Grabbing some air

Andrew · Member

Grabbing some air

Rocca · Rockin' Serpant

The day was hot. The temperature balancing on that thin edge between "Fucking Hot" and "Boiling." As the car made it's way along the street, the Cobra lounged, positively a puddle of scales and flesh in the driver's seat while the sun beat down mercilessly upon the car. The engine purring it's distaste at being driven on a hot day, over rivers of asphalt that positively glowed from the heat. Rocca simply turned up volume of the stereo to block out the engine noise. She'd have to do something nice for her baby later. Maybe get it detailed, or a super duper premium car wash. New tires, something, but for now she was enjoying the wind in her hair and the heat on her skin, which itself was almost warm to the touch. The beast within was curled in quiet contentment, only it's yellow eyes peering thoughtfully through Rocca as the car slowed and then came to a complete stop in an empty parking space. In the shade too. After all, the sun was indeed a bitch on the upholstery.

Once the engine was off, Rocca positively slithered out of the car. Shutting the door behind her with a loud bang while her attention turned to the myriad of scents around her. Majority of which belonged to the human devotees of the Kadra. Their scent distinctly tainted by drugs, cigarette smoke, and things Rocca didn't want to explore any further. They always left a bad taste in her mouth. A few furries were around, their scent sweet like blood and warm fur, mingling with the natural perfume of the air, like little beacons of delicious for her to follow. Who knows, maybe one of them would put up a fight and the day wouldn't be a total waste. As it were the Cobra was itching for her "date" with Harley. Who the hell did the Boa think she was? The Joker? Well if that was the case, Rocca was the fucking Batman, and everyone knew how their dances turned out.

The thought made the pretty Cobra smile at the joke as she meandered over to the ramps, following the scent of freshly spilled blood. There wasn't a lot of it, which was a darn shame, but like a Shark, Rocca didn't need a lot. Dark eyes positively sparkled with delight as she spied the Tony Hawkwouldbe. Not a wolf, that was almost disappointing, almost. Still her smile grew as Rocca made her way to the warm and furry, the Cobra within, uncoiling slowly as it took in this new potential toy. Or a late lunch. Either or. "Well, well, well... aren't you jusssst a daredevil in the making." With a voice that was pure honey and "innocence" Rocca, grinned, taking a moment to slip her sunglasses off and prop them atop of her head. "Lookssss like you hurt yoursssself a wee bit there. Sssssomeone ssshould really bite it better, humph?" Said Nurse Rocca as she looked the fuzzy thing over from head to toe. Bite, totally bite.

-- Edited by Rocca at 18:40, 2008-05-05

Andrew · Member

*He leaned himself up on his elbows, regarding the woman for a moment before cracking a smile.* "Well I'm use to it getting kissed better, but biting it better works too if that's what you're into." *He said in a calm tone sitting up completely and running his hands through his hair, sending the gravel out of it and brushing off his arms to get that as well.* "Tell you the truth though, I'm not sure if your bite would do me any good." *He remarked lightly twitching his nose, to take in her scent, his inner rat regarding the cobra within her with a guarded stare, its fur bristling.* "Hey you won't try to eat me will you? That would be a real damper on my day, getting eaten and all." *He remarked in an off hand tone looking for his board that had run away from him in search of freedom.* "Crap, I just brought that one too." *His arm was still bleeding, which he only noticed after he had ruined his shirt from wiping his hair clean. The wound closing not long after that, it had only lasted long enough to be a problem for him. Again.* "That sucks." *A curious gaze turned towards the woman.* "Do you suck?" *The question had escaped him before he realized it and he laughed at it.* "I mean like a vampire does of course." *Innocent man, he was just misunderstood.*

Rocca · Rockin' Serpant

"Tell you the truth though, I'm not sure if your bite would do me any good."

