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Beast thinks of all that's happened when she was molested by that Legion soldier...
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[22:19] Markus Madzuko glances idly at his surroundings, keeping a watchful eye for snipers after Parnell nearly caught a round in the ass the other day. The marine comes to a halt as the figure standing near the waterfront catches in his periphery, tail swinging to and fro with an apparent pensive stare toward the ocean. He'd seen that armor before, and the long black hair flowing overtop of it, a low, mirthless chuckle released as he reaches for his sidearm and pulls it free as quiet, calculating steps are taken closer, eventually leveling the sights for the back of her head as he'd move down a few meters from her. Markus would feel a bit of deja vu as he watches her a moment, their roles seemingly reversed from the last time they'd met in almost this same location. "Don't move 'ah fuckin' muscle," he barks, jerking back on the slide to chamber a round. "Hands behind your head and keep your fingers locked. Nice 'n slow."
[22:23] Beast Slade chuckles, "And all this time I was wondering if it'd be new meat to chew on. You know, my enemy, there was this girl that pissed me off so I chewed and clawed on her arm. Ever hear about that?" She grinned again, slowly turned, obviously unarmed as she said, "Interesting how we've ended up, huh?" She was calm for the most part, already knowing this would catch up with her one day.
[22:31] Markus Madzuko takes a few sauntering strides closer, holding his pistol sideways in a ghetto ass, thug lyfe fashion as his other hand reaches around on his belt for a set of handcuffs. "interestin' if I'd shot ya in the back of the head 'n let yer fall into the ocean clean up the evidence fer me. Think I'd rather keep ya alive, tho. Apparently a couple nights in the holdin' cells just wasn't enough for ya. How would ya like to start servin' drinks at the Hellfire?" he asks with a bemused smirk. "Now, turn yer ass around and do what I told ya before I make sure we got one less kitten ta deal with."
[22:35] Beast Slade growls a little, "I think you should stat shooting before I go back to Levi, motherfucker." Her eyes flared red now, yet not surrounded with that darkness that breathed feral. Her hands remained at her sides as she grinned wildly, "I knew you had feelings for me, ou perverted jackass, I just never knew how strongly you felt, though I won't kss you if you don't buy me a drink first." She was now just being a smartass as her temper flared.
[22:44] Markus Madzuko was bluffing, of course. And Beast being Beast, she'd called it. Markus' lazy ass wasn't about to arrest her, lead her -all- the way back to the subway, then back to base, then process, and all of the other...extremely boring shit that comes with taking in and registering a prisoner. His eyes widen a little at her remark, cocking one eyebrow toward her. The marine says nothin to that, arm outstretched to where the muzzle of the USP would be hovering about an inch infront of her chest, finger poised on the trigger. He'd go to move the cold, steel muzzle down the swell of her breasts, tracing the cat's cleavage before stopping it at her gut. She was quick, and could of course try to disarm him, but likely not before he'd likely get at least one round in the hybrid's midsection. "Not gonna ask ya again," he grunts, jutting his chin up. "Turn. Around."
[22:49] Beast Slade grins nodding, "I'll play nice, for about thirty secods. If you deon't get lost I'll gut you, motherfucker." She knew the gun at her stomach was no bluff, but her nipples became erect as the muzzle passed over her chest, though the armor probably didn't show it well.
[22:59] Markus Madzuko grins at her obedience, the muzzle of his USP raising to hover at the back of her head once she'd turned to face the ocean, the sound of the waves beating the concrete rise and the cliff below playing an almost relaxing note as he'd move to secure the cuffs around each slender wrist. Despite the smog and constant, spotty overcast the dim moonlight shone fully on their sides as he'd step close to push himself into her, the rifle over his chest would smush against her back as his other 'gun' would rest up against the her soft backside, using a hand to reach up and try to pull her hair off to the side, his hungry mouth drawing to the side of her neck as her skin, pearlescent in the moonlight, would be displayed for him. The hot avidness of his breath, the greedy suckle of his lips, and rasp of his tongue would find the line of her throat, biting, nibbling and licking as his other hand reaches around, gloved digits skimming the waistband of her pants.
[23:06] Beast Slade growled out loudly, now thrashing wildly, eyes growing darker as she send her elbows back at his face, her leg coming up trying to smash his 'gun' into oblivion. Her snarls now in the air as her belt was fiddled with, seeking to be loosened; now she was biting and clawing at whatever she could the handcuffs groaning this resistance as she tried to rip them in two, her strong muscles tense with motivation. Now her claws came forward, and the handcuffs threatened to break as her wrists also got larger, her skin became furr as Markus molested her neck and body altogether
[23:18] Markus Madzuko wouldn't utter a word. He wouldn't chuckle, nor roar out, even as he's caught in the cheek by a wild elbow. As Beast tries to throw a leg back towards his junk it'd only graze the iniside of his thigh hard as he was pushed up against her, all of this roughhousin' excitement from Beast's struggle causing little Markus to be already standing at attention, nestled directly underneath the soft curves of her ass. He knew she was going feral when the soft, hairless skin on her neck that he was assaulting soon produced fur, her body enlarging and writhing against him. With a grunt he'd lower his arm to try and wrap tightly around her waist, wanting to hold her in place as his sidearm is quickl holstered. The other hand, fumbling with her belt to loosen it had since unfastened it, allowing the marine to shove his hand down the front of her pants entirely. His prodding, exploring fingers would travel downward to the neko's velvety folds. Once, or if he reaches her sweet spot, assuming she hadn't broken free of the cuffs by that point, he'd rest the side of his middle and index finger on either side of her clit and start to rub. The hardened planes of the marine's face were without expression as he'd use the hybrid for what the felt was the only thing they were good for.
