What's That Coming Over the Hill? (Open)

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Is it a monster? Is it a monster?

It had been a very, very long time since Rose had felt like this. A very long time. It was unsettling, unsettling to the point where it caused her to tremble greatly out of sheer fright. It had been several months since the inner demon that dwelled in Rose stirred this much. Sure, she spoke from time to time inside Rose's mind, but her voice had grown weak, as if she were a great distance away. But something had brought the demon eerily close, caused her to grow louder, more restless. For days now, Rose had mentally fought back the demon, ordering her to stay in the back of her mind where she belonged. Alas, that only kept her at bay for a very short time. At night, it seemed like the demon was more restless. This made Rose wonder. Particularly, the demon grew more anxious when Weylyn vanished for high nightly hunt. Perhaps it was because she knew then that she could be free without the shadow-cat casting suspicious glances at her. The demon and Wey loathed each other, that much was certain.

Tonight, Rose found that she had little control over herself. Shortly after Weylyn had left her side in bed, Rose got up and began to pace around the house. She could not control herself, not entirely anyways. The demon had taken control, which has not happened in nearly a year now. It was frightening, because Rose had grown to accustomed to being control of herself again. And here the demon was, acting as if she owned the body she hid in.

After some time, Rose, or rather, the demon, left the house. She had taken into consideration that her host would be worried about her mutt offspring, and made sure that she chose a night where at least Arganok would be home. After this, the demon took off, speeding her way to a very familiar place; the forest. It was wonderful here...quiet...dark. It was too peaceful here for the demon's liking though. That would need to change. It was still somewhat warm enough out here, that campers would still be out and about. Fools. The demon craved for blood on her hands again, the shriek of victims begging for mercy as their life lay in her hands. A wicked smile crept upon the demon's face.

Rose, or rather, the demon, sped across the forest, feeling utterly free. It was wonderful. The demon would take advantage of her escaping for the night. After all, it was incredibly rare now that she was able to over-power the maturing Nephilim that Rose was now becoming. Whether the demon liked it or not, Rose would soon entirely dominate the demon, banishing it entirely from the outside world unless she was called upon by the master of this body. This would simply not do. Not at all.

The scent of humans wavered by Rose, and she inhaled it deeply. Another wicked smile formed on her lips, and her head tilted and she tried to pin-point the location of her victim. Once she figured the approximate location, the demon took off, running at an unusually quick pace. She slowed down once a tent came into view, as well as a small camp fire. The demon studied the small camp-site for a moment, her crimson eyes narrowed and her pupils now slitted like that of a feline, an obvious sign the demon was in control. To Rose, the demon, it seemed there was only one human here. An older man, perhaps in his early thirties. Away on a solo hunting trip perhaps? Wanting to get away from civilization? The demon growled happily. How perfect! She let out a dark laugh, which naturally caught the man's attention. Fear emitted from the man, and the demon relished in the taste of it. She crouched down and crept forward, sticking to the shadows carefully. The man seemed to grow more nervous, and even began fiddling with a rifle he had beside the tent. Rose gave another little growl to worry the man further.

"Who's there? D-don't try anything or I'll shoot!"

Stupid human. He couldn't even see her. Why would he waste bullets firing at the shadows? Rose laughed quietly to herself. To think, the demon had to share a body that was half human. How sickening. Rose growled again and lunged from her hiding place, which was not so far from the hunter. The hunter screamed as he was ambushed. The two wrestled on the ground, for only a short time however. The demon allowed her claws to unsheathe themselves, and soon enough they met their mark. Deep they clawed at the man's neck, cutting open his jugular. He didn't have enough time to let out another full scream. Just a pathetic gurgling noise. The demon just stood there and laughed as the man died, his body going limp on the ground. Oh how glorious that had felt. It had been so long since the demon had spilled the blood of others. This was a good night...for the demon anyways. On the inside, Rose wept and grew more terrified at what the demon did. This was just simple madness.

[Guillotine]

The cool midnight air was a minor inconvenient for the pissed off hellhound. The male’s body had already begun to grow warm with anger. One paw after the other the large beast began to pace back and forth like some sort of caged animal. Akeelah’s words continued to loom inside his head like a thick fog. He attempted to not let her words get to him, He of course failed. The woman made it clear that their dating days were over. This of course bothered the lonely hellhound. Gil was a social animal. The large male craved constant attention, whether it is from friend or foe. Akeelah was the main supplier and now that she was gone the male felt as lonely as ever. He had no one to ease his pain, no one to licks his wounds, no one to sleep with. He felt like a total failure.

As the beast continued to pace he let lose an angry snort before slashing his front claw against one of the many trees that littered the forest floor. He had to take his anger out on something! The tree was his new target. The blow wasn’t powerful enough to knock the tree over; however, his claws did leave a deep indention in the tree’s trunk. Guillotine didn’t seem satisfied with this, the tree didn’t whimper, nor did it cry out in pain. The beast gave the tree another slash almost hoping it would somehow beg for mercy. He then sighed and turned from the large oak before looking into the woods. Perhaps he could find something to get his fangs on.

Guillotine trotted along the forest floor. His single beady blood red eye scanned the perimeter while his pointed ears swiveled like little radar dishes. He was hoping to find some lone doe to tear into. Guillotine licked his maw as he continued his hunt. As he walked along his nose picked up the faint scent of blood. The aroma alone caused his mouth to water. Tiny streams of saliva dripped from the beast’s maw as he quickened his pace. As the smell of blood became stronger the young hellhound almost broke out into a full sprint until something caught his eye. Guillotine skidded to a stop as he finally approached a dead body. There standing over the bloodied corps was Rose. The hellhound immediately took a step back. Rose? Was that really Rose!?

