It Puts the Lotion on it's Skin.

BiteVsBark · The Rat King

It Puts the Lotion on it's Skin.

Malice · Mischief Malice

Dreams and nightmares.

It was amazing what the subconscious could create when left to it's own devices and when Milo choked the light from his eyes, Malice had all the time in the world to suffer through those delightful horrors. He whimpered in his forced sleep the whole way back to... wherever in hell they were going and as the Rat King threw him up over his shoulder a second time, fingers involuntarily dug themselves into the slender muscles in his lower back. Somewhere in that dark psyche he was fighting someone or something. Hopefully whatever it was wouldn't eat him. He wanted to leave that up to the real monsters.

"What th' fuck...?" He made it more of a statement as he woke with his body skewed at such a strange angle that when he tried to rise to a sitting position, it made parts of him hurt that he didn't even know existed. Imagine that. He laughed as a jolt of excruciating pain shot through his head then down his spine. Apparently Mr. Rat himself was none too pleased with the way Malice handled the whole introduction thing. Ah well. To each their motha' fuckin' own. Sighing, he reached up and touched at the back of his skull and his hand came away slick with blood. Blood that he set about to cleaning from his fingers with a long sweep of his tongue. It made him shiver and excited him visibly, which caused him to glance down at the growing thing in his fashionably torn jeans.

"Too bad..." Voice came in a hoarse whisper as he rolled onto his side and eventually his belly. Bracing himself with his hands, he slowly and shakingly rose to his knees where he surveyed the rest of the damage that the apparent tumble down the stairs had caused. Coal-colored eyes slithered along each of his inked arms, noting each little scrape and bruise with a click of the tongue. That bastard. He growled softly. A high pitched sound that caused the smaller of his kin to scurry back to whatever refuge they held here in the basement. He was pissed. No. Pissed was the understatement of the fuckin' century. Malice was in a rage and as he pulled off his skin tight tee that bore his vitae, he let that ratty growl grow even louder.

"King king king king king..." He muttered as he touched ribs that had broken on the way down, the sharp sensation of pain mingled with a throbbing ache made him whimper. Not from agony but pleasure. The thing was, Malice wasn't just a masochist. He was the masochist. It made him harder to break and that much more of a pain to dominate. Kind of hard to make someone bow down to you when every bit of violence you do to them just makes them resist even more. It was one of his more... colorful character traits and as he finally tore those dark eyes away from his damaged body and cast them to the door above, he shook his head.

"The least you could have done was buy me dinner for th' foreplay!" He laughed manically then and climbed uneasily to his feet and he had to catch himself on the stair's railing to keep from toppling ass over teakettle. Bastard. He'd pay him back for that little trip down the stairs. Flesh for flesh and all that. Sniffing, he turned and hobbled his way through the dark chamber, his nose leading the way. There were too many scents here. Too many different creatures have kept solace in the basement and as he took in a deep breath, something flashed behind those near-black eyes of his. Vampires.

"So... the King isn't as strong as I thought."

It wasn't a question of personal power. It was more a statement of belief. Malice... in all of his psychotic glory believed that Lycanthropes, especially of the rat persuasion, were meant to sit on top of the mountain as it were. No vampires, wolves, kitty cats, snakes or even humans were fit to survive in his eyes. No, he wanted something more for his kind. He wanted genocide. Darwanism at it's best. Survival of the fuckin' fittest.

He reached up and touched the remains of his lower lip, the sharp and piercing pain of bare fingers grazing the open wound caused him to inhale quickly.

Of course, if Milo wanted to play with the blood-fuckers, then that was his choice. Malice wouldn't fight him over it. No. Milo was strong enough to play boss-man for now and he was quite fine with that. But there would come a time when he'd make his play for power and then he'd see who would be screaming whose g'damn name.

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WereRat Barbie · Rat Queen

It felt like hours or days laying in bed with Milo. After the good few hours of sexual gymnastics. The mattress had survived, the bed frame had not. The wood had given up about half the way during the whole thing. Not that Milo or Barbie had stopped either after they felt the wood snap. Just meant she had to go buy a different bed, this time Barbie was thinking about something a bit more sturdier and perhaps metal. Which really wouldn't matter seeing as they were lycanthropes after all. When you can punch a hole through a car door, what chance would a metal frame have? Ah well... she'd figure something out.

