Beauty Kills The Beast

[primus]

Hannah stood at the top of the Empire State Building, oblivious to the chill wind blowing about her, watching as her best friend's body fell to the New York City street so very far below. She had seen the light leave those intelligent brown eyes; she knew he was gone long before his body made a puddle in the pavement.

For a few seconds, Hannah considered how easy it would be to simply take two steps forward and follow him down. Just two little steps. A small part of her mind, the part not numbed by grief, was able to appreciate the irony of it being easier to jump off the Empire State Building than to walk into that burlesque theater so many weeks before.

Instead, her survival instincts denied her the one fleeting action that would end her life. Her eyes bore down on the body below, catching the glints of the glass panels making up the building. It was high...she admitted, higher than she had ever reached. It was almost nerve-wrecking, but euphoric all the more.

She spread her arms out like a bird, almost envying those meaty treats. Hannah could be free, just like her friend was... she could be.

(STFU it's my first post and I don't know how to start a role play. D:<)

[ambrosia]

As an escape from reality, Coco perched solemnly on the peak of the Empire State Building, motionless as a statue. Her black hair slapped her shoulders to the mercy of the wind.

Even from such a height, she could study the interesting specimens classified as humans. They ran about the streets below, as if having no where to go as they walk. As darkness fell, the humans would become more scarce, and the variety of lights in buildings would reveal themselves as an attraction. Coco also found that some females would offer themselves willingly to the male as a source of money, which aroused something deep within her. It reminded her of the need to feed.

Their clothes appealed to her, and Coco had even gone so far as to dress herself like them, to become a sight to behold. But tonight was a casual night, not a one-night stand as most other nights. True, she should have been selling herself out--a full moon always meant a feast for her--but she wasn't feeling very persistent as of today. Her primal instincts hadn't kicked in.

She was, quite simply, a scientific jack-of-all trades and, here in New York City, she really was in her element of discovery and experiment (not to mention all the varieties of human to feast on, the over-populated city it was); her one other friend often expressed their exasperation at her contentment to scrutinize anything that came within her grasp, and to speak to it as though it would tell her the answers it held to her questions by word of voice.

The introverted predator was interrupted from her speculations concerning the metabolism of organic beings by a noise that cut across the bridge of metal that made up the Empire State Building. She looked down instinctively, seeing the body drop to the ground. The body, admittedly, would have been a fine luxury, if only it hadn't fallen into the pit of dirtiness that made up New York's sidewalks.

Something also caught Coco's attention--the fine white silk making up another human's clothes. The femme wasn't as far down as the other humans, standing on the edge of one of the building's many ridges. It sparked such admiration that a human wouldn't be afraid of a terrifyingly high height. It made her question the female's sanity.

The vixen-in-disguise's eyes wandered down to survey the woman's body. It was appetizing; her mouth watered for her next meal.

Silently, she slid down from the pole, jumping a few meters down, landing a mere breem from the white woman. She was a rather attractive piece of meat, slim body a curvy delight. Coco stalked closer saucily, a smirk pulling at her lips. She cocked her head, hip jutting outwards and hands pressed on them to complete a daunting look.

"I wouldn't jump if I were you. It would be a pity to waste such a fine creation of God." Coco sounded as if she were flirting with this woman, it made her snicker quietly.

[primus]

The fox remained unnoticed by the saddening woman. Her eyes scanned the landscape and calculating invisible coordinates, her head turning this way and that to better gauge the scenery below, relaying it back to herself through murmurs.

The first that the feline below knew of her approacher was when the femme spoke up.

"Oh, lay off," Hannah commented airily on seeing the sleek woman, the adrenal chemicals pulsing through her mind and making Hannah's situation almost humorous, and reprimanded the woman with coldness. She bristled in defense, but she also knew that she would not argue with this woman lest something arose. With such a greeting as that, it was sure to spark controversy.

"Ahah... ah.. ahem, well, anyway," she stuttered after the awkward humor, trying to get her mind set on more serious matters. "I appreciate your concern, ma'am, but let me reassure you -- it's not worth jumping off when you won't be able to solve the problems of life." She drawled, returning the banter as though they were having a friendly conversation in the safety of their own homes rather than on top of one of the hugest buildings in the world.