Guillotine’s blood lust was set aside as confusion set in. His pointed ears pulled back against his skull, and he cocked his head to the side like a curious pup. “R-Rose is that you?” He queered. It had been quite a long time sense the two beings had seen each other. But from what Gil could remember Rose wasn’t the killing type, not unless her demon was out. Guillotine’s tail stood erect onto his back side as he slowly began to approach the mad woman. He gave the corpse a quick look over. Damn, she really did a number on this man.“Having fun are we?” Ah, so many questions. This wasn’t like Rose, not at all. Just what was wrong with her? Perhaps Wey or the kids where driving her mad. That was a possibility. Well, there was only one way to truly find out. Guillotine continued to eye ball the female with his single blood red eye, while the other remained closed. Just what had gotten into his dear sweet Rose?

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Normally, Rose never, ever condoned to killed. She had loathed it, hated the smell of blood and death, but the demon reveled in it, and her personality eventually merged with Rose when she was a young teenager. The last few years, Rose had been able to remove such feelings, so only the demon felt such things. Alas, the demon still channeled its personality through Rose from time to time, though it had gotten easier to block out the desires the demon had, except for the past week it seemed. Perhaps the demon knew her time was almost up on being able to get out at will, so now she fought to gain control over the body she shared with Rose.

Rose was so infuriated, so shaken and riddled with grief as she stared out of the window in her mind. She could see the scene before her like looking out a window or watching a scene on a movie screen. She could do nothing about it except scream and protest violently. The demon snickered at her and scoffed at her as though she was a dumb child. Oh hush child. It's not like you did the actual killing. Go to sleep now dear. The demon cooed to Rose's distressed mind. Rose continued to thrash inwardly, trying to get back control, but she found herself to be sluggish now. This is what normally happened after a while when the demon took control. This could be compared to being put under at the doctors by anesthesia, and you slowly find that you are losing your grip on reality and are too lethargic to do a single thing. And that is exactly what happened with Rose. However, she could not be put under fully, because the demon did need her somewhat awake on some level. For what reason, even she did not understand. So, Rose clung on, though hardly conscious as the demon began playing with the shredded bits of flesh from the poor hunter's body.

The demon looked up from playing with her prey as the sound of footsteps caught her attention. She stared attentively like an interested feline upon the canine figure that emerged before her. A wicked smile creased her pale, blood-smeared face. She let out a dark chuckle from where she was crouched at, and she stood up. The demon tilted her head to the side very slightly, that sinister smile still on her face. "In the flesh Sweetheart. Well, that's a lie I suppose." She purred, the smile softening somewhat. "Rose is here though," The demon said, tapping the side of her head with her nail, "She's a little preoccupied right now though. She does say 'hi' however." The demon said with a little laugh. "What brings you here dear Guillotine? Out for a hunt are we?" The demon cooed as she started walking over to the Hellhound. Gil then asked if she was having fun, and for a small moment, a sorrowful frown crossed Rose's expression as she momentarily broke though. The frown evaporated into a dark smile once again. "Oh, just a little fun. She doesn't like that though." She said with a small irritated hiss, tapping at her head again. The demon turned her head towards the body and grinned before looking back at Gil. "Want it? It's fresh. I very much don't like to eat the stuff myself...but the killing is fun." The demon mused, closing the distance between herself and the large Hellhound. She patted Gil and scratched behind his sharply pointed ear. Though this was an affectionate gesture, it didn't hold it's true, genuine nature like it normally did when it was actually Rose herself petting the Hound. Rose cared for Gil, even though he was a huge asshat from time to time. The demon liked Gil too, but not truly cared. He was just a dog to her, a mangy beast that could talk was all.

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The demon’s voice sent chills of ecstasy up Guillotine’s spine. Rose, or rather demon Rose, mentioned that her human side was there. She then demonstrated by pointing to her head. Well, that explained the dead body.

Gil never truly understood Rose’s inner demon. Perhaps there were two beings living inside Rose? After all she was a half breed. Guillotine mulled over this thought. Well he has met other half breeds before, but they didn’t carry a demon with them. Rose was an interesting case.

The demon’s presence didn’t bother Gil, not in the least. He welcomed her with open arms. In fact the male seemed to like Rose’s violent demon better than her human side. This of course was instinct taking control. Hellhound where bred to be by a demon’s side. This case was no different. Guillotine was drawn to the woman thanks to this inbreed instinct. Unfortunately, the demon brought out the worst in him. Gil’s beady blood red eye glared at the woman for a moment as a large grin creased her lips. A feeling of uncertainty began to wash over the large beast. He was so used to the human Rose, now that there was a demon present he would have to change his attitude. The male wouldn’t be as inclined to show affection. Usually the human Rose would great him with a hug and a pat on the head. In turn he would rub the side of his head against hers and give the girl a happy whimper. The usual routine would be broken today. Gil knew he couldn’t act that way around a demon. If so he could risk getting gutted alive. Demons weren’t nearly as sympathetic as humans. Showing any sort of weakness around them could lead to drastic consequences.

This Demon approached Guillotine, with that same smirk on her face. The hound’s ears pulled back against his skull, and he seemed to take a step back until he felt the woman’s hand on his head. Surprisingly enough she gave him a nice scratch behind the ears. Gil allowed his tail to sway back and forth like a pendulum. A single blood red eye closed as its owner enjoyed the attention. Oh how he wished to just jump on the demon like he did with human Rose. The male knew it was wrong but he wanted to so badly. He was tempted too until Rose asked him a question. Gil’s eye opened. “Yeah, I’m out hunting…” He replied before the smell of blood surged into his nose. The demon continued to talk though Gil’s mind was preoccupied with the smell of carrion. “That’s a shame.” He cooed. That dead body smelled delicious. His crimson orb looked passed Rose and over to the heap of bloodied flesh. “-Are you going to eat that?” He queered as streams of drool began to drip from his maw. The hungry hound didn’t catch the frown Rose had begun to sport. Soon enough a crooked smile replaced it. She then offered the kill to Gil. Of course the male was ecstatic. “HELL YES!” Guillotine barked as he brushed passed Rose and strolled over to the corpse. Without as much as a second thought the hellhound began to dig in. His razor sharp fangs made quick work of the man’s cloths, and flesh. There was one organ he wished to go after before the body got too cold.

