Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 8:54:47 PM)
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Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 8:55:04 PM)
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Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 8:55:48 PM)
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Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 8:56:04 PM)
(Heh one big dysfunctional family)

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 8:56:12 PM)
(it's Lobo!)

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 8:56:22 PM)
(rawr)

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 8:59:51 PM)
* Ludovicu was in his natural form stretched out in the front yard of the cabin. Well quite literally taking up the whole front yard as he was a monster of monstrous proportions. His front paws were folded under him and he had his massive jowls resting on his paws. Most of his sundry creatures were no place to be seen for a change.*

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 9:12:11 PM)
(Ello?)

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 9:12:28 PM)
(sorry. I was finishing up some things in eve.)

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 9:12:43 PM)
(Ah okies all good)

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 9:15:31 PM)
(lol)

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 9:23:53 PM)
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Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 9:25:06 PM)
The foliage of the swamp would bend ever so slightly as she would move in to the clearing. It would seem that the softly glowing angelic figure did well in not becoming covered in the muck, her form maintaining it's soft light glow. A smile would come to her lovely, but ambigious features. A hand was dainty by comparasion came out to touch against the large beasts head as he seemed to sleep. Surely he already knew that she was there and she seemed quite comfortable in that fact as she leaned in to him and whispered. "You look so peaceful slumbering... what torrid dreams are running your mind?"

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 9:28:50 PM)
*He of course had known she was there and did not move until she whispered in his ear. A smiled of sorts creased his features bringing his huge fangs into view a scant moment before he rolled over and onto his back and peered up at her with those otherworldly eyes that were the color of freshly mown grass* Who said I was slumbering? *He rumbled* maybe I was luring you into a false sense of security?

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 9:34:25 PM)
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Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 9:34:31 PM)
"Oh really? And then what? You would move stealthly though the underbrush to catch me by suprise?" Her laugh was intoxicatingly musical as her voice rose in to the air. The sounds of simply wrapped around your mind to engross it in a sensation that was mentally euphoric. She leaned back a bit as she rolled to his back in the muck. Her steps would approch him a little closer and her hand would reach out to his massive belly. Her upper body moved across it as she gave the fur there a few loving strokes. "So what is your plan after the sfalse sense of secuity hmm?"

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 9:37:17 PM)
*It was probably best Lobo didn't hear that. A lone woman traveled the edge of the seaward lake. She'd long since stripped off her clothes in exhultation for the night, fleeing from the twilight glow of the city and emancipating herself from unwanted customs. She'd meant to travel the rural areas, perhaps find a certain friend with their scent on the air... instead... something musical drew her near this cabin, a howl building up in her limited throat.*

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 9:39:28 PM)
*He laughed at that and it sounded disturbingly like Jaba the Hut. His hind legs kicking the air as she rubbed his belly the massive killing claws on each toe probably worrisome to about any creature but Zophiel.* You know I am surprisingly stealthy for something of my natural size. *His head cocked then and he looked at the iridescent creature in front of him but one could tell his mind was elsewhere. At long last he spoke up* Loco approaches.

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 9:45:22 PM)
The two were speaking in echnocian (sp?) which was the lyrical tongue of the angels themselves. No, the petite figure of flickering light, seemingly endless swirling currents of water and beauty did not not seem to mind the monstrous vision that was in repose on the ground. Instead she seemed to look upon him with adoration and joy. Flickering eyes taking in the enormous figure as they spoke. "Oh really now? Maybe we'll have to test that theory. Though I doubt tales of the swamp monster are anything that we would want lingering around for the time being... maybe later when we have our home."

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 9:50:04 PM)
Really *He rumbled in the their milk tongue that was much more suited to the construction of his throat in this configuration. Not unlike Loco and her sky clad state Ludovicu was on display though at least he had some fur for a little modesty if you could call it that. * And I think I shall soon have the ability to make our home a bit more like home as well as secure.....some things are coming back to me. *After speaking he rolled back onto his feet and stood on his hind legs with surprising dexterity for something his size and stared intently in the direction he knew Loco was approaching from.*

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 9:50:51 PM)
*Her powerful thighs pushed her through the woods now, a doe's mask on her head with plumes of wild black feathers streamed out behind her. She'd yet had time to dress herself up for the Moon tonight, but a fine dusting of mud clung to her shins and her arms to the elbows, the scents of tobacco and the natural musk of man and woman clung to Lobo. A voluptuous caper, a dance belonging in Vegas, a body that delt soley with the swamp and the mysteries there...*