[23:29] Beast Slade's hands came together and ripped part violently as the cuffs literally shattered violently from her wrists as she looked back and snarled darkly, fangs now malevolently posed to kill. She couldn't deny the feelings in her cunt that tingled through her, but the feeling to kill overcame that; her hands now claws flew back and tried to find Markus's wrists and literally rip them away from her body violenly as she growled, leg wrapping behind Markus and her brutal anger driving her to push him back hoping to trip him on to the ground so she could tear him apart further.
[23:35] Markus Madzuko 's wirsts are dug into, growling out as his arm falls free and his hand removed from her pants as forcibly as it'd entered. As her leg moves behind him he gets caught in it easily as he was already trying to move back, tripping him up before he'd fall flat on his back. The marine's boots scuff the concrete as he'd try and get purchase on the ground, awkwardly scooting back like an upsidedown turtle as he'd quickly reach for his sidearm, moving to pull it free; she'd likely be on top of him with full force before he could take any decent aim.
[23:38] Beast Slade snarls at her attacker as the roles quickly changed, she turned and dived at him, ignoring the fact he had weapons as her sharp and deadly claws came down, she swung at his face and shoulder coming down quickly with a vengeance that Markus probably had never seen. If she landed on him she'd also try to bite into his flesh, tearing out a nice piece of meat from his neck, or at last that's what she was aiming to do.
[23:48] Markus Madzuko could do nothing than let her get in real nice and close. He'd bring an arm up to try and shield his face as that flurry of clawswipes comes at him with a vengeance. It mattered little to Markus, though, as he still had Beast's pootang juices on his fingers, and that shit was more rare than Asian man on black woman porn. Her claws would scrape down the length of his arm, deep gashes like crevasses opening up with blood spraying out. His shoulder is hit next, the sharpened points digging in like a knife through warm butter. Markus would see her open mouth coming down for his neck, razorsharp teeth displayed. If she managed to get a bite, that'd be the end for him. He'd curl his fingers down over his palm and try to land a wild, hard palmstrike for her nose as her head lowers, all the while nestling the sidearm held in his right hand against the side of her vest. He'd depress the trigger, one round exploding with a loud -crack-.
[23:56] Beast Slade's claws ripped and teared as her head is knocked not her nose, and lands somewhere near his shoulder as well. She looked at Markus as the bullet hit , being that the gun was right against her it offered little momentum as it hit her armor, the round piercing her fleh as she snarled out, making herself upright and trying to knock that gun away as she hacked at it, snarling at Markus again, her other set of claws digging in his soulder.
[0:03] Markus Madzuko 's fingers loosen as they're sliced into, his USP skidding away from him. He finally roars out as she keeps working on that shoulder, each claw twisting into the taut muscles and shredding them as he struggles against her. She was too close to him for his rifle to be brought to bear, and so he'd do what any marine would do in his position: just start swinging like a fucking maniac. With his USP out of reach he'd ball that hand into a fist and start sending wild punches for anything he could hit on her, all the while trying to grab the wrist of the clawed hand that was digging into his shoulder. If he managed to get purchase he'd try to shove back and get the claws out, at least.
[0:08] Beast Slade snarls loudly and dives in again, shoving his hand down as her teeth went for his shoulder, tryin to rip and tear it off the joint roughly, still raking down his arm, she grunted here and there if he got a lucky shot off at her side or shoulder, not being deturred in the least by his resistance.
[0:19] Markus Madzuko roars out like a wounded lion as Beast's teeth clamp down on his already mangled shoulder, thrashing against her and punching wildly before she'd start to tear at it, and it pops out of joint within seconds. After sending a punch of her side his arm falls flat against her, head falling back against the concrete as he goes limp. Out cold.
[0:23] Beast Slade throws her head back, sensing that Markus could no longer fight and withdrew her claws from his body, roaring in victory as she came down with two large fists and slammed them into his chest as if to show dominance while he lay there, she lickd her blood-stained lips, ferociously snarling at him, face to face...
After Beast left in a feral storm, heading for the Den, knowing she'd be safe there.
Last week we had a huge storm, and when I resumed my usual running route this week, I found this magnificent fallen tree (its twin was lying on the other side of the road, like two dead sentries). Silverfox is a shaman so I took him there to say farewell.
