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[atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Craquotte-Corrupttblscrollmiddle.png] [scrolly:h(160),w(300),sy] The sun blazed in the cerulean sky like a pale , yet hot fire ball. It's rays penetrated earth's protective atmosphere like a knife through hot butter , hitting the surface and heating the planet like a kitten in an oven. The air trembled , making the heat waves clearly visible , and giving water like mirages in the near distance. The easy breeze that blew was cool and refreshing , and the creatures of nature cherished it while it lasted , before it died down and the heat returned. A very large she cat strutted about the western kingdom , her pelt like a rainbow of browns , rippled with muscles in the sun as her large , cream colored paws hit the ground gently and silently. Her movements acted as if they had a mind of their own , knowing were to step and how , even though the cat had no persuer , and was not hunting at the time , and there was no danger at all. Or , at least that is how it was for her. She was afraid of nothing , after all , there was nothing to fear , and she had nothing to loose anyway. Why bother ?? Craquotte had no idea whatsoever where the hell she was going. Did she care ?? No. She had nothing better to do anyway. Life as a serf was pretty easy going , at least for her anyway. Having no owner and all , being free to do and go as she pleased was the life. Well , technically she was not allowed in the eastern kingdom , or go anywhere really , but it didn't matter to her one bit. Rules was something she didn't like to follow or obey , it just wasn't her thing. She would have loved to be a vagrant , loved it. But noooo , she had to support her cocky ass brother instead. Fuck that , as soon as he became a part of the council , she'd get the hell out of this place. She didn't belong. In fact ...she didn't belong anywhere. Eventually the she - cat came upon a large area. She'd been here before , it was her favorite place. The others called it The Inner Courtyard , an area of a sparsely populated castle , which was collapsing on itself by the day , old and ancient. History was all over the castle , marks and holes of gun bullets and cannon bombs scarred the man - made structure , and the beautiful stone walls surrounding the castle was destroyed and wounded in places. The air here was cleaner , fresh , and cool in this time of the year. The grass was a foot tall , long and a rich green color , soft like satin and flowing like waves. Flowers littered the area here and there , in patches and bushes , and in the very heart of the yard was a large pond , with a couple fish swimming delicately in the water. And the best of all : The Courtyard was filled with rose bushes. It was her small little handful of Heaven that she could treasure and swim in whenever she wanted to. Her resurrection , her happy place , her sanctuary. This was her part of the kingdom , hers , and she sought to make sure of that. Everyone knew this place was guarded by her , and they respected that. It was pretty funny to them actually ...a beautiful she cat like she would waste her time around a bunch of rose bushes instead of doing something productive. Craquotte purred at the sight of it , and paced quickly over to one of the bushes. Her pawsteps hit the ground lightly as the grass brushed against her long pelt , the breeze ruffling her fur ever so slightly. She approached the rose bush , her pink nose digging into the middle of a gorgeous , perfect red rose. She inhaled its sweet and sharp scent like a starving child lusting nutrients. Her eyes fluttered slightly as the scent struck her and spread through her veins like a toxin. She inhaled once more , letting the effect sink in. When she opened her eyes , they were slightly glazed over , and her paws grew weak. She rubbed her pelt against the thorns , then collapsed on her side , purring and inhaling the roses on her face and ground. The she cat lay there under the bush , her allergy to roses acting like a drug , and the effect was worse than it seemed. Loud purrs rumbled in her chest as the euphoric feeling grew stronger and stronger by the minute. Hopefully no one would see her , she looked silly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JUST DONT TRUST THESE LIARS AT THE DOOR - Open KILL THE ONES THAT HAVE THE ANSWERS FOR - muse ; lots THE QUESTIONS I WILL NEVER SAY - 800 roses THEY KEEP ME SAFE AND SOUND - Someone make this interesting (; She won't bite

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[Zombie]

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[atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Zombie-Corrupttablepicmid.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(204),sy] Why the fuck is it so sunny? Damon thought to himself, feeling sulky as usual. Today just wasn't helping. The vagrant tom had once again wandered where he wasn't supposed to, but it's not like he cared. Why should he? He glared ahead, squinting his eyes against the rays of the harsh sun. He didn't even know where he was. Judging from his surroundings, he assumed he was in the Western Monarchy. Which part, he didn't know. But he had a feeling he would soon find out. Damon sucked in a deep, cleansing breath as a blast of wind danced his way, quickly dying down, making the heat even more unbearable. He shook out his dark gray tabby coat, little hairs flying everywhere. Great, he though, I'm shedding too. As the tomcat wove his way through bushes and trees, unsure of where he was heading, he spotted a small bird in the distance, pecking away at at the ground. Damon was reminded of his empty stomach, which growled in anticipation as he watched bird with a hungry blue gaze. He crouched, his belly just barely brushing the hot ground, and moved toward the bird. He opened his mouth, breathing in the sweet smell of fresh prey. Just as he was getting within catching distance, the bird jumped and spotted him, clumsily taking off into the air. "Fuck!" Damon growled, quickly sprinting towards it, leaping into the air and snagging a claw into its shiny black feathers. He snatched the bird down with him, digging his claws into it once he reached the ground. It was a messy catch, but it would feed him nonetheless. Grabbing the bird in his mouth, he sulked in no particular direction, looking for a decent place where he could eat in peace. Shit, maybe he'd even find some nice shade in this hell hole. In the distance, Damon could see something that resembled a courtyard. Ahh, I know where I am now, the tom thought to himself, clutching his prey tighter. There was bound to be shade there. He began to swiftly trot towards the promising area, which looked pretty much abandoned. He made the decision not to stop and check for cats, which turned out to be a mistake. What he saw was a beautiful field of roses, and rolling around he spotted a female. Dammit, he swore, lashing his tail. he was pretty close to her, so she most likely feel his presence. If not, maybe he could just sneak away... He clutched his bird tighter in his mouth and slowly backed away, taking extra care not to make any noise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SO SICK, OF FEELING NUMB - word count ; 4 3 4 YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE - notes ; gah. it sucks, I know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . amazing table made by Corr. <3 [/scrolly]

