(One time I but my lip so much it bled then licked the blood off for the rest of the day; I'm a creepy person.)
"Ugh. This actually means something, you know! One less competitor. One less day before one of us...kills another." Was that a smirk on Sylvia's face? "And, no, I didn't see Natalie. Don't see why you care."
"Oh, can I help? I need something to do my toes with! Did you notice my nails? I used the dead girl's blood to paint the tips red! It's so pretty," Sylvia siad, almost sounding like a teen girl who'd just got a new purse. It was so...casual. Kind of scary casual.
The lumbering black-pelted animal whipped its head around, snapping powerful jaws at the assailant. Gypsie, snapping out of her state of shock, leaped at the strange animal from the right, raking her sharp claws down its flank.
(Sorry for short, un-pretty post; I don't have a lot of time.)
(I don't watch Victorious much...But at least it isn't Disney. Ugh. Frickin Disney should die. Let's kill it. Kill it with fire.)
Sylvia sat down, her back to a tree, and closed her eyes momentarily. She'd need somewhere to sleep soon. "I'm gonna crash in this tree, k?" It was more of a statement than a question. She scaled the tree in a matter of minutes, strapping herself to a branch while munching on a slice of bread.
"Or mabye you're on my territory. Mabye we're both on someone elses territory. Mabye there are rabid foxes planning our deaths right now!" Demented mewed, glancing around warily. He was rather paranoid. And confusing. "Endless possibilities."
In a forest of forever night, a deeper darkness looms closer, and all the Pokemon are in danger.
Rules:
Form:
My Form: [spoiler] Username: Torchiclove
Character name: Desire
Species: Meowth
Gender: Female
Age: A few years.
Appearence: [img width=505 height=370]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs7…h_by_twime777-d3b6lag.png[/img]
Personality: Infinately determined, she loves to win. However, she does know when losing is inevitable.
Level(max for starting is 36): 20
Crush: ~
Mate: ~
Kids: Oh, that would ruin her figure!
Other: ~ [spoiler]
We'll start after a few members join~
(SYLVIA SEES ALL, HEARS ALL, AND KNOWS ALL! She is watching you.)
Soon, the girl was a sleep with only a few crumbs on her shirt to show that she'd had a meal. Leaves hid her from sight, unless you were looking. The sleep was light; she could still hear rustling as she slept.
"Oh, but how do you define night? Mabye I defince night as two weeks. Did you sya night or fortnight? Why do we even talk? How was language created? What does it mean?" The pointless questions kept on, tumbling from Demented's mouth like a waterfall.
(Oh, this is so amusing. TROLLOLOLOLOLO)
Sylvia yelped as pain shot through her arm, blood oozing slowly from her wounded shoulder. She ripped an arrow out of the tender flesh, stifling another scream. Wincing, she shimmied down the tree's trunk, looking for her assailant. She spotted a streak of color among the underbrush, just faint, and hid a knife behind her back. She looked up for a moment to check the treetops, but saw nothing. She crept to the left instead of towards her target. Why act like she knew they were there when she could sneak up on them? The last thing I need now is a fight, but if I must..
(You bet your bananas it's getting good!)
"Really? You've just met this cat and you love her? You don't know her, you know nothing about what she likes, or what she hates, or which is her favorite prey! You can't love a cat by only setting eyes on them. You can want to love a beautiful cat by looking at them, but love at first site is not a real thing," Echo hissed, fur bristling ominiously. He looked at the she-cat with scorn. "You're very beautiful, but I can't say that I love you, or that you're the thing I've been looking for. It would be a lie."
QuoteAlison surveyed the scene around her. If it was game that I shot, it would have fallen from the tree. That means... that I shot another tribute! Possibly a Career! Alison groaned, the last thing she needed was to get attacked, or captured by one of the Careers at night.
"I know that you're there." Alison called, faking bravery.
"Yes, you do know that I'm here, but where am I, in all truthfulness? Where are any of us? Why are we where we are? Why am I even talking right now? Why am I not dead? Why am I still alive? Why was language invented?" Sylvia asked in a misty voice, trying to confuse her opponent. She jumped around through the bushes, making them rustle in multiple places, constantly moving. She waited for the perfect opening to toss a knife and run....
(You eat shrimp by taking the shell, tail, and legs off. At restuarants they've usually taken the shell and legs off, but if you catch them you have to take everything off.)
"And after she looked at you, you looked at her, no?" Echo asked, sighing. "The same principals apply. Just because she didn't attack doesn't mean that she loves you. It means that she's a nice cat."
"Yes, yes, and then you may find that you've dragged yourself into a situation that you cannot escape. But he is right, you can't guess your own opinions. As I am certain my opinion is that this conversation is annoying now, and I'll be leaving," Echo mewed, using his I'm-better-than-you tone of voice. He stalked off into the bushes, tail held high and slightly hooked at the top, chest puffed out, head in the air contently.
(I have a dogwood tree in my yard. It's pretty when it's covered in flowers~)
"I heard that, and I do laugh along with you. Ha-ha, your situation of woe sends me into a fit of laughter!" Echo called from the bushes where he was finishing half of a large sparrow.
Feeling like a creeper, Echo decided to follow them. He slunk silently through the bushes, his emerald-green eyes watching the fur on the she-cat's shoudler ripple as she moved.
(Sylvia is not a normal person XD)
"Oh, you noticed? Thank you!" Sylvia said, thinking of a new tactic. "Y'know, I'm all for winning the games, but you sound like an epic person. How about I make a secret alliance with you. No biggie. We don't need to kill eachother," She said convincingly. A knife was hidden behind her back as she walked into the open. "Defenseless."
"Well, you're right. We do need more members. I'll think about it." She side-stepped, quickly flicked the knife from her tight fingers. She leaped away on reflex, watching the blade soar through the air. Come on, hit her! She thought, quickly climbing to a low-hanging branch of an oak tree. She quickly produced another knife from her boots, just in case Alsion retaliated.