The liver, It was the best part!

Guillotine’s blooded muzzle dug though the corpse and pulled out the man’s warm intestines before chomping down on the ‘oh so desired’ Liver. The beast swallowed the organ whole before going in for more. Guillotine wasn’t the least bit discrete with his eating habits. He seemed to munch on the bloody flesh much like a pig would with slop. The messy eater ripped and tore through the body until he was satisfied.

The beast licked his lips as a large tower of fire erupted around him. When it dispersed a human Gil was standing in the large monster’s place. A large satisfied smile had creased Guillotine’s bloodied lips. His eye patch was still covering his right eye. It wasn’t like he could see out of his new eye anyway. Covering his body was a single black t-shirt and navy blue pants. Gil wasn’t the least bit conserved about his outfit. He didn’t plan on changing into his human form, but now that Rose was here he wished to talk face to face.

Guillotine released a content sigh before he leaned against the trunk of a tall oak. He eyed the demon before him. A low chuckle crept from his lips as he spoke. “Shouldn’t Rose be at home tending to that intolerable brood of hers?” The question was aimed towards demon. Gil didn’t know the demon’s opinion of Rose’s kids or even Wey.

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2v12etv.jpg] Wey, for once, was letting his dark kitty take over, and having a fun time on the town...well, on the town, under the town, around the town, in the town, in the next town, and so on and so forth. It had truly been a spectacular night, where he had left his bed in order to get a quick meal, and turned into the fear-hungry beast he had become. What did he want? Death. He wanted people to die, people to suffer, their fear to run so high that it literally gave him a blissful high himself. He had had quite a meal so far that night, indulging in many sweets. Luckily he wasn't the type to get fat, shadows having high metabolism and everything. He had been traveling out of the town, only to stumble upon something curious. A familiar scent. One that his past life would not have liked, but his new life probably didn't care. There was something tense about him, though, angry. Anger can become fear, the cat hissed in his mind, creating a grin that no one would ever see because that's where shadow cats lie; on your periphery, never in full view, completely free from being glanced at...ever. The shadow shrugged...or rather just moved awkwardly, before running shadow to shadow to follow the hell hound. He stopped the instant he smelled Rose. For one, he had to sniff again. It couldn't be her. Why would she be out in the middle of the night? But there was her scent again, and a hint of blood. Oh, and fear. An incredible amount of fear. Half of him wanted to go to be sure Rose was alright, and the other half wanted to soak up that juicy bundle of fear before it evaporated and was lost forever. Being a shadow, he could travel exceptionally fast, and came upon the site in seconds. He didn't hesitate. The first thing he did was inhale the fear, breathe it in, feel that bliss that he did when he had done it before. And then the logical and not kinda-drug-hungry Wey looked at the Rose before him. There was no regret, no remorse, just a very strangely happy Rose. Not the demon again... he inwardly groaned. They had not gotten along in the past, and he was sure the bitch still hated him, although he was trying his best to leave the past in the past and not hate anyone. It wasn't working. He hated her, too, so much that he wanted to ruin her evening. So he waited for the opportune moment to shift into his human form, appearing a bit of the ways off from both Guillotine, the hellhound that he had previously hated (he got over it, being that the female cat Gilly could not stop him from being amused almost everyday), and Rose. That what a babysitter is for, although I highly doubt the demon is capable of thinking so far ahead. We have people on hand, hissed Wey, smirking lightly. He had a crazed look about him, not the general kind and easy-going Wey, but a wild and distinctly different appearance. He didn't look disheveled, just...hungry for something. He waited for their reactions, sure one of them would respond badly. He was ready for the fight, ready to employ some new tricks of the trade. He wanted fear. He needed it. More and more of it. And no matter how much he got, it wasn't enough.

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It was funny to the demon how Guillotine acted when she was out and about. His moods seemed to be somewhat determined by who was in control of Rose's body during the time. Honestly, it was fascinating, somewhat. The demon much preferred the blood lustful, feisty Guillotine rather than the somewhat cuddly and affectionate one. Rose obviously liked that side better, which sickened the demon. The demon hated such softness. It was pathetic, and showed weakness. Alas, the demon could not have her way all the time, which was frustrating. She could only sway Rose's decision making from time to time, which was growing more and more difficult by the day.

The demon Rose couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Gil, at the way he hesitated before her. It was subtle, but it was there. It had indeed been quite some time since it had been the demon that greeted the hellhound rather than the human. So, the hesitation was understandable, though amusing as well. She had also been amused by Gil's excitement upon being allowed by her to scavenge a meal from her kill. She had been surprised that he even wanted to eat the kill she had made, not knowing if he was too proud to deny it. Perhaps he was truly that hungry, just as the demon had been truly desperate to get into control for once. "Enjoy." She purred as she watched Guillotine lope on over to the carcass and began tearing into it. The demon leaned back against a tree, her dark smile still in place. Rose was inwardly gagging and cringing at the site, while the demon reveled in it. This is wrong! This is terrible...disgusting! Rose said with disgust, thrashing about inside their mind. Oh shut up you stupid pansy. It's the circle of life baby. One dies, and the body feeds the living. Be happy. The demon growled. Don't try to rationalize this you skanky tramp! Rose snapped back. The demon rolled her eyes inwardly, and just decided to tune out Rose's petty comments.