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 9:55:13 PM)
*She appeared suddenly in their vision, bursting through the brush with surprising silence, a white flame clad in mud and blood. Her arms raised up and grabbing at air as she'd leaped a fallen log. Her trajectory would have taken her well passed the cabin if it wasn't for their movements catching her eyes. Lobo paused to a trot and stood, her orbs like captured moons from inside the hollow eyes of the skull she wore. A bit of meat still clung to it along with substances like tobacco, raspberries, and mud.*

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 9:57:04 PM)
"Oh?" Her voice would raise ever so slightly, but it seemed the beast was becoming distracted. "Things are coming back to you then? Really? Things like what?" Her eyes widened and the sense of urgency could be felt her voice. She watched as he moved towards the forests. Her eyes following the truely suprising limber movement The voice would stop however as she took in the vision that was Loco. Her lips parted, but no sound came from them. Instead she simply started as the woman that was rolled in earth and carcuss. The vision of her causing her to freeze.

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:01:39 PM)
*When Lobo appeared so suddenly the hulking Zaltu tracked her with his gleaming eyes and even quirked massive brow at her appearance. His black pug nose flaring as he took in her unusual scents for the evening. In fact he even leaned his massive head more toward her sniffing more deeply before he sat back on his haunches. He then switchted to conventional english for their guests benefit* a new outfit Loco? *Thick black lips pulled back in what seemed to be a smile as the action exposed more massive fangs. His stubby little tail flickered rapidly as he glanced at the glowing aurora that was Zophiel gauging if she had anymore clue than he did.*

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:05:09 PM)
*Lobo, who looked as if she'd been caught in a theatrical light, put her hands down. At the same time she stood with a straiter back, her head tilting. Lobo seemed less like the girl before, and something... more deeply meaningful. As if she'd donned the mask and herself became the spirit of the Winter Sun. This night an auspicious one for Nature, among the longest nights of the year. Lobo spent it carousing naked, having forgotten even the loincloth she'd donned the night prior, the festivities clinging on her like a second hand perfume... dimly. Pitty it was not her in a more active role of Life...*

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:08:09 PM)
Zophiel would be absolutly silent. In fact it would seem that the normally talkative and charismatic defiler was stunned it would seem. Orbs that held images of desire and the ocean were now filled with nothing. While the beast observered and Lobo became the star of the show; she did not seem to take notice. Her line of sight fixed on Lobo, but it was clear that she was not actually looking at the woman. Lobo's display of life and nature had triggered something within the creature of fluidity.

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:12:13 PM)
*Still not sure what to make of the display Ludovicu stalked closer to Loco waling on all fours his huge claws digging up the swampy earth as he strode forward. Yet he did so tentatively clearly giving the odd shifter time to retreat if she was so inclined. At last he asked* celebrating? *He then looked back toward the oddly transfixed vision of his consort* you remind her of things from the past you know?

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:12:22 PM)
*She took a tentative step toward them, the pale of her dusky thighs flashed naked in the moonlight. Her fingers drew up her sides with enough pressure to leave temporary red marks to frame her navel. Lobo dipped into a nod, acknowledging the friends of the Father in a greating very much attuned to the season. The captured moons for eyes shifted to either of them, they could tell she was smiling. Her breath steaming and strong under the doe's skull, a recent kill still lingering on her lips.* Is Winternight, should be dancing... should be together. *Her tone held the husky nature, and soon 'dancing' took on other meanings belonging to mated pairs.*

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:13:10 PM)
i'do not know. *She tilted her head at Armand, some how infused with the strength not to retreat...*

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:21:59 PM)
Though oxygen wasn't something she was in need of in this state, her chest would rise sharply as she felt herself pulled towards this reality once more. Around her light seemed to grown dimmer and brighter all the time. Her very form started to become distorted to some degree. As if the other two were watching her on tv and the signal had become bad and she threated to fade out of existance itself. A pained look came across her features, but the static in her being would soon fade. The anguish and in her features would slowly fade and her hand would come up to have face. "My apologies... sometimes memories are a little stronger than one would like them to be.

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:23:09 PM)
Welcome again Lobo... you are very festive. I... "

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:24:11 PM)
Is not dressed for the Night. *Lobo mused, prancing a little away from them, a trailing scent of wintermint oil wandering behind her.*

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:28:18 PM)
You do *was his only response to Loco as he sniffed her once more.* And I doubt you would want to watch us 'dance.' * Ludovicu added having figured out what she had meant. His head tilted and his gleaming eyes narrowed in thought* ah it is the longest night! *The hulking beast rumbled at last* And I think our natural forms are festive enough are they not? Indeed it is good you are here though as what I was eluding to is that Savannah *he used her mortal host name so as not to tip* might indeed be your mother of sorts.