During this cuddle session in bed, Milo had explained there was a little rat in the basement. At first she thought it was the rat named Bear. After the brief description (since Milo wasn't ever one to give a detailed description) of said rat in question. She knew who it was. Malice. The rat she had met by the furniture store she had been looking at for Eliza. She also told her husband this.

Milo shrugged it off, Barbie let it drop. She never questioned her husband and King. simply because he never anything to make her question him. He hadn't steered her or the Rodere wrong. It was also not her way to question him either. He was her King and that was that. He did what he believed was right and she believed in him.

So; on her day went. She called back Mr. Bear who she nicknamed Fred or Freddie, cause what parent would name their child Bear? Barbie wanted to make sure that he would be there at the Hookah. She would tell Milo to come as well. Then a call to Eliza to tell her to come over and she would help with the moving. The pool house was all finished. Everything was white and pale shades of pink with just a few accents of a lavender color that was just so calming and cute. Perfect for the girl. Unless Eliza didn't like it, and well they could change things around perhaps.

Taking her pen she scribbled down in her bubbly handwriting some things that they would need for the rest of the week. Twinkies were on the top of the list. Those would have to be shipped from the states. Barbie was already working on getting one of those bi-weekly supplies in for Milo. She couldn't very well have her hubby go without his yellow cakes. After that it was simply making plans to get the Pack and the Horde together for a BBQ. She would have called the Nest if they were friendlier. But in all honesty the Kadra; Shane scared Barbie a bit. Made her down right uneasy. Once she tangoed with that woman and once was really enough.

-- Edited by WereRat Barbie on Tuesday 12th of May 2009 02:17:11 PM

Malice · Mischief Malice

"Doobie-doobie-doo..."

It had been a few days since Milo had thrown him into the Rodere's own little dungeon, tossed away the key and left him with nothing but himself for company. Not a smart idea, that. Left to his own devices, Malice had a tendency to tip just a little bit further over that brittle edge of his remaining sanity. It was just one of the many reasons he entertained himself as he did. Well, that and it sated the more primal side of himself. The side that cried out for blood, violence and all those other nifty things that made normal people cringe.

He lay curled on his side in a slight fetal position, his right arm folded to keep his head off of the cold floor of the basement. He stared at his fingers and the pinkish meats that glistened red where his fingernails had once been. Fingernails that had been ripped from the roots as he clawed at the walls in fits of rage. He'd screamed and shouted until his throat felt like ground meat and more than once, he'd spat blood after a lengthy temper-tantrum. Of course, his shouts went unanswered. Even when he could feel another of Milo's Rodere nearby, his voice was as lost as if he were underwater. Screaming his rage into the murky depths.

That bastard! How dare he leave him like this! It wasn't enough that he'd tortured him with such exquisite pain and those sensual lips of his, but now he'd locked him away. Kept him from the games that kept him somewhat within the boundries of sanity. (If you were Ted Bundy.) He was going through what amounted to D.T.'s for a heroin addict. He shook and perspirated even though his body felt like it was tied to a block of ice. Pain racked him through sleepless nights and his muscles spasmed so much that he felt as though they were going to snap right in two.

For a night or two at least...

Then he began to write. He'd torn his nails off on the rough brick walls, leaving small little smears of crimson on the cold gray. He stared at them for a split second and an idea sparked somewhere in the back of his broken mind. As he suckled on the bleeding index of his right hand, he contemplated just what he would write on these virginal walls. Brain-blocked, he loosed a lengthy breath and the searing pain brought on by his rough tongue lapping at the exposed tenderness gave him an idea.

He'd list them. All of his playmates. Those delicious little morsels that kept him occupied over the past few years since that bitch turned him into the monster that he was.

A devilish grin broke across his lips and the healing lower stretched painfully into a curve. He shivered and began to write.

Days passed like fleeting memories and as he now lay curled on that cold floor, his fingers swirling in repetitive circles, he admired the work that stained the walls of the basement. Day and night he worked until not a single inch of those cinder-blocks shone gray. He smiled and recited the names in his head as he read. So many playthings gone and now... He sighed and pulled those dark eyes away from his graffitti, shifting them over his shoulder to the stairs that lead upward into a thick darkness... Up to freedom.

"Fuck-fuck-fuckedy!" He shouted as he rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling.

"Let's get a move on here, Kingy... Ain't none of us getting any fucking younger here..."

Malice · Mischief Malice

This was getting irritating.

