Post by gennifairy on Feb 9, 2011 19:54:21 GMT -5
Name: Amanda Barksely
Celebrity Used: Christina Aguliera
Age: None of your god damn business.
Concept: Badass.
Species: Werehyena
Level: Alpha Level 3
Homid Height: 5'9
Homid Weight: All muscle.
Lycan Height: Tall fucking beast!
Lycan Weight: Heavy as hell!
Eyes: Now, amber of her beast permme shifted
Hair: Usually blonde
Race: White
Religion: Amandaism
Nationality: American
Languages: English, Russian, German - and some spanish
Property(s): She has quite a handful through the years. Houses, and clubs sparsed through the country and in europe - she still has her killing business
Weapon(s): She can fire almost any and all weapons with no problem. Having been trained how to handle a weapon since a young age. She usually always carries at least two daggers hidden on her person and a gun - either a browning or a different kind.
Location(s): New Orleans, Kansas City, Rome, Brazil, new York, Toyko, Germany, Colordo, Miami - back in Kansas
Fighting Style(s): Street Fighting + Martial Arts + shooting brains
Dominant Hand: Left and Right
RolePlaying Style(s): First Person
Favorite Food(s): Eyeballs
Most Hated Food(s): Greens
Allergies: Idiots
Marital Status: Single
Favorite Place: In her head
Favorite Music: Hard Rock
Favorite Movie(s): Sound of Music
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): She has tattoos littered across her body from before she had been offically infected - and scars from the beatings she took before she could heal them awesomely
Special Abilities:
-omega-
all
-moderate-
all
-alpha-
Partial Shift
Commanding
Beast Claws
Facial Manipulation
Shields
Revertion
-special-
Roar of Pain - A loud cackling roar that leaves her mouth (can be done in either fourm) that litterly is like a metaphysical beat down before her in a certain area of radius. Usually makes lessers ears bleed or causes them to fall down from their perch - evenly matched, usually ends up hurting them as if she rammed a motorcycle in front of them.
History:
Amanda doesn't remember most of her childhood. If you asked her too, she most likely wouldn't anyway. It was nothing overly special. She doesn't even remember how she was infected to be a hyena. She just remembers waking up one day and being a hyena and in some sort of secret basement with strange men. It was an underground company. See, Amanda wasn't always fucked up like she was. She had been picked, being a female, and this clan being very male oriented wanted a female. They chose her, because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
During her time of infection and training she was drugged, raped, fought, beat and pretty much had her young mind broken. Then, she had it shaped. They taught her to enjoy pain, they trained her how to kill a man, or a woman with no feeling. They brought out her inner psycho all people have, and they fed it, they brushed it, they molded it to fit their needs. Sex became just another means to an end. It became something she once enjoyed with lovers, to something now was just another tool, another way to bring someone down, or something to do when bored. She was a fucking freak in the bed. She knew a lot too - sexually and sadistically.
Most of the men wouldn't let her do oral on them at first. But she needed training, she needed to learn - and eventually they allowed her the 'reward' of it. It wast long she turned this into another torture settlement. She learned that men hated having to much teeth - and she would bite their fucking cocks off when she was pissed at them. She was growing into a monster, and they weren't going to be able to control her for long. That's how she learned her blood training the hardest - the smell of fresh meat and blood raw on her tongue.
Oh, they would throw her limber body into a pit with a male hyena who was 6'3 and over 200lbs more than her and expect her to win. They would always fight for the kill too. She fought, its how she discovered claws swiping out of her fingers - sliding across the other fighter's stomach, tearing his stomach out much like her own had been torn - only difference is she did it to kill, they did it to torture.
She had won. She was starting to get more bloody, more messy, more insane. The only thing they could punish her with was rape - it was the one thing that still tore her mind raw open and they used it. Pain turned her on to the point sex was all animalistic - it wasnt good unless flesh was torn and eaten in her eyes. But Rape still hurt her.
They thought they had chosen such a wonderful woman, they kidnapped and repeated the experiment on another. She was sweet, tender, soft. Amanda ate her like tomorrow's dinner. The males were all stupid in one thing - they were all spotted hyenas. Minus the Oba who was a stripped. And they infected a female - who wasn't weak - and infected her stripped.
Amanda was territorial in her crazy earlier days. She learned to force shift and hold a beast with the new woman. Amanda did it just to do it. Days in and days out the girl would find herself some how in beast form, and than torn out. It was a horrible torture, and it broke the woman faster than Amanda killing her would to.