The demon tipped her head back and laughed as Gil asked her a question relating to Rose's children as he shifted into human form. It was only then that she noticed he was wearing an eye patch...hmm...strange. But, she didn't care enough to ask, though Rose would have asked in a heart-beat. The demon had been about to answer, when an oh so familiar, oh so sickeningly irritating voice sounded from nearby. The demon whipped her head towards the sound, her deep crimson eyes meeting the leafy green eyes of Weylyn's. She gave an irritated hiss and slightly bared her teeth at him. "What the Hell are you doing here Cat? I thought you stopped playing as our personal stalker." The demon asked with another hiss. Oh how the demon hated Weylyn. She had hated him almost from the very start of it all. She had tolerated him up until he took away her main source of entertainment, which was Guillotine. But, once he had made it clear that Gil could no longer be a part of her sexual schedule, she began loathing him. He was a serious buzzkill, and wondered what in the hell Rose saw in him. Those two were so sickeningly sweet to each other that it made her want to vomit day in and day out. Those brats of theirs drove her insane as well. Why were kids so god damn needy? Always crying and whining about some stupid bullshit.

The demon stood back up fully, tilting her head a bit. She took note of the strange, darker aura about Weylyn, and she couldn't help but smirking. "What's with you tonight Weylyn? Going for a dark and angry persona for the night?" She said with another smirk. "Why don't you do yourself a favor darling and just prance your way back home hm? Don't worry, I'll bring her back home safe and sound...whenever I get around to it I suppose." She said with a shrug, frowning slightly at the shadow-cat.

[Guillotine]

The night had gone from good to bad in a matter of seconds. Guillotine’s good mode evaporated, leaving nothing to show but a foul temper. What has sparked this sudden change in behavior? Wey. The shadow cat had snuck up on the two, Gil of course didn’t see him nor smell the young man until he made his presence known. Guillotine held a hardy grudge against the young shadow cat. This man took ‘his’ Rose after all. Rose used to drown Guillotine in a sea of attention and affectionate love. The two were inseparable a year or so ago. Everything changed when Wey entered the picture. Rose didn’t come around as much. And worse of all he lost a friend; a friend with benefits. Rose was his go-to-girl when times got rough. The half breed always seemed to have a solution to his stressful problems. She would find some way to calm him down, though more often than not, the day would end with sex. Guillotine had a rather lascivious nature after all. Oh, how he wished he could go back to those days. Back before the cat came along, back before he met Akeelah.

Clearly, Gil missed his late night booty call.

Guillotine stood ridged against the old oak. His emerald orbs began to change to a blood red color as anger and hatred began to take over his mind. In Gil’s eyes the shadow cat stole his one true friend. The male hated him for that. Gil would give anything to kill him. If only the man had a weakness. Of course the ill brained hellhound wouldn’t figure it out anytime soon. With adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his veins Gil didn’t have the will power to think logically. His more dangerous side began to seep out from the cracks of his soul. Right now, upholding power over Wey would be Gil’s first priority.

Just the sight of him again began to stir Guillotine up. His blood pressure skyrocketed as Wey’s voice streamed into his ears. Gil’s jet black hair began to spike up like the hackles on an angry canine. He wasn’t happy about this, not in the least. The hellhound’s nose crinkled in disgust as Wey explained that he had babysitters to watch the kids. Guillotine’s eye narrowed as he spoke. “I wasn’t asking you.” The male’s tone was harsh, possibly a bit too harsh. The harshness of Gil’s tone would possibly go unnoticed, as Wey seemed to have gained a new persona. It took the male a second to notice, but there was something off about Wey. His anger and blinded him from seeing it sooner. Perhaps the cat had changed? Maybe he was more masculine than what Gil had previously thought. This wouldn’t stop Gil from attacking the shadow cat.

Guillotine leaned off the tree and took a few steps towards Wey. All the while he had yet to break eye contact. He was giving Wey an intense glare. In the hellhound world a glare like this would mean a challenge. The male was about to speak, but Rose beat him to the punch. Gil was a bit surprised. She wanted Wey to leave? Didn’t Rose love Wey? The last time he and the shadow cat had a confrontation Rose stood up for Wey. Now she wanted him to go away? This had to be the demon talking. Surly Rose would never say such a thing to her mate. But hell, this was too good to be true!

A large sharp toothed grin creased Gil’s lips as the demon hissed at Wey. He then let loose a foul chuckle. “You heard the woman! Get lost cat before I send you home in a body bag.” Guillotine barked as he took another bold step towards Wey. Like always, Gil was rearing to fight. He seemed to have forgotten about those nightmares that Wey had planted into his head after their last fight. It was an idiotic move to challenge the shadow cat. Wey obviously held power over Guillotine. The male could easily handicap his opponents with just a snap of his fingers. Gil of course was blind to this thanks to his untamed rage. The hellhound took yet another daring step towards Wey, in an attempt to get the male to submit.