He'd been in this damned hole for nearly a month now and he had yet to see hide or hair of the all-powerful King. He was hungry. He was pissed off. Above all, though... the insane little rat was fuckin' bored out of his skull! There was absolutely nothing to do down there and after he'd made his gory little list there on the block walls, he started on the cieling... then the floor. Spiral after spiral of drippy script crawled along every inch of the place and the only bare spot that remained was where he was currently seated.

"Shit..." He muttered as he stared into the darkness that crept along the outer edges of the basement, his knees drawn tightly to his chest and he sighed. Folding his arms atop dirty leather covered joints, he propped his chin against the uppermost of his forearms. Where the hell was he? There had to be a reason, he'd thrown him down here and if it was punishment... Hell, even the most fragile of minds have been known to learn their lessons.

"Fuck it..." He growled and leapt to his feet in a single fluid movement. Turning, he all but ran toward the stairs and then taking them two at a time, he stopped with a heaving chest just near the heavy door. Reaching out, he pressed his palms against the slick surface and managed to growl even louder despite the sandpaper-esque feel to his throat. Throwing his head back, he screeched in his kind's own personal language and then he loosed a single long scream before slamming his forehead against the door.

Over and over and over and over.

Dizzyness caused him to stumble back after a solid ten minutes of hardcore headbanging and as blackness crept around the edges of his vision, he studied the streaks of crimson that he'd left on the door itself. Frowning, he reached up and touched his forehead, finding a good deep gash stretching from his hairline down to the bridge of his nose.

"Aw..."

Darkness.

"...shit."

Unconciousness took him once again and he fell backward, tumbling headlong down the steps a second time to end up in a heap at the bottom. If the starvation didn't kill him, then by God...

...he'd do it himself.

karma · Naked Rat

The bowl of cherros sat on her lap as she flipped threw the channels of the TV..Looking for a horror movie...See if she could sit threw it all by herself...But the only thing she could find is the one about the people who lived under the stairs...Setting the remote down Karma would work on the bowl of oaty goodness. Of course this bowl wasn't your basic one...Nope it was one of those large mixing bowls! What how else she pose to feed herself and the ferret that laid curled up around her neck.

But here comes the kicker. It was her day off. And she had the house to herself for some reason...Not that she was gonna complain...She was loving it really. As much as she loved those around her...She did like time to herself. But when she heard the loud banging she couldn't help but jump...And wonder...Were there people under their stairs?! She almost grabbed her cell and called Barbie to tell her about it...But the queen was out with Amity...So she would put it off...Knox or Milo would be home soon....So if it was bad...They would save her.

Wham Wham Wham.

"Jesus"

Following the sounds she would see it led to the basement where Ghost and Jessie had stayed while with them...Even if Karma did believe that the closet was a better place...At least for her to hide. The bowl of cherros still in hand she went down the stairs dropping bits of milk and cherros on her way down.

"Hel...Hello...?"

Karma had believed there was a monster in the basement a good part of the month...But never had she head it so clearly. But smelling the air...It smelled of rat..And fresh blood...It was a unknown rat at that..Which sent off red signs to run...But damn Karma if she keep going down till she reached the metal door.

Tap.tap, tap.

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Black Diamond · secrets in a small package

Eliza had been on the hunt for something special for her new found best friend and she had FINALLY found it! Walking through the house with a medium sized pink box with a large purple ribbon on it, she started to call out for her "Kaaaaaaaarma" She heard her calling out hello and her head canted to the side. Who was she talking to? Karma had told 'Liza about her fear of the "monster in the basement", but honestly he thought that the girl was just being silly. She followed the sound of Karma's voice until she found her standing there by the large door as if she were waiting for something..or someone. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously, moving to stand behind her. The present still in hand. Her nose twitching slightly as she smelled the fresh blood on the air. What was that? Maybe there was a monster in the basement? Fingertips moved quickly to push through her hair "C...come on. I got you a present...We can go watch a movie or something if you wanna...let's just go" She tugged her new friend's arm, trying to get her to come along with her.

-- Edited by Black Diamond on Tuesday 23rd of June 2009 11:10:41 PM

karma · Naked Rat

Call it to many hours of watching really aweful horror movies and eating three day old pizza....Or maybe it was that her nerves were already on edge with the smell of blood so close and she was barely able to keep complete control of herself..But the moment she heard her name called..Followed by the sound of foot steps that bowl of cerros went flying up in its oaty and milky goodness.

