Cupcakes, and Cookies, and Cakes, Oh My! (Arg/Mal)

[Violet Styler]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/VioletMid_zps93895943.png] Violet held Arg's hand carefully. Sometimes she felt like she could break his hand, even though it were more likely for him to break hers. But she didn't know her own strength sometimes. She'd broken through cement before when she was mildly upset. It was sort of unnerving. Her and Arganok hardly ever held hands, but the Oushaga had decided to be romantic and take her out, thus why they were out taking a midnight stroll. Violet never went out at night, though. It's not that she was afraid to, she just never liked it too much. Not alone at least. She always found a way to f*ck something up at night, whether it be by losing her ID or her self control. The last thing she needed was a repeat of the night she officially meant Arganok or the one she killed about half the city. Taking in her surroundings, she looked at Arg. "It's so pretty up there. We should come out here more often," she stated as she switched her gaze to the sky. The stars twinkled and danced, it seemed. A truly stunning sight. Vi let herself get lost in her thoughts. A specific thought crossed her mind, one that had unfolded from the corners of her brain many times. Arg was not only an Oushaga, but he was Rose's Oushaga. Vi didn't understand completely, but she knew that if Rose died, Arg would die. Which is why Arg let Violet- Element, if one is particularly inclined to be technical- almost kill him. Because he would have come back. Had Violet attacked Rose and had the uncanny opportunity of taking her older... Younger... Whatever sister's life, Arganok would have died. And he never would have came back. Vi shook her head and squeezed his hand at the thought of losing him. But how were Oushaga's... Created? And why did only Rose have one? Why not the kids or Aeon or anyone else related to Rose? Violet smiled. Could Oushaga's have siblings too? It scared Vi how little she knew about her boyfriend's race. Looking down at her feet she remembered she hadn't seen the faces in the night in awhile. She was proud of herself. She'd come so far in the two years since the Axium incident. Rose and Arg and Jude and even the occasional Wey had helped her through that. In fact, Vi loved meeting new people now, even men. The black haired girl felt the strangest sensation right then. It was almost like she sensed another being in the area. She didn't smell anyone, though. Maybe they were down wind of her. Oh well, it wasn't a bad feeling. Just a feeling. Words;; 449 stars Tags;; Arganok, and Malakor needed a change Muse Level;; The stars are medium today Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Sorry it's short but eh ;D

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It was a little hard to explain the complex emotions Arganok was feeling, and yet here he was feeling them. He wasn't sure what to call his affection for Violet, because he just didn't know the words or the meanings behind them. He observed a few relationships, the obvious one being Rose and Weylyn's, but even their relationship had been horribly confusing. Well, now not so much he supposed, but it had been. Arganok heard the word "love" thrown around a lot between those two, and Rose had even told him himself that she loved him, in an apparently different way. Did he love Rose? He suppose he felt something along that lines. Did he love Violet? Hmm. That was a very tricky thing to answer, because well, he just didn't know anything. He did feel something for her though, he really did. And obviously it was a strong enough feeling if he allowed her to nearly kill him and he still came crawling after her. If that wasn't some form of love, well then, who knows?

Arg wanted to try something a little different. He was no expert in dates or anything, but he tried observing the things Wey did with Rose. And sometimes all those two did was go out for a walk during the night. They seemed to like that for whatever reason. A walk seemed innocent enough. Besides, it actually was pretty out tonight anyways.

A smile made its way across Arg's face as Violet tightened her grip on his hand. He gave a reassuring squeeze and smiled at her. This was one of the few occasions where the two held hands, and he kinda hoped they would do it more often. He smiled and nodded at his girlfriend as she said they should come here more often. "We can come here more if you like. Whatever you want, I want too." Arg said with a soft smile as he turned his head up to look at the sky. It really was pretty wasn't it?

Suddenly he sensed something. Or someone it seemed like. It was a familiar presence, but one that Arg had not felt in years. He turned his head to the right, and there staring back at him were two pairs of deep orange-red and gold eyes with snake like pupils. Arg tilted his head very slightly, studying the eyes carefully.

"Just lovely. It seems family has come to town." Arg grumbled under his breath just as the figure slid out from the shadows. The creature was much like Arg, an Oushaga naturally. He was larger than Arg, or taller rather, with strangely curved horns atop his head, and double spiked jutting from just between his eyes. He was clumsy looking, intimidating and yet somehow innocent all at the same time. His scales were of the dullest gray, while his fur was the deepest of purples. He was an odd sight, and incredibly hard to describe in just simple words.

"Hello Malakor."

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Shit man, why in the motherfuckin' hell was it so confusing around here? This place ain't nothing like home. Nope, not at all. How long had Malakor been here now? A week? Maybe longer? Shit if he knew. He just lost track of the motherfuckin' time. He was supposed to find this chick named Violet Styler somehow in this weird ass place filled with a shit ton of people. Well, at least that funny mark of his smelled like her, or at least it was supposed to. But damn, there were just...too many motherfuckin' things around that was all...distracting and shit. Just the other day, he thought he found the chick he was looking for, but he ended up following the wrong person around all day until he realized that that woman wasn't the one he was looking for. Damn. What he needed right now, was a motherfuckin' miracle. If he prayed and hoped enough, a miracle would come, he was just sure of it!