A stony silence fell over the two as she registered the words of hers. She tried not to show how worried she was. It would not do for the woman to see the normally calm, calculating Hannah so shaken up by her mere presence.

She stepped away from the ledge, no intention on jumping. The abrupt slashing of wind across her cut through her destructive thought spiral. She shifted uncomfortably, a look of uneasiness crossing her face.

Not wanting to be rude to the other woman inhabiting the building as well, she bowed politely despite her ruffled posture.

"Sorry, it's just abnormal seeing another lurking around these areas. I thought this place would be deserted. Your name?"

Oh, how it was rude asking another their name before introducing themselves, but she deemed it alright for this enigma. How funny, too, that she was the inverted version of herself: Hannah wore all white, and this woman wore all black. Hannah's hair was white-ish, and this woman's was black. Such an oddysey had her disturbed.

[ambrosia]

The noise from Coco's voice was hard to understand, somewhere between a sigh and a growl, before she spoke again. The realisation hit her hard, reflecting in her voice, which was suddenly more subdued in a stark contrast to the heated outrage than it had been.

"Coco," she did not speak of her last name--long forgotten in the many screams of another.

A low 'hmm' came from this obtuse woman, a finish to their journey in gloomy silence, almost signaling her contemplating the no doubt horrendous fate that the unfortunate woman would face. The unfavourable direction that the events would take. The woman would probably be beside herself with anger. This thought brought some small comfort to her. An involuntary shiver wracked her form as she considered this new development.

It felt like hours that she stood there, just waiting for something to happen. No more and no less than she was waiting, anticipating what was coming.

Finally, she broke the silence herself.

"One of the most fascinating things of this universe is the vast amount of open doors left for people to dream about." She murmured. It was something to make the girl settle in faster.

A universe hid behind her stoic posture, a world of patience, reflection and domination. She could wait all day for her food, just as she did each full moon.

"And then again, it makes me think about what lies beyond the universe, what's in the void of space. To me, to look at space as nothing but more emptiness..." She didn't finish her sentence.

[primus]

"Hannah," she replied, her tone falsely welcoming and friendly. She stared balefully at her.

Coco, stoic as ever, her face giving away nothing of her thoughts or emotions. Hannah silently envied her for that ability; her emotions were always plastered across her face, as easy to read as a human book. And then there was herself when in a fit of rage, none of whom lost any opportunity to assassinate her character or mock her hoarse, screechy voice and persistent but invariably fruitless attempts for respect. She couldn't help herself when she was mad.

There was an inscrutable expression on her face until Coco continued, and an expression of impressed surprise crossed Hannah's face.

"You do not see space as anything more than an empty void?" Her voice was hollow and dark.

"Outer space is everything. Authentic creator of worlds, seed of every scent of life. Beauty and death mixed without prejudices, eternal shelter for every source of injustice and ambition. Within the unstoppable dance of the planets, the world of ideas lose all significance, dependent only on the mind caprices of its countless inhabitants. Mighty lords and grand masters, the celestial bodies command with ruthless resolution. The lives of all are held in delicate balance, fates entwined like gossamer strings."

She paused briefly. A slight, barely perceivable sound emanated from the motionless figure of Hannah.

"On the other hand, space is the closest thing to absolute absence. It is a prequel to eternal rest, a permanent reminder of the insignificance of existence itself before an overwhelming and still undiscovered universe. Breathing paradox, it is the perfect place for harmony."

And harmony was the word to describe the lonely female. She bowed her head in a hidden emotion.

(Sorry it's so short, you know, mother and stuff. D: )

[ambrosia]

(Yeah)

Coco became as still as a holo-painting. It went on for so long that she was sure that she startled even herself when she finally spoke.

"The way you describe space... it is rather beautiful. It describes the opposite of me, even." She relaxed, and started approaching Hannah slowly. Her stomach was feeling queezy from a lack of nurishment.

"You are like me, but must never become me. Not when you still burn with the desire for freedom."

She was talking about the issues the cat had in the past. Sure, Coco knew everything there was to know about the femme now, already had probing the femme's mind while she was describing the universe.

"You are more free than I can ever be. The beauty of space means nothing to someone who only sees it as more emptiness." Coco leaned forward and the corners of her mouth lefted ever so slightly.

Next thing she knew, Coco was kissing her. Harsh, brutal lip locks. She didn't even know why herself, but the taste of flesh was all too tempting.