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:28:59 PM)
"You are dressed fine." Her face would become light with the soft raidant glow of a mothers smile. Even though she smiled, there was a shadow of tragdy and pain that was painted across her features all the same. She moved slowly towards Loco, but she would stop a fair distance away from her. Her hand would come to her bare chest, though... in her angelic presances it was hard to notice that she was in fact devoid of clothing. "You just... remind me of one that was so close to my heart. You remind me of them so much... " Her voice lilted as she spoke. As if she were trying to holdback a dam of emotion that sought to pour out. "Dance?"

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:32:32 PM)
*for once, lobo didn't back down from the approach. She did, however, find it strange. She'd shed her flaws in the woods for the night, leaving a creature of the wood in all her seductive qualities. Her vulpine body shifting with a roll of child-bearing hips, the music created in the woods without, her belly forming the sound of a wolf's song. It traveled through her lungs, her throat, and out her lips. A Howl from the very bottom of her gleeful heart. It peeled through the trees, beckoning them to join her.*

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:33:09 PM)
(4 sux on Perform: Howl)

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:37:24 PM)
*Not knowing really what else to do the massive Zaltu lowered himself to his belly near Loco since he had indeed seen her sitting on the Lord Inquisitor. His head turned questioningly toward the gleaming form of Zophiel as he left the matter of figuring out the proper interaction to her. For his part he seemed to offer himself as some sort of big furry pony. The haunting echo of the howl did not seem to have any affect on him other than to cause him to raise his paws over his ears a moment as if the volume hurt.*

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:47:31 PM)
"I see..." That almsot oppressing sadness started to lift as she watched the strange shifting woman undulate and howl in to the air. Zophiel would lean her head back and raise her voice in to the air as well. She too would howl in to the air, but it was no where near as animalistic as the Locos. Instead her voice was more like the wind through caves of waterfalls. As the sounds raised into the heavens her own body to begin to slowly undulate. Her movements were as graceful as the seas. Her body writhing to un head songs as she found herself falling in to the celebration.

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:49:55 PM)
*She stepped gingerly toward Armand, thankfully a human throat wasn't nearly as loud as a wolf's. Her hand smoothed over his back with a care as to not allow him to touch her immediately. This was a strange feeling, hunting with beings clearly not of Lobo's cast or rank. Still she found herself throwing a shapely calf over his shoulders, sliding into his saddle-esque plates. her eyes showed she was smiling, prof-positive as she pulled her mask back to expose her face. Lobo leaned down, pressing her lips in a scarlet smear on Armand's own. Upside down for now, and as close to his mouth as she could get. The scent of violence and blood clung to her favorably, a contrast to the life-giving festival in her heart.* Let us hunt. Let there be Death. Then... there be Life. *She sighed, her eyes drifting to Savannah's dance, approving.*

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:53:12 PM)
*The massive beast was clearly surprised when Loco pressed her lips to him but it was only shown in a slight twitch near one of his dinner plate sized eyes. He turned his attention to Savannah as she seemed to get into the spirit of things as well and he remained with his body lowered to the ground as he addressed his consort* coming with us?

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:54:10 PM)
(Enchanting voice/ 2 suxx btw on the whole.. song dance.. what not)

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:57:41 PM)
(I'm being called elsewhere!)

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:57:56 PM)
(But.... I only intended for them to hunt, so... nothing too waaaay out there)

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:57:58 PM)
(Alrighty thanks for the scene)

Loco Lobo (Dec 20, 2010 10:58:02 PM)
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Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:58:18 PM)
(well... I started this post... should I even finish it?)

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 10:58:29 PM)
(Sure go ahead)

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 10:59:36 PM)
"I've not hunted before." The soft words would seemed to pour from her lips like honey from the pot. It would not take her long to take action however. She would move to the beast and launch herself upon him. She hestitated as she found herself behind the sittish woman. And it would seem that Lobo was still the skittish short. The moment that Zophiel would move cloe to her she would ound out and way in to the tree line. A deep inhale was taken that pall of sadness would come over Zophiel. "Maybe.. I was wrong?"

