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Blazing Fists and Phantom Palms: Ash vs. Dante
Posted 17 years agoThe Sun blazed down on the beach, all sorts of furs were out and enjoying themselves on the nice warm summer day. This including Dante Savitarus, walking down the street loungingly with an ice sucky in hand, taking a long sip. He eyed a group of several fems, a lemur, a dog and a skunk, who all giggled as they noticed his stare. He smiled and moved on, listening to some techno with his strides.
Unlike every other Fur, who were dressed in bathing suites, hawaiian style shirts and shorts, and all the like, Dante continued to wear his casual atire of black baggy jeans, tight black fishnet under a black muscle shirt. Trully odd for the middle of July to most, not so to him.
Dante stopped at a post, which showed a poster of a muscled man saying something about a contest at the work out spot on the beach, with a prize of $10,000.
Arching a brow, Dante pulled his mouth away from the straw. "nice." he thought to himself, and walked towards the spot, thinking it'd be nice to get a little excersize.
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The square for the fighting competetion was surrounded by a bunch of muscle bound furs, a couple of dobermen and rotweilers were calling out and cheering for a good finish. The Doberman fem in the middle gave the large gorilla a piledriver, which gave the pack just what they wanted. She grinned at the bunch as she rose up. She wasn't large in stature, but she was packed and muscled under the black one piece she wore. She glanced as the paramedics carried the gorilla away. "Are you not entertained?" She called out, feeling like copying a movie with so much excitement. Everyone around her cheered.
"Who's next!?" She called, though the crowd slowly became more quiet, being reluctant after seeing her bash around ten basic hulks thus far.
Everyone fell silent, and she was about to walk out until her ears lifted to someone saying "Sure, sounds like fun."
Ash turned around and saw the oddly dressed Snake step into the ring, tossing away his flip flops from his feet. She couldn't help but chuckle, the guy didn't look tough. "And who might you be?"
"Dante." he greet with a smile, scratching at the back of his head. He then stretched and smiled at the Doberman. God, for a amazon of a woman, she was hot, he thought. He kept his stare at her red eyes. "I'd like to try you on your ten thousand dollar fight thing."
She laughed and shrugged. "Alright, but I won't be responisble if you come out a pretzel.I'm Ashley, your opponent."
Dante only chuckled and smiled at her. "I wouldn't mind that from you." he said with a cheerful smile.
Ash, however, didn't find the reference at all funny, and rushed the snake, who'se smile suddenly went to a smirk, as if expecting her rush.
With a waterlike flow, he ducked and dodged her punch and slid his tail around, tripping her and making her hit the sand. Everyone went silent or made sounds of surprise.
The Doberman got up and glared at Dante, who simply smiled at her. "Well, aren't you flexible." The snake only smiled, and bent into a combat pose. "You have no idea." He said, smiling still at her. Ash got into a boxing stance, and still glared now with a smirk to Dante. "Alright, snakey, let's go for a round two." She bounced around and then jumped at him, firing a rain of punches.
Dante's smile remained and he doged, ducked, and backed from every punch tossed at him, moving as though a proffessional swimmer. He spun around her and thrusted his hand out until his palm struck her side, though it was only a light touch. Ash suddenly gasped, gripping her stomach as she coughed. What the hell was that!? she turned to stare surprised at Dante, who simply looked up at a flying seagul as if he lost interest.
She glared, and as she caught her breath, she round house kicked at him with lightning speed. Enough so that, passing back to the ground, it sounded like a loud explosion, and sand pillared up twenty feet into the sky, showering the awe-struck crowd.
Dante ducked the kick as he watched the seagull fly by, and then finally returned his attention as sand fell on his head.
Ash leapt up at him, sending another blur of punches and kicks. Some made contact, but only by Dante blocking them, pushing them back as he dodged and blocked more attacks.
He smiled, and the smile unnerved her, as though he were only playing, like this was just some game to him, which only pissed her off more.
As she uppercutted at him, he twirled on her arm, then was up close at her, smiling still, and his fingers went up at the cent of her chest with a slgiht tap. Her eyes went wide as she felt as if her heart stopped for a second, and then she saw as he did the same touch once more, on her stomach, then at her arm, then a leg. She lurched at the stomach blow, and lost feeling in both arm and leg, as she fell on her knees. His hand stopped at her forehead. Judging by the attacks before, the one he almost did would probably had killed her. She stared up at him with shock, fear and...a slight flicker of desire, finding it erousing to confront someone who could bring her, a woman who was trained to beat on anyone, to such a submissive state.
He smiled at her, as if reading her mind, and stood up as he saw the white towel in the air, meaning the other dobermens thought it was too much. A cheer passed through the crowd, and Dante waved around, though his eyes kept on returning to Ash. "We must do this again sometime." he said to her with a wink, then took the money given to him, and started to walk off.
"Who...what are you!?" She yelled to him, just starting to regain the feeling on her limbs.
He turned as he heard her, and then smiled. "I'm Dante." he said, and a group of people passed in front of him. As they passed, and Ash got to where she saw him, the snake was gone.
Unlike every other Fur, who were dressed in bathing suites, hawaiian style shirts and shorts, and all the like, Dante continued to wear his casual atire of black baggy jeans, tight black fishnet under a black muscle shirt. Trully odd for the middle of July to most, not so to him.
Dante stopped at a post, which showed a poster of a muscled man saying something about a contest at the work out spot on the beach, with a prize of $10,000.
Arching a brow, Dante pulled his mouth away from the straw. "nice." he thought to himself, and walked towards the spot, thinking it'd be nice to get a little excersize.
---
The square for the fighting competetion was surrounded by a bunch of muscle bound furs, a couple of dobermen and rotweilers were calling out and cheering for a good finish. The Doberman fem in the middle gave the large gorilla a piledriver, which gave the pack just what they wanted. She grinned at the bunch as she rose up. She wasn't large in stature, but she was packed and muscled under the black one piece she wore. She glanced as the paramedics carried the gorilla away. "Are you not entertained?" She called out, feeling like copying a movie with so much excitement. Everyone around her cheered.
"Who's next!?" She called, though the crowd slowly became more quiet, being reluctant after seeing her bash around ten basic hulks thus far.
Everyone fell silent, and she was about to walk out until her ears lifted to someone saying "Sure, sounds like fun."
Ash turned around and saw the oddly dressed Snake step into the ring, tossing away his flip flops from his feet. She couldn't help but chuckle, the guy didn't look tough. "And who might you be?"
"Dante." he greet with a smile, scratching at the back of his head. He then stretched and smiled at the Doberman. God, for a amazon of a woman, she was hot, he thought. He kept his stare at her red eyes. "I'd like to try you on your ten thousand dollar fight thing."
She laughed and shrugged. "Alright, but I won't be responisble if you come out a pretzel.I'm Ashley, your opponent."
Dante only chuckled and smiled at her. "I wouldn't mind that from you." he said with a cheerful smile.
Ash, however, didn't find the reference at all funny, and rushed the snake, who'se smile suddenly went to a smirk, as if expecting her rush.
With a waterlike flow, he ducked and dodged her punch and slid his tail around, tripping her and making her hit the sand. Everyone went silent or made sounds of surprise.
The Doberman got up and glared at Dante, who simply smiled at her. "Well, aren't you flexible." The snake only smiled, and bent into a combat pose. "You have no idea." He said, smiling still at her. Ash got into a boxing stance, and still glared now with a smirk to Dante. "Alright, snakey, let's go for a round two." She bounced around and then jumped at him, firing a rain of punches.
Dante's smile remained and he doged, ducked, and backed from every punch tossed at him, moving as though a proffessional swimmer. He spun around her and thrusted his hand out until his palm struck her side, though it was only a light touch. Ash suddenly gasped, gripping her stomach as she coughed. What the hell was that!? she turned to stare surprised at Dante, who simply looked up at a flying seagul as if he lost interest.
She glared, and as she caught her breath, she round house kicked at him with lightning speed. Enough so that, passing back to the ground, it sounded like a loud explosion, and sand pillared up twenty feet into the sky, showering the awe-struck crowd.
Dante ducked the kick as he watched the seagull fly by, and then finally returned his attention as sand fell on his head.
Ash leapt up at him, sending another blur of punches and kicks. Some made contact, but only by Dante blocking them, pushing them back as he dodged and blocked more attacks.
He smiled, and the smile unnerved her, as though he were only playing, like this was just some game to him, which only pissed her off more.
As she uppercutted at him, he twirled on her arm, then was up close at her, smiling still, and his fingers went up at the cent of her chest with a slgiht tap. Her eyes went wide as she felt as if her heart stopped for a second, and then she saw as he did the same touch once more, on her stomach, then at her arm, then a leg. She lurched at the stomach blow, and lost feeling in both arm and leg, as she fell on her knees. His hand stopped at her forehead. Judging by the attacks before, the one he almost did would probably had killed her. She stared up at him with shock, fear and...a slight flicker of desire, finding it erousing to confront someone who could bring her, a woman who was trained to beat on anyone, to such a submissive state.
He smiled at her, as if reading her mind, and stood up as he saw the white towel in the air, meaning the other dobermens thought it was too much. A cheer passed through the crowd, and Dante waved around, though his eyes kept on returning to Ash. "We must do this again sometime." he said to her with a wink, then took the money given to him, and started to walk off.
"Who...what are you!?" She yelled to him, just starting to regain the feeling on her limbs.
He turned as he heard her, and then smiled. "I'm Dante." he said, and a group of people passed in front of him. As they passed, and Ash got to where she saw him, the snake was gone.
From Beyond the Grave, Payback's a Bitch
Posted 17 years agoVeronica felt something cold this night, and it was a real turnoff for her. These motels always had drafts, but this one had been fine for three days, odd...she thought while laying in the bed.
Her new husband, Ostyn, looked at her with a curious look of worry and confusion. "Everything okay?" he asked, running a hand through the fur on her arm, the Tiger was a real nice guy, and it made the Otter smile at his touch. "Yeah, just...a chill."
"You want to be warmed up a little?" he asked, kissing at her neck, a low purr could be heard from him. Veronica giggled at him. "Your an animal!" she accused, jokingly pushing at him.
"So are you." he said back with a grin, then caught her mouth with his, both begining to make out and strip each other as a knock on the door was heard.
Both rose their heads up, the otter looked to her husband, who shook his head, recalling how he put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door knob. He looked back to her as nothing else was heard after that. Ostyn smiled at her and started to kiss her again, though she had a bad feeling in her gut.
Suddenly another knock came to the door, if you could call several slams a knock. Ostyn got up this time, glaring and almost growling at the door. "I'll check, baby." Ostyn said, getting out of the bed and zipping back up his pants, leaving his shirt where it was on the floor. Veronica looked at the door with worry, wondering if it was even a good idea to open it.
Ostyn was at the door by the moment the axehead ripped through the door. "FUCK!" the tiger bounced back almost a foot as it came through again. The otter had terror obviously on her face during the whole thing and when a hand, or what remained of one, reached in the room. The arm was more rotted flesh and bone than anything, the ring finger missing as it unlocked their door.
No...she thought, no no....this can't be happening!
The door was then kicked wide open, and a shadow stood in the entrance. It stepped into the light, and a horror stood before them.
It was the horrifying remains of a snake. One eyeball was completely missing, and his fangs were black and rotting. His other eye was completely red with blood and fury. His hair was down and thinned sickly, his body completely thin by lack of muscle and fat. He was dressed in no shirt and rag-like shorts. His face was halfway rotted to the skull, and his chest was wide open with nothing inside.
"Found you, BITCH!" He screamed, lifting both arms, showing the axe and the shotgun. "It took a few years, but I finally found ya, Fucking Whore!"
Ostyn glared, and the snake looked back at him. "Who's this, baby? some new fuck and go for ya?!"