She did kill her eventually.
They would give her guns, teach her about ammunition. They would show her how to use weapons, they would press her day in and day out. With all this work with her body, forcing her to be trained in every respectable aspect of her beast, of her body. She knew her body better than anyone. She could look a vampire in the eye and spit in his face, not caring. She learned another cool power, when she was through with her training - a rare ability. She learned to manipulate her face. She could make it not quite look like her, but an older sister or something instead. It took a couple of months to get it down, but she did and used it.
She enlisted with a bunch of other hired killers. The hyena's approved and its what she did for a living... for that time.
After then, she set out. First Kansas City, where she learned about how to business own a club. She opened a club - Sins of the Flesh. She held many job openings, but during that down time she was always in the shadows, hunting for flesh. She only hunted humans at first. She found that their eyeballs when plucked and bitten into, was quite a tasty delicacy. Her club took off in that horrible little corner of the world, men went there, vampires, lycans. It didn't matter - she only supplied the best women. It became more of a brothel than a strip joint, even Amanda would find herself on stage, entertaining the crowd. Why not? Her body was firm, muscled and very lean. She kept herself up to date with it, she cant go soft, shell die.
Then, her 'clan' sent out one of there human missionaries. They had a few. He drugged her, brought the little girl out of her while he took his way. She had become to cocky, to full of herself. She always had eyes on her, and they wanted her to settle down. It was one of the last resorts they had to calming the monster. That only further pissed her off. It made her very angry. You don't want Amanda angry at you. She hauled ass back to Detroit, and made her way inside the underground. She has surpassed levels she needed. She didn't go crazy at the sight of blood unless its the full moon - and even then she had good control. Violence, sex, all those didn't bother her. The only emotion she might have issue with would be love... but what was love? Amanda wouldn't know. She hasn't felt it since before she had been kidnapped and infected. She loved no one or anyone but herself. She tore their little hideaway down, she tore hearts out, shot at them. Every work of knowledge and training each individual man did to her, each nugget of information has turned against them. They were fucked, and they didn't like THIS type of fucking. 20 men died that night and 3 women. You do not piss her off.
She walked away from the explosion, unknown, no trace. She burned her bridges at Kansas and moved around a lot. She took jobs now more higher than humans, she was hitting lycans. Killing them with no remorse. She had fun with those because they heal. She would force shift them, torment them, cut off parts of their body without letting heal. Or chew off parts of their body! She didn't care, they were more means to an end. She could seduce them, or she would just simply shoot them in the head if she was bored enough.The only person she had a nugget of feeling for was Kate. She seemed to call to her, mesmerize her some how. Once, Kate was Oba, and Amanda actually joined the clan for her, protected her. Adored her. It is honestly the only female Amanda truly didn't mind bowing down too - not that she did often. They often fought, snarl and claws when they found each other. Did Kate feel the same? It wouldn't matter. Kate belonged to Amanda in a fashion. But both strong in their ways, both trained in their ways, they couldn't always settle down.
Amanda briefly was Oba herself to a clan. It didn't last long. She ended up going further into insanity as she crushed and killed a good portion of them. They had bad mouthed her. She had taken care of them! They betrayed her. So she tried to kill them. Than she went to Rome. Why? She didnt know - Was she running from her fright? Was she running from memories? She didn't know. She got handed a plane ticket and got told to go there - was it another hit for her? Was it something she should know? Most likely. But if this bites her in the ass she will go down there and find the fucker who sent her.
She found out. She killed them. Shes grown old in her time to not want to waste time in torturing an idiot. They were shot in the temple - and then a couple others who tried to take her down. I mean serious? She was like a one woman army at times.
If someone was smart and had the ways, they would try and tame her, control her. It has yet to be done, because anyone who met her as either been a sextoy, or killed by her. Or someone who she used to personally amuse herself. No one has yet to tame the wildness in her eyes, the fierceness in her form. She was strong, as an alpha, and hyena, and as a human being. She could be a fucking awesome asset if they could figure a way to tame her. But to see it done will never happen. To take a psychopath into a house wife? It isnt heard of unless you want to die. She was stronger than a woman, she was faster as a lycan, and her tongue was sharp as a knife. (her teeth too. She enjoyed chomping).
She left Rome, as fast as she could. It was to... cold for her liking. She enjoyed a brief time with some hyena's who she played with and bit pieces off of - but otherwise, she was bored. She traveled, she always traveled. She barely has any more hits - she broke from the business when it was found out she was growing dull in it. Stories with other hit-like-people could find her. She was almost an legend - in that crazy insane 'dont be like her' way. She didnt give a fuck.