What didnt land on Karma would crash to the floor some going under the door where the "monster" lived. The naked rat within would hiss..Not at the swan...But in general..It was a damn skittish thing. Didnt help that the woman that housed it was a meek and skittish creature before being infected.

"LIZA! You scared me!!!!"

Karma would manage to get out between gasps.Onyx hues looking up at her friend as she wrapped her arms around her crushing the present between them.

"But...But Somethings in there..Hurt...I can feel it....And its..."

She would frown a moment...Before taking a deep breath and stepping away from Eliza so that she could lay on the floor and peek under the door see if she could see this monster.

Black Diamond · secrets in a small package

The yell and the sudden crushing hug scared the poor swanmane. With wide eyes, she stared at her friend.

"I...I'm sorry..I didn't mean to....What...what are you doing?"

Head canted to the side causing platinum blonde hair to tumble to the side. She too had smelled the blood, but she really didn't think that she could just go and investigate the source. That really was not Eliza's style. She preferred the...just let it be so it doesn't eat you method. That seemed to work well for her thus far so when Karma lay down on the floor to peek under the door, she just gave her an odd look. Shifting the present to one arm, she watched her curiously.

"I don't know what it is....but what if it's something that could hurt us...Did you try the door? If it's locked, then we probably aren't suppose to mess with what ever it is..."

Her mind began to wander on what could possibly be down there. There were so many different scents. Blood, a hint of mold, dampness, and a few others that she couldn't quite figure out.

"Maybe we should go ask Barbie..."

Malice · Mischief Malice

"Shit..."

He'd woken up with one hell of a headache there at the bottom of the stairs and once again, his body managed to skew itself in such a strange angle that it amazed him. Apparently he was even more flexible than he'd thought. Interesting. Sighing, he raked a hand through his sticky black locks that had clumped together from filth and sweat. Not bathing had taken it's toll and as he tore through a tangle of silk, he let loose with a low sigh.

"I guess I won't be gettin' out of here any time soon..."

He had begun to resign himself to the fate that had been dealt to him and as he curled himself, once again, into a fetal position, he let his eyes drift to a close as the sweet embrace of sleep finally won over the sadistic little rat. Comfortable there on the cool floor, he let her have her way with him... raping him into unconciousness where he dreamt of bloody and gory little things.

Hours passed as he twitched in the gentle arms of exhaustion and it wasn't until he heard the quiet tapping on the heavy door, that he managed to draw himself out of his slumber. Groaning as he stretched sinuously, he lifted his head and stared at the door with his brows arched higly on his forehead. Surely he was hearing things? Brows dipped downward in a furious "v" as he listened intently, hoping against hope that that wonderful sound would perforate his senses a second time.

Nothing.

"Ah well..." He whispered hoarsely as he dropped his head back to his arm and urged sleep to overtake him again. However, just as that numb feeling flooded his brain, a feminine voice sounded from the other side of the door. Bolting upright, he cleared the steps in bounds and hops. Stopping with his hands placed on either side of the entrance, he pressed his forehead against the blood streaked surface, wincing at the pressure he applied to the horrific gash.

There was someone there!

He grinned as he listened to the two females and managed to surpress a laugh that crept up his throat. He could smell their fear like a sweet sweet flower that caused him to shiver. Licking his parched lips, he broke in with his seductive baritone.

"I won't hurt you... I might be th' boogeyman, but trust me... I'm hungry more than pissed."

Black Diamond · secrets in a small package

Eliza had finally managed to pull Karma off of the floor, convincing her at least for now to let it be.

I got you a present..wanna see?

The pretty box was held out toward her friend as she smiled brightly. Soft blue hues shifting toward the large door where the "monster" lived. It was then that she heard the voice. Eyes grew wide as her head snapped around toward the door and then back toward Karma.

D...did..did you hear that?

She squeaked, wrapping her arms tightly about her friend's arm. Biting at her lower lip nervously, she looked back at the door. What...or who was that? She wasn't going crazy, right? There had been a voice...she had heard it. She sniffed the air once more trying to figure out what was down there. It had said that it was hungry, which usually meant bad things for her. Being a swanmane and all, she was at the bottom of the food chain.

What should we do? What if it's a vampire? Or something else that wants to eat us?