Veronica wanted to scream, but she was too paralyzed in fear to do anything.
"What's wrong, slut?" the thing said, giving a most ghoulish grin. "You forgot about me already?"
"Johnny, how are you alive!?" She screamed finally, her eyes wide and tearing with such horrofying terror.
He laughed. "Well, I'm not all living, as you can plainly see. Glad you remember me, though, so I can fucking kill you and it'd be worth something.
Ostyn tried to strike out at Johnny, but the snake bent back inhumanly. Then slammed his shotgun's but into the tiger's skull, who fell on his knees and gripped his bleeding head. "FUCK!"
"fuck indeed, buddy. And to think, you tried to PROTECT this slut!"
Ostyn looked up, with confusion, half his face bleeding. "I don't know what you're fucking talking about!"
The dead ex "tsked" and then pointed at her. "Then I'll illuminate things for you, buddy. A year ago, I was gonna fucking MARRY Veronica! I was a nice guy, just like you, but then, on the wedding night, she had hired some guy to come in and fucking stab me to death!"
Veronica was crying fully now, Ostyn looked surprisingly at her. "Is this true, baby?" he asked, looking with fear and confusion in his expression.
"Yeah, "baby," is it true?" Johnny asked mockingly.
"Ostyn! I'm sorry! I wasn't going to do it to you..." She said through tears and inhaling. "I...I, I know I did a wrong to Johnny, and I regreted it all my life! I thought...I thought I could start my life over with you!"
Ostyn looked confused still.
"FUCKING LIAR!" Johnny screamed. "If that's true, why the HELL was your man outside again?"
Veronica looked up with even more fear. "You mean...Al is..."
"Dead? You bet your good ass he is!" Johnny finished with a laugh. Ostyn was looking with fear at Veronica now, "But...Veronica, why? I loved you!" He asked, right before his head was blown away with the shotgun. Veronica screamed as the blood sprayed the lower wall and the floor, brain matter all over and the corpse dropped, blood pooling fast.
Johnny chuckled and tossed his shotgun away. "Aw...you hear that, baby? He seemed like a nice guy too." He said, hefting the axe with both hands.
"Veronica couldn't help but stare at Ostyn's headless corpse. He was dead, and she was gonna die too!
She almost didn't feel the bony hand grip her and pull her up at him, his face staring at her's his one eye menacingly glaring at her eyes. "LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU, BITCH!" He shoved her back and bounced the axe in his palm. His eye looking over her naked body. "I'd fuck you, but I think you might have something, my balls were itching as hell before your man-bitch killed me." He smiled at her.
"I gave you my heart, You took it and smashed it. I think you owe me another." He said.
She screamed again. "This isn't right! this isn't fair! You died, Johnny! You fucking died!"
Johnny grinned at her, and shrugged. "Life's unfair, you fucked up whore, wait til you see death."
He lifted the axe and dropped it, a scream was heard before the blood sprayed the entire room.
The room was covered in blood and gore, an arm here, a leg there. On the bed, Veronica's hacked up corpse was sprawled out with her chest wide open, with her breasts cut as well, showing the craftlessness of the chops. Inside, her heart was missing.
Johnny was walking down through a dessert, the night still making everything dark. He dragged the axe with one hand, while chewing on something in the other.
A vessel was ripped apart by teeth and the bulk of the bloody organ in his clutches was mostly gone.
By the time he reached the red tiger, the last of the heart was slidding down his throat.
"How was it?" the tall, muscular red tiger asked, his black hair blowing in a gentle breeze.
Johnny looked up at the creature he made the deal with in Hell. "Ya know, it was kinda rough, and a bit dry. Plus there was a lot of cholesterol in an artery." He said, looking at his bloody hand, dropping the axe from the other.
"So you regret killing her?" the cat asked.
Johnny looked up. "Hell no! I enjoyed hacking the bitch! It's just..." He looked back down. "I thought the whore's heart might replace mine." He looked back up again. "You know, to all parties, payback's a bitch."
"Too true, Johnny. Too true." he agreed, and both vanished, leaving only an axe in the sand shining in the pale moonlight.
~End
Her new husband, Ostyn, looked at her with a curious look of worry and confusion. "Everything okay?" he asked, running a hand through the fur on her arm, the Tiger was a real nice guy, and it made the Otter smile at his touch. "Yeah, just...a chill."
"You want to be warmed up a little?" he asked, kissing at her neck, a low purr could be heard from him. Veronica giggled at him. "Your an animal!" she accused, jokingly pushing at him.
"So are you." he said back with a grin, then caught her mouth with his, both begining to make out and strip each other as a knock on the door was heard.
Both rose their heads up, the otter looked to her husband, who shook his head, recalling how he put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door knob. He looked back to her as nothing else was heard after that. Ostyn smiled at her and started to kiss her again, though she had a bad feeling in her gut.
Suddenly another knock came to the door, if you could call several slams a knock. Ostyn got up this time, glaring and almost growling at the door. "I'll check, baby." Ostyn said, getting out of the bed and zipping back up his pants, leaving his shirt where it was on the floor. Veronica looked at the door with worry, wondering if it was even a good idea to open it.
Ostyn was at the door by the moment the axehead ripped through the door. "FUCK!" the tiger bounced back almost a foot as it came through again. The otter had terror obviously on her face during the whole thing and when a hand, or what remained of one, reached in the room. The arm was more rotted flesh and bone than anything, the ring finger missing as it unlocked their door.
No...she thought, no no....this can't be happening!
The door was then kicked wide open, and a shadow stood in the entrance. It stepped into the light, and a horror stood before them.
It was the horrifying remains of a snake. One eyeball was completely missing, and his fangs were black and rotting. His other eye was completely red with blood and fury. His hair was down and thinned sickly, his body completely thin by lack of muscle and fat. He was dressed in no shirt and rag-like shorts. His face was halfway rotted to the skull, and his chest was wide open with nothing inside.
"Found you, BITCH!" He screamed, lifting both arms, showing the axe and the shotgun. "It took a few years, but I finally found ya, Fucking Whore!"
Ostyn glared, and the snake looked back at him. "Who's this, baby? some new fuck and go for ya?!"
Veronica wanted to scream, but she was too paralyzed in fear to do anything.
"What's wrong, slut?" the thing said, giving a most ghoulish grin. "You forgot about me already?"
"Johnny, how are you alive!?" She screamed finally, her eyes wide and tearing with such horrofying terror.
He laughed. "Well, I'm not all living, as you can plainly see. Glad you remember me, though, so I can fucking kill you and it'd be worth something.
Ostyn tried to strike out at Johnny, but the snake bent back inhumanly. Then slammed his shotgun's but into the tiger's skull, who fell on his knees and gripped his bleeding head. "FUCK!"
"fuck indeed, buddy. And to think, you tried to PROTECT this slut!"
Ostyn looked up, with confusion, half his face bleeding. "I don't know what you're fucking talking about!"
The dead ex "tsked" and then pointed at her. "Then I'll illuminate things for you, buddy. A year ago, I was gonna fucking MARRY Veronica! I was a nice guy, just like you, but then, on the wedding night, she had hired some guy to come in and fucking stab me to death!"
Veronica was crying fully now, Ostyn looked surprisingly at her. "Is this true, baby?" he asked, looking with fear and confusion in his expression.
"Yeah, "baby," is it true?" Johnny asked mockingly.
"Ostyn! I'm sorry! I wasn't going to do it to you..." She said through tears and inhaling. "I...I, I know I did a wrong to Johnny, and I regreted it all my life! I thought...I thought I could start my life over with you!"
Ostyn looked confused still.
"FUCKING LIAR!" Johnny screamed. "If that's true, why the HELL was your man outside again?"
Veronica looked up with even more fear. "You mean...Al is..."
"Dead? You bet your good ass he is!" Johnny finished with a laugh. Ostyn was looking with fear at Veronica now, "But...Veronica, why? I loved you!" He asked, right before his head was blown away with the shotgun. Veronica screamed as the blood sprayed the lower wall and the floor, brain matter all over and the corpse dropped, blood pooling fast.
Johnny chuckled and tossed his shotgun away. "Aw...you hear that, baby? He seemed like a nice guy too." He said, hefting the axe with both hands.
"Veronica couldn't help but stare at Ostyn's headless corpse. He was dead, and she was gonna die too!
She almost didn't feel the bony hand grip her and pull her up at him, his face staring at her's his one eye menacingly glaring at her eyes. "LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU, BITCH!" He shoved her back and bounced the axe in his palm. His eye looking over her naked body. "I'd fuck you, but I think you might have something, my balls were itching as hell before your man-bitch killed me." He smiled at her.
"I gave you my heart, You took it and smashed it. I think you owe me another." He said.
She screamed again. "This isn't right! this isn't fair! You died, Johnny! You fucking died!"
Johnny grinned at her, and shrugged. "Life's unfair, you fucked up whore, wait til you see death."
He lifted the axe and dropped it, a scream was heard before the blood sprayed the entire room.
The room was covered in blood and gore, an arm here, a leg there. On the bed, Veronica's hacked up corpse was sprawled out with her chest wide open, with her breasts cut as well, showing the craftlessness of the chops. Inside, her heart was missing.
Johnny was walking down through a dessert, the night still making everything dark. He dragged the axe with one hand, while chewing on something in the other.
A vessel was ripped apart by teeth and the bulk of the bloody organ in his clutches was mostly gone.
By the time he reached the red tiger, the last of the heart was slidding down his throat.
"How was it?" the tall, muscular red tiger asked, his black hair blowing in a gentle breeze.
Johnny looked up at the creature he made the deal with in Hell. "Ya know, it was kinda rough, and a bit dry. Plus there was a lot of cholesterol in an artery." He said, looking at his bloody hand, dropping the axe from the other.
"So you regret killing her?" the cat asked.
Johnny looked up. "Hell no! I enjoyed hacking the bitch! It's just..." He looked back down. "I thought the whore's heart might replace mine." He looked back up again. "You know, to all parties, payback's a bitch."
"Too true, Johnny. Too true." he agreed, and both vanished, leaving only an axe in the sand shining in the pale moonlight.
~End
Geecku and Dante
Posted 17 years agoPart one:
DANCE DANCE DANCE! The Showdown!
Heat was beating down from the sun basking the market in the midday light. The beach wind blew through, making people shout out their goods even more louder than average; but it still felt good on her scales as Geecku giddily walked down the sandy road through the town. Her movement was as though her venturing was a dance, which was exotically beautiful with her fit form and the grass skirt and bikini top she wore. She normally was in the jungle, but Paraiso just ended and she was there for a couple of weeks for a job.
The sunlight emphasized her green scales with purple stripes going down all the limbs of her body and her yellow underbelly, her blue hair waving around in the wind that came from the beach, her tail flicking from one way to the other. There was a flower in her hair, an orchid of the jungle, the same one she was returning to very soon.
She was thinking about leaping and climbing up the trees to sunbathe on the canopy as she noticed a party was going on. Curious, the lizard fem walked over, passing under the straw/tall grass top and tiki torches to see a bunch of people in hawaiian shirts having what looked like a time of their lives.
There was a band playing with a cuban beat while a Parrot with maracas was singing "Cuban Pete." One group was doing a conga line while some hung out at a table laidened with all sorts of tropical foods and a ginormous bowl of punch.
However, the majority of the group was around one man, the only one not in a hawaiian shirt and shorts. In fact, he was dressed in a gothic fashion, large, baggy pants and a tight fish net shirt, wearing sandals, small yellow glasses and arm covers. The snake was dancing, his black hair bouncing around as he moved to the beat of the Parrot's song, and she'd admit, he wasn't bad! At the end of the song, he took a ladies arm and twirled her to the other side of the group and slid on his knees.
