Post by morgana on Dec 19, 2011 20:29:17 GMT -5
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Purple eyes took in the sights of the city as the mischievous Morgana slowly strolled along the streets of the shadiest part of town. She had been nearly everywhere else and had yet to find a single fun thing to do aside of talking candy from small children while being in the form of a giant rat. Naturally, she only did it when the parents were not looking and changed back when they did look. It had been a fun game but now it bored her. She needed a bit more of a challenge.
Back in the desert she had more challenges. More difficult encounters with people who looked tough but were really just chickens. All she needed to do was find out what they were afraid of and make their reality their worst nightmare. The thought of it made a sly smirk appear on her fair, violet framed, face. If only she could do that here. With so many people in this city, it was difficult for her to focus on any one person long enough to observe them properly.
A brief shine caught Morgana’s eye. A single window of glass glittered in the sunlight like the holy grail for people who enjoyed breaking things. Most of the windows in this part of the city were broken and boarded up, or at least broken. This one shining treasure of momentary boredom relief was exactly what she was looking for. Scooping up a rock she tossed it into the air a few times before humming it at the window. Instead of the blissful sound of shattering glass, a dull thump. The rock had lodged itself in the window. No wonder it wasn’t yet broken, it was made of fake glass.
The chaotic woman swore loudly at her misfortune. It was just her luck to be stuck in a boring city full of boring people doing boring things. Wasn’t there any kind of chaos here?
As soon as that thought had entered her mind, an unusual scream reached her ears. The sound of panic was a beautiful song breaking through the noise this place seemed intent on distressing her with. Thankfully, people here were at least rude. Another scream, this one sounded more like, whatever it was, was in pain. Pain was only useful when trying to achieve one’s own secret desires and someone else was in your way, needing to be shown who was the boss. It was decided in an instant she would check it out. Perhaps there was some fun to be had.
Quietly she crept up to the alleyway where the screams came from, the shadows made my three brutes and the setting sun loomed over something huddled in a corner. Feathers and blood littered the alley floor and whimpers echoed from the huddled shadow. If she cared, she might have felt sorry for the little wimp. Thankfully, she didn’t. Morgana listened closely, her bright purple eyes dancing with excitement as the three brutes began to speak.
“So you ain’t gonna pay us what you owe eh?”
“If you wanna pass safely you gotta pay.”
“Yeah, pay up wimp.”
“I don’t have any money, it’s all in the bank. Please don‘t hurt me, I have a wife and five eggs at home.”
“You should have thought of them before you fucked up.”
“Hey boss, someone’s watchin us.”
“Who the hell is that dumb?”
The largest of the three turned around and looked directly at Morgana. There was no helping it now. She sauntered out of her hiding pace, her stride cool and smooth. These guys was idiots and would likely try to take advantage of her gender. She could use an excuse to get some exercise.
“What’re are you doin all alone in a dark alley, girly?”
“Didn’t your mommy ever tell you not to meddle?”
“Maybe we should teach you a lesson.”
Morgana rolled her eyes as they kept talking. She balled up a fist, charging her ki, before throwing a punch at the nearest guy.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to shut up?”
The punch connected with his abdomen with a satisfying crunch from the lower ribs as the apparent ‘giant‘ fell. A devious smirk crossed Morgana’s face. These guys were so weak she would likely kill them if she played with them too much. Oh well, at least she would get some short term enjoyment out of it.
She jumped and kicked the next thug in the face, another crunching sound. He would likely have to have his jaw surgically repaired. That will teach him not to be so pathetically weak. Morgana landed in a crouch just right for swinging her leg around to knock the final guy’s legs out from under him. He landed on his butt and yelped. The purple witch kicked him lightly in the chest, to make him fall on his back. She kept her foot there and smirked as she looked him in the eyes.
“Never. Underestimate. Me. Again. Now beg for mercy.”
“F…fuck you.”
“That didn’t sound like begging to me.”
She pressed her foot down on his ribs, her heel digging into him a little and her hair falling into her face and giving it an ominous shadow. He was clearly straining against the pain now.
“Try again.”
“Bitch.”
Again Morgana pressed down with her foot, causing the foul mouthed thug to cry out, and a grin of sadistic joy to appear on her face. He spoke up before she could say anything more.
“I’m sorry, don’t kill me.”
“That’s better. Don’t forget me, I like it when my victims remember the face they fear.”
The purple clad women let the once strong bully off his back as he scrambled to get away from her. She playfully kicked at him, laughing as she purposefully missed. Such a fool, he was. He couldn’t even run properly, he even hit the corner of the building on his way out.
Once those fools were gone, she loomed over the chicken man. He was even more pathetically weak than the lot she just ran off. Blood spotted his feather and he clearly had a black eye. Who would allow themselves to get into such a shape.
“You really are a chicken, you idiot.”
Morgana’s hands and feet began to form into paws as she went down on all fours. Her teeth formed into sharp points as her nose formed into a snout. Purple clothes and hair became body covering fur as a tail formed behind her. The mood had risen and the sun had set. It was dark out and no one would dare disturb her fun now. She let out a howl of delight as she drooled onto the chicken man. He clucked and screamed as he cried for mercy, a puddle forming under him as he scrambled to his feet. Dodging this way and that, he tried to get around the shape shifter until she finally allowed him to barely pass, nipping at his heels with her fangs as he did so. The violet hued wolf let out another howl of victory before walking off down the middle of the deserted street, shaking her tail as she went as if she were dancing.