Of course she had to question this herself. Would Milo or Barbie honestly allow something into the house that could cause the members of the household harm? Somehow she didn't think so....but that didn't help calm her trembling hands.

Who's down there? a...and why are you down there?

She called down the stairs, leaning her ear against the door.

-- Edited by Black Diamond on Saturday 27th of June 2009 11:53:12 PM

karma · Naked Rat

Between the physical pulling from Liza and the feel of her fear Karma gave in. Slowly getting up. Letting that naked rat within curl around the fluffy white swan. They had known each other for such a short time...But If Karma had learned anything in the past few years...Things come and go so fast that you should enjoy them while you can.

A smile moved over her lips as she looked down at the present..Leaning into Liza .But even as Karma tried to give her full attention to her friend...She could feel the pull the need to care for something that was hurting. It was one like her. A rat. She knew if Milo had him in here...That something was up...But he was hurting...And with her years spent fighting for the rights of Lycanthrope's and her training as healer she was receiving from the witches...A frown moved over her lips when the thought of them came. One day she would return to that hell and put flowers on their prison.

"Sure Lets go...There's....."

She was gonna say nothing down there..Then she heard the voice.Which made her cling to the swan mane even more..Sure Karma could be brave...As long as the big bad's and alphas were asleep. But the moment they woke up it put her in a new place.Bitting her lip she was quickly regretting coming down here.

"I don't know...No if vampires ardent that bad...Not the ones who come here.....They are kind cu...No if that was what's in there ..It wouldn't be here Master Marcus would have them..."

No Karma could feel it was a rat....But that's about all...Scooting closer to the door she would press her ear against it...Nothing could get out of that room...Unless let out..That much she knew...I'm not gonna hurt yo.. Oh that's refreshing.. I am the boogeyman///FUCKING GRRAT! The beast within hissed curling its self more protectively around the white swan.

" I...I cant let you out. My king wouldn't be happy if I did"

He's hungry...She could hear the weakness of his voice..But felt even threw the door he was much more powerful then she..Or at least more dominate then she would ever be.Long fingers brushed over the door. Looking to Liza

"Maybe we should shove some food under the door! i think there's some bacon and steak in the fridge."

Amity de Ville · Meek Mouse

Dressed in virginal white Amity stood staring at her own reflection in her bedroom mirror. The sun dress was cute enough with flowers that started at the bottom of the dress and in a zigzag pattern they curled up. It looked like a set of vines that threaten to entrap the girl in their thorny clutches. It was not something the blonde girl would wear on a every day basis and it definitely didn't match her usual attire but the blue eyed wonder was up for trying anything new that would help in disguising her. The bath had helped to wash the black streaks from her hair placing the soft silk back to it's original white. A angel Amity may look but far from it she actually was. A girl with secrets and a life left behind that she'd rather not come to light.

Eyes were wide and a bit to big for her face. Pale skin was annoying and try as she may it never seemed to want to tan. The color of her eyes she did not allow to go back to their true green taking to the habit of using contact to differ ate their true color. From school girl, to goth, to angel she was a constant transformation on to herself. Hair was pulled back in matching pig tails and not a stitch of make up marred her pretty face. Turning Amity looked to the bags of clothes now piled high on her bed. Barbie had taken her and Eliza out for some girl time. A shame that Karma hadn't joined them since Amity was the chance to get to know her better but she was confident there would be other times for them to become acquainted.

A family at long last!. It was such a delight that she nearly squealed in exuberance though her excitement got interrupted when something dark curled up her spine. Uncertainty had Amity drawling toward her closet where she retrieved a base ball bat. Not like it would do the young woman any good if she came face to face with another of her kind, more like a certain maniac night mare. Human she had once been so despite her current state of naivety she could not thoroughly shake old human habits. Tiny bare feet made mince meat of the floor as she scurried along it then down the stairs she ventured. Stopping when she saw Eliza slipping down in to the dark basement. Her voice had failed her when she tried to speak out the swan mane's name. The fright had already began to over take her senses causing her to stutter and it had became what seemed a chore to say the basic of words.