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 11:06:59 PM)
*Armand shook his head and let out a long rumbling purr/growl. He then switched back to the spidery language of their origins as it still suited this throat better than the more common mortal tongue* as much as I hate to admit it that creature really baffles me. I have no idea what so ever to make of her. I understand it is the longest night....and possibly something to do with her religon but that was completely confusing. She was also really uh, sexual unless I missed something. *The beast tilted its head back to look at its mate even as it stood leaving her on his shoulders and elevating her a great distance above the ground.*

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 11:12:27 PM)
"That is how some celebrate the longest night. It's is a symbolic action meant to urge the sun back in to it's high point. It is also a celebrations of bringing forth what's new. Some human cultures joined their matings on this night and they would know of their pregnacy by spring which is a time of birth and renewal." A faint grin came to her lips as she leaned in against him. Her body would streach out upon his as she drew closer to that monsterous head. "I've been doing a little research in to how humans... beleive."

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 11:15:35 PM)
She is not exactly human. *He began trottting off toward the lake his thick muscles and fur undulating against her as he carried her off into the night.* And I am disappointed in you. You did not even get possesive when the naked woman riding on my back kissed me. *The Zaltu made a sound sort of like a really large dog choking on a bone that she might recognise as a laugh. Once more the noise was disturbingly like Jaba The Hut* But since you have never hunted I guess I shall have to remedy that.

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 11:25:45 PM)
"What is there to get possessive over? She is nothing in comparison to me. Plus I do not want to scare her off just yet or upset the Lord Inqusitror either." The last statement came with a big of a growl. He would not see the scowl due to her position upon her back, but he would feel her fingers growing tighter with in his fur. On the same token he would feel her body press against his back as he moved throught he swamp with ease. "And I relize she isn't human, but... they can appear as humans, they talk like them and they obviously follow some premative spiritual path."

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 11:31:49 PM)
*He of course noted her none verbal reaction but did not comment. Instead he wadded out up to his withers in the salty waters of the lake and oddly for a creature of his size he hardly left a wake and barely made the waters splash.* She confuses me horridly. But if I am judging your reaction right you are still pretty confident she is a descendant of one of yours. *He lowered his massive head a bit and peered across the surface of the water and froze not moving a muscle for the longest time as he watched. She might think he was done speaking but then after a while he moved on a bit further and continued* and having her and her ilk around our holdings can only serve to help our ends. *And once more he paused his head lowered as he watched the surface of the water intently.*

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 11:37:42 PM)
"You don't think that she doesn't confuse me as well? She drives me insane when I think about it all. She just... I don't know. I can not bear to think that she and her kind are anything but our decendants. Maybe not mine directly... no... they do not have my traits, but I was not the only one...." Her voice would drift off as he grew silent and settled in to the cold night swamp water. Her eyes would close as the light she emitted would be dulled as much as she could. She would bed herself down in to her fur and cuddled against him. Her eyes looking out to to the darkness as she waited with him.

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 11:41:50 PM)
*Suddenly he lunged and his huge head splashed deeply into the water. When it came up a writhing gator was clasped in his jaws and there was a sudden and sharp shake of his head and the sound of bones breaking and the animal went still. He then turned back toward shore* Hmmmm, where there any of my house in the project? If I was to guess wildly I would say that those like Loco display characteristics closer to my House. But then again who is to say a hybrid has to follow any specific path in its evolution? *Reaching shore he added* indeed she could be one of yours who has just developed differently than you expected.

Savannah Devereaux (Dec 20, 2010 11:50:59 PM)
A cry would be released in to the air as it would seem that the Lammasu was a terrible hunter. Her fingers grew tighter in to the fur of his back as he lunged in to the water. A cascade of liquid would raise up. The defilers attentions distracted by the feelof the water against her skin as the creature of pure power and wilderness below her went in for a truely amazing kill. When his head and the gator rose, her eye snapped to him at the sound of one and snew in the air. Her eyes went wide and her arms wrapped around him tight and she laughed. "My strong hunter strikes again and strikes well. We'll be eating this for a while..."

Armand Duplessis (Dec 20, 2010 11:56:45 PM)
*Again that creepy laugh eminated from the beast as it trotted back toward the cabin. His powerful and furry body undulating against her rhythmically....little girls all seem to love horses but a mere horse has nothing on being mounted on a beast like Ludovicu.* All depends really on what form we eat in. If I ate it like this I could simply swallow it whole and leave nothign at all for you. *Once more he was oddly able to talk with his mouth full as she had seen before. Possibly a result of the fact he was more spirit than flesh and bone at the end of the day. He then gave a sly look over his shoulder* and you avoided my question. *He often could not decide if she was putting him off or if it was simply her short attention span.*