Oh shit! When did he get here? There are a crap ton of trees around here...and flowers...God damn did he love flowers. They were just...so pretty, and such a motherfuckin' miracle. Like those over there by the tree...so pretty and yellow. Mal sauntered on over, still in his Oushaga form mind you, and sniffed at those flowers for at least a good minute before he was content enough to move on. But not before he took a big chomp out of one of the flowers. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he did, and the deed was done. Maybe he thought the flower would provide a miracle? Who the hell knows? It tasted horrible though, and Mal hoped he didn't earn any bad karma for doing that. He actually felt bad for doing that to the poor flower, and paused to mourn over the flower he killed. And right in front of its friends too! Bad karma city, here he comes.

Or, maybe not? Could it be? Did the flower actually give him a miracle? Or was the miracle already in process before the deadly flower murder? Oh who the hell cares! A miracle, is a miracle after motherfuckin' all. There was the scent he was looking for, at least, he was almost positive it was. It had to be, seeing as there were few fresh scents out and about right then. With a gleeful grin on his reptilian muzzle that looked perhaps a tad frightening to some, he padded off eastward, where the alleged scent of Violet was at.

Mal paused when he saw two figures hand in hand. One of them had to be Violet, because it was a female figure, and she smelled like the girl he had to be looking for. The other scent, was one he hadn't smelled in years, but knew like his own. It was his little brother Arganok. His gleeful grin widened, and he sauntered out from his little hiding place towards the two figures. Arganok recognized him right away it seemed, and greeted him, which delighted Mal even further.

"Sup my brother? What the hell is up with you?" Mal said with a deep chuckle. He turned his head to the girl, Violet he could only presume. "You, by the way, are one tough motherfucker to find you know that? Shit, I've been looking for you for like...oh shit I don't even know now." He trailed off with a dopey look on his face, and his grin still in place. Suddenly though, as if self conscious, he realized he was still in his "scary fucked up" real form of his. Apparently people don't like the way he looks, which made him all motherfucking sad. But, he kinda liked the human form he had. It suited him anyways. Mal shifted from his Oushaga form into his human one, which stood significantly taller than Violet and Arg both. His cheesy grin was still in place as he looked from his brother to Violet. "In case uh, you didn't hear what my awesome baby brother said, my name is Malakor. And miss Violet, which by the way, is the best motherfucking name ever, I have been uh...assigned to watch over you. Is that cool with you?" He asked with yet another cheesy smile. Mal ran his hand through his fluffed up black and purple tinted hair while he trained his gold and orange rimmed eyes on the girl he was apparently supposed to protect.

[Violet Styler]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/VioletMid_zps93895943.png] The girl gave Arganok a large smile, which of course made her blush and look down. Violet blushed all of the time, at least around Arg it seemed. Nodding, she kept her eyes on her feet. "I think I would like that very much," she said before lifting her gaze back to Arg. She herself wasn't entirely positive what it was she felt for Arganok. Now, she loved Rose, of course. But in a sisterly way. Maybe she even loved Wey in the sense one would appropriately love their sister's fiance, despite the fact he scared the hell out of Vi at times. She also loved the twins. It seemed Violet was a natural at being motherly, though she was terrified of having children of her own. It was this weird feeling of never being good enough mixed with the fact she was a murderer. Not an intentional murderer, but a murderer nonetheless. And the dark haired girl knew it. She couldn't ever put her own children or anybody elses through that. It was also the fear of the whole ordeal itself. Rose had gotten these freakish cravings and mood swings, and she would have these things clinging to her for around eighteen years. It terrified the girl thinking about it. But anyway, she most definitely felt a form of love for Arganok. He'd been the only male Violet trusted for sometime. Never really understood why, maybe it was his calmness. He somehow always seemed calm or, dare she say it, sane. But then again anyone daring enough to even be in the same room as the Styler's was not particularly right. Vi smiled inwardly. Maybe that's what it was, his ability to hide just how crazy he really was. It wasn't until then that Vi had regained conscious thought. Arganok stopped and looked at something and Vi cocked her head at him. Seconds later a creature appeared out of the bushes, and instinctively Violet jumped out of startlement, clutching Arg's hand tightly for a brief moment. Realizing she'd been holding her breath, the girl exhaled slowly. This figure smelled like Arganok. He had a cool and somewhat scary demon-looking-thing form too. He had to be related to the man somehow. And then Arganok spoke his name. Malakor, huh? Violet stared at the Oushaga. "Uh... Heh," was all she managed to say. This was always hard for the girl, she was so awkward at meeting people. Violet looked at Arg. Was there something she was missing? Shifting her vision to the Oushaga once more, she watched him suddenly turn human without even flinching. Well damn. He looked just like Arg. Violet eyes looking intently at the man who, of course, towered over both of them, Violet smiled. Everything suddenly clicked. "Oh, heh, so I guess you're like one of those Oushaga's who happened to bond with me?" The idea of actually being bonded with an Oushaga never crossed the girl's mind. Sure she thought maybe Aeon or one of the kids may have this... Luxury, curse, whatever one would call it, but never herself. At least, not until now. "And thanks... I like your hair," the girl said as she played with her own black and purple streaked hair. How the hell did this man find her? The girl extended a finger and poked Malakor's chest. Well he seemed real enough. Words;; |559| stars Tags;; |Arganok, Malakor| needed a change Muse Level;; The stars are djughkdfhfh today Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Well this is awkwardly cute in every way