(Shuddup sex is mandatory)

[primus]

"The corner of Hannah's mouth curled upwards. She felt memories being pulled from her mind and into the other's, yet she didn't know how. She was oblivious to Coco's power. She saw her drawing ideas right in front of her eyes. How clouds changed at sunset, recalled how birds twittered in the trees and brought forth the mysterious, yet colorful veil of the Aurora Borealis.

"But Coco..." Hannah peered up at her black counterpart, "Why my eyes? Me making you remember... doesn't hurt?"

Even though she was assaulted by the shadowy woman, she didn't fight against her. She wanted to ask her more, such as 'why'. It was her obedience as a cat that caused her to keep still, and not brush her away.

A sudden, powerful kiss cut her voice off. Liquid, warm, gliding, it reached to the center of her faster than a shot of high grade wine. Hannah felt her knees wobble and give out. She gripped Coco's shoulders for balance as her innards twisted in a mix of pleasure and fear.

The mysterious woman's kiss was brutal, but not painful. Compared to her, her past prince kissed like a child!

Hannah melted into those lips. Her lips were extremely sensitive to begin with. Having them kissed this way melted her inside.

It was so overpowering...it had robbed her of all coherent though. She felt herself heating up inside. Fear dampened her full enjoyment of the moment. Any second now she expected Coco to bite her lips off her face.

(Short aft)

[ambrosia]

"No..." She said between lip locks. "...it pleases me." She was referring to having to remember. Being around this femme reminded her of how she was all those eons ago.

She was surrounded by self loathing. She hated what she'd become and she hated that she couldn't change it. She didn't want to see her suffer the same fate.

"Your mind made the ordinary become so much more. Everything I see through your eyes is magnificent." She pressed a fierce kiss to the cat's lips.

"It's your eyes because I don't see the beauty in things like you do." They were still in the world of Hannah's imagination, where they saw all.

"All I see is a reflection of what I am inside." She gestured and the landscape around them became darkened desolation. It looked as if a fire gutted the forest, turning the trees into dead, blackened husks. The ground was hard, cracked ash. Scents of smoke and decay replaced the rain and pine. It was hot, suffocating, the air almost too heavy even for intake valves.

She'd turned a forest of beauty into a landscape of pain.

An indistinct figure appeared on the horizon. At the sight of it, Coco jerked her arm up and quickly stopped feeding off of Hannah's drawing. Everything melted like a dream, except it brought them back to the Empire State Building.

Because of that thrill of power, the knowledge she held a life in her hands and the knowledge that Hannah was letting her, Coco was fascinated with the white-faced cat's throat. She would cherish it, bite at it, run her fingers down it, working herself up into a frenzy until her breaths were thrumming heartily to cool her body.

[primus]

Coco had smirked in savage anticipation, an expression which sent chills rushing through the cat's hyper-sensitive limbs. Hannah realized her mistake instantly, and lowered her head but a fraction in shame.

It was the sharp teeth that were sending her attention on the fritz.

She had been so scared of death that she had revealed her trump card to early; the certainty of dying with the ideas safe when Coco probed her mind had been taken away now, and all because she had been afraid of termination--but for a fleeting moment, the possibility of life, even enduring torture, had looked more inviting than being killed. Hannah cursed herself for her moment of cowardice as the sadistic fox sneered at her.

Fox.

Fox.

The cat felt herself pressed up against the Empire's wall, almost off the ground. A hand on her waist pinned her there, the other moving up to grip her chin between thumb and forefinger, allowing her head to be tilted at this fox's leisure and convenience.

Hannah felt the heat from the fox rush over her body and she was unable to suppress an answering pant of her own.

And then she saw ears. A fox's ears.

[ambrosia]

Coco only growled, feeling the fur curl up from under her skin, sliding through all available pores. Her body felt compressed and hot, like she was suffocating.

"You taste so good," she snarled between gasps. It was hurting her, and she felt her whole body as if it exploded under pressure. Her fox like features exaggerated to employ nothing but fear in her prey's soul. Ruby eyes flashed as a murderous glint past through them.

"Ah...Hannah..." the purr that tugged itself from Coco's throat was nothing but pure animalistic energy as she tested it upon her tongue.

