Post by Kamish on Jan 26, 2008 3:26:40 GMT -5
Myou groaned softly, setting her forehead against the desk top and sighing heavily. Her hair fell around her face, dividing her from the rest of the world, but frankly, she was glad for this.
She’d been feeling weird for days, restless and full of chaotic energy. One minute she felt calm and happy, the next she was overwhelmed with the desire to yell at the closest person. Closest person, unfortunately, being Akari.
So far, she’d restrained herself, mostly, and had yelled only twice. Akari seemed startled, and slightly hurt by this action, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. It was uncontrollable, and she didn’t even know what the trigger was.
Feeling somewhat defeated, as well as uncertain and frustrated, she lifted her head, gazing blankly at the blackboard for a moment. Myou wasn’t entirely sure it was wise to go to school in such a state, but she was willing to try it.
The first few days had been okay, but now it felt much worse, and the temper spurts had been much more frequent. Over the first few days, the anger had built quickly, but slowly enough that she had time to recognise the symptoms and exercise some control, but now…
Things were getting worse, and she was worried.
Akari had understood after Myou had finally told her what was wrong, and was calm throughout the fits of rage, quiet until they’d passed, then normal once they had.
Myou was grateful that Akari was so level headed.
She sighed again, and glanced around the room. It was lunch, though almost class time again, and some of the more punctual students were already in the room – she had never left.
She didn’t want to risk screaming at someone for no explainable reason.
“Hiwatari-kun!”
There was a stir of anger in her stomach at only the voice, and Myou clenched her fists, feeling red seeping into her vision and her body temperature rise.
All from five syllables. Five syllables spoken by Harada Risa.
That bloody girl had better keep her distance, if she didn’t want… what? Myou wasn’t even sure what she would do anymore, and that frightened her.
She could hear Risa chattering behind her, while Satoshi was silent, occasionally making a small sound in reply to her words, and suddenly everything else in the room was quieter.
Feral fury bubbled inside her, and she couldn’t restrain herself from turning to watch the two. Risa was leaning against a desk beside Satoshi’s, and the blue-haired boy was looking up at her, nodding or speaking occasionally.
Myou bit her lip, looking away as Satoshi looked towards her, clearly sensing someone looking at him.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then?” Risa questioned happily, a smile evident in her voice.
“Yes, Harada-san,” Satoshi replied, a hint of expression in his tone.
‘See you later?’ she wondered, slightly confused and hurt for a reason she couldn’t identify.
Why on earth would that make her… jealous?
Risa brushed past her, smiling down at Myou on the way, and headed for the door.
The scent, Risa’s mixed with Satoshi’s in such a way wore at her control. The thought, the idea of another’s scent with Satoshi’s was infuriating, wrong. Without time to consider the ridiculousness of such a thought, she acted.
She snarled, Yin’s lightning speed aiding her as she vaulted over the desk, slamming bodily into several on the way and knocking Risa down.
The other girl cried out in pain as Myou ignored the presence of a desk or two, letting the brunette’s skull crack audibly against the wood.
Animalistic pleasure rocked through her body, her senses purring at the sound of pain, the feel of fear, the taste of blood.
She barely felt the slightly painful changes as her body morphed, becoming more wolf-like, assuming the half-wolf form Yin was particularly fond of.
Her nails, sharpened with magic, bit into the soft flesh beneath them, and her lips pulled back from razor-sharp fangs.
Risa screamed, terror in her eyes, and struggled beneath her, but all of it was only pleasing her wolf-self. Her mind was chaos, yet so very calm, it was animal, basic instinct and only that, one emotion. Rage.
Her voice was not her own, it was dangerous, rabid.
“Mine,” she purred, eyes flashing between white and blue.
Risa struggled harder, crying, but nothing she could do would ever remove Myou. Myou had all the power of a wolf at her disposal, all the rage of a jealous mate, and all the predatory delight of a huntress behind her.
By now, people were moving to stop her, horrified, but they, like Risa, stood no chance against superior speed and strength.
Before they could comprehend, several were unconscious, and she was atop Risa again, her claws biting viciously into the bloodied skin.
And then her form changed entirely.
Her teeth were around Risa’s forearm, ripping, tearing, proving.
‘Mine!’ she snarled in her mind. ‘All. Mine.’