She came to Chicago. She was bored. That is the only reason it came down to it. It was the night of the full moon, the Oba was doing some speechy shit. She came from the forest, and let her presense be known - she let her power flow, her hyena-hues stare. Only words she spoke to him were "Your dead sweetcheeks." And she flowed fast as a lycan, blur in the darkness to tackle him to the ground, her jaw in his neck, her mouth gripping him and ripping him apart. Blood flowed down her chin, into her white shirt.
Those hyena hues stared at the gathered hyenas - some in human, some not - all had the same look on their face. Surprise.
"I am the fucking Oba here, assholes. Or does someone wanna come after me? I fucking -dare- you too." She stared around at them, the warm blood of their beloved Oba still sliding down her chin. Well, no one really had a choice.
It was boring. The clan was boring. There was a brief spat with the lions - who were lame. A hyena was lame. She got bored, killed half the clan and moved on with her life. God, she got bored to easily. Killing was even getting boring, she didnt bother to torture anymore - what fun is there? With a random thought - she decided to come see... how much has Kansas Changed since she was there? Was it the same? Leaving a half of hyenas to survive with their weakened self, she made her way there, sneaking her mass amounts of storange and weapons - thank god she never did get rid of her apartment there 6 years ago eh?
Celebrity Used: Christina Aguliera
Age: None of your god damn business.
Concept: Badass.
Species: Werehyena
Level: Alpha Level 3
Homid Height: 5'9
Homid Weight: All muscle.
Lycan Height: Tall fucking beast!
Lycan Weight: Heavy as hell!
Eyes: Now, amber of her beast permme shifted
Hair: Usually blonde
Race: White
Religion: Amandaism
Nationality: American
Languages: English, Russian, German - and some spanish
Property(s): She has quite a handful through the years. Houses, and clubs sparsed through the country and in europe - she still has her killing business
Weapon(s): She can fire almost any and all weapons with no problem. Having been trained how to handle a weapon since a young age. She usually always carries at least two daggers hidden on her person and a gun - either a browning or a different kind.
Location(s): New Orleans, Kansas City, Rome, Brazil, new York, Toyko, Germany, Colordo, Miami - back in Kansas
Fighting Style(s): Street Fighting + Martial Arts + shooting brains
Dominant Hand: Left and Right
RolePlaying Style(s): First Person
Favorite Food(s): Eyeballs
Most Hated Food(s): Greens
Allergies: Idiots
Marital Status: Single
Favorite Place: In her head
Favorite Music: Hard Rock
Favorite Movie(s): Sound of Music
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): She has tattoos littered across her body from before she had been offically infected - and scars from the beatings she took before she could heal them awesomely
Special Abilities:
-omega-
all
-moderate-
all
-alpha-
Partial Shift
Commanding
Beast Claws
Facial Manipulation
Shields
Revertion
-special-
Roar of Pain - A loud cackling roar that leaves her mouth (can be done in either fourm) that litterly is like a metaphysical beat down before her in a certain area of radius. Usually makes lessers ears bleed or causes them to fall down from their perch - evenly matched, usually ends up hurting them as if she rammed a motorcycle in front of them.
History:
The chains bound her wrists tightly above her head. The sock was an uncomfortable weight in her mouth; her lips taped shut with that silver colored duct tape. Her eyes were not covered. They were allowed open, to watch what they do to her. She felt something sharp slice into her right side, and turned her straining neck muscles that way. She watched as animalistic claws ranked over her bare flesh. Tears silently poured down her cheeks, while she watched in terror. Her body was black and blue, and dirty from captivity, blood streaked down in slow, sure lines.
"Yes, oh yes. Gus can you smell her fear? It's?intoxicating." One of the men said in a low voice, licking his claws slowly, almost seductively at her. A faint whimper rose from the gagged mouth, and she was almost too tired to fight. Almost. Those gray-green eyes flared brightly in the dirty face, her anger welling up inside of her, and washing through her eyes.
"Yessss! Fight it. Get mad. Get angry!" The one named Gus said. He pushed his face close to her, his nose scenting down her body, as he breathed in deeply. The feeling of his breathe so close to her skin, made her break out in gooseflesh. His fingers reached out, gently touching them as if marveling in their existence. A faint whimper rose from her lips, muffled by the makeshift gag. She didnt want them touching her. Her eyes closed slowly, as if her will to fight was finally beaten down.
