Post by Layla on Jul 28, 2005 11:52:30 GMT
Grey, white and tan fur ruffled in a breeze. Brown optics smiling; showing love and determination to all who looked. Only one thing troubled her. Death Jaws. The demonic spirit who was forever taking control of her body. An old wolf had taught her much; but her hell-bent siblings had killed him; killed the only friend she had had since her mother, Bell, had been murdered by her own father, Blood Feaster. she didn't want to think about it; it always loosened her defences, and that was when Death Jaws invaded her mind. How she HATED the goddamned spirit. A frown creasing a beautiful face, Daisy, as she was dubbed, stopped by the borderlines of the terrain.
"Go on, Daisy, enter it! I dare you! Give us some blood! Some conflict!" A sinister voice growled in her orbs. She turned her head and stared at the spirit. The same size, shape and appearance as her. Yet no one other than herself could see Death Jaws.
"No Death, I will not! I will wait for someone to come and find us!" Daisy argued. Death Jaws scowled at her.
"As you wish!" The sinister voice growled. Only when Death Jaws took possession of Daisy's body, did anyone notice the spirit. If you were Daisy, and you saw yourself in a mirror, beside Death Jaws, you probably couldn't tell any differences; except for your eyes. Daisy's optics were of a light brown hue; Death Jaw's were a pupiless black. Both demon and pure wolf had the same body; Daisy's, yet Death Jaws was but a mere spirit. Daisy frowned at Death Jaws, blocking out the irritated growls from the f'mmora spirit. Even though only a spirit, Death Jaws could touch, feel; use any of her senses. The last time Daisy and Death Jaws had fought, Daisy had lost badly, with slashes and bites all over; yet passing vargs and lera had stared at her; not seeing what had slashed and bit her. Raising her muzzle, Daisy let out a song. A question as to whether this terrain was claimed, and if it was, the howl also asked if she might enter the terrain, or if any wolven could hear her. All Daisy could do now, was wait, and all Death Jaws could do now, was just imagen blood and corpuses.....
"Go on, Daisy, enter it! I dare you! Give us some blood! Some conflict!" A sinister voice growled in her orbs. She turned her head and stared at the spirit. The same size, shape and appearance as her. Yet no one other than herself could see Death Jaws.
"No Death, I will not! I will wait for someone to come and find us!" Daisy argued. Death Jaws scowled at her.
"As you wish!" The sinister voice growled. Only when Death Jaws took possession of Daisy's body, did anyone notice the spirit. If you were Daisy, and you saw yourself in a mirror, beside Death Jaws, you probably couldn't tell any differences; except for your eyes. Daisy's optics were of a light brown hue; Death Jaw's were a pupiless black. Both demon and pure wolf had the same body; Daisy's, yet Death Jaws was but a mere spirit. Daisy frowned at Death Jaws, blocking out the irritated growls from the f'mmora spirit. Even though only a spirit, Death Jaws could touch, feel; use any of her senses. The last time Daisy and Death Jaws had fought, Daisy had lost badly, with slashes and bites all over; yet passing vargs and lera had stared at her; not seeing what had slashed and bit her. Raising her muzzle, Daisy let out a song. A question as to whether this terrain was claimed, and if it was, the howl also asked if she might enter the terrain, or if any wolven could hear her. All Daisy could do now, was wait, and all Death Jaws could do now, was just imagen blood and corpuses.....