"Touch me," came the hoarse command from the fox's mouth, the sound sending vibrations juttering down the skin of the pale neck. Her voice was nothing more than a demonic growl, and yet, it was seductive and darkly desirable, like a fox luring its prey out with its unnatural beauty. She manipulated the woman's body with light touches as she knew Hannah liked it; tender at first and then digging her fingers--claws--in almost hard enough to leave scratches. Hannah's body was now riddled with bruises, all of them from their playing.

Another shudder wracked through her body, a high-pitched whine emanated from her, seemingly out of her control. She wanted her body...her meat...food.

It was the only thing running through her mind.

(rp tomorrow, I'm tired and mom wants me up early for school tomorrow.)

[primus]

The feline moved her hand over to rest the flat of her palm on the fox's chest. Some indistinct noise came from the cat's voice, the disgust on her face showing she was not happy with this development. She took her chance and moved closer, cupping a pale cheek with her spare hand. It was a huge improvement.

Understanding that she was not likely to make any more progress concerning Coco's roughness, Hannah allowed herself to let it go. She sat there, stroking her fingers across the skin of Coco's face for breems, still amazed that the canine was open to such violence--it was a stark contrast to her usual state, when all her actions screamed trangquility.

"Feeling better?" She asked quietly at last. The high-pitched whine was sickening to hear, and Hannah had to fight the urge to cringe away. The idea of being around someone who not only confirmed herself as a sadist but took such pride in it was not one she relished, but something still compelled her to stay right there.

To let the beast feast on her.

She had found, during the short amount of time, that Coco loved her neck. She had an obsessive fascination with it. She could spend up to a minute tracing the skin.

It was because of how vulnerable it was. The skin was soft and pliable, weak to attacks and susceptible to damage. In most situations, however, any human who sustained a wound to the main blood vessel would lose brain capacity within minutes and would die within half a breem.

Coco could tear a hole in Hannah's neck with her bare hands and the cat would bleed to death before she could even put cry out for help.

Her intended murmur of Coco's name died in her throat, overtaken by a whimper of discomfort. One of hands moved up from the fox's chest to catch the wrist and try to dissuade Coco from clenching so hard.

"You're hurting me..." She managed. Her strangled complaints were drowned out by the whining of her voice, punctuated by faint moans of pleasure.

[ambrosia]

The pain was immediate. It felt like there was fire under her skin, wavering from ember to smoldering rock, each having its own kind of pain. Then it was followed by needle like pricks all over her body, which as soon as they were done hurting that way, they started to hurt like a sting. Her skin felt cold.

And then, she only found herself as her original form, a fox. But she wasn't fully developed--she still remained on two pedes.

She jolted and tensed, her vocalisations stopping abruptly as she threw her head back towards the sky. Eyes shut and mouth hanging loosely, reaching an end point to their foreplay. Though this time she was being inexplicably quiet about it--normally she would screech for the world to hear.

However, she quickly got over her pain, it was merely one of life's tests. She was no weak fool.

She steeled her jaw, tracing her claws almost lovingly down her figure.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Coco hungrily soaked in the terror, purring in approval. It was mere child's play to her, and teasing her food was only more exciting.

"...What? What will you do? What will you do, little dove?" her voice was a coo as she gazed at Hannah with black eyes, playing around with her like a cat with a mouse.

"Planning to escape me...?" Coco's voice was a purr in her ears as she brushed her lips across it. "Dove, you're weak...do you want to end up like your pretty boar friend? Hmmm?" her claws tightened into her sides and the slight pin pricks of needles filled her skin as she punctured her flesh ever so slightly--the wounds only deep enough to draw the miniscule specks of blood.

A mocking sneer was the only reply to the pleas of the food before her.

"Scared...?" the tone of Coco's voice was mockingly gentle as she spoke into Hannah's ear, her lips caressing the shell of it almost tenderly as she spoke while her hot breath puffed against her face.

[primus]

(What the frag, woman. DON'T START WITH ME :3)

She gulped and fought back the urge to scream, screwing her eyes shot as nothing but a terrified whimper emerged from her throat.

"You're not her...you're not..." her voice was a whimper, the terrified stutter lost as she began to convince herself the cruel reality of the situation.

It was that purr that broke those carefully spun webs of sanity and it was that purr that finally set the stage for something more.

