obliviousally_lj

Just something from a little RP session on Taps with TJ today. Whee! Angry!

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Des:
Just out of the corner of your sight stands what could just barely pass for a black panther. The female is thin, pratically malnourished. Her ribs can be seen through the sheen of her black fur, and her hip bones are just as pronounced. Her inky black hair lays just around her shoulders, it's straight with just a little bit of bangs around her bright green eyes.
And then there's her face, one that can't easily be forgotten. Over her right eye appears to be three deep claw wounds. They never healed quite right and now the flesh underneath can be seen contrasting against the black shade of her body. Her lips appears to be...stitched shut. More than likely done by herself. She still manages to speak however, with little to no pain. Seems she's gotten used to the stitches.
Her body has no other distinguishing marks, aside from a patch of maroon red fur (or flesh, depending on how you look at it) on her upper right arm. Her fingers end in short, sharp black claws. She wears no clothes, but she's not exactly something one would want to gawk at.
She is quite creepy indeed. She moves like she's floating most of the time, shadow tendrils constanting wrapping and encasing her form.
Image: http://fallenangel.furtopia.org/ART/2004/AR-ref_destiny01c.gif

Spazz:
A teenage snow leopard with a lanky build. He's of average height, about 5'5"-5'6", but doesn't seem to weigh more than 120 pounds soaking wet. He's got the standard snow leopard fur, white and fluffy, but instead of having grey spots all of his have been dyed UV reactive neon colors. His hair, normally blond but instead dyed every color under the rainbow now, is set in hundreds of two inch spikes all over his head. They're hard to the touch, the tips like tiny needles. There's a piercing through his right eyebrow, a titanium bar tipped on both ends with green UV, black light responsive balls. His eyes are a bright shade of blue, hidden behind a pair of oval shaped rose tinted sunglasses. Another piercing goes through the lobe of his left ear, a hoop made of neon blue plastic. Around his neck is a ball chain necklace with a purple mini glowstick hanging from it.
His clothing looks like he still needs to grow into it, as it's all several times too big for him. He wears a tight black wifebeater, and over top of that he wears an oversized button up club shirt, grey in color and covered in airbrushed neon leopard spots. His pants are a pair of Macgears, neon orange in color with neon red piping on the seams, and tons of pockets and straps decorating the legs. They look to be several inches too big for him, but they don't sag down around his hips as is the 'popular' style these days. Instead they're held up by a silver belt covered in green celestial shapes. There's even a hole cut out of the back to allow his 3 foot long tail to swish around behind him. He lacks shoes, going barepaw'd instead.

Spazz quietly slinks under his bench. He's not here. Nope.

Des raises an eyebrow at Spazz.

Spazz crouches down. Still not here. Nope. Not at all.

Spazz's ears fold back a bit, but he doesn't move from his 'hiding' spot.

Des frowns, making her way over to where the rainbow snowleopard is trying to hide at.

Spazz puffs up, his fur standing on end and actually making him look like he's got some weight on his bones. He scoots backwards and away from the approaching creepycat.

Des follows Spazz slowly, she's in no hurry. She knows she can catch him. One way or another. "Now, now. Where do you think you're going?"

Spazz narrows his eyes as he leaps out from under the bench, placing it between himself and Des. "Aw man, why you gotta be bothering me all the time?!" he snaps in his New Yorkian accent.

Des smiles at Spazz, the shadows around her flicking out at the bench. "Is it so bad for me to be worried? To check in on you from time to time?" She says softly, almost sweetly, but her form betrays her. Her eyes flash and she clamps her paws down on the back of the bench in front of her. "Especially when you've been fucking MIA for the last six months!" She snarls, baring her fangs at the snow leopard.

Kirei_Kijo ooohs listening to the conversation, and pulls out a black cloak and a Scythe, and taunts Spazz. "I'm gonna get youuuu!" she says in her creepiest "grim reaper" voice

Spazz's ears flatten themselves against the leopard's head as he quickly backpedals away from Des as fast as he can manage. "MIA?" he replies, trying not to stutter in the process. "I wasn't MIA, I was out scoutin'!" He's still going backwards as he speaks...that is, until he hits the unmoving form of a tree trunk behind him. Kirei_Kijo's comment is ignored. Seems he's got bigger problems on his hands right now.

Des smirks at Kirei, a scythe would go well with her.

Des frowns again, calmly walking around the bench. The black tendrils around seem to have multiplied, rising off her arms and legs now. "Oh, Spazz, Spazz, Spazz." She shakes her head, chuckling a little bit. "'Out scouting'..." She pauses, "Does NOT consist of holing up at Faith's place like some SCARED fucking little rat!

Spazz gives Kirei_Kijo one of those 'oh man, another loon' type of looks, ignoring the crazy girl for now. His eyes lock in on Des, flicking to the appearing tendrils as well, as he presses himself against the trunk. Crud. This just isn't his day. "I wouldn't have to do that if you weren't such a psycho bitch!" he yells back, almost instantly regretting the words. The neon cat turns and starts to run off. He knows better than to stick around in close proximity.

Des smiles to Kirei before snapping her head back to Spazz. She allows him to finish his sentence and even get a head start before the tendrils surrounding her whip out after him. Once they get far enough away the thin strands snap and they almost...reform into another creature. It's black, dimming the light around its body. It appears to have spikes and move on all fours. Atop what looks like its head is a strange skull. It digs its long claws into the dirt and makes a bad dash for the poor rainbow leopard.

