd, a mix of eloquence and cockney that flickered in both her parents voices. She sat back, taking the form of a harpy with a Medusa's head, wrapping her wings around her knees and cocking her head at Kyva and Caesarion. They were inquistive, blank with a wan smile. "I'd like to know about death. You seem like someone to ask, part-Annihilation like you said."