[`C.ORRUPT !]

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[atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Craquotte-Corrupttblscrollmiddle.png] [scrolly:h(160),w(300),sy] A gust of wind suddenly invited itself to disturb the peaceful area , rustling the massive branches of trees and rippling through the grass , making it look like waves in the ocean. Debris was thrown into the air , swirling and dancing like ballet dancers , as if they had their own mind. The wind blew the overbearing heat of the sun into the Courtyard , ruffling the feathers of a nearby blackbird , whom was attempting to relieve itself of the terrible heat. It scuttled a little in the grass , before it gave a short , subtle cry of sheer fear and surprise at the sight of a large grey pelted creature. It took off , before it was pulled to the ground again , its shriek cut off short and silenced as its life was given to the feline that relieved him of the earth. All this rustling and bustling broke the silence of the peaceful courtyard , and drew the attention of the only other feline in the area. Craquotte was very content in what she was doing , and could do this all day , everyday , for as long as she lived if she could. Her ears were stuffy , as if she were at a high altitude enough to make them pop , but she still heard the rustling pawsteps of a cat. Her pink nose was buried into a white rose , her eyes half closed and her chest rumbling with a deep purr , like that of a mother cat would when caring for a kit. Her gorgeous brown pelt was littered with rose petals. Craquotte turned her head to look behind her , and her large eyes caught sight of a large gray - pelted tabby. She could tell he was a male by his stronger scent , and he held a small blackbird tightly in his jaws. His eyes held a look of hope and disappointment. Disappointed that he saw her , and hope that she would ignore him. Which of course , was already too late. "Where do you think you're going ??" She cooed , reluctant to leave her bed of roses and pulled herself to her feet , not bothering to shake off the rose petals. She stepped closer to him , laying her rump on the ground and giving a bit of space , just in case he wasn't the very 'social' type. That's alright , she wasn't either. That euphoric feeling of roses didn't just help her forget , it made her act completely different. Hopefully it wouldn't scare the kid away. "Don't bother running away without introducing your handsome self." She gave a light smile and looked upon him patiently , hoping he'd stay. She was getting kind of lonely ... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JUST DONT TRUST THESE LIARS AT THE DOOR - Damon KILL THE ONES THAT HAVE THE ANSWERS FOR - muse; alot THE QUESTIONS I WILL NEVER SAY - 465 roses THEY KEEP ME SAFE AND SOUND - No its fine (: Lol sorry about Craquotte ..e__e

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[Zombie]

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[atrb=background,http://i1179.photobucket.com/albums/x399/Havocinthenight/Zombie-Corrupttablepicmid.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(204),sy] 'Where do you think you're going ??' Oh for shit's sake, Damon thought to himself, flicking his tail in an irritated manner. He turned his head slightly, so that the female was in his focus. Oh God, what if she starts flirting. He forced himself to relax his stance as she sat on her behind, graciously giving him a bit of room. He eyes her cautiously, half sitting and half standing. He didn't like where this was going. 'Don't bother running away without introducing your handsome self.' Damon growled sulkily, wishing he could just get away already. He wasn't the social type; never has been, never will be. Why didn't others understand? He made a mistake coming here, and he knew it. Now he was stuck talking to this random girl who probably thought he was a freak and was just pretending to be curious. Maybe she was just horny. "I'm Damon. You don't need to know the rest," he muttered, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he should make a break for it. It's not like she would chase after him. She looked high as fuck, anyway, and probably wanted to be alone. He shook his head, attempting to clear the jumbled thoughts inside his head. You know what, fuck it. Instead, he planted his ass right there on the ground a little closer to her. Maybe if he was nice enough, he'd get laid. "And what's your name, lovely?" He purred, his voice probably sounding sweet to her but it sounded foreign and fake to him. Hey, she was hot, he'd admit that much. Okay, Damon. You can do this. Just don't be yourself. This might be your chance. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - SO SICK, OF FEELING NUMB - word count ; 2 8 O YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE - notes ; sorry for the waait, don't hate me. Dx and it sucks, i know. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . amazing table made by Corr. <3 [/scrolly]