Post by gennifairy on Oct 3, 2005 23:56:34 GMT -5
ame: Amanda
Celebrity Used: Christina Agurliea
Age:23
Concept: Here's her motto: 'What doesnt kill you, deserves to be seduced and killed.'
Species: Werehyena
Level: Alpha
Homid Height: 5'6
Eyes: Green-gray
Hair: Sometimes blonde, sometimes black, sometimes both
Race: White an Spanish mix
Nationality: American
Marital Status: Single Always
Clan Status: Pure Rogue
Special Abilities: Partial Shift, Can share power through blood, Call or Hold a beast, shift her apperence
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 didn?t 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 eye?s. Open them.? When she didn?t 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 wasn?t Gus, made a sharp noise. ?I want to hear her scream and watch while I rape her.? This, more or less, didn?t 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 didn?t 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 wouldn?t 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 people?s 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.
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.
?I was hoping you?d wake.? A calm voice said beside her. She opened her eyes again, from mentally taking stock of her aches and pains to find the funniest doctor she has ever seen. She blinked. The man was about 5?4, at least from her point of view, and looked more feminine then male to her. When she didn?t respond he nodded and pulled a stool next to her bed. ?yes, I am a doctor. No, you?re not at a hospital. You were rescued by two Leopards two days ago. You?ve been out of it.? She stared at the Doc blankly. ?Let me fill you in. You were attacked by two Werehyena?s. Rouges. You may be infected with the disease, I would like to hold you some more days till I see if you have any of the other symptoms.? She closed her eyes, and pressed her bruised cheek into the pillow. Oh, joy. She just closed her eyes, and tried to fade from here, from this place. To go away from it all and heal. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked over at the Doc.
?How did my stomach heal? I saw my insides sliding out?no way in hell??her words were cut of abruptly at the look in his face. He let out a sigh, and gave her a gentle, calming smile. ?It?s a long story.? And he began to tell her about the creatures, healing, and touch. And soon, she finds herself into the world she didn?t want to survive in. The only way she does survive is by simply getting all this built in rage, out. So, she was trained by Deflunche and was one of the best female killers out there, with a higher body count then most. And most of them not human
Than, she lived in places far and wide... from Kansas, to Dallas, to Londen to Miami, and yet, she felt she had to come back, back to the place she had actuallt SETTLED down into. The place where her life, a real honest life had started for her. Kansas.
Celebrity Used: Christina Agurliea
Age:23
Concept: Here's her motto: 'What doesnt kill you, deserves to be seduced and killed.'
Species: Werehyena
Level: Alpha
Homid Height: 5'6
Eyes: Green-gray
Hair: Sometimes blonde, sometimes black, sometimes both
Race: White an Spanish mix
Nationality: American
Marital Status: Single Always
Clan Status: Pure Rogue
Special Abilities: Partial Shift, Can share power through blood, Call or Hold a beast, shift her apperence
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 didn?t 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 eye?s. Open them.? When she didn?t 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 wasn?t Gus, made a sharp noise. ?I want to hear her scream and watch while I rape her.? This, more or less, didn?t 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 didn?t 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 wouldn?t 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 people?s 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.
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.
?I was hoping you?d wake.? A calm voice said beside her. She opened her eyes again, from mentally taking stock of her aches and pains to find the funniest doctor she has ever seen. She blinked. The man was about 5?4, at least from her point of view, and looked more feminine then male to her. When she didn?t respond he nodded and pulled a stool next to her bed. ?yes, I am a doctor. No, you?re not at a hospital. You were rescued by two Leopards two days ago. You?ve been out of it.? She stared at the Doc blankly. ?Let me fill you in. You were attacked by two Werehyena?s. Rouges. You may be infected with the disease, I would like to hold you some more days till I see if you have any of the other symptoms.? She closed her eyes, and pressed her bruised cheek into the pillow. Oh, joy. She just closed her eyes, and tried to fade from here, from this place. To go away from it all and heal. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked over at the Doc.
?How did my stomach heal? I saw my insides sliding out?no way in hell??her words were cut of abruptly at the look in his face. He let out a sigh, and gave her a gentle, calming smile. ?It?s a long story.? And he began to tell her about the creatures, healing, and touch. And soon, she finds herself into the world she didn?t want to survive in. The only way she does survive is by simply getting all this built in rage, out. So, she was trained by Deflunche and was one of the best female killers out there, with a higher body count then most. And most of them not human
Than, she lived in places far and wide... from Kansas, to Dallas, to Londen to Miami, and yet, she felt she had to come back, back to the place she had actuallt SETTLED down into. The place where her life, a real honest life had started for her. Kansas.
