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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 11:47 pm
 A day ago...
Strange noises filled his underwater den. Rapid clicking, moaning of pain from his victims. For Blërin, this was just another night spent killing his enemies. A new noise popped up, a challenger to the murderous intent of the mertiger. As always with a new quest, he chuckled and accepted it. Deep into his gaming world, he saw a blaze of new characters never before passed his eye. He enjoyed it more so than he normally would. Skulls, unique level up statistics, and the awesome design of the game intrigued his eyes. He was happy, literally happy. As the night went on, he continued harshly and rapidly clicking and killing the night away on his newest technology, working hard to quickly make it through the quest alive and not break the gaming system he worked so hard to create. Hours pasted, he didn't bother eating or showering that day since he was fully engulfed in his world. As he began to be in the finishing touches of the quest, he felt dawn approaching because his eyes knew when the light fell upon the earth once more. Blërin saved the game, hating sunlight more than anything else in the world, second to that of losing progress in a game, of course.
The tired mertiger settled down and began sleeping, having the most horrid nightmare about his game being destroyed. He had enjoyed the quest too much and now feared of losing his progress. He stirred deep into the day-light hours, letting a deeper sleep engulf him in the afternoon, seemingly peaceful.
As night falls upon the lands, Blërin was just awaking from his slumber. He yawned widely, walking out to go into the small area outside his home, not thinking of the game at that point in time. In looking up at the fading sunlight, he caught something in the corner of his eye moving away from him. Slowly, he moved into the stream near-by and swam under the water. From what he could tell, the creature looked pretty beat up from under the water. When it stopped, Blërin appeared at the bank, taking a better look at the creature that caught his attention so early in his morning. His dark eyes looked over the body gently, getting slightly wider as he saw her features, suddenly reminded of the quest back home he wanted to finish up. He ignored that fact for now and debated what to do. Quickly, Blërin pushed himself out of the water, calling out to her, "Oi, can I ask you a favor?" He moved, getting a thin piece of bark, then looked back to her, "Can I ask for your print, as in an autograph?" His eyes watched her carefully, wanting her to personally destroy the flimsy piece of bark in his paw. Blërin smiled and waited, even if she didn't do as he intended to keep his interest in her, he'd still have an epic autograph of a natural live action roleplayer. He paused a moment, thinking it over, but shook his head a little and decided this was best, even if it killed him. Blërin's mind wandered from the game once more, lost in thought about meeting the real thing right before his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:10 pm
Eventually, the goddess Stealth's long quest for amusement brought her to a river. Her magenta eyes peered into the clear liquid, seeing the silouhette of fish darting about, to and fro. Hmm. She thought. The tigress could easily touch her paw to the water and it would turn the nastiest black color, fish floating up to the surface, but fish taste so much better when fresh and not rotting. So, after catching enough and eating her fill, a tongue flicked out and licked her chops before turning to move away from the flowing water.
As she was about to embark on her quest again, a sound hitting her ears caused her to stop, ears upright in hopes to catch it again. Stealth remained still, muscles tense, waiting for whatever it was that was foolish enough to try to sneak up on her. Hearing a splash behind her, she knew where the 'threat' was coming from. The question confounded her, as an ear swiveled to face the direction a voice called out to her. A favor? Unfortunately, her curiosity was getting the upper hand of herself as she slowly turned her head to look at who wanted her to do something for them. At what she saw, a brow quirked, her curiosity peaqued even more. What is that? It was a tiger, but it's tail... was that a fish tail? Hmm... well, if this moron pisses me off, I guess I could eat it. She thought with a devious chuckle as the tigress then turned to face the approaching male. She watched as the... mertiger, she guessed she could call it, approached her with a piece of bark. At his request, she gave him a look as if asking, 'You got to be kidding me?' before looking at the piece of wood at her feet. She snorted. Lifting a paw, a dark reddish aura started to glow around it and as she touched it to the choice of 'paper'. As soon as the pads came in contact, the wood started to turn black and crinkle in itself, the grass under and surrounding it also withering and changing color. "There... now leave me alone." With that, she turned to walk away again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:46 pm
Blërin's eyes lit up gently, "You are so perfect..." His tail twitched lightly, partially from excitement and partially from the fact he met someone as epic as she in these boring days. "Do you have a place to stay?" he asked, noticing it beginning to get lighter outside.