Hooray, Rocca did love it when lunch talked back. It always did make for interesting meals. Grinning at the rat, Rocca had to fight the urge not to clap and high five someone for dropping a fun new toy in her lap. Oh Shane was going to love this one, smart alecks were so hard to come by now a days. Everyone had to be the tough guy or a sex god. No one mouthed off anymore. So Rocca schooled her features into quiet amusement as she watched the bloody boy gather up his pride. The scent of his blood tickling the Cobra's scenes to no end. If it was a cat, it would be on it's back, rolling and purring and all that good stuff.

"Hey you won't try to eat me will you? That would be a real damper on my day, getting eaten and all."

"Eat you?" Who...Rocca? The innocent little blonde with the guileless stare? "Only if you assssk nice. Although I'm on a diet but if you'd like for you I'd make an exssseption."

Now Rocca did grin, flashing teeth as she slid her sunglasses off her head and promptly bit on one of the ears. It was either that or the rat-boy, and even though he was positively asking for it, Rocca liked to think her self control was better than that. An eyebrow quirked as she tilted her head in the direction of the warehouse merely feet away "If you need a new board I can recommend a plassssse, promissse you wouldn't be disssapointed." And how! But Rocca kept that bit to herself and simply brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her face, leaving her fingertips to linger by her mouth for a moment too long.

And then she moved, moving faster than a human had a right to as she leaned closer to the rat, her teeth gleaming brightly as her eyes, and not in a good way. "And I do sssssuck, but I preffer to ssswallow my food whole." With click of her teeth, Rocca leaned back, slowly slipping her sunglasses back on as she took a few steps back to give the little rat his space. "Now...you Daredevil, do you sssuck or sssswallo?" Tit for that, or tit for rat...oh how the mind boggles.

Andrew · Member

"I'll swallow if I like the guy." *He said in an off handed tone as if he was talking about the weather.* "Spit normally though, all that drinking gets in the way of sucking." *He took a moment to regard the woman's glasses in very open and clear envy. Tapping his foot lightly at the design before nodding in a certain sense of things.*

"I want a pair of sunglasses, that is my next mission." *He said said in a resolute tone, before giving the woman his full attention, listening to the chattering of his rat in his mindscape as he did so. Natural reaction of the rat to stay off balanced by the snake, but Andrew was honestly not all there to begin with.* "Great, can you show me the place then? I'm pretty much free for the day, I might need to go attack some random surfer later for being better at it then me, but that's for later."

Rocca · Rockin' Serpant

Did Rocca dare? Yes she did, and with a well trimmed eyebrow arching upwards she regarded the rat with a whole new level of interest. At least one that went above wanting to see what he tastes like when she picked bits and pieces of him from her teeth. He was silly, wasn't he just?

"Then I sssssimply musssssst introdusssse you to Diego...Or Jack." Probably Jack. Diego would acutally enjoy the introduction, Jack? Oh just seeing the look ont he rattler's face would be priceless and that was what sealed the deal as Rocca pressed her lips into a knowing little pout and slipped her hands behind her back. So better not to grab you with hands my dear. Turning around Rocca took a step backwards, and then another, tilting her head to the side towards the warehouse "If you're good...I'll sssshow you bit more than that." As to specifics Rocca left that up to the rat's imagination. Food was creative in ways the predators couldn't begin to imagine. That's what made them so damn much fun at times. No fun when it just laid there.

Who knew, maybe she'd keep him for Shane, a little peace offering. And maybe Shane would feed him to Dexter. The Viper did seem fond of the rodents the last time. With a snap of her fingers, Rocca turned around, swaying her hips as she headed for the main building. Glancing over her shoulder every few steps to make sure the rat still followed, as Rocca lead him along like a pied piper. "Come on Daredevil let'sss sssse what elssse you're good at."

WereRat Barbie · Rat Queen

Aurriana was on her way to her car, when she had seen Andrew talking to a rather pretty blond. Black button nose twitched. Aurriana's shocking blue eyes narrowed. Sultry form moved in a way that a feline would envy, except Ms. Stone. Pasty was simply in a class of her own. Eight inch heels stabbed at the concrete jungle that belonged to the snake skate park. It was much larger than it had been in Salem. Aurriana had danced once with Shane. The woman was slick and smooth. Hate didn't boil in Aurriana's veins for the woman, it was something else. A form of respect and fear.