"Ah, ma chere, do not close your eyes. Open them."When she didnt open them, she received a sharp slap across her cheek, claws still extended. She felt each claw mark, and she struggled to open her eyes, sagging in the chains. Her lashes were almost glue to her cheeks, with tears and blood. The one, who wasnt Gus, made a sharp noise. "I want to hear her scream and watch while I rape her."This, more or less, didnt sound promising. Perhaps if she acted passed out they would leave her alone for now. She felt the burn as the tape was suddenly ripped off, and didnt let out a damn whimper. She could feel the heat coming to her skin, and the sock was removed. She tried to work some saliva into her mouth, to wet the dryness.
"Come on now, talk to us." Gus said, leaning his cheek gently against her own, crooning to her ear. She still refused to respond. Some sense of pride wouldnt let her. Another sharp slap, that brought tears to her eyes. Suddenly her eyes popped open, as she felt a hand thrust into the smooth flesh of her stomach. She looked down, horrified. She felt fingers grabbing things, moving around. Her lips pulled back, and she did then scream. It was a low, ragged sound of pain, mingled in with defeat. She was going to die at these peoples hands. These....Wereanimals. Her throat was dry and raw from the screaming. White dots flashed before her eyes.
"Stop!" Her voice in itself came out a faint croak, while she looked back down dazed, to see her intensities hanging out of her smooth flesh. Bile rose in the back of her throat, and flushed form those lips. She heaved, and then kept heaving, her pain contorting with pain. Her eyes squeezed shut tight with it, blossoms of white lights behind those eyes, and a marching band playing the drum line in her head. There was darkness creeping towards her, and she welcomed it with open arms.\
Darkness had arrived.
She groaned softly, turning to her side, which in fact caused more pain to rise in her so she pushed back on her back. She tried to take stock of what hurt worse. Her stomach, her shoulders, or her back. Thinking about those, would help her ignore the throbbing between her thighs. She opened her eyes, blinking nearsightedly into the light green room. Where was she? She wondered. She couldn't be in heaven. Some how she always thought heaven wouldn't use that ugly shade of green. Hell? Naw. They'd themselves have more taste she'd hope.
"Yes, oh yes. Gus can you smell her fear? It's?intoxicating." One of the men said in a low voice, licking his claws slowly, almost seductively at her. A faint whimper rose from the gagged mouth, and she was almost too tired to fight. Almost. Those gray-green eyes flared brightly in the dirty face, her anger welling up inside of her, and washing through her eyes.
"Yessss! Fight it. Get mad. Get angry!" The one named Gus said. He pushed his face close to her, his nose scenting down her body, as he breathed in deeply. The feeling of his breathe so close to her skin, made her break out in gooseflesh. His fingers reached out, gently touching them as if marveling in their existence. A faint whimper rose from her lips, muffled by the makeshift gag. She didnt want them touching her. Her eyes closed slowly, as if her will to fight was finally beaten down.
"Ah, ma chere, do not close your eyes. Open them."When she didnt open them, she received a sharp slap across her cheek, claws still extended. She felt each claw mark, and she struggled to open her eyes, sagging in the chains. Her lashes were almost glue to her cheeks, with tears and blood. The one, who wasnt Gus, made a sharp noise. "I want to hear her scream and watch while I rape her."This, more or less, didnt sound promising. Perhaps if she acted passed out they would leave her alone for now. She felt the burn as the tape was suddenly ripped off, and didnt let out a damn whimper. She could feel the heat coming to her skin, and the sock was removed. She tried to work some saliva into her mouth, to wet the dryness.
"Come on now, talk to us." Gus said, leaning his cheek gently against her own, crooning to her ear. She still refused to respond. Some sense of pride wouldnt let her. Another sharp slap, that brought tears to her eyes. Suddenly her eyes popped open, as she felt a hand thrust into the smooth flesh of her stomach. She looked down, horrified. She felt fingers grabbing things, moving around. Her lips pulled back, and she did then scream. It was a low, ragged sound of pain, mingled in with defeat. She was going to die at these peoples hands. These....Wereanimals. Her throat was dry and raw from the screaming. White dots flashed before her eyes.
"Stop!" Her voice in itself came out a faint croak, while she looked back down dazed, to see her intensities hanging out of her smooth flesh. Bile rose in the back of her throat, and flushed form those lips. She heaved, and then kept heaving, her pain contorting with pain. Her eyes squeezed shut tight with it, blossoms of white lights behind those eyes, and a marching band playing the drum line in her head. There was darkness creeping towards her, and she welcomed it with open arms.\
Darkness had arrived.
