Iba's lullaby

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Ibasine(I-be-sign) ran around the ally Back and forth, she went running after flying trash. It was a windy dag. Why would such a lively Euclide be in a dirty ally? She was hiding from the humans and outher euclides so this was her play area. She was a Paranoid mix, and didn't enjoy being with outhers. Biting them with her mouth, flopping over in a box, and chewing them untill the wind blew it away. She looked so cute! Her big clumsy puppy paws finally wore out. Exausghted, and not knowing where the heck she was she layed down on a box. The warm sun heated her fur. She started to whistle beautifull. It was her moms lullaby, and now its became her passion. She was part music after all. speaking of her mom, she would have a hurt attack! She was so dirty!

suddenly a trash can tipped over. "Who's there?" She asked getting up. Her vioce was deep like her fathers. But it was still alittle faminum. "show yourself!" she cried trying to sound brave, but it ended up sounding nervous. She puffed up trying to look big. Her mom told her to never be scared. She encouraged her at all times but it was so hard. But she tried so much to be brave.
(I just had to start rping her. She will be paged ASAP.)

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ooc| Hehe, same for me ST. x)



Ibvaesu [Ib-va-su] walked through the disgusting alleyway, walking carefully to avoid brushing her large tail against the nasty grime which caked against the walls. Her muzzle dripped with crimson blood, she had killed a small human child minutes before, but had to run when the horrified mother caught sight of her. It bothered the little Cannibal and Temptation mix not at all, she would no doubt find another victim soon enough.

She was like her Cannibal father--if she could even call him such. She had a strange fascination with the death of human children, though unlike her father she wouldn't easily kill an Euclide bebe. That, along with lack of shame, was all she had of her mother's traits. To her, it was for the best, she saw the Temptation little more than a lustful gypsy, nothing to concern her with.

It was then when she heard the crash of the garbage can, and then the panicked call of another...Euclide? How fun this day was becoming! Ibvaesu couldn't help smirking as she sauntered over, a spark of mischief hidden in her eyes. Oh, how she resembled her father!

"I assume you mean me?" She asked with a tip of her head. In conversation, if nothing else, she resembled her mother. Sianabi's accent was also her own, rich with French. "It is just I, Ibvaesu, Puppeteer," a low rank really, but one must live what one gets. Oh, and this other femme was of a nervous sort, was she not? Most likely a Paranoid, perhaps a mix...Whatever she was, she had best not be boring.

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Iba with breathing in and out quite hard that she was hurting her chest. Finally she left out a huge sigh to get her to stop. She would have to be brave. She keep telling herself.
"You can do it! Show em who's boss!"
She held the same curse as her mother, she had vioces in her head. Luckily she wasn't nearly as bad as mum. The vioces seldom came up, and they were 'nice' supporting her and looking out for her.
"Breathe girl." Another vioce coaxed.

"Hello." She said trying to contain her shaking. She walked foward carefully. "I guess that was you, I'm Ibasine. You can call me Iba." She said wagging her tail in welcome.

After pausing after her introduction, She continued. "What are you doing out here?"

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Ibvaesu watched on as the strange female had a conversation with herself; she obviously was a Paranoid. And maybe...a Music as well? It would explain quite some of the mystery. As she waited for the other to regain composure, Ibvaesu wiped the blood from running down her legs. The sight made her very hungry, too bad this was an Euclide and not a human.

"It would seem so, there is no one else in this alleyway," the bebe answered with a small, malicious smirk. "Iba then, nice to meet you," she added, remembering her manners at the last moment.

"I have been hunting." That should have been obvious, the blood of a young boy was splashed down her front. "But I do believe the better question is: Why are you here?" She asked, this female looked out of place in such an environment.

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Finally She had got her head down to a more normal level. When meeting people at first her paranoid side came out. She was trying to control that side. And her Music moodiness that was rare, but when she had it, it was bad. Now she was back to her usually self.

"I guess, but you never know what might be here. I never expected to find anyone." She said in a half-forced chuckle. mmmmm, she has a French accent just like my mum. the babe thought. She hadn't gotten that even though she thought it was beautiful. "You have a nice accent, just like my mommy." she added.

Ah she knew it! This babe was out hunting already? This made her embarrassed, she had always gotten food from her parents.

"I was out playing. I didn't want to get into anyone's way so, I played in here." she said and kicked a can with her forepaw.

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Ibvaesu chuckled shortly and shook her head. "That is true, and for that you must be on your guard," she said and glanced around at the decaying garbage. Off in the distance, a child walked hand-in-hand with her mother. The sight was enough to evoke a slight, barely visible snarl as the Cannibal side of her won over for a moment. Unlike most, she embrace her father's bloodthirsty type, but now she was in the mood for frightening this Iba in front of her.

