04-04-2022, 12:52 AM
I WANNA BE NOTICED TOO!
kold — female — Pitt — Newblood — Hard — Bio
//tw for semi-explicit gore + Post Meeting
If she was going to die, she wanted to die as a Pittian, not as a paleblood. It was what rang through her head as she started for the desert, broken bodied but well working in spirit. She remembered the last two times she did this, when she was younger and spry. She wanted to survive, but there was very little chance for that.
The desert made the decay worse. Flesh fell off quicker, in chunks and patches of fur. Agonized breathing filled the air as she continued, darkness covering the sky. This went on for several days, too long for an actual blooding. She knew what was happening. She was dying.
But as she ate a rabbit carcass, she felt vigor in her system. Suddenly a little more alive. Her fire felt hotter, electricity felt stronger. She felt alive. Now, she just needed a bone. As the eighth day came up, she started back for the pitt's main base. But the snarl that rang from behind her made her stop. Turning to stare, she found she was staring at a rottwieler, their dark fur glistening in the dawn. Her heart skipped a beat. They looked like her mother.
The other had descended with a fury she could not match, their teeth tearing into weak flesh and brittle bone. Kold, with nerves failing and body breaking, simply crumbled. And while the body would die, her soul, so determined to crawl out of a grave, would not. As her body lay bloodied and beaten, black rot and orange liquid splattering the ground, her soul stepped out of the body at the last second. She didn't feel the pain of her spine crunching under the rottie's jaws, but she stared as they ripped it out.
Anger was the first thing to bubble in her. Red, hot anger. She was just about to go home, to have her feast and be happy to die there. But no. This motherfucker had to kill her body. They had to stop her. Stop her from seeing her friends and family. Though she thought nothing would happen, she ran into the Rottweiler. And suddenly, she was warm. Alive. Alive.
She looked at herself. No. She would not look like this. Willing the changes she wanted, the body shifted. Wings sprouted from her back, and though blood seeped from it, black and oily, she was pleased. Horns grew from her head, longer and more curved than her original ones. The fur became lighter and lighter until the main color was white and her underfur was cream. Her eyes became pitch black, like black holes absorbing light. A patch of dark purple fur formed on the right side of her face, until it almost covered half. The familiar black paw made an appearance, and finally, she was pleased.
She moved fluidly like she oh-so wanted to do before, to her old body. "You did your best. And you know what?" She placed a paw on the body's head, and ripped away from the neck and body, inwardly gagging at how easy it was and how rotting flesh fell away. And then she tore at the head, ripping flesh away until all that was left was scarred bone. She would take the tooth out at the Plaza.
It was nearing dusk when she finally arrived at the Plaza. Her new body was invigorating. It moved with a freedom she hadn't felt in a while. "I'm finally back." She spoke clearly, then placed her old skull down on the ground. She wasn't quite sure what to expect, really. She could only hope someone could recognize her.
If she was going to die, she wanted to die as a Pittian, not as a paleblood. It was what rang through her head as she started for the desert, broken bodied but well working in spirit. She remembered the last two times she did this, when she was younger and spry. She wanted to survive, but there was very little chance for that.
The desert made the decay worse. Flesh fell off quicker, in chunks and patches of fur. Agonized breathing filled the air as she continued, darkness covering the sky. This went on for several days, too long for an actual blooding. She knew what was happening. She was dying.
But as she ate a rabbit carcass, she felt vigor in her system. Suddenly a little more alive. Her fire felt hotter, electricity felt stronger. She felt alive. Now, she just needed a bone. As the eighth day came up, she started back for the pitt's main base. But the snarl that rang from behind her made her stop. Turning to stare, she found she was staring at a rottwieler, their dark fur glistening in the dawn. Her heart skipped a beat. They looked like her mother.
The other had descended with a fury she could not match, their teeth tearing into weak flesh and brittle bone. Kold, with nerves failing and body breaking, simply crumbled. And while the body would die, her soul, so determined to crawl out of a grave, would not. As her body lay bloodied and beaten, black rot and orange liquid splattering the ground, her soul stepped out of the body at the last second. She didn't feel the pain of her spine crunching under the rottie's jaws, but she stared as they ripped it out.
Anger was the first thing to bubble in her. Red, hot anger. She was just about to go home, to have her feast and be happy to die there. But no. This motherfucker had to kill her body. They had to stop her. Stop her from seeing her friends and family. Though she thought nothing would happen, she ran into the Rottweiler. And suddenly, she was warm. Alive. Alive.
She looked at herself. No. She would not look like this. Willing the changes she wanted, the body shifted. Wings sprouted from her back, and though blood seeped from it, black and oily, she was pleased. Horns grew from her head, longer and more curved than her original ones. The fur became lighter and lighter until the main color was white and her underfur was cream. Her eyes became pitch black, like black holes absorbing light. A patch of dark purple fur formed on the right side of her face, until it almost covered half. The familiar black paw made an appearance, and finally, she was pleased.
She moved fluidly like she oh-so wanted to do before, to her old body. "You did your best. And you know what?" She placed a paw on the body's head, and ripped away from the neck and body, inwardly gagging at how easy it was and how rotting flesh fell away. And then she tore at the head, ripping flesh away until all that was left was scarred bone. She would take the tooth out at the Plaza.
It was nearing dusk when she finally arrived at the Plaza. Her new body was invigorating. It moved with a freedom she hadn't felt in a while. "I'm finally back." She spoke clearly, then placed her old skull down on the ground. She wasn't quite sure what to expect, really. She could only hope someone could recognize her.
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KOLD DARCIA DI ANGELO
[glow=#000,2,300]KOLD — FEMALE — WOLF/ROTTWEILER — THE PITT — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]
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