She groaned softly, turning to her side, which in fact caused more pain to rise in her so she pushed back on her back. She tried to take stock of what hurt worse. Her stomach, her shoulders, or her back. Thinking about those, would help her ignore the throbbing between her thighs. She opened her eyes, blinking nearsightedly into the light green room. Where was she? She wondered. She couldn't be in heaven. Some how she always thought heaven wouldn't use that ugly shade of green. Hell? Naw. They'd themselves have more taste she'd hope.
Amanda doesn't remember most of her childhood. If you asked her too, she most likely wouldn't anyway. It was nothing overly special. She doesn't even remember how she was infected to be a hyena. She just remembers waking up one day and being a hyena and in some sort of secret basement with strange men. It was an underground company. See, Amanda wasn't always fucked up like she was. She had been picked, being a female, and this clan being very male oriented wanted a female. They chose her, because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
During her time of infection and training she was drugged, raped, fought, beat and pretty much had her young mind broken. Then, she had it shaped. They taught her to enjoy pain, they trained her how to kill a man, or a woman with no feeling. They brought out her inner psycho all people have, and they fed it, they brushed it, they molded it to fit their needs. Sex became just another means to an end. It became something she once enjoyed with lovers, to something now was just another tool, another way to bring someone down, or something to do when bored. She was a fucking freak in the bed. She knew a lot too - sexually and sadistically.
Most of the men wouldn't let her do oral on them at first. But she needed training, she needed to learn - and eventually they allowed her the 'reward' of it. It wast long she turned this into another torture settlement. She learned that men hated having to much teeth - and she would bite their fucking cocks off when she was pissed at them. She was growing into a monster, and they weren't going to be able to control her for long. That's how she learned her blood training the hardest - the smell of fresh meat and blood raw on her tongue.
Oh, they would throw her limber body into a pit with a male hyena who was 6'3 and over 200lbs more than her and expect her to win. They would always fight for the kill too. She fought, its how she discovered claws swiping out of her fingers - sliding across the other fighter's stomach, tearing his stomach out much like her own had been torn - only difference is she did it to kill, they did it to torture.
She had won. She was starting to get more bloody, more messy, more insane. The only thing they could punish her with was rape - it was the one thing that still tore her mind raw open and they used it. Pain turned her on to the point sex was all animalistic - it wasnt good unless flesh was torn and eaten in her eyes. But Rape still hurt her.
They thought they had chosen such a wonderful woman, they kidnapped and repeated the experiment on another. She was sweet, tender, soft. Amanda ate her like tomorrow's dinner. The males were all stupid in one thing - they were all spotted hyenas. Minus the Oba who was a stripped. And they infected a female - who wasn't weak - and infected her stripped.
Amanda was territorial in her crazy earlier days. She learned to force shift and hold a beast with the new woman. Amanda did it just to do it. Days in and days out the girl would find herself some how in beast form, and than torn out. It was a horrible torture, and it broke the woman faster than Amanda killing her would to.
She did kill her eventually.
They would give her guns, teach her about ammunition. They would show her how to use weapons, they would press her day in and day out. With all this work with her body, forcing her to be trained in every respectable aspect of her beast, of her body. She knew her body better than anyone. She could look a vampire in the eye and spit in his face, not caring. She learned another cool power, when she was through with her training - a rare ability. She learned to manipulate her face. She could make it not quite look like her, but an older sister or something instead. It took a couple of months to get it down, but she did and used it.
She enlisted with a bunch of other hired killers. The hyena's approved and its what she did for a living... for that time.
After then, she set out. First Kansas City, where she learned about how to business own a club. She opened a club - Sins of the Flesh. She held many job openings, but during that down time she was always in the shadows, hunting for flesh. She only hunted humans at first. She found that their eyeballs when plucked and bitten into, was quite a tasty delicacy. Her club took off in that horrible little corner of the world, men went there, vampires, lycans. It didn't matter - she only supplied the best women. It became more of a brothel than a strip joint, even Amanda would find herself on stage, entertaining the crowd. Why not? Her body was firm, muscled and very lean. She kept herself up to date with it, she cant go soft, shell die.