She jerked her head, feeling the pleasing crunch of bones breaking between her jaws, feeling the stain of crimson spreading over her pitch muzzle. Pure white eyes took in the agony, terror, confusing, prey feelings in Risa’s eyes.
The chocolate orbs bled tears, and it became all the more exciting.
Prey. Hunt. Kill.
Mine.
She released the girl, staggering backwards slightly, shaking her head and splattering blood over.
Risa was sobbing, scrambling backwards as she bled uncontrollably over her school uniform, staining the white a beautiful crimson. Her legs were shaking, and her eyes were closed, as though she wished this were all a nightmare she could escape.
But it was not.
Shuddering, the wolf became a girl again.
Myou’s eyes, slightly glazed, took in her work, and a feral smirk crossed her lips. Pushing lightly against Risa’s shoulders, and taking pleasure in the sob-squeal of fear, she pushed the other girl to the floor.
Her lips brushed against the shell of Risa’s ear.
“He is mine,” Myou said with a voice of silk. “Mine. You shall not touch mine.”
Her claws, resurrected, slashed over the younger twin’s cheek, tearing the flesh open and splattering both pale girls with blood.
It was everywhere, in her mouth, on her lips, over her face, her eyes, her hair, clothes, fingers.
And she loved the feeling.
The razor-sharp nails ripped through Risa’s uniform, tearing her belly open.
Long ago, Risa had lost consciousness, but the lingering scent of fear and the constant scent of blood was enough.
Addictive pleasure shivered through Myou as the warm, slick insides pressed against her fingers, into her hands.
Not dead yet.
She drew Risa’s limp form up with a strength that wasn’t her own, pressing lethal fangs against the faint pulse in her throat.
And bit.
Blood gushed into her mouth, and her eyes drifted close, the beast within her sated by the knowledge that her competition was gone. That she had won her right. Her mate. Hers.
And suddenly, reality returned.
Blood splattered the floor, the desks, her. It was all around her, and none of it was hers. There was so much. Everywhere, in her mouth, overwhelming her senses. Risa’s body was still warm against her, and everything was wet, slicked with the metallic red.
Shakily, she fell back, eyes wide and bile rising in her throat, but the screams came first, pushing past the urge to vomit.
She’d been feeling weird for days, restless and full of chaotic energy. One minute she felt calm and happy, the next she was overwhelmed with the desire to yell at the closest person. Closest person, unfortunately, being Akari.
So far, she’d restrained herself, mostly, and had yelled only twice. Akari seemed startled, and slightly hurt by this action, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. It was uncontrollable, and she didn’t even know what the trigger was.
Feeling somewhat defeated, as well as uncertain and frustrated, she lifted her head, gazing blankly at the blackboard for a moment. Myou wasn’t entirely sure it was wise to go to school in such a state, but she was willing to try it.
The first few days had been okay, but now it felt much worse, and the temper spurts had been much more frequent. Over the first few days, the anger had built quickly, but slowly enough that she had time to recognise the symptoms and exercise some control, but now…
Things were getting worse, and she was worried.
Akari had understood after Myou had finally told her what was wrong, and was calm throughout the fits of rage, quiet until they’d passed, then normal once they had.
Myou was grateful that Akari was so level headed.
She sighed again, and glanced around the room. It was lunch, though almost class time again, and some of the more punctual students were already in the room – she had never left.
She didn’t want to risk screaming at someone for no explainable reason.
“Hiwatari-kun!”
There was a stir of anger in her stomach at only the voice, and Myou clenched her fists, feeling red seeping into her vision and her body temperature rise.
All from five syllables. Five syllables spoken by Harada Risa.
That bloody girl had better keep her distance, if she didn’t want… what? Myou wasn’t even sure what she would do anymore, and that frightened her.
She could hear Risa chattering behind her, while Satoshi was silent, occasionally making a small sound in reply to her words, and suddenly everything else in the room was quieter.
Feral fury bubbled inside her, and she couldn’t restrain herself from turning to watch the two. Risa was leaning against a desk beside Satoshi’s, and the blue-haired boy was looking up at her, nodding or speaking occasionally.
Myou bit her lip, looking away as Satoshi looked towards her, clearly sensing someone looking at him.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then?” Risa questioned happily, a smile evident in her voice.
