New smells, new fears

[DXL]

'I can smell it. It's around here somewhere...' Using her strong sense of smell to her full extent, Ibakaera tried in vain to find what Jirikae has lost... his sense of direction.

'I really hate to burst your bubble,' (Actually Jirikae led them around in circles until they were lost in order to torment Ibakaera), 'but I think we passed by here before...' Trying not to grin maliciously behind his green mask at the way she seemed to puzzle over this.

But she was not puzzling over their predicament. Actually she was toying with Jirikae too. She was purposely following someone else's trail, she was looking for blood. And she began to realize that someone was trailing them.

'Don't look now but I think we have a snake on our trail.' Purposefully using Jirikae's fear to her advantage, Ibakaera hid as Jirikae took on a defensive position.

Fear reaching into his chest and gripping his heart as he prepared to lunge at whatever or whoever appeared before him. Ibakaera watched with great interest. If Jiri wins or loses either way she may get her first real taste of blood.

((ooc) Ok I know this is very bad, but I"m new to this RP stuff so don't kill me. I'm trying...lol)

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And, whatching from the shadows was a snake. Not literally. But long and trickorous as one none the less. So, he had been hanging out with a little blood pup? Well, she sometimes hanged out with a paranoid mix so she had nothing to say. Steadily, her long white form started to get closer and more easy to define something was there. She meaned it like this, she wanted some action as she was growing bored.

Ah, already she liked his new company, using his terror against him. She wasn't afraid of her terror theme as he was, no, she likes to jab at those that don't want anything to do with christianity. Before she kills her victims, she would always tell them of, well the opposite of heaven and told them were they were going because they didn't have faith. Just to see them swirm, it was a good feeling.

"Whats wrong lil bro? Don't reconize me?" she siad predicting he would lunge before he even saw her form. Small as the little Mustildae was, she could pack a punch and he better know that.

(Don't worry, your doing fine. Also, could you tell me her name? I'm using a different computer and can't even see my own website!)

[Kitty Love]

Where there was blood, there was generally a victim, but the young blood canine would be hard pressed to find a meal anywhere near here, for the blood belonged not to the young Pandemonium, but to his latest victim and it dripped from his horns, muzzle and claws. The young humans death has been slow and torturous, all a game to Lokijivair. Loki, however, was presently sitting in a nice hiding spot cleaning his greyscale pelt when voices drifted to his velvet lined auditories.

slowly he rose up onto all four paws, tilting his toes up a bit to keep unretractable claws from clicking, making him gait odd and uneven, not his usual grace, but he was silent. He did not wish his presence to be known, yet, and thus keeping hidden was important, and that's exactly what he did, hiding himself on the side of a building, blank visionaries eying the little mixed group of about his age, that characteristic smirk appearing upon his muzzle, perhaps he'd find some fun this eve.