Then, her 'clan' sent out one of there human missionaries. They had a few. He drugged her, brought the little girl out of her while he took his way. She had become to cocky, to full of herself. She always had eyes on her, and they wanted her to settle down. It was one of the last resorts they had to calming the monster. That only further pissed her off. It made her very angry. You don't want Amanda angry at you. She hauled ass back to Detroit, and made her way inside the underground. She has surpassed levels she needed. She didn't go crazy at the sight of blood unless its the full moon - and even then she had good control. Violence, sex, all those didn't bother her. The only emotion she might have issue with would be love... but what was love? Amanda wouldn't know. She hasn't felt it since before she had been kidnapped and infected. She loved no one or anyone but herself. She tore their little hideaway down, she tore hearts out, shot at them. Every work of knowledge and training each individual man did to her, each nugget of information has turned against them. They were fucked, and they didn't like THIS type of fucking. 20 men died that night and 3 women. You do not piss her off.
She walked away from the explosion, unknown, no trace. She burned her bridges at Kansas and moved around a lot. She took jobs now more higher than humans, she was hitting lycans. Killing them with no remorse. She had fun with those because they heal. She would force shift them, torment them, cut off parts of their body without letting heal. Or chew off parts of their body! She didn't care, they were more means to an end. She could seduce them, or she would just simply shoot them in the head if she was bored enough.The only person she had a nugget of feeling for was Kate. She seemed to call to her, mesmerize her some how. Once, Kate was Oba, and Amanda actually joined the clan for her, protected her. Adored her. It is honestly the only female Amanda truly didn't mind bowing down too - not that she did often. They often fought, snarl and claws when they found each other. Did Kate feel the same? It wouldn't matter. Kate belonged to Amanda in a fashion. But both strong in their ways, both trained in their ways, they couldn't always settle down.
Amanda briefly was Oba herself to a clan. It didn't last long. She ended up going further into insanity as she crushed and killed a good portion of them. They had bad mouthed her. She had taken care of them! They betrayed her. So she tried to kill them. Than she went to Rome. Why? She didnt know - Was she running from her fright? Was she running from memories? She didn't know. She got handed a plane ticket and got told to go there - was it another hit for her? Was it something she should know? Most likely. But if this bites her in the ass she will go down there and find the fucker who sent her.
She found out. She killed them. Shes grown old in her time to not want to waste time in torturing an idiot. They were shot in the temple - and then a couple others who tried to take her down. I mean serious? She was like a one woman army at times.
If someone was smart and had the ways, they would try and tame her, control her. It has yet to be done, because anyone who met her as either been a sextoy, or killed by her. Or someone who she used to personally amuse herself. No one has yet to tame the wildness in her eyes, the fierceness in her form. She was strong, as an alpha, and hyena, and as a human being. She could be a fucking awesome asset if they could figure a way to tame her. But to see it done will never happen. To take a psychopath into a house wife? It isnt heard of unless you want to die. She was stronger than a woman, she was faster as a lycan, and her tongue was sharp as a knife. (her teeth too. She enjoyed chomping).
She left Rome, as fast as she could. It was to... cold for her liking. She enjoyed a brief time with some hyena's who she played with and bit pieces off of - but otherwise, she was bored. She traveled, she always traveled. She barely has any more hits - she broke from the business when it was found out she was growing dull in it. Stories with other hit-like-people could find her. She was almost an legend - in that crazy insane 'dont be like her' way. She didnt give a fuck.
She came to Chicago. She was bored. That is the only reason it came down to it. It was the night of the full moon, the Oba was doing some speechy shit. She came from the forest, and let her presense be known - she let her power flow, her hyena-hues stare. Only words she spoke to him were "Your dead sweetcheeks." And she flowed fast as a lycan, blur in the darkness to tackle him to the ground, her jaw in his neck, her mouth gripping him and ripping him apart. Blood flowed down her chin, into her white shirt.
Those hyena hues stared at the gathered hyenas - some in human, some not - all had the same look on their face. Surprise.
"I am the fucking Oba here, assholes. Or does someone wanna come after me? I fucking -dare- you too." She stared around at them, the warm blood of their beloved Oba still sliding down her chin. Well, no one really had a choice.
It was boring. The clan was boring. There was a brief spat with the lions - who were lame. A hyena was lame. She got bored, killed half the clan and moved on with her life. God, she got bored to easily. Killing was even getting boring, she didnt bother to torture anymore - what fun is there? With a random thought - she decided to come see... how much has Kansas Changed since she was there? Was it the same? Leaving a half of hyenas to survive with their weakened self, she made her way there, sneaking her mass amounts of storange and weapons - thank god she never did get rid of her apartment there 6 years ago eh?
