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Post by Jatta on Oct 20, 2011 19:16:30 GMT -5
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There was something grotesquely beautiful about the wisp of smoke rising under a pale moon. It was very reminiscent of the rise of the demons, of the future event when humanity finally met it's end. Was it just her, or did the moon seem to be smiling? It was only a crescent, tilted to resemble the grin of the Cheshire cat.
Her gaze followed the trail of smoke to its source. The fire was not one of chaos or destruction. Actually, the fire was nothing more than a source of light and heat for some humans who chose to remain in an area of this town which had been almost abandoned. The few scavengers were safe from the huntress observing them, though. Jatta wasn't in the mood to kill or torment in such a petty way. She knew that if he had the emotional capacity to, she would have felt pity for the small herd. That wasn't the reason for not killing them, though. Killing those humans felt like killing a couple of flies. Pointless and with little to no satisfaction.
Then again, there wasn't anything else around here to do. She spread her jaws, letting out long yawn. Well, she might as well continue on her way. Clearly the only thing of interest to see was the night sky, and she had seen that plenty of times in her lifetime. She slipped off her perch - an abandoned car on the side of the road - and began his stroll along the street. Jatta didn't get very far before she caught a peculiar scent. How odd. It seemed to be the stench of a demigod. Nobody, surely not live or sane demigods, visited a lowly place like this. So perhaps something intriguing was in this town, after all. Well, she hoped so. The huntress took off in the direction of the scent.
An obstacle of a chain-wire fence stood in her path - ha, yeah, big obstacle - and she hopped up to perch herself at the top. There was a figure, she saw, and from what she could tell that figure was the source of the scent. "I smell a half breed," she purred, resting her elbows over her knees as she kept herself crouched on the fence.
Jatta, the animalistic daughter of Aphrodite, let a slight grin spread onto her face, pulled up into a smirk. Her eye shone a pale green, while the Sclera - the White part of the eye - was clearly black. Her bangs fell close to her right eye, but not over it, and the rest of her blonde hair was windswept and perfect; like always. Behind her grin, her incisors were longer than natural for any mortal. This is, however, natural with her. Her canines, as they are properly called, have always been naturally longer, resembling the canines of a wolf's.
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Post by Harlequin on Oct 21, 2011 17:35:52 GMT -5
Watching this droll girl approach,Harlequin raised her ivory fingers to her lips taking a drag on her own toxic fire.The Djarum ,cigarette blended to the night around her but was a sharp contrast to her light pallor.Her forever changing eyes-hazel at the moment-studied the young adult,perched as she was on the thin wiry fence.She seemed human enough,but even a oblivious humanoid could tell there was something animalistic about her. Harlequin knew that this feral girl was a demi-god but there was more to her than that...something ancient.Tilting her head slightly she took another drag of the Djarum, as mens obnoxiously loud laughter sounded from the direction of the campfire-a tiny spark in the distance.
"And in that"A voice like liquid silk came from her wine kissed mouth,following a cloud of smoke."You'd only be partially right."her voice had a hint of an accent to it,sounding vaguely British. The smoke,now nothing but a dying ember dropped to the ground,her foot dressed in a black combat boot put out its fading light .Traveling up her leg, tights woven in black nylon with a floral pattern covered her skin till a little below her upper thigh, and a skin tight leather dress took over.It was strapless and silver spikes wrapped along the hem line and neck line.A fiery mane of red locks curled down past her waist.
Harlequin felt a slightly warm tingling as the big pendant around her neck,dropped right above her breasts glowed.The ruby in the middle of it cast a small crimson light,black and deep violet swirled in its depths.Her eyes cast down to it for a moment before quickly returning to the deranged demi-god,a shadow across her face.Harlequin's eyes narrowed,power radiating from her entire being. |
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Post by Jatta on Oct 21, 2011 21:12:27 GMT -5
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Jatta listened as the fellow demigod spoke in return, but took no acknowledgement to her words. It was meaningless, told her nothing. "And in that you'd only be partially right." was what she had said. Hmph, Jatta could even word it better. Again, her immense knowledge and grammar plus spelling skills out-ruled the mortal whom she was conversing with. Again, pity would have been felt if pity was possible in her mind.
Jatta right now was naturally stunning, even with her animalistic nature to mask it. She need not dress to impress to be physically attractive to any man (or homosexual woman?). She was wearing a simple outfit of men's Fila giovanne track pant, a black Spaghetti-strapped tank top, and black Converse All-star high-tops. Accessories in the outfit include a black toque over her head, fingerless leather gloves, and silver studs up her right ear and a silver ring in her left eyebrow. The accessories merely accented her style, going from sporty to rebellious. And her personality? Even more so. She was never told what to do. She had never followed rules in her life. Highly logical, highly instinctive, and highly temperamental. That was what she was like even before she found out completely what she was and had to maintain.
Jatta let out a breath. It was seen a a white cloud, but it did not appear because her breath was warmer than the surrounding air, but the complete opposite. Her breath was drastically colder than the surrounding air; the white cloud was actually frost in the air, in particles small enough to be carried in the air.
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Post by Jose on Nov 25, 2011 12:01:27 GMT -5
Harlequin: Her eyes relaxed but the pendant never stopped glowing. Harlequin seldom dressed as she was tonight. The only cause for such attire was for special occasions or when the mood struck her. For that matter, whatever she wore varied with whatever felt right to her. You see she had not a style, any constant way of dressing, one minute you could find her clothes stuck on some skeleton of a woman stomping down the runway, and the next you would find the garments she bore in a thrift store. Her appearance changed as suddenly as her eyes, her moods pretty much all about the same. In fact, nothing was ever truely consistent about Harlequin. She had the power to morph her facial and bone structure looking any way of her choosing. Not only could she mask who she was but also her scent and any other clue in to whom she really was, impossible to seek if she did not want you to find her.
Hearing the tone of barley contained irritation her own displeasure grew. A striking emerald popped up from beneath the dirt a few feet from where Harlequin was standing. “I know what you are.” She spoke, ignoring this feral girl’s question. The corner of a bar of gold sprung up from the earth on the other side of her. Swiftly the nose on her face grew and contorted until it resembled that of a wolves, it twitched smelling the air around her. Slowly it shrank back to its normal size. “I can smell her on you. Gaea…..” The blank in her eyes churned until it became yellow not unlike that of the gold that had sprouted from the earth moments before. Harlequins head cocked to the side. “But it’s tinged with the scent of Lupa…yet it’s like your a different breed of her.”
The wind grew then, the smoke from the human’s fire drifting towards them leaving the air with the faint smell of scorched wood and garbage, like the flames burned in a partly filled trash can. Harlequin’s radiant hair whipped around her face, the necklace never seceded to glow, nor did her eyes from burning with a golden light. Another emerald came up from under the ground, glowing faintly by the moons dull light, in front of the girl. |
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