Everyone applauded, and Geecku joined in the cheers. The snake's sharp eyes looked over to her and she suddenly felt a rush of heat go up her face. She grinned back at him and decided to approach. He rose up from his slide and approached as well, his walk leaned back and mellow with long strides that seemed to be uncaring of specific speed.
Another song came on, and the guy grinned at her when they were up close, showing a pair of fangs. "Hey." He said, "I take it you enjoyed the little show." He said with a chuckle.
She nodded. "Geecku liked snake man's dancing, never've seen skill like that in a while." She noted that he was extremely tall, and underneath the shirt was a thin, muscle bound body, like an athlete or Greek god.
"Ya keep what your mama taught you, I guess." he said with a laugh, then smiled at her. "So, your Geecku?" His tail moved side to side like her own, and she noted that there were black diamonds going down his green scales, much like her purple stripes.
She nodded. "Yep!"
He took a step back and bowed. "A pleasure to meet you, Geecku," He rose back up in a fluid motion. "I'm Dante."
Geecku smiled at Dante. "So, you've heard of Geecku?" she asked curiously.
He laughed like it was a silly question to ask. "Who around here hasn't heard of you!?" he asked with another laugh. "I've only heard of your fantastic skills in the dance. I would love to dance with you sometime if you like."
She blushed at his words, grinning broadly. "Geecku'd love to dance with Dante sometime!"
"Fantastic!" He said, his slitted pupils sharpenning. "Then I challenge you to a dance off, right here and now."
The music stopped and everyone looked at them both. Geecku smirked at Dante. "You think you can take on Geecku at dancing?"
"I know it." He said.
"All right, you're on!" Geecku said.
Dante stepped back, and a large circle was made of the people. "You first." He offered.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the parrot said with an astounded look. "We have a dance off between the famous Geecku of Paraiso, and Dante Diamondback!"
Geecku took the stage instantly, the band beggining to play. She began to sway with the music, then moved her feet around. Taking a spin, she backflipped off the stage and landed on the balls of her feet. Everyone cheered, and Geecku looked to Dante.
In turn, he nodded at her moves, kicking off his sandals and walked into the middle of the group, starting to sway as well, then moved his feet to the left in a fluid motion, then again to the right, spun, and dropped down into a split, picking himself back up with one hand on his shirt. Everyone "ooooh'd" at that, and Dante lifted his index finger, and beckoned Geecku.
Geecku grinned, bouncing around, noticeably her breasts were bouncing to their own beat. Her hands moved from one way to the other, She then twirled on one foot continuously on the sand, her one leg lifting up and her back arching as she lowered her upper body. Her risen foot pointed to the cieling, and her hands reaching for the floor. everyone cheered, and a dog noteably got a blood nose from seeing under Geecku's skirt.
She corrected her posture, about to say something as Dante was already moving around her. He then returned in front of her, taking one foot behind him and spinning around, He literally bent his back all the way to where he grabbed the back of his feet, and rolled up to her, twirling around and staring her straight in the face, leaning down at her.
Everyone cheered, and then Geecku started to dance back at him, moving him away with her moves, everyone "oh-ing" while Dante only smiled. He then started to move up to her, their bodies made contact, and a sudden flash happened in her mind.
Before she knew it, Geecku was in a dance WITH Dante instead of against. They held their hands as their bodies moved with the beat, his foot would move one way and her foot would move with it, and vice versa.
As they continued to move so close to each other, Geecku began to feel hot as they continued in the ebb and flow of the beat. She flipped over him and he did the same, the contact with their skins like fire exploding in her. Dante held her with a grip that wouldn't let go, but strangely was gentle against her scales.
Everyone was just cheering for them as it continued, the fact that this started as a dance off soon forgotten. As the song ended, Dante spun her out, then pulled her back in, and both dipped, her arching her back and him lowering above her. Her leg up and around her waist, and her taut breasts against his chest. Her eyes were looking up into his, and the song was over. She almost moaned, but kept it silent, as both rose back up and turned to the crowd, Dante starting to bow, and smiling at Geecku to do the same, and she grinned at the crowd, waving to them.
The parrot came up to the two of them. "Wow! In all my career, I never saw a dance off so wild! So, who will it be, folks?" the group cheered and clapped. "Will it be Dante Diamondback? Or the gracious Geecku?"
both times they cheered about the same, loudly and encouragingly.
"Well then, folks, looks like it's a tie! Congratulations Dante and Geecku." Everyone cheered and then started to return to their normal things at the party as the music returned.
Dante grinned at Geecku. "Well that was fun."
She was breathing heavilly, hands up to her chest. "Yeah...snake man...good at dancing." She said. God, it was the most sexy dance she could recall at the moment ever doing with a guy that involved keeping the clothes on. She was almost shaking.
Dante came up and behind her, wrapping his arms around her, which surprisingly eased the shaking. "Geecku was as good as snake man thought." He said with a chuckle, his face against her neck, taking in her scent gently. "We must do it again sometime."
"Yeah!" she said, leaning her head against his. "Geecku's got a place in the jungle where snake man and Geecku can dance." She suggested, wondering what the guy did to her that made her feel...well, wanting.
Dante chuckled. "Can't wait for next time then." he said, kisiing her cheek, then his touch left. She turned around, seeing that he was gone.
Confused, bewildered, and sexually flustered, Geecku shrugged, grinned and started to head off again to her home.
Dante was walking down the market, basking himself in the sun and the beach winds. Geecku's dance still on his mind. "Damn, I can't wait!" he said to himself, and started for the beach, a long surfboard manifesting itself in his hands.
-End
DANCE DANCE DANCE! The Showdown!
Heat was beating down from the sun basking the market in the midday light. The beach wind blew through, making people shout out their goods even more louder than average; but it still felt good on her scales as Geecku giddily walked down the sandy road through the town. Her movement was as though her venturing was a dance, which was exotically beautiful with her fit form and the grass skirt and bikini top she wore. She normally was in the jungle, but Paraiso just ended and she was there for a couple of weeks for a job.
The sunlight emphasized her green scales with purple stripes going down all the limbs of her body and her yellow underbelly, her blue hair waving around in the wind that came from the beach, her tail flicking from one way to the other. There was a flower in her hair, an orchid of the jungle, the same one she was returning to very soon.
She was thinking about leaping and climbing up the trees to sunbathe on the canopy as she noticed a party was going on. Curious, the lizard fem walked over, passing under the straw/tall grass top and tiki torches to see a bunch of people in hawaiian shirts having what looked like a time of their lives.
There was a band playing with a cuban beat while a Parrot with maracas was singing "Cuban Pete." One group was doing a conga line while some hung out at a table laidened with all sorts of tropical foods and a ginormous bowl of punch.
However, the majority of the group was around one man, the only one not in a hawaiian shirt and shorts. In fact, he was dressed in a gothic fashion, large, baggy pants and a tight fish net shirt, wearing sandals, small yellow glasses and arm covers. The snake was dancing, his black hair bouncing around as he moved to the beat of the Parrot's song, and she'd admit, he wasn't bad! At the end of the song, he took a ladies arm and twirled her to the other side of the group and slid on his knees.
Everyone applauded, and Geecku joined in the cheers. The snake's sharp eyes looked over to her and she suddenly felt a rush of heat go up her face. She grinned back at him and decided to approach. He rose up from his slide and approached as well, his walk leaned back and mellow with long strides that seemed to be uncaring of specific speed.
Another song came on, and the guy grinned at her when they were up close, showing a pair of fangs. "Hey." He said, "I take it you enjoyed the little show." He said with a chuckle.
She nodded. "Geecku liked snake man's dancing, never've seen skill like that in a while." She noted that he was extremely tall, and underneath the shirt was a thin, muscle bound body, like an athlete or Greek god.
"Ya keep what your mama taught you, I guess." he said with a laugh, then smiled at her. "So, your Geecku?" His tail moved side to side like her own, and she noted that there were black diamonds going down his green scales, much like her purple stripes.
She nodded. "Yep!"
He took a step back and bowed. "A pleasure to meet you, Geecku," He rose back up in a fluid motion. "I'm Dante."
Geecku smiled at Dante. "So, you've heard of Geecku?" she asked curiously.
He laughed like it was a silly question to ask. "Who around here hasn't heard of you!?" he asked with another laugh. "I've only heard of your fantastic skills in the dance. I would love to dance with you sometime if you like."
She blushed at his words, grinning broadly. "Geecku'd love to dance with Dante sometime!"
"Fantastic!" He said, his slitted pupils sharpenning. "Then I challenge you to a dance off, right here and now."
The music stopped and everyone looked at them both. Geecku smirked at Dante. "You think you can take on Geecku at dancing?"
"I know it." He said.
"All right, you're on!" Geecku said.
Dante stepped back, and a large circle was made of the people. "You first." He offered.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" the parrot said with an astounded look. "We have a dance off between the famous Geecku of Paraiso, and Dante Diamondback!"
Geecku took the stage instantly, the band beggining to play. She began to sway with the music, then moved her feet around. Taking a spin, she backflipped off the stage and landed on the balls of her feet. Everyone cheered, and Geecku looked to Dante.
In turn, he nodded at her moves, kicking off his sandals and walked into the middle of the group, starting to sway as well, then moved his feet to the left in a fluid motion, then again to the right, spun, and dropped down into a split, picking himself back up with one hand on his shirt. Everyone "ooooh'd" at that, and Dante lifted his index finger, and beckoned Geecku.
Geecku grinned, bouncing around, noticeably her breasts were bouncing to their own beat. Her hands moved from one way to the other, She then twirled on one foot continuously on the sand, her one leg lifting up and her back arching as she lowered her upper body. Her risen foot pointed to the cieling, and her hands reaching for the floor. everyone cheered, and a dog noteably got a blood nose from seeing under Geecku's skirt.
She corrected her posture, about to say something as Dante was already moving around her. He then returned in front of her, taking one foot behind him and spinning around, He literally bent his back all the way to where he grabbed the back of his feet, and rolled up to her, twirling around and staring her straight in the face, leaning down at her.
Everyone cheered, and then Geecku started to dance back at him, moving him away with her moves, everyone "oh-ing" while Dante only smiled. He then started to move up to her, their bodies made contact, and a sudden flash happened in her mind.
Before she knew it, Geecku was in a dance WITH Dante instead of against. They held their hands as their bodies moved with the beat, his foot would move one way and her foot would move with it, and vice versa.
As they continued to move so close to each other, Geecku began to feel hot as they continued in the ebb and flow of the beat. She flipped over him and he did the same, the contact with their skins like fire exploding in her. Dante held her with a grip that wouldn't let go, but strangely was gentle against her scales.
Everyone was just cheering for them as it continued, the fact that this started as a dance off soon forgotten. As the song ended, Dante spun her out, then pulled her back in, and both dipped, her arching her back and him lowering above her. Her leg up and around her waist, and her taut breasts against his chest. Her eyes were looking up into his, and the song was over. She almost moaned, but kept it silent, as both rose back up and turned to the crowd, Dante starting to bow, and smiling at Geecku to do the same, and she grinned at the crowd, waving to them.
The parrot came up to the two of them. "Wow! In all my career, I never saw a dance off so wild! So, who will it be, folks?" the group cheered and clapped. "Will it be Dante Diamondback? Or the gracious Geecku?"
both times they cheered about the same, loudly and encouragingly.
"Well then, folks, looks like it's a tie! Congratulations Dante and Geecku." Everyone cheered and then started to return to their normal things at the party as the music returned.
Dante grinned at Geecku. "Well that was fun."
She was breathing heavilly, hands up to her chest. "Yeah...snake man...good at dancing." She said. God, it was the most sexy dance she could recall at the moment ever doing with a guy that involved keeping the clothes on. She was almost shaking.
Dante came up and behind her, wrapping his arms around her, which surprisingly eased the shaking. "Geecku was as good as snake man thought." He said with a chuckle, his face against her neck, taking in her scent gently. "We must do it again sometime."