WC: 1209
Purple eyes took in the sights of the city as the mischievous Morgana slowly strolled along the streets of the shadiest part of town. She had been nearly everywhere else and had yet to find a single fun thing to do aside of talking candy from small children while being in the form of a giant rat. Naturally, she only did it when the parents were not looking and changed back when they did look. It had been a fun game but now it bored her. She needed a bit more of a challenge.
Back in the desert she had more challenges. More difficult encounters with people who looked tough but were really just chickens. All she needed to do was find out what they were afraid of and make their reality their worst nightmare. The thought of it made a sly smirk appear on her fair, violet framed, face. If only she could do that here. With so many people in this city, it was difficult for her to focus on any one person long enough to observe them properly.
A brief shine caught Morgana’s eye. A single window of glass glittered in the sunlight like the holy grail for people who enjoyed breaking things. Most of the windows in this part of the city were broken and boarded up, or at least broken. This one shining treasure of momentary boredom relief was exactly what she was looking for. Scooping up a rock she tossed it into the air a few times before humming it at the window. Instead of the blissful sound of shattering glass, a dull thump. The rock had lodged itself in the window. No wonder it wasn’t yet broken, it was made of fake glass.
The chaotic woman swore loudly at her misfortune. It was just her luck to be stuck in a boring city full of boring people doing boring things. Wasn’t there any kind of chaos here?
As soon as that thought had entered her mind, an unusual scream reached her ears. The sound of panic was a beautiful song breaking through the noise this place seemed intent on distressing her with. Thankfully, people here were at least rude. Another scream, this one sounded more like, whatever it was, was in pain. Pain was only useful when trying to achieve one’s own secret desires and someone else was in your way, needing to be shown who was the boss. It was decided in an instant she would check it out. Perhaps there was some fun to be had.
Quietly she crept up to the alleyway where the screams came from, the shadows made my three brutes and the setting sun loomed over something huddled in a corner. Feathers and blood littered the alley floor and whimpers echoed from the huddled shadow. If she cared, she might have felt sorry for the little wimp. Thankfully, she didn’t. Morgana listened closely, her bright purple eyes dancing with excitement as the three brutes began to speak.
“So you ain’t gonna pay us what you owe eh?”
“If you wanna pass safely you gotta pay.”
“Yeah, pay up wimp.”
“I don’t have any money, it’s all in the bank. Please don‘t hurt me, I have a wife and five eggs at home.”
“You should have thought of them before you fucked up.”
“Hey boss, someone’s watchin us.”
“Who the hell is that dumb?”
The largest of the three turned around and looked directly at Morgana. There was no helping it now. She sauntered out of her hiding pace, her stride cool and smooth. These guys was idiots and would likely try to take advantage of her gender. She could use an excuse to get some exercise.
“What’re are you doin all alone in a dark alley, girly?”
“Didn’t your mommy ever tell you not to meddle?”
“Maybe we should teach you a lesson.”
Morgana rolled her eyes as they kept talking. She balled up a fist, charging her ki, before throwing a punch at the nearest guy.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you to shut up?”
The punch connected with his abdomen with a satisfying crunch from the lower ribs as the apparent ‘giant‘ fell. A devious smirk crossed Morgana’s face. These guys were so weak she would likely kill them if she played with them too much. Oh well, at least she would get some short term enjoyment out of it.
She jumped and kicked the next thug in the face, another crunching sound. He would likely have to have his jaw surgically repaired. That will teach him not to be so pathetically weak. Morgana landed in a crouch just right for swinging her leg around to knock the final guy’s legs out from under him. He landed on his butt and yelped. The purple witch kicked him lightly in the chest, to make him fall on his back. She kept her foot there and smirked as she looked him in the eyes.
“Never. Underestimate. Me. Again. Now beg for mercy.”
“F…fuck you.”
“That didn’t sound like begging to me.”
She pressed her foot down on his ribs, her heel digging into him a little and her hair falling into her face and giving it an ominous shadow. He was clearly straining against the pain now.
“Try again.”
“Bitch.”
Again Morgana pressed down with her foot, causing the foul mouthed thug to cry out, and a grin of sadistic joy to appear on her face. He spoke up before she could say anything more.
“I’m sorry, don’t kill me.”
“That’s better. Don’t forget me, I like it when my victims remember the face they fear.”
The purple clad women let the once strong bully off his back as he scrambled to get away from her. She playfully kicked at him, laughing as she purposefully missed. Such a fool, he was. He couldn’t even run properly, he even hit the corner of the building on his way out.
Once those fools were gone, she loomed over the chicken man. He was even more pathetically weak than the lot she just ran off. Blood spotted his feather and he clearly had a black eye. Who would allow themselves to get into such a shape.
“You really are a chicken, you idiot.”
Morgana’s hands and feet began to form into paws as she went down on all fours. Her teeth formed into sharp points as her nose formed into a snout. Purple clothes and hair became body covering fur as a tail formed behind her. The mood had risen and the sun had set. It was dark out and no one would dare disturb her fun now. She let out a howl of delight as she drooled onto the chicken man. He clucked and screamed as he cried for mercy, a puddle forming under him as he scrambled to his feet. Dodging this way and that, he tried to get around the shape shifter until she finally allowed him to barely pass, nipping at his heels with her fangs as he did so. The violet hued wolf let out another howl of victory before walking off down the middle of the deserted street, shaking her tail as she went as if she were dancing.
WC: 1209