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 Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:47 pm
 The little creature shivered, trying its hardest to flatten against the large rock behind it. The Hollow advanced on it, large sharp teeth bared in a menacing grin that sent shivers down the spine of the rabbit. Frozen in fear, with nowhere to turn and run, it knew it was going to die. The Hollow had proven quick and caught the rabbit by the tail a few times already. Now breathless, its stamina was almost gone. Along with its time.
Eos growled, licking her lips once before lunging at the creature. With a squeak of terror, it ducked as the jaws of the predator came inches from an ear. "Lucky you, I'm already full," the Hollow breathed in its ear. Suddenly finding its courage, the rabbit let out another squeak and pounced off down the forest to get as far away from Eos as possible. With a chuckle, the female turned her back on the rock. That didn't quite satisfy her. She wanted someone else to play with.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 7:59 pm
 "Not right, not right," came a breathy voice, like whispering wind. Another twisted addict, male, seemed to separate from the shadows. Saliva dripped from his jaws, an usual acrid green.
"Not nearly enough," he said, voice just as whispery as when he'd first spoken. "More screams. More." It wasn't apparently when he was fully aware of the prescence of the female Hollow or not.((Ever heard a rabbit scream? They can sound like ladies in a horror movie >.> ))
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 8:55 am
One paw ready to take another step forward, Eos stopped in her tracks at the silent voice. Like someone who had a throat cold for a very long time and learned not to be loud. Even before she turned her head to look at the other, she knew there was something not right about him. Just by what he said. No normal Hollow would say something like that.
A grin edged the corners of the female's mouth. Another Addict. Fancy meeting another one. Only about one in 30 Hollows might be an Addict. And a Twisted one, at that. Probably more rare than any of the others. By the words that came out of his mouth, this made Eos a little excited. Fun would be had with this one. She was sure of it.
Turning on her heel, she regarded the other with her pupil-less Twisted eyes. The chord on her forehead glowed faintly with the light that almost emitted from it. "I am sorry," she responded, circling to his side with her head down. "If I had known you were there, I would have...Amped it up a bit. I don't deal with screams, personally." Judging by the green liquid oozing out of his mouth, this one might actually be more insane then she was.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 11:13 am
The male slowly moved his head back and forth, like a blind predator listening for his prey to make that one move that would spell their end. Those solid, blood-red eyes appeared to see, and yet not see. It was like he still wasn't aware of the female.
"Come on out little one. I won't hurt you, I just wanna hear you screammmm." He drew the last word out like an exhale of breath. His jaws, already slightly open like how more of his kind were, slowly opened a little wider. Green threads connected top and bottom teeth, and still oozed a little from his mouth.
Suddenly he whirled around, directly facing the female. "You. You look like you have a nice scream. Give Phrixos a pretty scream." He chuckled. With such a whispery voice it was a quiet chuckle, but by no means was it pleasant! Metal grating on metal was like a chorus sung by angels compared to the male's horrid laugh.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:26 pm
Barely even flicking an ear, the female Addict continued to regard the male with interest. Oh, yes. He was more insane than she was. Controlled more by his addiction. He didn't even really seem to recognize what she was. Not that it would matter. At least not to a Twisted. She knew it never mattered to her who or what someone was, so long as she got what she wanted.
"You want screams, do you?" she whispered just as silently as him. "I'm not sure how well this old girl can scream." Sitting back on her hind legs, Eos licked her lips, threw back her head, and howled. Or it was a normal howl at first. After a few seconds of the deep, melodious call, it changed to a high pitched screech. She did not mind obliging the other. In a way, it was fun for her. But she wouldn't scream. Not for anyone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2010 2:59 pm
The male's blood-eyes seemed almost sane as he sat, hunched over, listening to the female's howl. It didn't quite satisfy him, but as it grew more high pitch it sounded much sweeter to him. Screams of terror were his absolute favorite, but he took what he got.
At some point he actually threw back his head and his mouth contorted as though he were howling as well. Even if it were completely silent in the area all that would have been heard was a gargled rasp, like dumping rustly nails into an equally rusty can.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:17 am
With the strange, customized howl dying on the female's lips, she lowered her head once again to stare at the other Twisted. With a wicked grin crossing her mouth, she titled her head, waiting for a comment. She didn't really care if it was good enough for him or not. She didn't mind giving someone one of her howls. They were rather fun to do, sometimes. She never heard another wolf who howled like she did. Gave everyone a chance to hide when they heard it closer to them than they liked.
Getting up, Eos circled the male once more, wondering if he yet saw what was in front of him this time. A shred of sanity had touched his eyes for a moment. Not wanting to speak and break the magic of the moment, she waited for him to make the first move.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:25 am
The male's gargled rasp slowly died. Not from lack of air, but from too much strain on already worn vocal cords. He didn't seem to notice, or care, though. Until his lungs ran out of air he didn't break off his howl.
The twisted addict seemed more aware now, as his head came back down and his body hunched once more. You could even see it in his eyes, that little gleam in the back that made you wonder if you weren't safer while he was trapped in insanity.