"Yeah!" she said, leaning her head against his. "Geecku's got a place in the jungle where snake man and Geecku can dance." She suggested, wondering what the guy did to her that made her feel...well, wanting.
Dante chuckled. "Can't wait for next time then." he said, kisiing her cheek, then his touch left. She turned around, seeing that he was gone.
Confused, bewildered, and sexually flustered, Geecku shrugged, grinned and started to head off again to her home.
Dante was walking down the market, basking himself in the sun and the beach winds. Geecku's dance still on his mind. "Damn, I can't wait!" he said to himself, and started for the beach, a long surfboard manifesting itself in his hands.
-End
Night Time meme I found on someone's journal ^^
Posted 17 years ago1. Do you have a nightly routine?
hmm...stay on comp for a lil bit, then strip and hop into bed, sleep. Wake up when brother gets home, bitch, and sleep again.
2. Do you have a bedtime?
oo...*laughs* XD
3. Do you have a favorite pillow?
I have one pillow, but I don't think I like it, since I wake up with it on the floor.
4. Do you like the warm or the cold spots on the mattress?
cold *nods*
5. Do you have a fan on when you're sleeping?
normally.
6. Do you have any really late night activities?
whatever the heck I feel like doing, actually, lol ^^
7. Do you have a specific plushie you sleep with, or do you sleep with all of them?
oo! umm...<<...>>...<<...>> NO I DO NOT SLEEP WITH A BEANIE BABY OTTER! THAT'S REDICULOUS!
8. Do you have a late night show you watch?
whatever's on ^_^ lol
9. Do you cuddle?
I'm along in my bed every night...of course I cuddle! T^T
10. Do you sleep in utter darkness?
used to ALL the time, absolutely loved it! but since my brother put his comp in my room, I now have a blue glow from his power button every night. I like it too ^^
11. Do you guide your dreams, or just go with it?
let them take me wherever they AND I please, of course!
12. Do you have more nightmares than dreams?
I haven't woken in a sweat in forever! lol ^_^
13. Do you spread out across the mattress, or do you curl up in your sleep?
a lil of both. I curl up before sleep and wake up all spread =)
14. Do you wake up with the same outfit you had on the night before?
oO what outfit?
15. Do you have a favorite set of pj's?
<<...umm, whatever underwear I'm wearing? lol
16. Do you wake up with bedhead?
if I take a bath before I go to bed, then yes.
17. Do you toss a lot in your sleep?
no clue *shrugs*
18. Do you sleep with music, tv, or a humidifier (that makes noise), or prefer silence?
meh, the computer makes sound all the time, I guess. I kinda like silence, so either one.
19. Do you leave your door open at night, or close it?
closed!
20. Last but not least, what time do you wake up, and mostly around 9:00 and I don't care when I wake up, lol ^_^
hmm...stay on comp for a lil bit, then strip and hop into bed, sleep. Wake up when brother gets home, bitch, and sleep again.
2. Do you have a bedtime?
oo...*laughs* XD
3. Do you have a favorite pillow?
I have one pillow, but I don't think I like it, since I wake up with it on the floor.
4. Do you like the warm or the cold spots on the mattress?
cold *nods*
5. Do you have a fan on when you're sleeping?
normally.
6. Do you have any really late night activities?
whatever the heck I feel like doing, actually, lol ^^
7. Do you have a specific plushie you sleep with, or do you sleep with all of them?
oo! umm...<<...>>...<<...>> NO I DO NOT SLEEP WITH A BEANIE BABY OTTER! THAT'S REDICULOUS!
8. Do you have a late night show you watch?
whatever's on ^_^ lol
9. Do you cuddle?
I'm along in my bed every night...of course I cuddle! T^T
10. Do you sleep in utter darkness?
used to ALL the time, absolutely loved it! but since my brother put his comp in my room, I now have a blue glow from his power button every night. I like it too ^^
11. Do you guide your dreams, or just go with it?
let them take me wherever they AND I please, of course!
12. Do you have more nightmares than dreams?
I haven't woken in a sweat in forever! lol ^_^
13. Do you spread out across the mattress, or do you curl up in your sleep?
a lil of both. I curl up before sleep and wake up all spread =)
14. Do you wake up with the same outfit you had on the night before?
oO what outfit?
15. Do you have a favorite set of pj's?
<<...umm, whatever underwear I'm wearing? lol
16. Do you wake up with bedhead?
if I take a bath before I go to bed, then yes.
17. Do you toss a lot in your sleep?
no clue *shrugs*
18. Do you sleep with music, tv, or a humidifier (that makes noise), or prefer silence?
meh, the computer makes sound all the time, I guess. I kinda like silence, so either one.
19. Do you leave your door open at night, or close it?
closed!
20. Last but not least, what time do you wake up, and mostly around 9:00 and I don't care when I wake up, lol ^_^
Short Story based off the song, The Metal by Tenacious D!
Posted 17 years agoThe Metal's Revenge
starring druoxthefurrinator as the Metal
By Dante
The landscape was a barren waste, all for but a tower in the distance,the figure stood and stared to his once castle. But now it was tainted by treachery, and all who betrayed him will pay. The dark figure pulled away his cape, and leapt to the sky.
The skies darkened like a stage before the show, and thunder danced through the skies with thunderous booms. The winds were unmoving, which is what disturbed Rap the most. He and Country stood outside the castle, the Spyre of Song, having been chosen by Grudge to guard the gates.
"Yo, C-song, I'm not digging this weather." Rap told his companion of the evening.
"Aw, quit yer belly'achin." Country said, his voice thick with the southern accent. "Your lookin' more scared than an Texas Armadillo crossin' a road." He turned back and guzzled down the bottle of whisky in his hand.
"But G, what if it's-"
"Now why in the Hell would that happen? Grunge said he killed that stark up bastard, and that's that." Country said, having heard this form Rap before. "Besides, even IF he's alive, he's not all that great, lowsy songs that mostly have screaming, I can't even get half the words said in any song and-"
Rap wasn't listening, instead looking up, trying to figure out what the black dot was in the sky.
Country looked up as well, trying to figure out as well, when both looked to each other as they heard the sound of an electric guitar spinning in the air.
Above them, The Metal was spinning down to them, his hands swinging the four necked axe around like a helicopter blade. He was coming down fast, and his mighty instrument slammed into the ground in between Rap and Country, blasting them both away in a sudden rush of sheer power.
Country got up in time to see the Metal towering over him, he was dressed in red armor, with bone-like shoulder plates that spiked up almost over his head. His hair black hair wavered in the now gusting wind. His eyes were a vicious white, being the only part that one could see of his face, as the rest was covered by the red helmet, the only expressive thing was the jade devil face on his belt.
Country tried to fumble for his gun, but the Metal rose his hand, bitch slapping the Country like nothing before, his head flying off his of his shoulders with a spray of blood.
The Metal watched as Rap quickly ran off, wise man, he thought, and hefted his Axe (Which was shaped as a LITERAL battle axe!) and strumed, suddenly screaming out, his hand raised high in the air, a toast to the gods of rock.
The door before him atomized instantly as the vibrations blasted through, Hell Fire coming after and destroying all in it's path, until there was just a straight walk to the throne room.
Then he saw them, the few who rose up to defy him:
Punk Rock, who was dressed in handwarmers, tight pants, and a jacket, sporting a mohawk that rose to the sky, looked with confusion to see the Metal. New Wave, wearing a poofy white shirt and denims, his hair long and flowing down his shoulders, was surprised and looked like The Metal just ripped through his nightmares. Techno was there, and so was Grunge, both looking in sudden fear at the Metal.
Grunge's spiked leather suit made odd noises as his hands clenched, as if expecting this. "Metal! How did you survive!?"
Metal only smiled under his helmet, and laughed with an almost evil humor. "You can't kill the Metal." He said, raising his axe again and strumming.
All of them jumped out of the way before the Metal screamed and destroyed the other side of the walls, the castle now begining to shudder under it's own weight and the power the Metal was releasing.
Punk Rock was the first to come at him, spinning and driving a kick to the Metal's face. But he failed, as the Metal grabbed his whole leg, spun him around and broke a pillar with Punk Rock, and slammed him into the ground. Raising his axe, he slammed it down on the Punk Rock and only blood splashed out in a "V" against the walls.
New Wave came at him next as he approached, pulling out his synth and attacking with the waves of his music.
The song was flooded and erradicated with the sudden strum and scream of Metal, which completely desintagrated New Wave, who's ashes fell to the ground.
Techno tried to run, her baggy pants with it's many neon devices clinking together. But the Metal grabbed at her hair and pulled her back, "No! Please!" She screamed before impaling through his Axe's four, spear ended necks. the Metal swung out the instrument, tossing Techno away like a rag doll, who impaled once more against a spiked torch, she screamed as she was set aflame.
The Metal approached the throne, suddenly grunting as he was hit from behind from the Grunge.
Grunge heard the grunt, and grinned in triumph, only to frown and scream before the Metal gripped his face with his whole hand, his fingers digging into his skull, his strength phenominal.
The castle was shuddering now like nothing before, and a sudden roar was heard as it fell on top of them both.
Outside, Rap and a few others had gathered as the castle collapsed, it's towering spired falling in a continuously climbing cloud of dirt and debris. As the clouds continued to swirl above, lightning struck down repeated to where the castle had fully fallen.
What remained of the masses of stone and mortar remained still and smoking, until a sudden earthquake shuddered the land, and a mass of rock and debris flew into the sky, corpses landed, and Rap saw the disembodied head of New Wave. He looked up, in time to see him, the Metal stood like a god before his throne, the rightful king gripping the corpse of Grunge in one mighty hand from the skull.
The Metal stared out to the stormy sky and the barren land, his white eyes narrowed in the black under his helmet. He looked completely unharmed, and he tossed the corpse he held aside, raising his axe high in one hand, the other up with all fingers down but the fore and last finger. "The Metal Will live on!" He roared, lightning coming down around him and the earth cracking before him, fire rising up in a tide to emphasize the Metal's words with his godly might.
starring druoxthefurrinator as the Metal
By Dante
The landscape was a barren waste, all for but a tower in the distance,the figure stood and stared to his once castle. But now it was tainted by treachery, and all who betrayed him will pay. The dark figure pulled away his cape, and leapt to the sky.
The skies darkened like a stage before the show, and thunder danced through the skies with thunderous booms. The winds were unmoving, which is what disturbed Rap the most. He and Country stood outside the castle, the Spyre of Song, having been chosen by Grudge to guard the gates.
"Yo, C-song, I'm not digging this weather." Rap told his companion of the evening.
"Aw, quit yer belly'achin." Country said, his voice thick with the southern accent. "Your lookin' more scared than an Texas Armadillo crossin' a road." He turned back and guzzled down the bottle of whisky in his hand.
"But G, what if it's-"
"Now why in the Hell would that happen? Grunge said he killed that stark up bastard, and that's that." Country said, having heard this form Rap before. "Besides, even IF he's alive, he's not all that great, lowsy songs that mostly have screaming, I can't even get half the words said in any song and-"
Rap wasn't listening, instead looking up, trying to figure out what the black dot was in the sky.
Country looked up as well, trying to figure out as well, when both looked to each other as they heard the sound of an electric guitar spinning in the air.
Above them, The Metal was spinning down to them, his hands swinging the four necked axe around like a helicopter blade. He was coming down fast, and his mighty instrument slammed into the ground in between Rap and Country, blasting them both away in a sudden rush of sheer power.
Country got up in time to see the Metal towering over him, he was dressed in red armor, with bone-like shoulder plates that spiked up almost over his head. His hair black hair wavered in the now gusting wind. His eyes were a vicious white, being the only part that one could see of his face, as the rest was covered by the red helmet, the only expressive thing was the jade devil face on his belt.