If Coco couldn't feel anymore... then Hannah decided right there that she'd do all the feeling for both of them. She started by letting herself smile. Despite what was happening, a mixture of predator and prey, the girl remained calm.

She listened to the noises of New York City below. It was alive, strangely, in the night; it had its own rhythms and beat to which it steps to. The pounding sound of footsteps as the masses cascaded down the sidewalks provided an appropriate thrumming backdrop for the fortissimo of clattering noise.

Hannah stood rigid, "I won't leave until you tell me to." How she hated her instincts to obey and serve like a true feline.

(STFU. I have no more imagination in these posts. D:<)

[ambrosia]

Was it fear that compelled her to say such things? The cat should have been cowering, waiting for their fate to be sealed in one single gulp.

If only it were that easy. If only she could just put Hannah inside of her without killing her. That way she could never leave her.

She scoffed. Why was she so worried about her? Was it obsession? No, no. Hannah was a woman of free will and she wasn't about to tie her down so easily. It was that wild freedom that attracted Coco to Hannah. Truth be told, she was scared.

"That pleases me," the husky voice echoed, rumbling. She couldn't kill this fine specimen--her doppelganger (sp?). She was her alternate self, one that could never be killed.

She stroked the feline's hair with uneaven claws, yanking it a bit too harshly.

Her ears twisted back to the honking of ducks, and she turned to see a flock of them in a v-shaped line. Instinctively, she yanked one from the group. Instead of eating Hannah, she devoured the avian.

To eat her prey as would any wild animal. After all, this was survival of the fittest. Natural selection, she believed it was called. She slowly began to 'skin' the duck, and soon found her prize--bloody, sinewy muscle. She captured some muscle from its body in her fist and began to eat. She could feel the sinew under her teeth, the final muscle spasm from the adrenaline the body had felt before. She was hunched on the metal ground over this duck's corpse, eating its insides with her bare hands.

It was some of the best she'd tasted in a solar cycle. She couldn't wait to try other areas, see if it tasted different due to different levels of copper and protein. It did, and she continued to consume its insides. Once she tried its brain after successfully hacking its skull from its neck. It felt like it had no use for her, so she had no use for it. She merely continued on, leaving its decaptitated head on the floor near its corpse.

She saved the heart for last, knowing by instinct it would taste the best. Oh and it did--it was sweet yet coppery, much like how blood tastes when you bite your tongue.

Blood was on her fingers, on her face and pretty much everywhere on her body. After she finished she stood up, feeling very satisfied with herself. Of course, every time she did it, she felt herself salivate, and her adrenaline rush. She sometimes even became aroused while eating, remembering just how good it felt to have sinew between her teeth and muscle convulse as it's last course of action.

She did not think it was disgusting, as she did it many times before. Maiming and eating the victims. Being a cannibal wasn't so bad, though she did occasionally pity the person coming into her view. Until she slashed them with her teeth, anyway.

Coco licked the remainders of the duck off her whiskers and maw.

[primus]

She realized that she wasn't as a human anymore--fear had encouraged her into her lower form, as a cat, but standing. Anthros, term used correctly.

Oh, sure, the fox looked alien, but it had nothing on the weirdness of suddenly becoming one. Her mind might insist that her new body was perfectly fine, but the rest of her human thoughts were less than happy with the whole thing. The first uncomfortable realization was that she was a cat now. The second was the weird-aft slag on her body was fur, and the third one--discovered as stood up completely--was that she was towering.

The fourth realisation was that while her human mind had firmly decided that her new body could best be summed up as 'ugly as frag', her feline mind was already preening in a really, really uncomfortable way. The last thing she needed was her entirely-too-close-to-being-schizophrenic mind deciding that she was pretty.

She stared at her hand, flexed alien, furry fingers. Not liking it, Hannah realized about half a second later, was an understatement. Human mind that does not think foxes are a turn-on at all and which is really uncomfortable with fantasizing about the color of Coco's fur? You're a cat now. Sudden urge to provoke Coco into pinning her into the wall and 'facing her into next week? Well, you're a cat now.

Cats were, apparently, the alien equivalent of raving nymphos, and there was nothing to do but accept it and get used to the thought, or stay moody and biting about not getting anything. Right back to her teenage years, basically, and Hannah bit back a snarl as she waited for Coco to take notice of her.

She found herself trying to get away from Coco, managing to get a few yards from her.