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2v12etv.jpg] The rational side of Wey knew that Rose was somewhere in that body, in the back of the mind, watching this scene. However, the rational side was drowned out by his half-crazed, lunatic, new dark-cat character who enshrouded his mind. He inhaled deeply, glancing at the two. Then he started laughing, something snagging his voice in a somewhat hysterical and sinister tone. Had anyone been paying attention, they would have thought Wey was going mad. When he had approached the scene, the thought nothing of the consequences. What consequences were there? If things got sticky, he could turn into a shadow and disappear before either could blink. He could toy with them, bring them to their breaking points, suck their fear. Hell, the thought of killing them even crossed his mind, the power of the 'Death Fear,' as he was dubbing it, creating a sickening hold over his usually happy form. He had had too much of it in too little time. Away from Rose for those few months, he had had death fear twice total, and both times were separated. That night far worse. He couldn't count the amount of death's he had attended, how many he added to, and the whole joy of it as it coursed through his veins. He couldn't describe in words how it felt to be conjoined with his cat again, albeit a darker version. He was something completely new, and he hadn't thought about the future while becoming something that Rose would probably not approve of. The cat snorted amused at the both of them. If you didn't leave such an easy trail, I wouldn't have found you, Demon Dearest. Maybe you should work on your skills, but i suppose you don't have the time you need, now that Rose has you whipped like a pet dog, he said, pointedly looking at Guillotine with a devilish smirk. He hadn't liked the mutt much either, but had put it aside so Rose could actually be happy. If she wanted Guillotine as a friend, she could have him, but he wasn't going to put up with her sleeping with him. Maybe she needs to get her pets neutered...that ought to calm them down some, his voice had grown colder looking at the two between them. The distance was enough for him to slink into shadows before they could even cross half of the space. So, he could have fun tormenting them for a while. But thank you for noticing the difference, Demon Dearest, he said, sticking with the nickname. You of all...things could appreciate it. After all, I feed off of your kill, much like the mutt over there, but much less...disgusting. You should know it's the fear I'm after, and there are many ways of procuring such a tasty tidbit, he said with almost a lust in his voice, as if wanting another death fear feed so badly he was willing to destroy one of the two. Not too far, the cat warned, enjoying his freedom. If he let the shadow-cat get out of control, the inner cat would lose his opportunity to escape. Rose would not enjoy this. The inner cat nudged at his brain, making him remember that his dear girlfriend was inside of the demon, watching the scene unfold. And if Guillotine's reaction didn't make his night, he wasn't sure what would...well, except maybe another few death fears. He smiled wickedly at the worthless dog a few feet from him. Then you were asking the wrong person....thing he hissed under his breath, an infuriatingly smug and twisted smile on his face. His glowing green eyes held the hound's fearlessly. You know why cats survive more than dogs in the wild? Because they're more intelligent, independent, and quite honestly, better creatures. Learn your place, mutt. You wouldn't be able to touch this body even if you gave all of your might. I could easily destroy you mentally, or physically if I really, really wanted to. Wey snickered, noticing his approaching steps, but did nothing but stand with his brows perked, ready for a response. He wasn't particularly angry or upset with the hound, but he merely wanted Guillotine to come at him, to learn a lesson, and to give him a particularly hard teaching about how a shadow-cat could mind fuck you and then consume your fear to the brink of death or until it became easy to kill someone himself.

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The demon rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips while leaning on her right leg. The shadow-cat was so full of bullshit that she didn't know whether to laugh or scream. Sure, Guillotine was full of bullshit too, but at least his idiocy was tolerable, even a bit endearing in demon terms. Of course, only the demon thought this. The actual Rose genuinely cared for both males, in entirely different ways though. Sure, she, though mainly the demon, had been intimate with Gil on more than just one drunken occasion, but that time of their lives had been over for a very long time. Alas, there would always be a reminder of their time, and that was Anna. Nevertheless, Rose claimed Weylyn as her mate now, and she loved him dearly, though the demon was the exact opposite. Rose hoped that Wey knew it wasn't her talking to him, which she was sure he did. Even so, she would still feel guilty.

The demon switched sides and leaned on her left leg and glared daggers at Weylyn. "Why should I hide my trail? I thought you trusted us. I am hurt." She said with mock dismay, placing a hand to her heart. She hissed in disdain at the cat's last comment. "Ha! She wishes." The demon growled, narrowing her eyes. She smirked then, "She needs her pets neutered you say? You know that includes yourself right Little Kitty?" The woman said with a laugh. She then looked over to Gil as he threatened Wey, and another amused smirk crossed her lips. "Ooooh. I would listen to him Wey Darling. He means it." Of course, that wouldn't mean Gil would actually win the fight...but it was amusing to egg him on.

She crossed her arms and perked a brow at Wey as he spoke about feeding off the recent kill she had made, much like Guillotine. "Oh? So you are a scavenger then? Not surprising." The girl said with a lopsided grin. "Oh let me guess, you are going to do your fancy mind tricks to scare us aren't you? Rose wouldn't like that." She said with a shrug, smirking smugly at him. Honestly, she wanted Wey to try something on her to deliberately piss Rose off. Ooooh maybe they would fight like they use to! Oh what delicious fun that had been. It was such entertainment to see them at each each others throats day in and day out. How sad that didn't happen anymore. "I must say though, this new side of you is rather sexy." She purred, crossing over towards Wey, quickly circling him once while seductively brushing against him. Ok, that was probably a little bit of the actual Rose that had a say so in that action, but no matter. She turned her back on him then, smirking darkly over her shoulder as she walked back over to her tree, listening to Wey as he spoke towards Guillotine. The Hellhound was approaching him now, and surely the two would have a throw down any time now. How lovely. Perhaps she would have more entertainment tonight.

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Wey glared at Guillotine, his stare didn’t break, not once. The Shadow cat’s emerald eyes where cold and unmoving. Was Wey challenging him? What a joke! In the arrogant hound’s mind he felt as if he where superior to Wey, though the reality was quite the opposite. Guillotine couldn’t possibly keep up with Wey’s shadow, and even if he could he would surly get fucked over by the male’s mind tricks. Did any of this bother Gil? No, not in the least. The hellhound’s brain was similar to that of a brick wall. It is nearly impossible to reason with, and even harder to break. Like an old man, Gil was set in his ways. He had a specific fighting style, one that was easy to read. Gil’s beastly instinct would make him rush into battle without thinking of the consequences. The hellhound’s demon master didn’t exactly create him to be an intelligent creature, but rather a powerhouse of a beast. He was bred to kill and maim upon command, nothing more. The male’s feral mind was hard enough to control without his unmanageable temper. When it came to fighting Wey the male needed to think outside the box. Only then could find the Shadow cat’s weakness. Of course, this was easier said than done. The attributes his master bred into him could turn out to be his biggest downfall. However, if Wey wanted a fight then Gil would surly give him one.