Country tried to fumble for his gun, but the Metal rose his hand, bitch slapping the Country like nothing before, his head flying off his of his shoulders with a spray of blood.
The Metal watched as Rap quickly ran off, wise man, he thought, and hefted his Axe (Which was shaped as a LITERAL battle axe!) and strumed, suddenly screaming out, his hand raised high in the air, a toast to the gods of rock.
The door before him atomized instantly as the vibrations blasted through, Hell Fire coming after and destroying all in it's path, until there was just a straight walk to the throne room.
Then he saw them, the few who rose up to defy him:
Punk Rock, who was dressed in handwarmers, tight pants, and a jacket, sporting a mohawk that rose to the sky, looked with confusion to see the Metal. New Wave, wearing a poofy white shirt and denims, his hair long and flowing down his shoulders, was surprised and looked like The Metal just ripped through his nightmares. Techno was there, and so was Grunge, both looking in sudden fear at the Metal.
Grunge's spiked leather suit made odd noises as his hands clenched, as if expecting this. "Metal! How did you survive!?"
Metal only smiled under his helmet, and laughed with an almost evil humor. "You can't kill the Metal." He said, raising his axe again and strumming.
All of them jumped out of the way before the Metal screamed and destroyed the other side of the walls, the castle now begining to shudder under it's own weight and the power the Metal was releasing.
Punk Rock was the first to come at him, spinning and driving a kick to the Metal's face. But he failed, as the Metal grabbed his whole leg, spun him around and broke a pillar with Punk Rock, and slammed him into the ground. Raising his axe, he slammed it down on the Punk Rock and only blood splashed out in a "V" against the walls.
New Wave came at him next as he approached, pulling out his synth and attacking with the waves of his music.
The song was flooded and erradicated with the sudden strum and scream of Metal, which completely desintagrated New Wave, who's ashes fell to the ground.
Techno tried to run, her baggy pants with it's many neon devices clinking together. But the Metal grabbed at her hair and pulled her back, "No! Please!" She screamed before impaling through his Axe's four, spear ended necks. the Metal swung out the instrument, tossing Techno away like a rag doll, who impaled once more against a spiked torch, she screamed as she was set aflame.
The Metal approached the throne, suddenly grunting as he was hit from behind from the Grunge.
Grunge heard the grunt, and grinned in triumph, only to frown and scream before the Metal gripped his face with his whole hand, his fingers digging into his skull, his strength phenominal.
The castle was shuddering now like nothing before, and a sudden roar was heard as it fell on top of them both.
Outside, Rap and a few others had gathered as the castle collapsed, it's towering spired falling in a continuously climbing cloud of dirt and debris. As the clouds continued to swirl above, lightning struck down repeated to where the castle had fully fallen.
What remained of the masses of stone and mortar remained still and smoking, until a sudden earthquake shuddered the land, and a mass of rock and debris flew into the sky, corpses landed, and Rap saw the disembodied head of New Wave. He looked up, in time to see him, the Metal stood like a god before his throne, the rightful king gripping the corpse of Grunge in one mighty hand from the skull.
The Metal stared out to the stormy sky and the barren land, his white eyes narrowed in the black under his helmet. He looked completely unharmed, and he tossed the corpse he held aside, raising his axe high in one hand, the other up with all fingers down but the fore and last finger. "The Metal Will live on!" He roared, lightning coming down around him and the earth cracking before him, fire rising up in a tide to emphasize the Metal's words with his godly might.
first storeh! XP enjoy!!! (it's basically a bio for Dante)
Posted 17 years agoInterview with a Serpent, the unfinished biography of Dante "Diamondback" Savitarus.
I know what your thinking, the whole "Interview with a-" thing was a bit cheesy and lame, it was all I could come up with right now, since my mind is still flustered over the meeting with him (And it was about a month ago!). I'm Zophia Sofia, Journalist extraordinare of the Wayward Tribute, a gothic magazine in Cali that I work for, and one of the few that ever actually got to trully meet Dante and speak with him about his past.
First, you've got to understand, I was on his trail for a whole year, and all I had were footnotes and quick sketches about the black haired snake. Wondering why? Because I noticed something about him, that his image (literally exactly him!) on pieces of art dated back in the 10th centurty! pardon my french, but that's way too fucking long for someone to be alive! So, I went to the chief and he told me that it would be gold for our magazine to track him down and find him, since he thought that this guy might be some vampire or something. Now, seeing as I don't believe in vampires, I tend to not give as much a shit to these things, but he promised a massive pay raise and that got me bookin' a ticket on a plane so fast...hehehe.
Well, after the year of searching, I thought it was over, through right as I was giving up in the Mediteranean, I got a note from him at my hotel!
"Dearest Zebra who can't stop stalking me,
Yes, don't freak, this IS the same Dante your after, that name's like dandelions here, hehehe.
Anyways, I've been increasingly noticing that you've been following me from place to place, 'bout three months ago you should've noticed on how I was just hopping around and seeing how far you'd follow; how you ever managed to find me in Tokyo after Amsterdam I will never know!
So, seeing as how you won't leave me be, I will invite you personally to my pad in
.
Bring anything you'd like: Camera, recorder, beachwares, pencil 'n pad, I'll have a full interview with you if you wish, being a reporter and all it might be what you want.
Well, I'll see you there, hugs and kisses to your mother for me ;)
~Dante S"
Now, how he knew what job I had could easilly be guessed, but how he knew about my mother was a mystery! So, I went to the place (Strangely, I can't remember where it was, and the note was destroyed when I found it again.) So, hopping a plane to the Dominican republic, I took a ferry to a small island way farther off chart than any I ever saw and here is how it all went.
Oh! But first, his real name is Dante Savitarus...
The beach was swayed by a gentle breeze while the zebra was walking up to the little hut, which was all it could be called. The house itself looked to be made of long grass and bamboo. There was a little patio, along with what looked like a hot tub. She was surprised, she was expecting something more...
"Rich?" She jumped as she heard the voice from RIGHT behind her. She turned around and saw who she was looking for the last year. His glasses glinted in the sunlight after a cloud passed over head.
He was taller than her much! She was about 5'3" and he looked almost seven feet!
"Six feet, ten inches to be exact." he said with a smile and a wink, then wlaked past her to the hut. "Well come on!" he said with an almost child-like excitement.
I nodded and walked up to the little house, which was set on the beach, just a quick run to the waters. Kinda dangerous, with tide and all, I thought, but it was still standing, and he might welcome the monsoons, being a snake and all.
"Ha! I never had one of those in a long while!" he said as he opened the sliding door into his house. "Geez, a Monsoon! puh-lease." He turned back to her and helped her up on the patia. She was wearing a skirt, not expecting any of this. "One should always be prepared, you should know that." He said with a light laugh as they went inside.
Okay, the mind reading was getting annoying, She absolutely hated psychics.
"Sorry, I can't help it, I haven't had company in a while, so it's kinda hard after a week of not controlling your telekenesis." he said, walking over to walk looked like a bar.
The house's interior was larger than what it looked like outside! It was still basic, but still large enough to have several rooms. She saw a kitchen with a bar, and a living room with a surfboard on the wall, and what looked like a-
A bathroom!? interesting.
"Listen." Dante turned around to her, tilting his head. "If you wish for no psychic ploys, kindly don't think, or start speaking, it's hard not to reply to someone who was thinking as if in a monologue."
"Oh! Sorry." she said, blushing lightly and looking down.
"Don't be! No regrets at Dante's pad, I was just asking, sorry for sounding rude. Oh! I broke my own rule." He laughed. "So what's your name?"
She was surprised, she thought he would know it, being psychic and all. "That would be rude of me." He said with a laugh. "Your name?"
She looked up at him with a blink as he held...was that an icee? "Zophia."
"Zophia." He coppied, as if he were testing the name on his lips. "Very nice. Off to the hot tub!" he said, walking and taking off his shirt, which was as it had always been every time she saw him. He was always wearing black, and a tight muscle shirt and baggy pants, with arm warmers sometimes as well, or fishnet.
"Excuse me?" She asked, watching him walk outside again. "I thought this was an interview."
"No, I said it could be if you wanted. Though, of course, dates ARE interviews." he said with a chuckle as he started to unzip his pants.
Oh gods! She looked away, and then turned with a glimpse of one eye to see that he wore swimming trunks. Oh thank gods...She still blushed lightly. The man was built like his species would be.He was skinny as hell, with a pale yellow underbelly that matched the rest of his bright green scales like a lemon with lime. Right down his back, and a little to his arms, were a line of black diamonds, obviously giving him his nickname. But gods! he was a muscled boy, his chest, arms, abbs and legs were ripped, though it hid well when he wore clothing. He could have been a lightweight fighter or something!
"Well, come on! take 'em off!" Dante said with a smile, his hands on his bare hips...
She shook her head as her imagination tried to show what could be down under the pants. No time for that, girl! she yelled at herself mentally. "b-but,"
"No buts, missy." he said with a mock tone of a parent, still grinning. "If you want that interview, you must join me in the hot tub." he added with a sing song voice.
She hardened her nerves, and started to take off her blouse. He simply turned and entered the hot tub, turning around and sinking chest deep into it, his arms resting on the rim.
As she was pulling off her top, to show she WAS wearing a black bikini top, which was doing little against the dd cups she had, he was making a drum sound as if it were a freaking porno! she glared at him and he only laughed.
After taking off her skirt, showing off the thong she wore with the top, she stepped into the warm water, which she admitted, practically gave back ten years of her life at touch. Her hoof slid against the smooth bottom as she lowered herself into the water as well.
"Good, huh?" he asked with a chuckle. "Okay, ask away."
"Okay-" she said, reaching up and grabbing a recorder, along with a notepad.
"No."
She looked up surprised as she said the recorder on the rim, thinking she might of offended him with one of the items. "Excuse me?"
"Oh sure! It's just that I'm answering your first question, sorry for the psychic deal again. But no, I'm not a vampire, no evil undead thing out to drink blood to sustain immortality."
"Oh, okay." She said with a giggle. "Sorry, my editor told me to see about that. So, tell me a little about yourself, mister...diamondback."
He laughed like he had heard the funniest joke ever. "No, no no. First, it'd be Mr. Savitarus, and second, just call me Dante."
"okay." She said with a light blush, and wrote down his last name.
"Well, tell me a little about yourself."
"Alright." he leaned back, as if to think. "I like ice suckies, as you can plainly see." he sucked on the icee as if to emphasize. "I travel a lot, just out of boredom sometimes, and to see the wonders of each land. I like beaches, as you could probably guess, and only go to cold places if I'm THAT bored enough. I used to do marijuanna, but then decided to quit. I still drink, but ocassionally, and I think smoking is a horrible habit to anyone and everyone, glad to know you quit."
She looked up at him surprised. "How did-"
"I was there, girl. You were at highschool and smoking, a boy you thought was cute walked by and you said hi, he just looked away as if you were the sickest animal in the zoo." He smiled slily at her. "You quit two days later."
She was speechless, he was there!? but that was almost ten years ago! He looked practically twenty himself!
"You forget," he chuckled. "I've been around long enough to see the Mona Lisa get her portrait done." he smiled and closed his eyes, as if remembering. "Ah, Lisa...there's a reason she's called the 'Mona' Lisa, you know."
She was red fully through her fur as he laughed lightly. He was speaking as if he and they...oh gods!
"Yeah, she was great, just in case you were gonna ask." he said with a laugh, reddening himself.
"Okay." she said, deciding to change the subject. "So what about your childhood? parents?"
"Ah, best couple ever!" he said with a laugh. "My mom is a tropical viper of the Brazillian rainforest, and my dad is a sea serpent."
"You sound as if they're still alive?"