"Do I?" Pride flared in the young being for a moment before settling with a curt nod. "Was she born in France then?" She asked, thinking of her own mother.

Why was she so surprised? Oh, perhaps she was born from actual love, where her parents catered to her. Ibvaesu was born from no such arrangement; lust was the tool to her birth. Not to say her parents didn't watch for her from time to time, but for the most part she was on her own. "Does that surprise you?" She asked and lifted a mocking eyebrow.

Playing was she? How juvenile, even now the young one realized the seriousness of life, and spent the bulk of her time stalking humans. Then again, at least this one had the sense of staying away from the passing humans.

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She nodded at the feline in front of her. She sat on a dry 'clean' stop on her white velvat paws. "I'm a Music Paranoid mix, what are you?" she said curiously. Even though she knew better than too tell she was a Paranoid mix this babe probably already knew from her eyes, and her actions.

"Yes, yes! She was born and live most of her life in France!" She said exitedly. "Her only thing from it, is a silken white scarf which she never takes off." she siad nodding. She was proud of her heritage, no matter what anyone said.

What Ivaesu said probably was true, the pup was humble and sweet was probably from her parents love. "Well, I guess. My parents bring me food. But moms gonna teach me how to get prey using mind games. She's a Script Writer." she said again, feeling proud someday, she would be able to entrance a human in his own mind. Thats how she'd picture it. But for now, she would practice alluring a can into her grasps.

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Leaping atop an abandoned wine crate and away from the filth, Ibvaesu nodded politely. She had guessed as much, seeing the canine's actions. Her question brought a large, bordering on sick, smile to her face. "I am an interesting mix of Cannibal and Temptation," she said simply and waited for a reaction.

"Did she now? That would make sense. My own mother spent most of her life in Bordeaux," she explained. To the canine's second comment, Ibvaesu broke out in laughter; her mother had collected men's hearts, and their affairs. But that would remain unspoken, no one needed to know of such nasty ordeals.

A skeptical feline, Ibvaesu saw the folly in the plans of Iba's parents. For now, it would be fine, but what to happen when she became an adult? It would be the end of such treatment and Iba would be on her own. "A Script Writer? Oh," it was almost unbearable to see such a creature proud of a low ranking such as that. Then again, Ibvaesu's own father was a Puppet.

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(sorry I'm was destracted)

Following after Ibvaesu, Iba leaped upon the crates as well. She would keep up with this feline, she would show that she was a good as this one. "A Cannibal? I know what a Cannibal is! I've met one too, he was nice." She said knowing that this wasn't the way she pictured the reaction.

"Yeah, she said it was a wonderful place. She tells me stories of it. When I grow up, I'm gonna go see it. But this will always be my home." She said happy with the fact that she had devotion to her birthplace. At Ibvaesu's laughter the pup growled. "And WHAT is so funny?" She siad snarling. If it was about her parents, she knew she would have to get rough with this creature.

"Yes, a Script Writer." She siad knowing she had inherited some of her mom's intellect. She wouldn't tell her that her rank was a Puppet.

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ooc| Hehe, that's alright. ^-^

A snarl died in her threatening mouth, she would humor this Iba for a while. "Did you?" A smile flicked across her face, and she studied the humans passing by. "I doubt he was my father then, he has the tendency to feast on young flesh; human and Euclide children alike," she said with a glint of pride visible in her eyes.

"It is," she said simply, having heard stories of Paris. Too bad most of her mother's stories involved unchaste women and men left dead, their hearts ripped open. More often she wished to hear stories of her father, violence was what appealed to her.

To the snarling canine, Ibvaesu merely brought a bronze claw to her face, a smile on her face. "You would be wise not to pick a fight with a rank greater than your own," she said wickedly before continuing. "I was merely thinking of my own mother's...escapades to say the least."

She remained silent, thinking of how to go about teaching this Puppet--yes she could tell she was a Puppet, some lessons on ranks. If only she was old enough to tap into her mind! "My own mother was a Marionette," was all Ibvaesu said of her place. Despite slightly detesting her mother, she knew she was lovely, she would have to be after all.

ooc| Oh, and I'd like to excuse Ibvaesu's nasty behavior, but I've always wanted a meanie. X3

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Iba wasn't dumb, she knew when she was humored. So she would just be humored about being humored. Was it really that easy? "I know." She said before continueing. "Does he eat older Euclides?" She asked, surprise she was even curious.
don't you see? She's a cannibal's daughter! Get out of here if you know whats good for you.

But the little pup did not heid the warning. She had nothing else to say about Paris.

At the claw, Iba wanted to bite the wicked creature. I told you! She's gonna kill you GET OUT OF THERE![/b] the vioces yelled at her again. This was one of the times she wanted her brother, they always looked after each outher. Iba was furious at this...... thing, is how she put it mistreating her. She wanted to even cry, why was she a mere puppet when she had the smarts to be a Script Writer?