Guillotine bared his fang like teeth as Wey began to speak. He spoke to Rose’s demon, telling her that she should have done a better job of covering up her trail. The young demon then replied with a sarcastic little comment on how she was hurt because Wey didn’t trust ‘them’. This was something unfamiliar to Gil. He didn’t know about the couple’s arguments. But now this was shedding some light on the situation. He was about to reply but his words where replaced by growls as Wey made his neutering comment. Guillotine’s tall frame began to tremble in anger. For once he didn’t speak. Instead he gave the male a death glare and an angry growl. Guillotine clutched his hands into fists. He was ready to start swinging when Rose spoke again. She combated Wey’s nurturing remark. Guillotine would have laughed, but he was in a terribly bad mood.

What the Demon seemed to egg Gil on like an abuser would do to a fighting dog. Guillotine was just about to reach his breaking point. He could feel a warming sensation began to consume his tall frame. Once his temper began to take control there was no going back. The male wanted to dig his fangs into the cat’s flesh. Ah yes, that would be quite satisfying. Hearing the shadow cat writhe in pain would bring a smile to the young hound’s face. The couple began to exchange a few words before Wey made a comment that finally set Gil off. The male spoke of how intelligent cats where in comparison to their natural rival, the dog. The male couldn’t help but to think back to when he and Akeelah where fighting. The male was able to take down a full grown leopard without much trouble. He could do the same to a Shadow cat, right? Oh how wrong he was.

Gil figured if he could get his fangs around Wey’s throat it would be lights out for the annoying male. Well, that was the plan. Wey’s voice continued to ring through Gil’s ears. The hellhound wouldn’t be able to touch him, eh? “The only thing you cats are good for is chasing.” Guillotine replied as he licked the dried blood from his lips. “I’ll catch you Runt, and when I do I’ll tear you apart!” The male took a few steps forward. He only stopped when Rose strolled forward, saying that Wey’s new persona was sexy. She then rubbed against the male like a cat in heat. Guillotine’s eye narrowed. What the fuck was she doing!? Wasn’t the demon on his side? This action pushed Gil over the edge. As Rose began to walk back to the tree Gil rushed forward with his fist pulled back. He charged towards Wey like a mad man. Sheer hatred and rage filled that single blood red eye of his. “Don’t run from me you fucking pussy! FIGHT ME!” Guillotine yelled as he swung his fist forward. The idiotic hellhound was attempting to hit Wey in the face. Perhaps Gil put a little too much force into this one punch. If Wey where to move, the male could easily pull his arm out of its own socket. Gil had yet to realize his human body could only take so much stress. Both mental and physical trauma could easily put an end to his life.

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2v12etv.jpg] What could Wey say? Surely that he was not enjoying the situation, right? Right? Wey, the dearest sweet Wey that took care of children (one of which wasn't his) and found a beautiful house with a beautiful property and bought his family beautiful things rich people could only envy, enjoying the taunting, the fight, the tension in the air? No, surely not him. And yet, there he was, soaking it in. This alternate of him was obviously sucking in the tension in the air; the tension and anger and utter evil. All were very close to fear and usually when he was eating the fear, he found something of the sorts intermingled in one shape of another, whether it was the evil, anger, and tension causing the fear or somehow mixed in. It didn't matter. He was already off his rocker, getting high on the death fear he had eaten, and the amount he had consumed would have been a junkie's paradise. Had it been equated to a human's amount of drugs, it would have meant a sure death to the drug. Fantastically, there was no limit for the shadow cat. He could get higher and higher and seep farther and farther into his alternate fantasy. He was changing, that was clear, growing more impatient. He was seeking his next fix, and he knew, that little voice deep down, that Rose would be mad if he hurt either of the other two present. An animal's death fear was not nearly as satisfying as a humans (he tested it), but it could do if he could just disappear for a moment. Perhaps Wey didn't notice just how much this little squabble had escalated. In honesty, had the demon Rose not killed the man, he wouldn't have bothered to stop. But she did and he did as well. He wondered why he had never had the death fear before. There had always been some inner conscious telling him not to, but his months alone on the street with just his instincts and his cat had far placed the conscious behind him. He didn't care anymore. I trust Rose, Demon Dearest. From the smell of death I knew it couldn't be my sweet Rose, he mock showed affection for the creature. Sadly, I think you've deluded yourself into thinking that his will happen often, he motioned to the scene around him. Why don't you just admit that she pretty much has you under control, with a very sad momentary slip? I'm sure you know you're not coming out for a long, long time after this.

[/b] he said with a fake pout, but his voice dared her to argue. He knew he was winning the argument. Then he laughed, a very disturbingly empty one, not even a shred of any emotion in it. Cats are never pets, Demon Dearest. Have you ever seen a cat doing silly little tricks? Out of the two of us, cat and dog, and here the shadow-cat motioned emphatically, Who do you think is more likely to 'fetch' on command? I'm sure his meager intelligence is easy to manipulate, the cat shrugged, acting as if he had not said anything insulting, but stated mere fact.

On you, Demon Dearest? Oh never, he sneered. You shouldn't tempt me so. There are ways of splitting your mind from Rose's, you know, the lie sounded so truthful, Wey even believed it for a few moments. Of course, he wasn't sure if he could do it, and had never wanted to tamper with Rose's head, so he never suggested it, but thinking about it, he was sure there was a way to separately affect each of them. Sexy? But not thrilling? Fantastic? Delicious? he commented dryly, somehow leaving the humor out of the humorous questions. But he was done with the demon.