"Yep! Alive and kicking! and screaming, and moaning, and all that other happy stuff. I swear, I can't ever go to their place without hearing a bed creak." He chuckled. "Without them, though, I wouldn't know anything, or be alive, and the Mona Lisa would be just called the Lisa!" He laughed. "Just so you know, I never actually did Lisa, I was only kidding."
She sighed, this guy was a complete joker! "So, your parents home schooled you?"
"Oh yeah! In everything, too." he said with a chuckle. "My dad taught me how to fight, and my mom taught me how to dance. He taught me math and science while she taught me languages and history. History and Math back then were the EASIEST ever! The Babylonian empire had yet to start, for your gods' sake!"
She tilted her head. "So you admit your..." her eyes widened. "Pre babylonian!?"
"pre-cromagnon, actually." he said with a chuckle. "I just say I'm about 19 or 23 to people off the island to make them comfortable. Walk around and tell people you remember the first human, let alone the last dinosaur!" he said with another laugh.
She decided to laugh lightly as well, though she was a little uncomfortable. "But, how are you still alive then!?"
"Dunno, just am." He said, frowning a little. "Am I supposed to be dead? sorry for disappointing you, miss Sofia."
She was surprised by his offended behavior. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-"
He laughed full hartedly. "Hah! I couldn't keep a straight face! oh...no no, it's fine. I was just messing." he said, coming closer to her. "You need to chill, girl. Or else you won't last long." he said with a smile on his face.
She saw how his body shimmered after it was in the water, and how his hair was still in it's odd fashion still. Black/blue and the bangs jumped up like that one female student character from that anime she saw a while back.
"Turn around." He said, and strangely enough she complied. His clawed fingers traced her shoulder, and then he began to massage her in the hot tub! She would have protested, but it was the best thing she felt in a really long time!
He smiled as she practically moaned in his touch. "I take it no boyfriend ever gave you a massage." He asked. She shook her head, leaning her neck in one direction, then another. Befor it could go any farhter, though, she pulled away as a last string of sense tried to reason things out with her flabergasted mind.
"So-umm..." She was blushing freely over her fur as she looked down at the waters. Her nipples were aching lightly as they stook up through the bikini top. "uh, any girlfriends, Dante?" she asked, trying to still keep it proffesional.
He smiled, knowing her attempts were failing miserably. "Oh my, would you like a list?" he asked with a laugh. "As you know, I'm very old, and with age comes experiance." he said with a chuckle as he began to move in the water around her, still down to his shoulders under the water.
"Sir, I'd like to keep this proffesional and...it's like your trying to seduce me." She said, feeling even more hot now than a few minutes ago.
"Only as much as it's working." he told her, his hands at her shoulders again. He had her in the middle of the tub! how he did it was a mystery.
"Many things about me are." he said with a chuckle. "You, it's pretty much the same. You attempt to keep things about you a mystery, and that leads to your shocked surprise whenever your secrets are revealed to you by another." His lips were close to her ears, which were flicking around as his forked tongue flicked them. "Don't be so worried here, no secrets need to be hidden, no regrets need to be had. Not with me." He said, one clawed hand going down and gripping at her breast. She turned around, as if completely in heat, and met his mouth with her own.
AH...yeah... We're not going to go in any more detail about the rest of that incident. Or...the one afterwards in the shower...or the one on the beach, back in the shower...and then the one in the living room on the couch/bed. Okay! I get it, he seduced me, and it worked, oh god it worked! anyways, afterwards, we continued the interview afterwards. He explained on how he tended to be lucky, extraordinarilly lucky, like finding rings on the ground, meeting famous people out of nowhere, and finding himself in the best places at the best times, like Serendipity. He used this to ah...OKAY! moving on!
The night sky was blanketted by stars, she was nuzzled against him, her head on his chest. Both wer stark naked and tired as hell.
"Anymore questions?" Dante asked, looking down at her with a smile.
She looked up and shook her head, cuddling closer. "No..." She said tiredly, blinking slowly as he twittled a finger in her fur gently on her back.
"Okay then." he said. "Thanks for the interview, and hope to see you again soon." He said, and both laughed. She soon fell asleep in his arms into a dreamless slumber...
And...that's that! After I woke up, I found myself in an aparment of a hotel complex in Jamaica. I had my note pad, but the recorder only got the sound of the hot tub, which helps worth shit. I really don't know how to end this article, except for the stating that Dante "Diamondback" Savitarus, though not vampire, is still an enigma of the world that few will ever understand.
After correcting a few things on the computer screen, Zophia leaned agaisnt the leather chair, she would NOT ever let slip that she had the best sex of her life with some immortal creature from the tropics of cancer. She giggled at the thought, and then saved the typed information, rose up, and walked out of her office, yawning lightly.
After she left, A hissing chuckle was made as Dante appeared in the office, he walked around to look at it, a little less organized, more homey...good, she learned from meeting him, that's all he could hope for. He chuckled a little and turned on her computer, exactly where she was typing about him. He smiled and clicked a few buttons putting back all the juicy nondetails that she wrote down, adding a couple other side notes, and then added one last part just under the part where she finished.
"P.S.
Don't worry folks, you'll be seeing much more of me, very very soon. So no worries =)
~Dante"
I know what your thinking, the whole "Interview with a-" thing was a bit cheesy and lame, it was all I could come up with right now, since my mind is still flustered over the meeting with him (And it was about a month ago!). I'm Zophia Sofia, Journalist extraordinare of the Wayward Tribute, a gothic magazine in Cali that I work for, and one of the few that ever actually got to trully meet Dante and speak with him about his past.
First, you've got to understand, I was on his trail for a whole year, and all I had were footnotes and quick sketches about the black haired snake. Wondering why? Because I noticed something about him, that his image (literally exactly him!) on pieces of art dated back in the 10th centurty! pardon my french, but that's way too fucking long for someone to be alive! So, I went to the chief and he told me that it would be gold for our magazine to track him down and find him, since he thought that this guy might be some vampire or something. Now, seeing as I don't believe in vampires, I tend to not give as much a shit to these things, but he promised a massive pay raise and that got me bookin' a ticket on a plane so fast...hehehe.
Well, after the year of searching, I thought it was over, through right as I was giving up in the Mediteranean, I got a note from him at my hotel!
"Dearest Zebra who can't stop stalking me,
Yes, don't freak, this IS the same Dante your after, that name's like dandelions here, hehehe.
Anyways, I've been increasingly noticing that you've been following me from place to place, 'bout three months ago you should've noticed on how I was just hopping around and seeing how far you'd follow; how you ever managed to find me in Tokyo after Amsterdam I will never know!
So, seeing as how you won't leave me be, I will invite you personally to my pad in
.
Bring anything you'd like: Camera, recorder, beachwares, pencil 'n pad, I'll have a full interview with you if you wish, being a reporter and all it might be what you want.
Well, I'll see you there, hugs and kisses to your mother for me ;)
~Dante S"
Now, how he knew what job I had could easilly be guessed, but how he knew about my mother was a mystery! So, I went to the place (Strangely, I can't remember where it was, and the note was destroyed when I found it again.) So, hopping a plane to the Dominican republic, I took a ferry to a small island way farther off chart than any I ever saw and here is how it all went.
Oh! But first, his real name is Dante Savitarus...
The beach was swayed by a gentle breeze while the zebra was walking up to the little hut, which was all it could be called. The house itself looked to be made of long grass and bamboo. There was a little patio, along with what looked like a hot tub. She was surprised, she was expecting something more...
"Rich?" She jumped as she heard the voice from RIGHT behind her. She turned around and saw who she was looking for the last year. His glasses glinted in the sunlight after a cloud passed over head.
He was taller than her much! She was about 5'3" and he looked almost seven feet!
"Six feet, ten inches to be exact." he said with a smile and a wink, then wlaked past her to the hut. "Well come on!" he said with an almost child-like excitement.
I nodded and walked up to the little house, which was set on the beach, just a quick run to the waters. Kinda dangerous, with tide and all, I thought, but it was still standing, and he might welcome the monsoons, being a snake and all.
"Ha! I never had one of those in a long while!" he said as he opened the sliding door into his house. "Geez, a Monsoon! puh-lease." He turned back to her and helped her up on the patia. She was wearing a skirt, not expecting any of this. "One should always be prepared, you should know that." He said with a light laugh as they went inside.
Okay, the mind reading was getting annoying, She absolutely hated psychics.
"Sorry, I can't help it, I haven't had company in a while, so it's kinda hard after a week of not controlling your telekenesis." he said, walking over to walk looked like a bar.
The house's interior was larger than what it looked like outside! It was still basic, but still large enough to have several rooms. She saw a kitchen with a bar, and a living room with a surfboard on the wall, and what looked like a-
A bathroom!? interesting.
"Listen." Dante turned around to her, tilting his head. "If you wish for no psychic ploys, kindly don't think, or start speaking, it's hard not to reply to someone who was thinking as if in a monologue."
"Oh! Sorry." she said, blushing lightly and looking down.
"Don't be! No regrets at Dante's pad, I was just asking, sorry for sounding rude. Oh! I broke my own rule." He laughed. "So what's your name?"
She was surprised, she thought he would know it, being psychic and all. "That would be rude of me." He said with a laugh. "Your name?"
She looked up at him with a blink as he held...was that an icee? "Zophia."
"Zophia." He coppied, as if he were testing the name on his lips. "Very nice. Off to the hot tub!" he said, walking and taking off his shirt, which was as it had always been every time she saw him. He was always wearing black, and a tight muscle shirt and baggy pants, with arm warmers sometimes as well, or fishnet.
"Excuse me?" She asked, watching him walk outside again. "I thought this was an interview."
"No, I said it could be if you wanted. Though, of course, dates ARE interviews." he said with a chuckle as he started to unzip his pants.
Oh gods! She looked away, and then turned with a glimpse of one eye to see that he wore swimming trunks. Oh thank gods...She still blushed lightly. The man was built like his species would be.He was skinny as hell, with a pale yellow underbelly that matched the rest of his bright green scales like a lemon with lime. Right down his back, and a little to his arms, were a line of black diamonds, obviously giving him his nickname. But gods! he was a muscled boy, his chest, arms, abbs and legs were ripped, though it hid well when he wore clothing. He could have been a lightweight fighter or something!
"Well, come on! take 'em off!" Dante said with a smile, his hands on his bare hips...
She shook her head as her imagination tried to show what could be down under the pants. No time for that, girl! she yelled at herself mentally. "b-but,"
"No buts, missy." he said with a mock tone of a parent, still grinning. "If you want that interview, you must join me in the hot tub." he added with a sing song voice.
She hardened her nerves, and started to take off her blouse. He simply turned and entered the hot tub, turning around and sinking chest deep into it, his arms resting on the rim.
As she was pulling off her top, to show she WAS wearing a black bikini top, which was doing little against the dd cups she had, he was making a drum sound as if it were a freaking porno! she glared at him and he only laughed.
After taking off her skirt, showing off the thong she wore with the top, she stepped into the warm water, which she admitted, practically gave back ten years of her life at touch. Her hoof slid against the smooth bottom as she lowered herself into the water as well.
"Good, huh?" he asked with a chuckle. "Okay, ask away."
"Okay-" she said, reaching up and grabbing a recorder, along with a notepad.
"No."
She looked up surprised as she said the recorder on the rim, thinking she might of offended him with one of the items. "Excuse me?"
"Oh sure! It's just that I'm answering your first question, sorry for the psychic deal again. But no, I'm not a vampire, no evil undead thing out to drink blood to sustain immortality."
"Oh, okay." She said with a giggle. "Sorry, my editor told me to see about that. So, tell me a little about yourself, mister...diamondback."
He laughed like he had heard the funniest joke ever. "No, no no. First, it'd be Mr. Savitarus, and second, just call me Dante."
"okay." She said with a light blush, and wrote down his last name.