"Phrixos is pleeeeeeased," he rasped, voice even quieter than it had been before and breaking in places. Like the female had done to him, he stood and circled her. "Phrixos owes the pretty lady for such a lovely screeeeeam." Another sharp-toothed grin, a drip of green saliva falling to hit the grass.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 7:47 am
Eos paid no heed to the strange saliva on the ground. She was insane. What did she care about keeping clean? Who did she have to impress? In fact, why should she care about making an impression on anyone? So long as she bullied someone around, she was happy.
The female stopped her circling once the male took it up. Her eyes stayed forward, watching nothing. Seeing nothing. The Twisted blood in her veins making her feel no fear at being circled by another Twisted like a trapped animal. "Good," she replied, a sneer crossing her lips. "We both know a Twisted isn't the most...Pleasing creature to be around." When the next time he needed a fix was unsure. When she needed her next fix was unsure. She took a wager by his raspy voice that he screamed for himself when no one else was around. Though she didn't need her voice to scare others, she didn't want to lose it completely trying to keep this one happy.
"Is nice not being surrounded by goodies, for a change," she added, making what sounded like a gag in her throat. Just the thought of those...Nice Hollows made her sick to her stomach.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 5:28 pm
"Good ones feeeeear me, fear our kiiiiind." The male continued to circle the female. Not for any sort of intimadation, he knew it was nearly impossible to intimidate a Twisted Hollow. They were crazy, but they were brave and tenacious. Even when it didn't seem so, if a Twisted took up a cause them nothing would ever disuade them from it until Death took them up in it's arm and carried them away to their eternal rest.
The male circled the female because it was a natural reflex of his kind. Mated Twisteds could usually be seen circling each other as though about to tear each other to pieces, something that frightened normal Hollows and brought peace to warped minds.
"Phrixos liiiiiikes to make the good ones screeeeam. It is even better when those pure of heart quake in feeear." The males whispery voice wove around the female, a silken web promising madness and terror to any who would follow.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 9:01 pm
Eos flicked her tail from side to side, almost in a familiar gesture of friendliness. More out of canine habit. It wasn't an actual wag. Just a slow flick back and forth that showed she was as comfortable as a Twisted could get. Her mouth remained closed when she wasn't talking, the few stranded teeth showing over the lips as if she was in a permanent scowl.
At the words of the male, however, she did grin. It was both an advantage and a curse. Advantage, no goodies stayed around long enough to get annoying. Curse, even a Twisted liked to find others like it every now and than.
"Mm," she hummed in agreement, closing her pupil less eyes in sheer comfort. "We share a similar addiction, you and I. Interesting." Opening her eyes, she continued staring straight in front of her, still seemingly unaware of the circling. "A nice team we would make."
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 9:18 pm
The male's voice changed a little. It was still very gravely, but stronger and didn't break. Think creepy cave crawler and that about summoned it up. "What is it that you seeeeek?" He was referring, of course, to what it was that drove the female to becoming an Addict in the first place.
The male knew that Addicts weren't born, they were made. Look behind any Addict and there was a story. Neutrals were about as good as any normal fox. Gracefuls were a rare sight, maybe more so that Twisted. Their stories usually had more interest behind them.
Gracefuls were the male's favorite targets. When not gripped up in the haze of his addiction or insanity, he often wondered what separated the two. Some Twisteds had perfectly harmless addictions, while a Graceful could be addicted to something that caused pain to others around them. If it wasn't the addiction that determined what you became, it must have been the personality.
The male couldn't remember his life before he became a Twisted. He couldn't even remember anything from a week ago, really. He just assumed he must not have been very nice. And maybe that's why he enjoyed running across a Graceful. The chance to have something so sweet and kind give him a beautiful scream of terror, nothing else compared!
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 11:05 am
What was her story? What drove her to become an Addict? She hadn't thought of that in a very long time. The Hollow her seemed like a dream. A very distant dream she never had in a long time. A dream she liked to remember as just that. A dream.
The lids over her eyes lowered a bit as she remembered. "Domination of everyone," she growled in anger. Eos had been born into a pack of Hollows with one very mean and very dominating alpha male. He saw all females as weak little things to be used only to carry on his genes. It was a harem, if you will. Eos would have none of it. She submitted until that fateful day that she snapped and lunched at him. At which point the entire pack joined her, feeling the chains on their legs freed once one had the courage to stand up for herself. With the taste of the blood and her boldness fresh on her lips, that one instance fueled her desire to keep everyone else at bay with her.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 11:50 am
The male had changed his pacing, so that he was moving back and forth in front of the female rather than circling her. "Dominaaaation.....of eeeeveryone? Such a large taaaaask." The male was perfectly happy with random victims and could care less what they thought of him. The female's addiction would require much more matinence.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 8:44 am
Eos laid her ears back against her head, a sign of aggression or discomfort in most. For her, and likely most Twisted, it was normal behavior. Nothing about them was like the other animals.
Smiling at the other Twisted in a sinister grin, she licked her lips. "Just domination of anyone I meet, not world control," she corrected. World domination was never her main goal. Just to never be put back into that same scenario as before. Never would another male take control over her. She would do the controlling. Not even females were safe from her.
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