Post by Random on May 25, 2009 23:40:26 GMT -5
Her agent of chaos
[/color] {K A V I R A}[/right]
[»]Falling in stride without even a second of hesitation he complied, merely following the crimson maiden to her new spot of stance. Enamels raked against her hide, scraping skin though not yet drawing blood. Pain was nothing new to this experienced vix, actually it was more of a welcome relief to her constant numbness. A flick of firey tassels were well placed, aiming to trash at his skull with an err of playfulness. This was a mere icebreaker action, no real meaning behind the movement. For yes, if you dug deep enough into the firey dove you would only find a huge, gaping black hole. Nothingness. Could it even be possible she held a true personality? Probably not. She was constantly changing it to fit her present circumstances, able to switch from cold bitch to sarcastic whore without a moments notice. Complex, definitely. And anyone who thought they had finally pinpointed a true personality trait, or have finally 'figured her out' were surely to be disappointed when she most definitely proved you wrong.
[»]"Fine, you broke me oh mighty one," she called sarcastically, turning her lithe frame strategically to face him as he continued his circles. If he wanted to circle her to time indefinite, fine with her. But she'd be right there beside him, twirling to continuously face him as she attempted to do presently. Matching his various paces with ease and feeling almost a twinge of satisfaction tugging at her innards. Though that must surely just be hunger or thirst, or perhaps it truly was an emotion. One borrowed from her many acts and transfixed into thinking it was actually real. That seemed to happen frequently with Kavira, losing herself to her masks. Not that it bothered her, the only thing she cared about in the world was chaos. If she had to become a broken mare, all the stubbornness and conceited traits stripped away to create eventual madness, then so be it. In all honestly, Kavira was one big complex hypocrite and she didn't mind one bit.
[»]"My calling is Kavira," she spoke without further explanation. She didn't really know whether or not to expect him to reply with his deeming in response, and she really didn't give a rats ass at the moment. Or well, he current persona didn't give a rats ass. Don't forget the 'big, black empty hole' I referred to earlier. The rain now suddenly stopped, and the clouds scattered away from the night sky revealing the glistening moon and stars to match. Occs adverted themselves from ebon stag for a moment to watch this marvel, though it was only for a fleeting second and then she resumed surveying him as she had been doing all the while. In all honesty, at first he had greatly intrigued her. She thought she had him figured out and acted accordingly, though she had been fooled. Yes, Kavira would admit she had been fooled. She would also admit in a fight, he was most likely to win. His stature alone spelled this after all, it was only a matter of experience and certain talents that kept her with even a minuscule of hope at victory. Though really, why should she let it come to that anyway?
[»]"Vocalize your thoughts hellion, what are you to do with a maiden of opposing element?" she pondered aloud, purposely of course. She wasn't stupid enough to let things slip unintentionally like that, oh no. What kind of imbecile do you think of her? Oh, you mention the fact she let this idiota trace circles around her practically all day and night? Well let me explain something, she is very committed. She thought that was the best approach, until she found his boredom was just as profound as her own. And hey, she was mixing things up now so why are you complaining? "Wow, I've just evolved into such a chatty kathy haven't I?" she purred, stepping out of line and gliding over to his side. She spun a tight circle around him, letting their hides brush together for a small moments time. Now she knew why he had enjoyed it so much, it felt quite empowering. Though it wasn't something she'd indulge in for hours, so maybe he was to blame for the bland atmosphere just as much as she was? She had played her move, now it was time for his. Oh, she was so scared.
OoC||Okay, trying to work through my block. I sort of took some liberties with her, not sticking too much by the book and just going with the flow. Sorry if it sucks, sounds weird, or is just plan freakified lol. I'm open to suggestions, I'm just still trying to flesh this wench out, so to speak. So yeah, just PM me if she's starting to suck. My muse has seem to go on vacation >.<.