"Well, tell me a little about yourself."
"Alright." he leaned back, as if to think. "I like ice suckies, as you can plainly see." he sucked on the icee as if to emphasize. "I travel a lot, just out of boredom sometimes, and to see the wonders of each land. I like beaches, as you could probably guess, and only go to cold places if I'm THAT bored enough. I used to do marijuanna, but then decided to quit. I still drink, but ocassionally, and I think smoking is a horrible habit to anyone and everyone, glad to know you quit."
She looked up at him surprised. "How did-"
"I was there, girl. You were at highschool and smoking, a boy you thought was cute walked by and you said hi, he just looked away as if you were the sickest animal in the zoo." He smiled slily at her. "You quit two days later."
She was speechless, he was there!? but that was almost ten years ago! He looked practically twenty himself!
"You forget," he chuckled. "I've been around long enough to see the Mona Lisa get her portrait done." he smiled and closed his eyes, as if remembering. "Ah, Lisa...there's a reason she's called the 'Mona' Lisa, you know."
She was red fully through her fur as he laughed lightly. He was speaking as if he and they...oh gods!
"Yeah, she was great, just in case you were gonna ask." he said with a laugh, reddening himself.
"Okay." she said, deciding to change the subject. "So what about your childhood? parents?"
"Ah, best couple ever!" he said with a laugh. "My mom is a tropical viper of the Brazillian rainforest, and my dad is a sea serpent."
"You sound as if they're still alive?"
"Yep! Alive and kicking! and screaming, and moaning, and all that other happy stuff. I swear, I can't ever go to their place without hearing a bed creak." He chuckled. "Without them, though, I wouldn't know anything, or be alive, and the Mona Lisa would be just called the Lisa!" He laughed. "Just so you know, I never actually did Lisa, I was only kidding."
She sighed, this guy was a complete joker! "So, your parents home schooled you?"
"Oh yeah! In everything, too." he said with a chuckle. "My dad taught me how to fight, and my mom taught me how to dance. He taught me math and science while she taught me languages and history. History and Math back then were the EASIEST ever! The Babylonian empire had yet to start, for your gods' sake!"
She tilted her head. "So you admit your..." her eyes widened. "Pre babylonian!?"
"pre-cromagnon, actually." he said with a chuckle. "I just say I'm about 19 or 23 to people off the island to make them comfortable. Walk around and tell people you remember the first human, let alone the last dinosaur!" he said with another laugh.
She decided to laugh lightly as well, though she was a little uncomfortable. "But, how are you still alive then!?"
"Dunno, just am." He said, frowning a little. "Am I supposed to be dead? sorry for disappointing you, miss Sofia."
She was surprised by his offended behavior. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-"
He laughed full hartedly. "Hah! I couldn't keep a straight face! oh...no no, it's fine. I was just messing." he said, coming closer to her. "You need to chill, girl. Or else you won't last long." he said with a smile on his face.
She saw how his body shimmered after it was in the water, and how his hair was still in it's odd fashion still. Black/blue and the bangs jumped up like that one female student character from that anime she saw a while back.
"Turn around." He said, and strangely enough she complied. His clawed fingers traced her shoulder, and then he began to massage her in the hot tub! She would have protested, but it was the best thing she felt in a really long time!
He smiled as she practically moaned in his touch. "I take it no boyfriend ever gave you a massage." He asked. She shook her head, leaning her neck in one direction, then another. Befor it could go any farhter, though, she pulled away as a last string of sense tried to reason things out with her flabergasted mind.
"So-umm..." She was blushing freely over her fur as she looked down at the waters. Her nipples were aching lightly as they stook up through the bikini top. "uh, any girlfriends, Dante?" she asked, trying to still keep it proffesional.
He smiled, knowing her attempts were failing miserably. "Oh my, would you like a list?" he asked with a laugh. "As you know, I'm very old, and with age comes experiance." he said with a chuckle as he began to move in the water around her, still down to his shoulders under the water.
"Sir, I'd like to keep this proffesional and...it's like your trying to seduce me." She said, feeling even more hot now than a few minutes ago.
"Only as much as it's working." he told her, his hands at her shoulders again. He had her in the middle of the tub! how he did it was a mystery.
"Many things about me are." he said with a chuckle. "You, it's pretty much the same. You attempt to keep things about you a mystery, and that leads to your shocked surprise whenever your secrets are revealed to you by another." His lips were close to her ears, which were flicking around as his forked tongue flicked them. "Don't be so worried here, no secrets need to be hidden, no regrets need to be had. Not with me." He said, one clawed hand going down and gripping at her breast. She turned around, as if completely in heat, and met his mouth with her own.
AH...yeah... We're not going to go in any more detail about the rest of that incident. Or...the one afterwards in the shower...or the one on the beach, back in the shower...and then the one in the living room on the couch/bed. Okay! I get it, he seduced me, and it worked, oh god it worked! anyways, afterwards, we continued the interview afterwards. He explained on how he tended to be lucky, extraordinarilly lucky, like finding rings on the ground, meeting famous people out of nowhere, and finding himself in the best places at the best times, like Serendipity. He used this to ah...OKAY! moving on!
The night sky was blanketted by stars, she was nuzzled against him, her head on his chest. Both wer stark naked and tired as hell.
"Anymore questions?" Dante asked, looking down at her with a smile.
She looked up and shook her head, cuddling closer. "No..." She said tiredly, blinking slowly as he twittled a finger in her fur gently on her back.
"Okay then." he said. "Thanks for the interview, and hope to see you again soon." He said, and both laughed. She soon fell asleep in his arms into a dreamless slumber...
And...that's that! After I woke up, I found myself in an aparment of a hotel complex in Jamaica. I had my note pad, but the recorder only got the sound of the hot tub, which helps worth shit. I really don't know how to end this article, except for the stating that Dante "Diamondback" Savitarus, though not vampire, is still an enigma of the world that few will ever understand.
After correcting a few things on the computer screen, Zophia leaned agaisnt the leather chair, she would NOT ever let slip that she had the best sex of her life with some immortal creature from the tropics of cancer. She giggled at the thought, and then saved the typed information, rose up, and walked out of her office, yawning lightly.
After she left, A hissing chuckle was made as Dante appeared in the office, he walked around to look at it, a little less organized, more homey...good, she learned from meeting him, that's all he could hope for. He chuckled a little and turned on her computer, exactly where she was typing about him. He smiled and clicked a few buttons putting back all the juicy nondetails that she wrote down, adding a couple other side notes, and then added one last part just under the part where she finished.
"P.S.
Don't worry folks, you'll be seeing much more of me, very very soon. So no worries =)
~Dante"
Considering writing in my journal, thoughts?
Posted 17 years agookay, I can't figure out how to submit anything onto FA, and I tend to write every here and there. So, I'm conisidering writing my stories in my journal.
What's everyone else's thoughts on this? think I should? would it be a bad idea? please tell me what you think.
thanks!
~dante
What's everyone else's thoughts on this? think I should? would it be a bad idea? please tell me what you think.
thanks!
~dante
found this on a friends and thought "hey, spread dem loves"
Posted 17 years ago40 Favorite things
Eat, drink:
1. Dr. Pepper
2. Mt. Dew
3. Minty Chocolate
4. Fudge
5. Pizza
6. cherry and grape beverages
7. most vegetables all around
8. any ice cream
9. most meat
10. lemonade ^^
Games:
11. Dungeons and Dragons
12. War Craft
13. Command and Conquer
14. Halo
15. Overlord
Movies, series, comics:
16. Death Note (Anime series)
17. Elfen Lied (Anime series)
18. FLCL (Anime series)
19. Queen of the Damned (movie)
20. 300 (movie)
21. Dr. Who (series/comic)
22. Shin Chan! (anime)
23. Dark Hunter Series (series)
24. Chibi Vampire (manga series)
25. Metalocalypse (Cartoon)
Music:
26. Metal
27. Classic
28. Foreign Dance Party! XD
29. Industrial
30. Gothic
Gadgets:
31. Computers
32. the TV
33. the 360
Clothes:
34. Boxer Briefs
35. Denims
36.Black baggy pants
37. medium shirts/long sleeves
38. Collars
Close combat weapon:
39: depends how close we're talking
Misc:
40: Oddities
Eat, drink:
1. Dr. Pepper
2. Mt. Dew
3. Minty Chocolate
4. Fudge
5. Pizza
6. cherry and grape beverages
7. most vegetables all around
8. any ice cream
9. most meat
10. lemonade ^^
Games:
11. Dungeons and Dragons
12. War Craft
13. Command and Conquer
14. Halo
15. Overlord
Movies, series, comics:
16. Death Note (Anime series)
17. Elfen Lied (Anime series)
18. FLCL (Anime series)
19. Queen of the Damned (movie)
20. 300 (movie)
21. Dr. Who (series/comic)
22. Shin Chan! (anime)
23. Dark Hunter Series (series)
24. Chibi Vampire (manga series)
25. Metalocalypse (Cartoon)
Music:
26. Metal
27. Classic
28. Foreign Dance Party! XD
29. Industrial
30. Gothic
Gadgets:
31. Computers
32. the TV
33. the 360
Clothes:
34. Boxer Briefs
35. Denims
36.Black baggy pants
37. medium shirts/long sleeves
38. Collars
Close combat weapon:
39: depends how close we're talking
Misc:
40: Oddities
Me-me I found from someone else and decided "hey, why not tr
Posted 17 years agoA : Easy to fall in love with.
B : You like people.
C : You are really silly.
D : one in a million.
E : Great in bed.
F : You are dead sexy.
G : You never let people tell you what to do.
H : You are Quirky.
I : Great in bed.
J : People Adore you
K : You're wild and crazy.
L : Unbelievably great in bed.
M : best kisser ever.
N : You like to drink.
O : Crazy
P : You are popular with all types of people.
Q : You are a hypocrite.
S : You love to drink
R : Fucking crazy.
T : You're loyal to those you love.
U : You really like to chill.
V : You are not judgmental.
W : You are very broad minded.
X : You never let people tell you what to do.
Y : best boy/girl friend any one can ask for.
Z : Always ready.
I'm using my profile/avi name:
D: One in a million (true)
A: Easy to fall in love with (so far so true)
N: You like to drink (used to, still might, unsure lol ^^)
T: You're loyal to those you love (Always! ^^ <3)
E: Great in bed (<<...have yet to prove it, lol ^///^)
here's something, every time I try something like this, it always says something of how great I am in bed. How the hell do I get it so many times while I'm still a virgin!?
lol ^^ ah well.
~dante
B : You like people.
C : You are really silly.
D : one in a million.
E : Great in bed.
F : You are dead sexy.
G : You never let people tell you what to do.
H : You are Quirky.
I : Great in bed.
J : People Adore you
K : You're wild and crazy.
L : Unbelievably great in bed.
M : best kisser ever.
N : You like to drink.
O : Crazy
P : You are popular with all types of people.
Q : You are a hypocrite.
S : You love to drink
R : Fucking crazy.
T : You're loyal to those you love.
U : You really like to chill.
V : You are not judgmental.
W : You are very broad minded.
X : You never let people tell you what to do.
Y : best boy/girl friend any one can ask for.
Z : Always ready.
I'm using my profile/avi name:
D: One in a million (true)
A: Easy to fall in love with (so far so true)
N: You like to drink (used to, still might, unsure lol ^^)
T: You're loyal to those you love (Always! ^^ <3)
E: Great in bed (<<...have yet to prove it, lol ^///^)
here's something, every time I try something like this, it always says something of how great I am in bed. How the hell do I get it so many times while I'm still a virgin!?
lol ^^ ah well.