“Yes, Harada-san,” Satoshi replied, a hint of expression in his tone.
‘See you later?’ she wondered, slightly confused and hurt for a reason she couldn’t identify.
Why on earth would that make her… jealous?
Risa brushed past her, smiling down at Myou on the way, and headed for the door.
The scent, Risa’s mixed with Satoshi’s in such a way wore at her control. The thought, the idea of another’s scent with Satoshi’s was infuriating, wrong. Without time to consider the ridiculousness of such a thought, she acted.
She snarled, Yin’s lightning speed aiding her as she vaulted over the desk, slamming bodily into several on the way and knocking Risa down.
The other girl cried out in pain as Myou ignored the presence of a desk or two, letting the brunette’s skull crack audibly against the wood.
Animalistic pleasure rocked through her body, her senses purring at the sound of pain, the feel of fear, the taste of blood.
She barely felt the slightly painful changes as her body morphed, becoming more wolf-like, assuming the half-wolf form Yin was particularly fond of.
Her nails, sharpened with magic, bit into the soft flesh beneath them, and her lips pulled back from razor-sharp fangs.
Risa screamed, terror in her eyes, and struggled beneath her, but all of it was only pleasing her wolf-self. Her mind was chaos, yet so very calm, it was animal, basic instinct and only that, one emotion. Rage.
Her voice was not her own, it was dangerous, rabid.
“Mine,” she purred, eyes flashing between white and blue.
Risa struggled harder, crying, but nothing she could do would ever remove Myou. Myou had all the power of a wolf at her disposal, all the rage of a jealous mate, and all the predatory delight of a huntress behind her.
By now, people were moving to stop her, horrified, but they, like Risa, stood no chance against superior speed and strength.
Before they could comprehend, several were unconscious, and she was atop Risa again, her claws biting viciously into the bloodied skin.
And then her form changed entirely.
Her teeth were around Risa’s forearm, ripping, tearing, proving.
‘Mine!’ she snarled in her mind. ‘All. Mine.’
She jerked her head, feeling the pleasing crunch of bones breaking between her jaws, feeling the stain of crimson spreading over her pitch muzzle. Pure white eyes took in the agony, terror, confusing, prey feelings in Risa’s eyes.
The chocolate orbs bled tears, and it became all the more exciting.
Prey. Hunt. Kill.
Mine.
She released the girl, staggering backwards slightly, shaking her head and splattering blood over.
Risa was sobbing, scrambling backwards as she bled uncontrollably over her school uniform, staining the white a beautiful crimson. Her legs were shaking, and her eyes were closed, as though she wished this were all a nightmare she could escape.
But it was not.
Shuddering, the wolf became a girl again.
Myou’s eyes, slightly glazed, took in her work, and a feral smirk crossed her lips. Pushing lightly against Risa’s shoulders, and taking pleasure in the sob-squeal of fear, she pushed the other girl to the floor.
Her lips brushed against the shell of Risa’s ear.
“He is mine,” Myou said with a voice of silk. “Mine. You shall not touch mine.”
Her claws, resurrected, slashed over the younger twin’s cheek, tearing the flesh open and splattering both pale girls with blood.
It was everywhere, in her mouth, on her lips, over her face, her eyes, her hair, clothes, fingers.
And she loved the feeling.
The razor-sharp nails ripped through Risa’s uniform, tearing her belly open.
Long ago, Risa had lost consciousness, but the lingering scent of fear and the constant scent of blood was enough.
Addictive pleasure shivered through Myou as the warm, slick insides pressed against her fingers, into her hands.
Not dead yet.
She drew Risa’s limp form up with a strength that wasn’t her own, pressing lethal fangs against the faint pulse in her throat.
And bit.
Blood gushed into her mouth, and her eyes drifted close, the beast within her sated by the knowledge that her competition was gone. That she had won her right. Her mate. Hers.
And suddenly, reality returned.
Blood splattered the floor, the desks, her. It was all around her, and none of it was hers. There was so much. Everywhere, in her mouth, overwhelming her senses. Risa’s body was still warm against her, and everything was wet, slicked with the metallic red.
Shakily, she fell back, eyes wide and bile rising in her throat, but the screams came first, pushing past the urge to vomit.