"Do you have any siblines?" she asked, her anger going down. With a flash of black and white, Iba jumped down from the crates. She would be wearey of this one.

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Ibvaesu pondered the question for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't believe so, only children," she said, not giving away her father's guilt on his perverse hunger. His dignity, at least, should be kept intact. "Why?" She couldn't help asking, not many broached the subject of young eating.

Ibvaesu watched the canine's voices rage inside of her with quiet amusement, a ghost of a smile fluttering across her face. She was always able to press just the right buttons, and this Puppet was no exception. But, best leave the games for later on, this could be becoming interesting.

"I do," she said and rolled her eyes. She hadn't seen them...well, for quite some time actually. She knew her sister was more of a tempter than she, but she knew very little of the other sibling, the male. "And I assume you have one as well?" She asked as the Puppet lept from the perch. Just as well, Ibvaesu liked her space, and especially when hungry, it would do well to give it to her.

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A loud snarl ripped through the air, two balls of fur darting back and forth, one more dominant than the other. The lithe marionette was glaring daggers down at the male who had his back bunched, ready to leap. "You're an idiot! Hold still..." She hissed, lunging forward and ending up with the smaller, grey mix in a headlock of a sort.

Shocked to see his sister in plain sight before him, his cheeks took a rosy hue. This was embarassing... he'd refused to allow the female use practice her 'lessons' on him, and so she was reverting to using the other side of her heritage... Which was even less pleasant. The Cannibal/Temptation mix bit on an ear and pulled until one paw smacked her sharply on the jaw. He managed to get above her and pin her shoulders, exposing the corner of her next.

A solid figure was suddenly against him, knocking him soaring through the air. Just as quickly as he'd hit the ground, a sharp pair of fangs were in his neck. "I don't advise that you attempt to hurt my daughter. She'll kill you as quick as I would... well, quicker actually, I rather like to enjoy my kills." He said simply, only inches from the small male who now quivered silently.

"Tarisibae, I think you'd do best to stick with your sister." He said, flicking an ear towards where he knew the bronzed form was standing. Everything in him wanted to just mangle the two siblings who had come across his daughters' paths, but he knew that it would cause harm to the only children which he would not kill. His own, but he had the urges, sometimes they were all just so much flesh... so much young flesh. With his... mate's careful watchings, however, he'd learned that controlling himself was an important thing.

"Mianjeru did you say before? Yeah, a pleasue." The young minx said, walking quickly by, and smirking at Ibvaesu. "You found the other one, huh? What are you two talking about?" Nudging her way into conversation, she didn't care less when Anje showed up behind his sister. "What are you doing here? They're crazy! And so is he." He whispered harshly, afraid to turn his head towards the large male who stood watching his children curiously. Rasenjin might not be much of a father, but he did know how to protect his offpsring.

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Ibvaesu lost interest in the canine the moment her ears caught the sound of the snarl. She leaped gracefully from the wine crate and rushed foreword toward the noise, already knowing who it must be.

Ah, she had been right, her sister. She always was more of a temptress than Ibvaesu, at least in her opinion. Still, she didn't mind her in the least. A chuckle escaped her throat as she saw the two...was that Iba's brother? It must be, they looked near identical, and here they were, fighting at her feet! What a coincidence, and a nice one at that.

Ibvaesu's heart surged with pride when she saw her father. Little would she admit to anyone else, but she always loved him and strived for his approval. Perhaps that was because she was so much like him? The answers were unclear, but the feelings only true. The urge to run toward him was strong, but she would act like no child in front of him. So, swallowing, she sauntered over, tail twitching.

"Hello father," she said lightly and glanced around. No sign of her mother, hopefully she wasn't doing something scandalous. Probably not, she had been doing well ever since she met the Cannibal male.

At the approach of her sister, Ibvaesu matched her smirk. "Yes I did," she said and laughed. "We were only discussing the importance of dominance." Her tone was light, but the undertone meaning was there. Hopefully her sister would understand.

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Iba also heard the snarl and ran with Ibvaesu. She saw her brother and she lit up. "brother!" she squealed and bounced over to him happily.

As her brother was swatted through the air Iba screamed. "hey!" She said and she ran towards them both. Surprisenly, she wasn't the least bit afraid. "I'm sure he wasn't trying to hurt her, they were playing." She siad trying to defend him.

She felt almost bad for Ibvaesu, she could sense she wanted to be like her father. "I was playing, by myself and she show'd up." she whispered to Anje. She started to like his ears. "I'm glad your here." She always felt more independant when he was around.

Over hearing Ibvaesu, Iba rolled her eyes to her brother but didn't let anyone else see it.