~dante
Yay! good couple of weeks! XP
Posted 17 years agohooray! I got someone who wanted to work on my anthro! so yes, I <3 snowmizer ^^ since I have no knowledge on how to make links or show avis, I guess the name will have to do *nods*
so yeah, other than that, just a bunch of good serendipity moments going on ^_^ gonna work on a thing for Koli (snowmizer's character) and need to find a scanner, so hopefully I'll find one =) joined a rpg on yahoo groups, but have no idea how those eve work, lol ^^" so yeah, no worries there.
how's everyone else doing?
~dante
so yeah, other than that, just a bunch of good serendipity moments going on ^_^ gonna work on a thing for Koli (snowmizer's character) and need to find a scanner, so hopefully I'll find one =) joined a rpg on yahoo groups, but have no idea how those eve work, lol ^^" so yeah, no worries there.
how's everyone else doing?
~dante
just a thought, but...
Posted 17 years agowould anyone perchance be interested in doing a thing about my Anthro?
drawing, story, whatever. I'm just wondering if anyone might want to. I'd very much appreciate it and such ^^
I have nothing to pay you with except for the thanks and the granting of using him (my anthro) in any way you want afterwards in any of your art, not sure if that counts as a payment/reward, but yeah...it's really all I got, hehehe ^_^
anyway, here is a description:
Dante "Diamondback" Sidewinder (Real name is Dante Savitarus) is a snake anthro who is most of the time melo or just plain wierd in the way he acts. Tall and lithe, he stands around 6'7" tall and weights over 300 pounds, though it's all in muscle, despite his thin form. His skin is green with a yellow underbelly, with black diamonds going down his back, from neck to tail. His hair is shoulder length and black, with usually three white bangs in the front on his right along with the rest of his black bangs. His eyes are normally red, but can change color depending on mood (I'll leave the color system to whoever wants to do it)
He likes frozen drinks (which he refers to as "Ice Suckies") and is terrified of Preps (especially cheerleaders). Of unknown origins, he claims he is from the Bermuda Triangle. He has unknown, and near infinite magical abilites, from summoning to animation to prestidigitation and so on, so forth, though he only uses his magic to get ice suckies most of the time, and he has odd, continuous strokes of good luck and has continuous moments of serendipity.
He wears black all the time, and mostly the same getup. A tight fish net muscel shirt, covered by a black silk muscle shirt, and has cut off black gloves that go up to his elbows, or goes with black cut out sleeves that go as high as just bellow the shoulder, though that's if he wears a long sleeve fish net shirt his shoes are buckled black sneakers and he wears VERY baggy denims(any other clothes are up to whoever draws him). He wears glasses, though their tinted yellow and he wears them at the lower part of the bridge of his nose most of the time.
He enjoys going to raves, roleplaying, writing and drawing.
and...that's Dante, my anthro ^^ I'd thank big time whoever drew him or put him in their stories. and thanks for reading! =)
~paranoia
drawing, story, whatever. I'm just wondering if anyone might want to. I'd very much appreciate it and such ^^
I have nothing to pay you with except for the thanks and the granting of using him (my anthro) in any way you want afterwards in any of your art, not sure if that counts as a payment/reward, but yeah...it's really all I got, hehehe ^_^
anyway, here is a description:
Dante "Diamondback" Sidewinder (Real name is Dante Savitarus) is a snake anthro who is most of the time melo or just plain wierd in the way he acts. Tall and lithe, he stands around 6'7" tall and weights over 300 pounds, though it's all in muscle, despite his thin form. His skin is green with a yellow underbelly, with black diamonds going down his back, from neck to tail. His hair is shoulder length and black, with usually three white bangs in the front on his right along with the rest of his black bangs. His eyes are normally red, but can change color depending on mood (I'll leave the color system to whoever wants to do it)
He likes frozen drinks (which he refers to as "Ice Suckies") and is terrified of Preps (especially cheerleaders). Of unknown origins, he claims he is from the Bermuda Triangle. He has unknown, and near infinite magical abilites, from summoning to animation to prestidigitation and so on, so forth, though he only uses his magic to get ice suckies most of the time, and he has odd, continuous strokes of good luck and has continuous moments of serendipity.
He wears black all the time, and mostly the same getup. A tight fish net muscel shirt, covered by a black silk muscle shirt, and has cut off black gloves that go up to his elbows, or goes with black cut out sleeves that go as high as just bellow the shoulder, though that's if he wears a long sleeve fish net shirt his shoes are buckled black sneakers and he wears VERY baggy denims(any other clothes are up to whoever draws him). He wears glasses, though their tinted yellow and he wears them at the lower part of the bridge of his nose most of the time.
He enjoys going to raves, roleplaying, writing and drawing.
and...that's Dante, my anthro ^^ I'd thank big time whoever drew him or put him in their stories. and thanks for reading! =)
~paranoia
So I watched the Animation Show...
Posted 17 years agoand I laughed my ass off, cried my ass off, was confused off my ass, and pretty much any other gesture possible when mixing emotional reactions and asses.
*nods* the Animation Show really wasn't all that bad ^^
~paranoia
*nods* the Animation Show really wasn't all that bad ^^
~paranoia
T.V. Meme
Posted 17 years agook, this one's kinda harder than a movie meme, cause there's a lot more of an opening with TV, since not too many people watch the same things, but here it goes.
you can make at least 5, and up to as many quotes from television you want.
aaaand here we go!
1. okay, this is where the sick people check in, up stairs is where they go to die, and downstairs is where we slide their cold corpses into the wall...oh, and that's the gift shop.
2. -Hold on there, trusty rusty. Who are you?
-umm...da bus!
- see? they're the bus.
3. oh, thank god! I've only been wanting to sleep with my dead mother!
4. -Hi Gispatchio!
-I regret nothing.
5. How long was I in there?
-About 5 minutes.
-Why are we not funding this!?
6. Okay, the dragon is now pissed off...
7. If you rub a unicorn's horn long enough, it squirts out maaagical mayonase, that's what I used to make these sandwiches!
you can make at least 5, and up to as many quotes from television you want.
aaaand here we go!
1. okay, this is where the sick people check in, up stairs is where they go to die, and downstairs is where we slide their cold corpses into the wall...oh, and that's the gift shop.
2. -Hold on there, trusty rusty. Who are you?
-umm...da bus!
- see? they're the bus.
3. oh, thank god! I've only been wanting to sleep with my dead mother!
4. -Hi Gispatchio!
-I regret nothing.
5. How long was I in there?
-About 5 minutes.
-Why are we not funding this!?
6. Okay, the dragon is now pissed off...
7. If you rub a unicorn's horn long enough, it squirts out maaagical mayonase, that's what I used to make these sandwiches!
Movie MeMe! (Paranoia Dimentia edited)
Posted 17 years agoMovie meme
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie. (I have no idea how to do this, so I'll just use ones I know)
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions. (-_- what did I just say!?)
5. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie. (oO yeah...umm, I dunno about that either...)
6. Those who guess correctly have to do the Meme next! (yep! I'll let ya know who get's it right first ^^ have fun!)
1. I think so...that guy Tex is actually a robot, and your his boyfriend, which would make you...a gay robot.
2. I have nipples Greg, could you milk me?
3. I'm gonna give him an offer he can't refuse.
4. *pats face with both hands* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
5. Why, if it isn't my big brother, who decided to mingle with the commoners.
6. Now, you shall face me, oh prince, and all the powers of HELL!
7. ...But to believe a man and a woman never got down to it, now that's just plain gulibility!
8. Say goodbye to your two best friends, and I DON'T mean your pals in the Winabego.
9. Do you want to pick me up? Do you want to pick me up? Do you want to pick me up?
10. The battle, may be, Empress. Maybe. But not, the war!
11. It's all a *BOOM* Aaah! Son of a bitch!
12. um...ok, I'm gonna have to say no. Do..you get that feeling?
13. Clearly you don't know our women. I might as well have marched them up here, from what I've seen.
14. I'm not leaving without him!.....Never mind! let's go!
15. Okay,I'll tell you...Do you know...the muffin man?
ready aaaaaaaaaand...go! ^^
~paranoia
1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie. (I have no idea how to do this, so I'll just use ones I know)
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions. (-_- what did I just say!?)
5. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie. (oO yeah...umm, I dunno about that either...)
6. Those who guess correctly have to do the Meme next! (yep! I'll let ya know who get's it right first ^^ have fun!)
1. I think so...that guy Tex is actually a robot, and your his boyfriend, which would make you...a gay robot.
2. I have nipples Greg, could you milk me?
3. I'm gonna give him an offer he can't refuse.
4. *pats face with both hands* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
5. Why, if it isn't my big brother, who decided to mingle with the commoners.
6. Now, you shall face me, oh prince, and all the powers of HELL!
7. ...But to believe a man and a woman never got down to it, now that's just plain gulibility!
8. Say goodbye to your two best friends, and I DON'T mean your pals in the Winabego.
9. Do you want to pick me up? Do you want to pick me up? Do you want to pick me up?
10. The battle, may be, Empress. Maybe. But not, the war!
11. It's all a *BOOM* Aaah! Son of a bitch!
12. um...ok, I'm gonna have to say no. Do..you get that feeling?
13. Clearly you don't know our women. I might as well have marched them up here, from what I've seen.
14. I'm not leaving without him!.....Never mind! let's go!
15. Okay,I'll tell you...Do you know...the muffin man?
ready aaaaaaaaaand...go! ^^
~paranoia
First Journal ^^ about Paranoia Dimentia
Posted 17 years agoHello all! this is Paranoia I.N.S.A.N.E. Dimentia, or just Paranoia if you'd like. I would like to start it off with a bio:
Name: Steffen Lloyd Shure
Internet identity: Paranoia
Nicknames: Toon, Smeagule, Numa Numa guy, En
Age:18
Gender: Male
Likes: inteligent conversation, not so inteligent converartion but conversation with at least a small percentage of intelect still holding, of all kinds, anime, writing, Rp-ing, all kinds of music, helping people, and pretty much a LOT of stuff *nods*
Dislikes: not a lot, lol ^^
Sexual prefferance: straight
skin:white
hair:blonde
eyes:blue
Anthro:snake "Dante Diamondback"
Field of art: free hand sketch, illustration, graphic arts.
<_<...>_> so...yeah, I think that's about it ^^ it's been pretty cool being on FA.net. I get to meet new people who enjoy to draw the anthro, AND I get to learn how to myself, a double whammy! So far, I've got the hang of it. I like to write stories and play RPGs a LOT. I even created my own and am still coming up with ideas for many others. I have sketches and colored works, but sadly I have no way of getting them online (no scanner-_-) but ah well! ^^ I keep trying!
so yeah, I hope to make a lot of friends on FA, and thanks for the time you took to read mah first journal entry ^_^
c ya rounds
~paranoia
Name: Steffen Lloyd Shure
Internet identity: Paranoia
Nicknames: Toon, Smeagule, Numa Numa guy, En
Age:18
Gender: Male
Likes: inteligent conversation, not so inteligent converartion but conversation with at least a small percentage of intelect still holding, of all kinds, anime, writing, Rp-ing, all kinds of music, helping people, and pretty much a LOT of stuff *nods*
Dislikes: not a lot, lol ^^
Sexual prefferance: straight
skin:white
hair:blonde
eyes:blue
Anthro:snake "Dante Diamondback"
Field of art: free hand sketch, illustration, graphic arts.
<_<...>_> so...yeah, I think that's about it ^^ it's been pretty cool being on FA.net. I get to meet new people who enjoy to draw the anthro, AND I get to learn how to myself, a double whammy! So far, I've got the hang of it. I like to write stories and play RPGs a LOT. I even created my own and am still coming up with ideas for many others. I have sketches and colored works, but sadly I have no way of getting them online (no scanner-_-) but ah well! ^^ I keep trying!
so yeah, I hope to make a lot of friends on FA, and thanks for the time you took to read mah first journal entry ^_^
c ya rounds
~paranoia
