At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on September 29, 2012 at 09:20:52 PM by karakurenai
The lean wolfess stretched luxuriously and rose from her kill, a glutton's smirk painted in crimson upon her delicate features. Only a few pieces of her kill remained, as Karakurenai was not one to endorse wastefulness, especially not when dealing with a scrumptious item such as this. She'd finally found it, the rare, succulent dinner that she'd been searching for so fastidiously. Yes, she had finally attained what she desired... Karakurenai had eaten the perfect pup. This rare specimen was neither too bony or too fatty, with tender meat and a very cute screaming voice. In short, a delicacy for it's species. Yes, Karakurenai was a vampire, or, at the very least, that was one of the most polite terms that she could be called. Some ignorant wolves found it suitable to get into rather vulgar terminology, but since those wolves weren't alive anymore, it hardly mattered now, did it? Call her what you will, from her side of the matter she was simply a lady with an exotic appetite. She liked her food hot, fresh, and, if fortune dictated it, still squirming... being of the canine variety was a huge must, too.
She was content, totally at ease with the current scenario. The sun shone down on the whole situation with a certain ironic benevolence. The brightest star in the sky seemed pleased by the display of savagery that had just played out before it. The grass was green, the creatures of the feild fat on the bounty of summer. Although the crisp scent of autumn was falling over the domain, the three-year old could handle herself in any weather. Everything was going well today, just as everything would doubtless go well tomorrow. The multi-toned goddess didn't believe in fate or fortune - things could go wrong at any time for anyone. However, she was as sure as one could be that her time wasn't going to come within the span of a few years.
A wonderful lunch just had to be washed down by a drink of water - that was indisputable. Not wanting to get indigestion from the fluffy fur of her recent victim, the lass paraded down toward the waterfront, her sinewy figure moving with the elegance and grace of a skilled huntress. Her attractive form didn't blend in, but she hardly cared, since no one in the place even cared about her until she got close enough for them to get a good whiff of her. Family fun and equality may have been endorsed in loner-land, but for some reason, no one wanted to be friends with our flawlessly polite murderer. Although she kept herself scrupulously clean, she was told that she stank. How offending. Oh well, she guessed that the scent of blood and death, which was as a perfume to her, wasn't so lovely to other's sniffers. But what was it that the philosophers said nowadays - 'it doesn't matter what others think as long as you like it.' Well, she liked it very much, so, according to that rather famous line, she was fine, no?
Karakurenai lightly danced out of the grasses when her cold amber eyes alighted on a likely target. She wasn't up for another snack at the moment, but the sight of a calm-looking, black pelted boy. He was laying on the ground next to the carcass of a doe, looking cool as could be. Other nut-cases such as herself didn't make great conversationalists, so it was nice to share a nice, heart to heart, cockle-warming speech. With this intention in mind, she oriented her lissome bodice in the direction of this fellow, slinking forward with the elegance of a lion stalking its quarry. Upon reaching the male, she halted, gazing upon him, amusement in her vindictive eyes.
"Good day."
ooc: Hello~ I enjoy the character concept, but think that you can do a few things to make your posts better... You don't have to follow my advice, lol, and don't want to sound all bossy and stuff, so just ignore me if you want, kay :3... So I'd suggest:
No need for definitions... must of us are aware of (most) definitions, and they actually make your post look less cool. Remember, if you don't post the def, it makes it seem like you know them naturally XD. Maybe Tone down on the big words (to an extent - I still like them) and focus on the flow. Try using more description to get us in the moment <3 Otherwise, great~ He's cute <3
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