Spazz glances back, and if it were possible, the cat almost seems to pale a bit. He goes racing for the nearest tree, scaling it and perching himself on the highest branch he can find that will support his weight. Curling his tail up out of the way he peers down at the creature, swearing at it and throwing branches.
Snowball wags tail and murrmurrs, leening back agenst the bench agen..

Des watches silently as the creature and the cat have a stand off. The creature snaps its bony jaws as Spazz skitters up the tree, rearing onto its hind legs to swipe at him. It leave deep gashes in the tree trunk as it scrabbles at the bark. It may be creepy, but no one said it could climb vertically. But, it has ways around that. More tendrils rise off of the creature's body, curling around the tree and making their way up to the leopard. He can only climb so high, after all.

Spazz blinks, his fur puffing out even more. He growls a bit, then decides to do what he does best. Something stupid. Leaping down from the branch he goes to land on the creature's back, just out of reach of its jaws.

Des frowns at the stupid leopard. But the creature just looks confused and angry. It turns its head, trying to snap at Spazz. The tendrils, however, take advantage of the cat's stupid plan and begin to wrap around him.
Snuh erks as he's somewhat scared by the goings on with the tendrils, and creeped out further to find it's turning him on.

Spazz tries his best to ignore the tentacles. He's got other plans. Opening his muzzle a bit, the feline's fangs extend as he lunges for the creature's neck...area. Good enough. He bites down as hard as he can while using one hand to swipe at the damned grabby shadowbits.

Des raises an eyebrow at Spazz. The creature rears back, more angry than anything else at the bite. When it lands back on all fours it seems to puff up before simply dissapating into thin air, leaving Spazz with a good lock on a whole lot of nothing. Destiny takes this moment to make her way over to him, the tenrdils around her whipping about in a very aggravated manner.

Spazz gahs as he hits the ground, not really expecting that little trick. He's disoriented for a moment as he pushes himself up onto his feet, checking to make sure he's not damaged in any major way. "Showed that fuckin' thing," he says to himself.

Des shakes her head, she sure picked a winner. The tendrils from her body whip out, grabbing Spazz's arms and neck as she moves in closer. "So, what HAVE you been doing these last months, my dear?"

Spazz urks, struggling a bit, but eventually stopping as he knows it's of little use. "Hiding from your crazy ass," he spits back, elongated fangs bared at the other feline.

Des sighs, she's quite good at sounding like she's sympathetic. Like she doesn't want to rip the boy limb from limb. "You seem to forget that I CAN find you. It doesn't matter where you go or who's wing you're hiding under, I have eyes everywhere." She growls, narrowing her eyes at Spazz. "Now, do we do this the easy way or MY way." She hisses, tightening the shadow tendrils on Spazz.

Spazz hisses sharply. "What the hell do you want from me, anyhow? Can't you just go out and make another little slave for whatever the fuck crazy plans you've got goin' on?"

Des tightens the tendrils some more, maybe it'll get him to shut his stupid mouth. "Shut. Up." She growls, glaring at Spazz. "You are lucky you're not a complete fucking slave. I can change that." She says, baring her fangs but not elaborating any further.

Spazz gurks, his tail lashing from side to side in a most displeased manner. His eyes narrow behind the rose-tinted lenses he wears, but he doesn't reply. Instead, he just spits at Des' face.

Des snarls as Spazz spits at her. It's not being spit on that pisses her off, it's the fact that the cat had the nerve to do so. The tendrils snap away from his neck and the ones on his arms pull him closer. And then she LATCHES down on the leopard's neck.

Spazz lets out a low, angry yowl. Luckily he doesn't need to breath, but it still hurts. A lot. He kicks out at Des with a footpaw, extending his sharp claws as he aims for the female's shins.

Des holds her ground at the kick, her leg only almost buckling. She makes sure to draw the feeding out, she's not getting any nourishment off of it, so she might as well get something out of it. She bites down quite hard after awhile and then pulls away, shoving the cat backwards. "You taste like shit." She growls, wiping at her mouth and pulling away a few snapped threads. She growls as she looks at them before tossing them to the ground. "What the fuck have you beed feeding off of? Guttersluts?" Ah, beautiful language for a beautiful creature.

Spazz staggers a bit with the shove, but he's a lot more agile than he appears to be. Thank goodness for catlike grace. He rubs the side of his neck, feeling the puncture wounds that remain, the fur around it now a deep shade of red. "Fuck you," he snarls, taking a step back from the crazy female, rummaging around in his pocket for something. He pulls out a zippo lighter and flicks it on, flinching back from the flames though, but they're away from him right after as he tosses the lighter towards Des.

Des smirks a bit, before she sees the lighter. Her eyes widen, but wether it's fear or suprise isn't obvious. When the lit zippo is thrown towards her she almost...folds in on herself. The shadows overtaking her as she inky mass rushes backwards and away from the flames.

Spazz smirks a bit, though he's still wary of the panther. His victory won't last for that long, he's sure of it. Quickly rushing forward to reclaim his lighter he then zips back, putting another bench between himself and Des.

Des doesn't seem to be coming back for Spazz. The shadow finds a nice, dark place to reform at. She frowns, brushing herself off a bit.

Spazz:puffs his fur out a bit, then sprints off once the oppertunity presents itself. Better safe than sorry.
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