Who me? (Closed to Isi)

[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane Out and about in Russia, running along in nothing but a skimpy outfit in the snow laden lands, this is just what Ya Ya needed. She was back home and she never felt better. Laughing and twirling around she yelled ecstatically and just screamed random noises. She was home, home, home! She stopped dead where she was and sniffed, there was a heard of dear near, she felt herself grow a bit hungrier but she wasn't about to go hunt deer, she was too little for that. She settled for a little rabbit that was near her. She laughed as she stooped down and stalked the unsuspecting rabbit, allowing her animal senses to take over, scenting the hare as she crept along on her hands and feet, licking her lips as she got closer and closer. Finally she was just about on top of the thing before she pounced, grabbing hold of the shrieking animal and breaking its neck. "Lunch time!" she giggled in Russian s she tore open the things flesh, it was still warm from the life that once coursed through it. Smiling brightly she skinned the the poor thing, she couldn't stand the fur feel in her mouth, just before she tore into the flesh, feeling the hot blood pour down her skin and the searing meat slide down her throat. She couldn't help but moan in pleasure, she hadn't hunted in a very long time and she was hungry. It was a matter of minutes before the little bunny was gone and Svenya was cleaning herself off with the snow and her tongue, she was out in the wild with no one around her so what did it matter if she cleaned herself like a fox? She hummed gently as she cleaned herself, stripping right there and cleaning off her clothes in the snow, never mind the cold, she didn't care about it. (note: the song she's singing is All the pretty little horses) TAGGED:Victorya WORDS:317 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Viktorya Mihailov]

It was late in the human world. Viktorya was bored. She clung to a leyline, the nearest one available and headed towards a random destination. She landed boot first into white powder. It made her feet tingle. “Brr.” Viktorya muttered as she snapped her fingers and a fur coat appeared. She was instantly warm but it helped that she had a warming spell at hand. After she uttered a few words in Latin of course. The spell coated her body which glowed a bright white color until it faded into her skin.

“How boring!”

[/b] Viktorya muttered. She was annoyed that she was completely alone. She should have planned out her destination, brought herself to a busy city or small town where she could do some major damage. But here all Viktorya could do was set the forest on fire and hope that the white snow did not put it out. That did not sound fun. What was the point in doing damage and laughing at the terror when there was no one around? “Huff!”[/b] Viktorya muttered as she put her hands in her pockets.

It was then that Viktorya heard the familiar sounds of pleasure, moaning. Viktorya raised her eyebrow in surprise. She trekked through the snow leaving very small boot prints. Her heels were small and narrow; they got stuck in the ground with each step she took. Apparently the ground was not frozen. Ophelia leaned against a tree as she spied the familiar scent of blood. It was rather visible against the pure white of the snow. Had a virgin just been deflowered? Viktorya then spotted a girl who could almost match the snow. She was but a few shades darker, gray perhaps.

“What happened here?”[/b] Viktorya asked, her voice spoken in French. She had no idea where she was. But she would always go for French in case of the unknown. The French did enslave the world, right? Viktorya tried to think about mortal history. She had read until the 1600’s but had gotten no further. There were so many things to do, potions and curses to twist that she simply had no time or will. Mortals were dreadfully boring. That was why they needed demons to spice up their lives. She glanced at the females nude body, clothes scattered to the ground. She was a fine woman naked with an attractive body. Her eyes skirted around for any signs of other mortals. Specifically, men.

Usually when Viktorya spotted other women she killed the competition instantly. And then she had delightful sex with their male companion, killing him after a while, while of course climaxing with pleasure. Perhaps the only thing that stopped Viktorya from killing the woman was that there were no males around. She crossed her arms as she waited for an explanation. Her eyes glanced to the blood and then she noticed what appeared to be some cloth. Was it human skin? Viktorya raised her eyebrow in shock. Had this woman, this, Viktorya sniffed the air, were, had this were had sex and then killed the male? Viktorya sniffed the air again, it did not smell like sex. It just smelt like were.

Finally Viktorya looked away from the nude female’s body. She knew that it was considered rude to look upon another person’s naked sex. Though it was more immoral to be nude in the first place. Viktorya bent down and scooped up a tiny splatter of the blood that was a few feet away. It was just a single drop, a small single drop. Viktorya placed the single drop of blood and snow in her mouth. A normal human would have worried about the many diseases that could be transferred but as a demon, Viktorya didn’t need to worry about human things. “Tastes like….”[/b]