He was glad that she walked away. It kept him from having to push her out of the way. Had he been thinking straight, and not about killing something or how delicious shadows tasted, he probably would have turned into a shadow. But instead, he was feeling cocky, and he wanted to, with some arrogance, show this hell hound who was boss. So, he stood there, watched Guillotine's predictable movements, took one step back and put his hand were his face just was. The impact was more than Wey had thought it would be, and he took an alarmed step back, but right afterward, his arm turned to shadow and disappeared. He enveloped Guil in a sudden darkness and then reappeared behind the hound, who was probably thrown off balance now that his target had disappeared.

Tsk, tsk. I suppose this proves that the only things dogs are good for is being stupid, because a blind sheep could have seen that coming a mile away. So much for tearing me apart. Oh, I'm so upset, you hurt my shadow, the cat snickered, and then turned on the mentality of his abilities. He found something that would make Guil afraid, buried deep in his subconscious now that he was fighting and the rage covered it up, and gently lit it up. He was going to have fun watching it grow, start off with a little paranoia about losing the fight, then turn into a full blown scary-as-hell episode. Would Rose be really, really pissed off if he killed the hound? Or just mildly so? He could handle the mildly pissed off, but somehow he was sure that his girlfriend would not be happy with him in the least, so he knew he'd eventually have to turn the fear off, after he had a nice drink, that is.

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The demon was perhaps enjoying herself a little too much. She enjoyed conflict and chaos, for it was in her nature. She also simply loved the hostility that flowed from Guillotine and Weylyn in waves. It only fed her desire to cause more negative energy. But, she really didn't need to tamper with the scene anymore than she already had. The two males here would be able to do that on their own. Gil seemed like he was ready to be pushed over the edge, and when that happened, he would surely set Weylyn off as well. How perfect!

The demon scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I suppose you are right about that. Your "sweet" Rose is a bit spineless when it comes to things like this. A pity." She said shrugging. She began glaring daggers at Wey again however as he spoke about her limited freedom. Though the shadow-cat was a little more than right in his statement, the demon would deny it time and time again until the day she died. "Ha! Says you Cat. I can come out anytime I want. For all you know, I could be back tomorrow night, or the next night." She said with a tight smile, though her eyes gave away her anxiety. I do hope you know he is right stupid whore. Rose spat subconsciously. Fuck off bitch. This is my night. The demon growled back. She could still hear Rose grumbling on about something, but once more the demon ignored her.

A genuinely amused smile appeared on the demon's face as Wey once more tried to show off his superiority as a cat, and she tipped her head back and laughed. "Oh I wouldn't say that Weylyn Darling. Rose can get you to do some rather silly tricks. Face it, you're the one she's got trained." She said smugly, a mocking grin on her face.

"Oh can you now? I would simply love to see you try." She said with a hiss, flipping her hair. She ignored Wey's other questions as she walked off, and instead looked to Guillotine. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she seen how truly irritated he was, especially after she had toughed Wey in a semi-affectionate manner. Gil growled and said how cats were only good for chasing, and that he would catch him and rip him to shreds. "Are you really going to let him say those things to you Dear Guillotine? I wouldn't take it if I were you." She purred as she crossed over to the hellhound. "Why don't you go teach him a lesson hm?" The demon cooed, standing on her tiptoes to say this in his ear. The Hellhound charged off then towards Wey, aiming to punch him. But alas, Wey was quicker, and like the coward he was, he melted into the shadows and appeared behind Gil. He began mocking the hound, saying how stupid he was and all that jazz. The demon crossed her arms impatiently across her chest and scowled. "How about you actually fight him like a man, instead of a cowardly pussy cat?" The demon hissed again. A flicker of concern crossed her face though, presumably Rose's emotion then seeing as the demon could give two shits as to what happened. Rose knew what Wey was capable of when it came to his mind tricks, and knew he could kill Guillotine if he wanted to. She just prayed in her mind that Wey wouldn't do it. The demon just wanted this fight to be interesting. And honestly, it was boring as Hell at the moment. Scratch that. Even Hell was more interesting than this, and that was saying something.

[Guillotine]

Oh, could things get any worse? Here Gil was trying to catch up with Rose. It had been so long sense they had last met. Unfortunately, Wey just so happen to come out of nowhere and ruin the reunion. Guillotine’s mental stability was taking a nose dive into the ground. With each passing second Gil began draw closer into insanity. Tension lay thick in the air around the trio. Its growing mass began to smother Guillotine’s obsessive mind, and cloud his judgment. This situation was taking a turn for the worst. Gil’s anger had been building up over the passed few minutes. The firey magma like concoction that was brewing within him was set to go off, and rain pure hell down onto those who dared to release Guillotine’s fury. It took only one person to send Gil over the edge, and that person was Rose. Before the male charged Rose strolled up to his side. She stood on her tip toes and began to whisper in his ear. Her words alone fueled Guillotine’s attack. It only took the hound a second to make his decision before he charged forward like a mad bull.

