Destiny and Chiucken Wings? (Anastasia/OPEN)

[Destiny Mendoza]

Destiny through another meatless chicken wing into the large pile of exactly twenty-five spicy chicken wings with the meat stripped from the bone! Destiny was an eating machine at this point only fifteen more wings to go! She had to finish exactly forty wings without throwing up, passing out, or stopping. But that was fine with Destiny she hasn’t eaten anything all day and boy was she hungry.

Destiny looks like most Mexicans. She has soft toned skin, long, wavy, soft as silk, black hair, and deep dark brown eyes. Her face is really pretty with her hair and eyes. Her body is really fit and really curvy, basically meaning she has really nice sized boobs and a good sized ass (xD). But her body still has a bit of baby fat here and there, because her pregnancy ended.

She was dressed a bit different today. She had a dirty, baggy, white tee and a bit baggy blue jeans on. But she still had her red Jordan on with black laces. Destiny was the only the second person in the contest with a big fat guy named Joe who wasn’t anywhere near to where Destiny was.

Destiny had only one chicken wing left, and she finished it off within seconds! And she was now the winner! The judge came over and raised up Destiny’s arm!

“Woot!” destiny hollered. The crowd cheered and laughed that Destiny, a Mexican girl had won a eating contest.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

a world she can't rise above

hard to see the pain behind the mask

Anastasia sighed quietly to herself, shifting the paper bag in her grasp. It was full of meat wrapped in that heavy duty-paper, but she could still smell the tantalizing raw meat as it sat in the bag. It tickled her nose and made her mouth water unbearably so. The beast inside her squirmed and writhed, demanding that she just take a small morsel, but the meat was for the pack of hyenas she had at home, not for her. She’d paid an arm and leg—not that she didn’t have the money—for this much meat, so she couldn’t waste it when she just knew the raw meat would make her throw it up later. . . she liked her meat cooked.

As per usual, a rave flew high in the air, gently floating on the thermals and keeping a keen eye on the short blonde girl. It was easy to spot those wavy blonde locks from the air, and someone so short was kind of hard to keep track of, so it had to keep circling back to make sure he had the right girl, or he’d swoop down and land on a street lamp and keep an eye on her. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she chose a short cut through the red light district, but in the middle of the day the Novosi raven decided that it probably wasn’t too shady or dangerous for the cute blonde.

Another scent caught her attention and Anastasia turned around, the scent distinctly recognizable as spicy, and it made her nose crinkle, but she wanted to know what was going on. Deciding she had time to spare, she shifted her direction to follow the scent—and the beast tucked away inside her probably helped quite a lot in deciding whether or not to go—and found herself watching an eating contest. Her violet-red eyes scanned the participant and was slightly surprised to see a woman in the fray, but hey. . . more power to her. She wondered briefly if there was a prize for all of this or something, but she couldn’t see any signs that explained any of it.

She waited until the end, and only when other people started to leave did she turn to walk away as well, shifting her hold on the bag. It was like as heavy as she was! She was having a little bit of trouble walking. For a few minutes she had been find with it, but now her muscles were screaming and demanding a rest. She sighed and found a nice bench and sat down the meat, sitting next to it, running her fingers through her golden locks.

Notes: rawr