*CLOTHES*

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[Svenya Sterling]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/bg22.png,true] I'm not insane I'm not insane I feel insane Ya Ya kept cleaning herself off, she was a bit o.c.d about this stuff, when she heard the crunch of the snow not belonging to an animal. No animal foot made that much of a crunch on the ground. Before she knew it there was another humanoid by her. She asked something but she didn't exactly care what she was saying, she was here, looking at her nude and she wasn't exactly being polite about it. The red haired woman was even speaking to her in French. She didn't speak french, nor did she have the desire to speak French when she was in Russia. "I was hunting" she responded in Russian, dropping the snow and pushing back her snowy bangs. She was close to her home terra, maybe if she ran fast enough she could out run this new female, she wasn't exactly fast looking. She was pompous though, crossing her fur clad arms and acting like she owned the forest. Ya Ya did not usually permit this kind of action around her since she was an alpha and she demanded respect, but this red woman did not seem to know, maybe she was human. Ya Ya sniffed the air lightly, no not human, what would give off that type of scent and yet not know the world of a pack? She didn't like it at all. Already on edge with adrenaline flowing through her system Ya Ya went into full on cautionary defense. She allowed her nails to sharpen into claws, her K9s to sharpen into fangs and her body to buzz with the expectation of a fight. The woman just sniffed the air as if expecting something from Ya Ya or something. Ya Ya just stood there, looking at her clothes slightly then back at the woman, keeping her eyes on her as she bent down and put her clothing back on, one wet piece at a time so she could keep her eyes on the red woman. She brushed herself off slightly, making sure the excess snow was off her clothing before watching the woman again. She was tasting some blood that had gotten all the way over by her some how. Svenya must have been in more of a feeding frenzy than she thought she had been. The woman spoke again and left Ya Ya confused for the second time, what did she think the French took over the world with Napoleon or something? That short little thing couldn't get past the packs even if he tried to. Svenya watched the creature with mild interest. What the hell was she asking, if Ya Ya even wanted to know. Sighing mentally to herself she pushed back her hair yet again and looked the crimson creature in the eye. "Its a rabbit" she said in Russian yet again, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of trying to say anything in any other language than Russian. Let her adapt to Svenya, make her work for it. TAGGED:Victorya WORDS:500 OUTFIT:CLICK THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION.

[Viktorya Mihailov]

“You were hunting without any hunting tools?”

[/b] Viktorya replied in French. She knew Russian, she knew Russia well. Well, well. She was in the Soviet Union, or as it was called since the last time she visited, Russia. She was still speaking French because she did not see any point in communicating the same language as the woman. It would be more fun to pretend that she could not speak Russian. Maybe she should switch to English now. Though of course English was a very common language, most Russian’s knew English or were learning it.

Viktorya watched as the Russian woman began to go fox-ish. Her unmanicured nails turned into sharp claws. Her teeth turned into fox like meat ripping tools. Viktorya opened her mouth and looked shocked. Shocked enough to faint almost. She put up her arms as if to defend herself. “Daemon! Daemon. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t kill me daemon. Please daemon. Please daemon leave me be. Do not hurt me Daemon.”[/b] Viktorya said in French, making sure to say daemon several times. The word was universal and nearly the same in Russian as in French. In coincidentally she said it six times. It was comical almost that she was trying to pretend to be fearful of this little fox.

As the blonde glared at Viktorya defensively while she dressed, slowly, never blinking and never looking away Viktorya did the same. She picked up her staff, with the crescent moon as the handle and looked like she would be prepared to use it if the were-fox girl came closer to her. What would this were-fox do now that she had revealed herself? Viktorya knew that it could not go on. The girl would have to kill her. This would be fun! Viktorya always did jump the leylines in the most interesting of places! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size]

[Svenya Sterling]

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Again with the french! Ya Ya knew a fair amount of French but she had no desire to speak the language in her native lands. She just watched the red woman, repressing the urge to hiss at her and just start running away. This red woman was acting as if she was a human and yet she smelled and looked nothing like a human should. For one those heels, what Russian, immortal or not, would have the sense to wear stilettos in the forest? Ya Ya even wore some type of boots when she was out here in the middle of winter. She narrowed her eyes and didn't answer the red woman's question, it was beyond her patience to speak like that to a woman like her. The woman seemed to be shocked when she changed, giving a look of horror when she was finished, calling her a Daemon and begging her to not kill her and leave her be. Svenya hissed at her in annoyance, why would a non human beg her to leave her be? Ya Ya wasn't as strong as some of those out there so she didn't exactly encounter begging all the time, nor did she always expect a human to be just sitting there begging her to spare her. What the hell was wrong with this woman? Before she knew it she was growling in annoyance and pushing back her hair. "You know as well as I that you are not a human so you might as well stop acting like one, red witch." she heard herself hiss out in French, she wasn't planning on calling the woman a red witch, but how else could you explain her sudden appearance when Ya Ya would've heard her a mile off in those boots. She was getting more and more annoyed by the minute at this woman as she kept up the human act, holding a staff in front of her to "protect" herself from Ya Ya, as if Ya Ya would do anything to this little liar. "Humans haven't carried those around for centuries, how do you pass for a human like that?" she spat out in french again, adding a growl of annoyance to her words. If you're going to pose as a human do it well for god's sake! It's not hard to pass as a human in this day and age, there were all sorts of crazies out there.

Stealing, stealing, stealing me away

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[Viktorya Mihailov]

“Red witch.” Viktorya said in Russian. If the woman was going to speak French then Viktorya was going to speak Russian. “I thought I liked the sound of it at first, but, I really don’t like it. Doesn’t it make me sound hairy with moles coming from here to whazamazoo?” The demon spoke as she put her staff back down into the snow. She closed her eyes and then opened them. Of course a little fox would realize that she did not smell at all like a mortal. “I really ought to bottle a perfume.” Viktorya muttered under her breath.

“Humans haven’t carried around what for centuries?” Viktorya asked as she looked at her staff. She took a step closer to the little fox but only because she wanted to see the little fox inch backwards. “I find the staff adds a little flair to any outfit. Don’t you think?” Viktorya did a modelesque pose. She was so full of herself! “What gave me away?” she asked. “Well, besides that little fox nose of yours!” Viktorya’s heels sunk into the ground. They were rather sharp as she took her little steps. She was annoyed by the heels and debated changing them into something more suitable for the weather. The downside of traveling by leylines.