A wicked Grin creased Guillotine’s lips as his fist made contact with flesh. The hellhound was ecstatic to actually hit something! This gave the male hope that he could catch the slippery feline and tear him to shreds. Unfortunately, he was unable to hit Wey in the face, but he had managed to touch the guy. Maybe the cat was growing a pair and would fight the male fist to fist? A hardy chuckle crept from Gil’s throat as Wey began to back away. Perhaps the punch was a little too much for the cat? Gil continued to press forward until Wey began to evaporate into the shadows. A large frown replaced Guillotine’s smile. When Gil traveled forward he was enveloped in darkness. This of course only lasted for a second. Guillotine stumbled out of the shadow and nearly fell. He managed to catch himself. “Damn cat.” The hellhound huffed as he spun around to face Wey and Rose. Wey wasn’t going to make things easy, that was for sure. Wey spoke once more. He taunted the hound from a distance."Are you scared of me little kitty?" Guillotine teased back. Wey seemed to be playing it smart in this situation. If Gil where to get his fangs on the male he surly wouldn’t let go. Once Wey was finished teasing the male Rose began to speak. Gil was surprised that the female was standing up for him. She told Wey to stop running and fight Gil ‘like a man’. "Haha! Even your own woman thinks you're a fucking pussy." Being a bully was something Gil was good at. Why not try to break Wey down mentally? After all the cat likes to play mental tricks on others.

Guillotine smirked, he then looked Wey in the eye wheh he put his own two cents in. “You are right for once Wey. Cats aren’t pets…they’re food.” As he spoke something began to come over him. For a moment he began to feel strange. Wey injected a small dose of fear into his brain. This minor stage of paranoia began to blossom onto something more treacherous. Gil began to wonder what would happen if he lost this fight. Would Rose hate him? Would she and Wey look down on him, and see him as a weakling? Guillotine broke eye contact with Wey. This suggested that there was something strange going on in that head of his. Guillotine had gone quite for a few minutes before he began to speak again. “I-I’m not going to lose to a cat!” Gil’s blood red eye looked onto Wey’s once more. The strength of his stare wasn’t as strong as it was before. His anger was slowly being replaced by paranoia. The male put his fists up in front of him. For once he faltered, and waited for Wey to make the first move. "Bring it, coward!"

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/2v12etv.jpg] It was hard, trying to please Rose while most of him screamed to kill the stupid hound once and for all. Had it been the logical and straight-thinking Wey, he would not have cared in the least for the hell hound, would have ignored him, the entire scene, and left everyone alone. Or would have stopped in for a few seconds before leaving, because quite honestly, he didn't give a shit about what either the demon or the hell hound thought of him. But now, like a hormonal teenager crazed on testosterone, Wey was fueled by some sort of imbalance in his body causing him to suddenly feel rowdy. He ignored them in a sense. He hadn't let the demon's words bother him at all. Really? The best she could do to egg on the fight was to tell him to fight like a man? He wasn't a man. He was smarter. He was bolder, and he had more power than a man had. So why would he stoop to man's, or even dog's, level? He shook his head in disgust at the demon. She obviously didn't know what it meant to be in a real fight and what strategy was. It didn't matter. He was going to win either way. It was oh-so-so-so easy to manipulate Guillotine into doing exactly what he wanted. Had the hound forgotten the damage inflicted last time? Surely, he would notice that Wey was just goading him, just luring him into the baited trap? But it seemed the hound was too thick or too angry or both to notice, which made the cat incredibly satisfied. All of his points had been proven correct. He sighed and shook his head. It was just too easy. He had already begun to feed on the small amount of fear, careful not to amplify it so that he could enjoy it for a while longer. He had felt around Gil's mind for a second, known it was unstable. He would have to be very careful in order to have this fear and not harm the hell hound. The dog's so dumb he can't even tell a disgusting demon from a beautiful woman, he shrugged. As if anyone gives a fuck about what the demon says, and once more, Wey was done talking about her. Honestly, giving her attention was probably only fueling her ridiculous efforts. So he stopped. She wasn't worth his time, and she wouldn't hurt Rose, at least not physically, because she needed the woman to survive. The dog's attacks fell short. Wey wasn't in his right mind, the only thing keeping him rooted in reality was the knowing of Rose's emotional turbulence when it came to harming Guillotine, so it was the only thing he concentrated on. The hell hound would not be able to inflict any harm to his ego or pride, for all he wanted was to get the fight over with and go out hunting again. The one's with the most fear often speak the loudest, smirked Wey, knowing he was working the hound's mind. He snorted at Guillotine's readied fists, strolled over to him, and right before he was in range of the punches, slipped into a shadow. Next, he appeared right behind the hound. Boo, he said into the hound's ear before slipping away once more with an amused cackle.

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Now this was quite sad. The demon was already growing bored with this situation already. She frowned and leaned up against her spot on the tree. Tilting her head slightly, she quirked a little devilish grin as Guillotine attempted to taunt silly Weylyn. The stupid shadow-cat retorted with an insult of his own, that was not only directed at the hound, but at the demon as well. She hissed angrily, and her crimson eyes flashed with hatred. "Disgusting am I? You wretched little creature!" The demon said with another hiss, curling her hands into fists. She then flashed a look at Guillotine. "Don't just stand there! Do something useful!" The demon spat, huffing in irritation. Oh how she despised Weylyn, and wished for nothing more than to shred the damn male to pieces. But, she was a little smarter than that. She was dumb on many things, but she knew she couldn't kill the bloody shadow cat. Though honestly, she was ready to attack him anyways. He wouldn't kill her, that much the demon knew, and that was only for Rose's sake. The demon rolled her eyes. What was with their ridiculous infatuation with one another? It was sickening.

The demon turned her gaze back upon Guillotine, and she could sense the sheer paranoia rolling off of him in waves. She snarled, knowing Weylyn pulled one of his stupid mind tricks on the hell hound. "So you have to rely on your damn tricks to take down your enemies? You fucking pussy." The demon spat again as she strode away from beneath her tree. Weylyn had once again vanished, cackling into the night like a mad man. The demon threw her hands up in the air and gave another irritated growl. "What's the matter Kitty-Cat? Hiding are we? Come on a fucking fight!" She screeched, pissed off enough to where she would throw herself mindlessly into the fray. The demon lit her right hand on fire, shaping the flame into a little fiery ball, waiting to toss it at Wey as soon as he showed his face.