He despised sunlight, shuddering at the very thought of being out in it. He took up the few remaining burnt pieces of his 'autograph' and slid back into the water, constantly smiling since he was just that happy.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 6:29 pm
She watches as the mertiger seemed to grow excited from her "autograph", but seemed unimpressed. At his comment about her being perfect, she puffed her chest out and smirked. "You have good taste." The tigress rumbled softly, tail swishing softly. She didn't answer his question about if she had a place to stay or not as she got up and walked to the river where he 'stored' his new possession she just gave him. She felt that he didn't need to know that sort of information.
Reaching the river bank, she looked at the black path behind her that she had just created. The view caused her to chuckle yet again, before she turned to the water and lowered her head to lap at the refreshing liquid. As she moved away from the water, she seemed to notice that the male has been starting to 'shy' away from the approaching light and just continued to watch him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:15 am
He began to turn away as he yawned widely, cautiously looking around. He stretched out his body a bit, sinking his paws into the water, letting his fish tail slip on in after him, resurfacing afterwards, "I doubt you vould stay if I asked, but I cannot stay out in zis light.. It's not good for my skin, or my behavior pattern.." He said, swimming around slowly.
Blërin paused, looking over the very curious, perfect being he found, sighing a little bit as he floated backwards, down the river. "If you do stay near here, I'll come back out at night and search," he flipped up a little, looking back to her, adding a brief statement, "My name is Blërin, and I hope I can find you aftervards vhen zat bloody sun goes down." He slipped underwater before the sun fully rose into a beautiful new day. He despised it all, happy with his night time and the beauty he saw in it. Blërin went into his den and curled up into a small bundle, falling asleep.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 1:21 pm
This male was sure interesting, and not only for the fact of his fish like lower half. No, she had gotten over that by this time. What she now found interesting was that he seemed to be nocturnal as he griped about the sun not being good for his skin or behavior. The time that the sun was out was the best time of the day. But then again, she's looking at it in the point of view that the morning is when most of her 'victims' are usually awake. No matter the time, she could be found destroying something when she wasn't hunting or sleeping, that is.
As he sank into the water, her tail flicked as she idly groomed a paw, eying the sack that carried her "souvenirs" that was tied around it. It seemed that the male wanted to see her again. A thought caused a smirk to tug at her lips. Who wouldn't want to be with her? They should all be waiting in line to be in her presence. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. With a snort, she got up to walk away, tail flicking. "Hmm... I can't guarantee anything." Was all she said before he slipped underwater and she slowly cantered away.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 1:33 pm
As day began to break, he slithered into his small bed and let his tail flicker in a small puddle beside his air pocket of a den. He began to fall asleep, tucking his paws under his head, the collar removed from his neck so not to get it ruffled up needlessly.
Blërin spent most of the 'horrid' morning and the whole afternoon dead asleep in his den, having dreams after day-mares and continuously repeated in an odd pattern. At the end of each day-mare, his tail flickered subconsciously, as if marking each day-mare he encountered.
Being a technology sort of genius, he had a habit of recording anything in his dreams that seemed worth-while to make into a game or something of the sort. As the sun began to set, he began to awaken, yawning a little.
He shifted out of his little bed and went to get a small piece of raw fish as his "breakfast." He stretched slowly and began to leave his home, looking back at the pieces of scrap wood he had as her print, truly hoping he could find her.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 5:12 pm
As the rays of the sun started to peek over the horizon, Stealth stirred from the branch she had settled herself on during the night. A small yawn escaped from her as she glided down to the gound, paws elegantly landing onto the dirt. There, she lifted a paw and began grooming it. As she licked the digits of her paw, her magenta eyes caught sight of the little sack that was tied around it and gave herself a toothy grin. She was quite proud of her 'collection', especially the one mounted over her head. Her work always amazed her.
As the sun rose higher, now starting to shine in her eyes, one of her wings wrapped around to block it. Looking at the leathery appendage, the grin faded. These weren't her greatest works that she did. Spreading her other wing, she glanced them over. They were mangled, bones showing, muscles rotten... she was surprised she was even still able to fly with them. It could have been worse, she could have destroyed them completely when this happened. She couldn't blame herself either, she was young, having just developed her destructive powers... it was better her wings than her sister anyways.
Once she was cleaned, she stood up and stretched out her limbs. After that, she glanced to the river where the odd mer-tiger disappeared into. He seemed to have some affinity toward her, perhaps she should grace him with her presence again? It wouldn't hurt. With that, she stalked toward the winding stream.
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