Posts by ink-nibblets

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[justify]Tracking!

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Meeiko silently watched the commotion overhead, perched on a tree and hidden by the shadows. Her ears were perked forwards, and large feral eyes blinking curiously. This little Weavile...she was an awfully strange character, for sure. She was rather cat-like compared to most Weaviles, and had hardly-noticeable tabby markings. Wounds and scars speckled her body, and she looked like she hadn't eaten in days - you could completely see her ribcage. However, even though she was evolved, this little Weavile was still only 8 years old. Due to a history of war and violence, she had evolved way earlier than she was supposed to.

Eventually, Meeiko lost control to her predator instincts. Her mind in a daze, the child leaped down from her perch, slamming into the Sawsbuck's side as she landed. She gripped into its skin with large, hooked claws, while her teeth gnashed and ripped out flesh. Her long feathery tail wrapped around it, to further tighten her grip on the large beast. It was very...unsettling, to see someone as young, quiet, and small as Meeiko start to furiously tear the life out of a Sawsbuck. But hey - it was nature! Besides, after her Clan was slaughtered, Meeiko had to live on her own for many years, so her predator instincts were sharpened and went out of control easily. Honestly...Meeiko had kindof forgotten Reia and Umbra were hunting this Sawsbuck, as well.

[ so, yup...that's Meeiko's intro XD ]

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Meeiko looked up, her muzzle stained with blood. She looked confused, then realization hit her - her murderous instincts had gained control of her, again. Oh...oh no... Once she studied the two Umbreons, judging by their behavior, they were not happy with what she did....b-but why...? She just wanted to help. Oh...she messed up, didn't she? Did they think she was trying to take the kill for herself?

"I-I...." With only one word, and Meeiko was already stumbling. She shuffled her paws anxiously, and her breathing got all funny. "D-Did I hurt you...? I'm...I'm s-sorry." Meeiko's voice was unusually quiet, and large beads of sweat were dripping down her face. Her anxiety was very noticable by now. Meeiko hated talking to people, she hated socialization...even if it was just to say 'sorry'. "Heheh...I-I was only trying to help...but...it seems, whenever I try to help someone, I end up hurting them instead..." Daja voo.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Meeiko seemed to brighten up abit when her apologies were accepted. She smiled meekly, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "T-Thank you...glad you're not mad at me, stranger."

The child's eyes widened, as Umbra summoned a canine-like, yellow demon. Meeiko didn't seem scared at this sight, in fact, she seemed happy. "A-A...a demon! Hello, m'am." The little Weavile dipped her head respectfully, before sitting down. Meeiko loved demons, magic, witchcraft, all that gruesome and bloody stuff...in fact, Meeiko's mother was half-demon. Meeiko was just wondering...how did a demon get inside this Umbreon?

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]"Mhm - hello." The kit quietly piped up in greetings to Moonfeather, noticing she hadn't yet acknowledged her presence to the, uh...other Umbreon. The others probably forgot she was there, for Meeiko had been hiding in the shadows, being all silent and observant like the strange child she was. All these people sprouting out of nowhere in one little confined area was making her nervous and she wanted to get away. Not that she wasn't nervous already, heh. She...was afraid of big crowds.

"Who wants to meet the other sins?" As Envy said this, Meeiko's ears perked up. More demons! For some reason, the Weavile kit enjoyed the company of demons. Strangely, she felt comforted by their presence...they releaved her anxiety and calmed her down a little.(weird, because for normal people demons would do the exact opposite) Because her mother was a demon, yes, that was it. Meeiko padded up to Umbra, stopping about a feet away from the Umbreon, and waited somberly with her tail curling in the air. She just...wanted to see them...

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]"M-M-Mm....h-hello...." Came the quiet greeting of Meeiko, her voice overwhelmed and jittery with excitement. The child began curiously circling the sins, sniffing at them, and taking in their appearances. They were all here. "I-I...I'm so glad to see you all...my name is Meeiko..." The little Weavile mewled softly, as she came to a stop and sat down, dipping her head with respect. Her face was distant and shy, however her gleaming wide eyes revealed her true excitement. "E-Excuse me, if I may ask...but...did any of you know my m-mother? She was a demon, just like you." Meeiko asked - her voice became choked up for a second, but she quickly regained herself. It was a strange question, but the child assumed it was worth asking.

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]The child slightly cowered, startled at Wraith's hostile response. Out of instinct, her claws scraped the floor and a strange black substance began drooling out of her jaws, ready to kill. No... Suddenly gaining self-control, Meeiko's eyes became wide with grim realization as she rose to her paws, getting out of her hostile position. She wondered...What had she done to offend this demon? Hmm, these were one of the sins, after all - they all had their own little flaws...

When Pride's paw made contact with her furry head, Meeiko flinched as if she had been struck, but then afterwards she quickly calmed down. It was nothing more than a little pat on the head. A gentle pat. The gentle pat had startled her, that's all.
The little Weavile's thoughtful eyes watched Pride, listening to what he had to say. She was silent for a moment. "Oh...my mother was not a dweller of the Distortion World, she chose a different path. She lived here. She hunted in the plains of the mortal world. She was the leader of a great, savage pack, a pack I was a part of. She was blood-thirsty and cunning, but as a mother she was also gentle and w-wise. She was so p-proud...and...h-appy.....a b-big, happy...f-family..." Meeiko began to choke on her own words, before letting out a sickly cough that shook her whole body. The Weavile looked away solemnly. She...she didn't feel like talking anymore.

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"...Well...it's a shame that you don't know about Mother. But...thank you, for at least talking to me about it...I-I...I guess I feel a little better now." The kit gently smiled, but her eyes were still sad. "Heh... Meeiko then let out of fit of coughs that shook her whole body, wheezing and clawing at the ground. She sniffed a little, with a weary gaze, her feathery tail twitching behind her. Her throat hurt. And she suddenly wanted to sleep. "...I'm going to get a drink of water..." Meeiko rasped, before darting off as her nose picked up the scent of a nearby lake.

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*scoping in on that sportacock*

bORK

why thank you~
//cries bc y e s

"send help"