The pictures were taken for the photography contest maybe-innocent and her friends held on tumblr/facebook. My theme was “rain”.
A shot of the old CGW bridge in Waterloo, IA (see previous shot) weeks after four of the eight spans were pushed off their piers in June of 2008. It took till Oct of 2009 to get funding and approval for the rebuilding. Amazingly, all the Plate Girders dumped in the river were reused. Heat straightening and I believe new floor beams were used. Three piers had to be demolished and rebuilt.
The aftermath of a shock wave colliding with a low density bubble from a joint KAUST-TUM project that developed an adaptively refined mesh capability for a hyperbolic PDE solver, by combining the Peano code (developed at TUM) and the PyClaw code (developed at KAUST). The project involved Prof. David Ketcheson and Aron Ahmadia at KAUST, and Tobias Weinzierl and Kristof Unterweger from TUM.
My alarm did not go off this morning but I woke up to the sound of an old roaring acco and it was the old spare MkIV that took the recycling today but by the time I ran outside he was already onto my neighbours bin so I went to bring in my bin and saw this!!!! It came close again!!! But the old MkIV collected my Darebin240L bin fine but I think the reason it slipped this time is because he gripped it so high as this is the highest ive ever seen a 240L bin in Moreland being gripped.
The aftermath of a large condo building fire. It was started because of improper disposal of a cigarette on a balcony. The result was devastating. All 106 homes destroyed and $16.3 million in damages. Thankfully, no humans were killed or seriously injured. I'm not sure about non-humans however (since media tends to not care about that)
www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/clareview-condo-fire-star...
Alpha Leader: "You alright, sir?"
Morello: "Yeah, yeah. Thanks, though. I appreciate it."
Alpha Leader: "We're not out yet. We still have to get off the ship."
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Might build more scenes after this, might not.
2 days after the bush fires at Winmalee.
We heard of a man who stayed in his little house overnight to defend it against the fires, armed with only a tank if water and a hose. He was very lucky the tank didnt run out before the rural fire services could contain it. Fighting a giant fire from all four corners of his house, I can't imagine that terror.
Rarely do "mirror self portraits", but was freezing, so I made an exception.
I just did a "mudrun" which basically consisted of getting up super early after not sleeping much, putting on an old high school track jersey, tiny tiny shorts, and water wings (sadly absent here, I popped one on the couse and took them off so the car didn't get too dirty). It was FREEZING, and about 1000 feet into the course, we had to ford a river. Great start...rest of the course was jumping over walls, slip and slide, hay bales, cargo nets, etc, finished by a MASSIVE mud pit you had to basically swim through to get under a bunch of flags.
Followed by one of the best showers, ever.
Happy Halloween all!
is still gorgeous. His freckles show up so well here! :D
(I'm sorry Luv-bb for scratching your face-up, I feel real bad! D: Thank god you're going back to your second mommy face-up artist, propertyoftheuchiha for a fix though!)
Luvbouy: *gives bulletsBANQ the stink eye*
bulletsBANQ: *twiddles fingers* Oops?
PS: Full view if you're awesome <3
James Cauty's 1:87 scale distopian vision housed in a 40' shipping container, currently on tour across the UK. Seen in Exeter as part of Art Week.
Tropoje, Albania.
These flowers tend to grow very, very tall. They are often used to create shadow in gardens. During the day they bloom. At night, they close and go to sleep. They do this everyday during their whole life span.
Across the river "The Moon"
first:
Anne Hytta:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFAogFZIQ_I&feature=related
and then:
(Amina Alaoui)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7B-w5DchW8&NR=1&feature=...
and/or:
(Amina Alaoui: Gharnati En concert)
I'm new to taking street shots and went out to test how good my a7s would be at night for photography. Think I accidentally captured something that summed up my own feelings after the Scottish Independence Referendum. Just got to keep on keeping on.
The results of a grade crossing mishap awaiting repairs at the British Columbia Railway Squamish shops, August 19, 1995.
25.02.19. Lots of snow left to deal with. Snow clearing crews are just starting to deal with. My walkway looks like a canyon at this point.
2012
Watercolor on paper.
11 in x 8.5 in.
This is a scan of the small sketch-painting of what my bigger assignment will sort of look like. I know it's not that great. So yeah.
Nosotros no nos amamos, sólo nos miramos y nos besamos, levemente nos anhelamos y alguna noche nos soñamos...
Hurricane Sandy is over. My unexpected mini-vacation is now at an end.
I'm spending the last day before I return to work in bed all day with my delicious Starbucks.
The commute is going to be difficult as all the trains I need are the ones most affected by Hurricane Sandy!
Year 5 - Upload 32
One Year Ago Today - No Photo
Two Years Ago Today - With a Red Cup!
Three Years Ago Today - No Photo
Four Years Ago Today I should do yoga again.
James Cauty's 1:87 scale distopian vision housed in a 40' shipping container, currently on tour across the UK. Seen in Exeter as part of Art Week.