Catching the last words from the woman's mouth: "Come on Daredevil let'sss sssse what elssse you're good at."

Aurriana shook her golden blond head. "Andrew."

Her voice calling out to him. Manicured hand rose to clasp over Andrew's ear, tightly. Anger flaring white-hot. He was so wild! Those narrowed set of blues were fixed on the blond who had enticed Andrew. That white-heat flared up and through her beast shot out to the blond's coiled snake. A whip of that alpha strength. The heat that came with being not just a warm blooded animal, but of being Alpha.

"Shame on you!"

That was directed to snake blond. Three steps back from the blond, knowing full well that Blondie would be on her rear after that whip of power. Aurriana turned in the direction of her car. Rats were normally wild and free. Milo and Aurriana did not have real set rules for their Rodere. One rule however was never to piss off the master of the city, at the time it was Marcus. Now, she was adding one just for Andrew; Stay away from the snakes. Heels beat the path back out of the skate park, with Andrew's ear firmly clasped between her index, thumb and middle finger. Body swayed with an angry rhythm. A sway of hips with each step to the car. Once she had gotten to her cute pink Jeep. Trading in the 350 Z for it when she came on the island. The passenger side door would open and Aurriana literally tossed Andrew in the car. Slamming the door closed. Aurriana very rarely got mad.

"We're going home now. I'm calling Milo."

Cell phone was taken up as she called Milo, just like she said she would. Telling him what Andrew had done, and what could have he almost turned into! Snake food!

-- Edited by WereRat Barbie at 17:49, 2008-05-06

Rocca · Rockin' Serpant

Rocca would have laughed and cracked wise when Barbie came to claim the little rat. There seemed to be a theme going on. First Patsy, now Barbie. If Rocca wasn't so focused on the humor of it all she might have been better prepared for when the Rat Queen lashed out at her. The Cobra hissed in quiet fury as Rocca introduced her ass to the pavement. It kind of hurt, it kind of stung, but mostly it was her pride that was bleeding. The beast coiled, it's head up and hood open for all metaphysical world to see. How dare that little, peroxide rat spoil her fun!

Dark eyes glared at the woman as she dragged the Daredevil away. All right so that was new. Rocca hadn't seen a move like that outside of movies and with the nails Blondie was sporting oh that had to hurt like a bitch. It was almost enough to make Rocca smile as she got up, absently dusting herself off as she pouted at the backs of the two rats. "Hey!!! Come on! We were jusssssst talking..." Or planning a menu, who knows. No one now. And as Barbie shoved Andrew into the car, Rocca huffed. Well, so much for that!

Grinning despite her spoiled mood the snake lifted her hand waving avidly at the vehicle as she shouted at the retreating couple "Ya'll come back now ya hear?!" Cocking back her thumb she fired an imaginary gun at the car "pow" that grin tugging at her lips for a moment longer before Rocca resumed her path towards the warehouse, downright sulking again. That rat was fun.

Andrew · Member

*In the short time span of a hour or so, Andrew had learned several things. Pavement hurt falling from such a high height, he had an uncanny ability to plant himself in danger, Snake ladies were all pretty, and that being dragged by your ear by your alpha wererat mother hurt. A great deal.*

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Can't we talk about this?" *He said with the ground being taken from him as he was thrown into the car. Him and his rat curling into a ball from fear, she was going to beat him with a toaster. However those ears perked at the woman calling out to him.* "Ok! Its a date!" *He called happily flashing that charming smile before he realised he was about to be taken apart. And if the pain of being dragged by his ear by his smaller mother, she went ahead and signed his death warrant. His eyes growing wide as he looked at his mother, his breath catching in his chest.*

"Hey, no reason to call Dad. I couldn't help it, I just-" *He was about to sya something crude about snakes and unhinging jaws, but he realised he bore that scar on his face from the angry blonde next to him. Dose himself in gas before the fire.* "Umm, those are nice shoes?" *It was weak at best, but what else did he have?*