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Kikole: Vixen Princess
Chapter One
Part One
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Snow. White and pure, like innocence brought into the world by a newborn child. It seems so out of place in these times of darkness and war, full of murder, loss, and hatred. But yet... It seems so fitting. Blanketing the earth, disguising familiar things, cold, and forever vast.
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She held out her clawed hand to the blizzard out in the open space above her burrow. Her fox-like ears picked up movement in the bushes to the left of her, small and weak. An injured fawn, perhaps... It would do perfectly. She opened her eyes as her twin fox-like tails swayed as she readied herself for the leap... She took in the smell of the blood. The poor thing stumbled in front of her den, surely it would sense the predator waiting for it nearby... It wailed feebly as it's big eyes searched the forest around it. The fox-girl's ears shifted back against her head, and she aimed her claws at it's soft sides, sinking her fangs into the throat. The struggling stopped nearly instantly as the blood splattered across the snow and onto the fox-girl's face and hands. Her sharp senses picked up another sound behind her.... Like a sword being unsheathed.
A growl issued from her throat as she reached for her own sword, and blocked the attacker's blow. "Die, Demon!!!!" A man's voice echoed around her. Her gaze became hard. "My name is Kikole..." She growled, and leapt at the attacker. Her razor-like claws clicked as she scraped them along a tree, deep gashes taking the place of bark where she touched. Her ears were pinned back, and her golden eyes were ablaze with rage... A feral roar escaped her as she ripped through his throat. Blood again splattered among the snow and trees, staining her pure white kimono with scarlet.
Once she calmed down and got her wits about her, she looked around. The snow was dirty with blood and chunks of flesh... Her golden eyes widened in horror... She had to move fast, away from here... Away from the carnage...
Her mind raced as she looked around, her ears twitching as the sound of hoofbeats grew near... So they had heard her victim's cries... She growled, her ears flat back, and her twin tails swishing. "Let them come..." She thought to herself, her fangs already pulsing for more blood. The first horseman would be an unlucky one... He was ahead of the three others... Foolish humans... Only sending four horsemen to be rid of a demon as powerful as she...
She sank into the bushes once she caught wind of the first horse. Within moments he passed by... She leapt out of her hiding spot, her claws slashing the horse's jugular, and it fell to the ground with a high-pitched squeal. The rider was now on the ground, mortified by the overwhelming aura of a demon protecting her territory... The air around him thickened, making it hard to breathe... Mind tricks of a demon. Then he saw her... The soft, femme lines of her perfect body, curvy and slim, though resonating with unearthly power. A black tattoo on the right side of her neck marked her- She was royalty, and belonged to the Blood Tribe... She feasted on the blood of humans... Much like a vampire, though hundreds of times more dangerous... She lifted a hand as she knelt in front of his body, which was paralyzed with fear. He felt heat, hot enough to burn, scorch his skin... Though the snow was around him. Agony washed over him as his very blood began to boil, grotesque boils forming under his skin, bubbling up as the superheated blood tried to find a way out of his body that would not stretch to accomodate the force of the heat...
Kikole watched with a smirk on her face as the heated blood began to seep out of his pores, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears... His screams became more frantic, gurgled by the blood pouring out from him... Then they ceased. His drained body lie before her, and she grinned wickedly. She strung his drained body up to the tree beside her, and crouched again into the cover of the underbrush. The other three horsemen were near, hearing the screams of their captain had made them wary, and they stayed close to one another...
An evil smile crossed her face.
 Captain Darkwing · Sat Jul 25, 2009 @ 01:09am · 0 Comments |