The rat leaped in her nearly doing summer sault in it's frenzy attempt to instill the need to run in it's human host. "I must be some kind of special stupid to go in there". Shaking her head she turned to leave but a scent she hadn't smelled in some time crept up to blow beneath her nostrils. Impossible!. Amity knew that scent but there was no way the beast behind it's smell could be living in their basement. Knees suddenly became shaky and with a courage she thought she lacked she pushed in and down the stairs she began. By now she was half way down and could see Karma on the floor trying to peek under the stairs. The swan man Eliza had her ear pressed to the door. Then satan spoke out-

"I won't hurt you... I might be th' boogeyman, but trust me... I'm hungry more than pissed."

Her heart caught in her throat and the bat slipped from her hand to clatter down along the stairs not stopping in it's roll until it met with the back of Karma's heels. "Mmm mmm mmall".. Words died on her and then she screamed.

-- Edited by Amity de Ville on Monday 29th of June 2009 12:06:31 PM

Malice · Mischief Malice

And there it was again.

The mere mention of the bastard that threw him down in his little dungeon caused a low rolling growl to slide past cracked and aching lips. He'd spent enough time in this fuckin' hell-hole to last a lifetime and just where was the little prick? Probably off mating with the female he'd scented whenever they first met. Yeah. He exhaled slowly and counted to ten. He couldn't risk getting angry and scaring off his one chance of freedom. Of course, that was like askin' water to not be wet.

"This king of yours managed to toss me down here and forgot about me..."

He did his best to sound pathetic, even though it shot one more bullet through his already wounded pride. His voice lowered an octave and shook with practiced ease as he leaned even closer to the door, his nostrils flaring as he took in two distinctly different scents. One. A female rat and by the way the sounds moved on the other side of the door, she'd dropped to the floor to get a peek-a-boo underneath. Two. Something he couldn't identify, but was definitely female and scared out of her mind. Malice chuckled and tapped at the door with a curled middle knuckle.

"...if you let me out, I promise to play nice." And not cut you into tiny little pieces right away.

He grinned at the thought and rubbed his cheek against the cool steel as the toe of his scuffed boot raked along the door's bottom edge. He could hear them backing off and muttering about gifts and pilfered foodstuffs. G'damn it! He wanted out! Food was only going to make his imprisonment worse and as they spoke among themselves, dark ebony pools slipped to a close. Fingers strummed lightly along the door's frame as he waited for them to come to a decision that wasn't likely to benefit him in the least. Imagine that.

Then, she made an appearance.

Her scent hit him full on like a runaway train and he took a staggering step back away from the door, his breath catching in his throat. Gagging, he hacked until his throat felt like so much hamburger as he stared violence toward the door. His heated gaze, however, was no match for the firey rage that was ignited deep inside of the maniacal rat. Upper lip pulled back in a sneer as he felt the first twinges of a shift. He laughed.

She was here! After all the time he'd spent searching and... well, killing all of her friends, the fates had actually dealt him a pretty good hand. She was here... In this house! Snarling quietly, he crept to the door as the bones of his fingers popped and snapped as they lengthened and readjusted themselves into much longer versions of themselves. Fingernails that had freshly grown back, splintered in a soft burst of crimson rain as razor sharp claws the color of night sprouted from the gleaming meat, curving downward in a deadly arch.

He reached out and placed his hands flat against the cold metal of the door and tapped his claws against it's surface.

Tap. Tappity. Tap. Tap. Scrrreeeeccchhhh!

He drug those vicious weapons roughly down the metallic, leaving deep grooves where they went and sending curling remnants out and away from the slashes to patter at the floor near his feet. Grinning with needle-like teeth, he leaned his head against the door and inhaled deeply as he heard her voice stammer from where she was standing.

"I can smell you, my little toy... Why don't you come closer so I can taste your fear on the back of my tongue?"

With that, he threw his head back in a keening laugh. Amity was here and his search was over.

Let the endgame begin!

Black Diamond · secrets in a small package

Liza had just started to convince herself that maybe Karma was right. At least if they fed the man downstairs, they could feel a bit better. Sliding some food beneath the door wouldn't hurt anything, right? Why had Milo put the man down there in the first place? She had not yet met the rat king so she really didn't know anything about his personality. Perhaps the man had done nothing wrong, but Milo was just some sort of sadist? OOOOR maybe the man had done nothing more than look at the king in a way that had angered him. Who knew? Not the girls, that much was for sure. The delicate swan within curled her head to tuck it beneath her wing, hiding from what ever was down there. Something was wrong...very wrong...but like Karma, Liza was struggling with her kind human nature. It was then that the newest rat of the household walked up to investigate. Eliza looked toward her though she kept her ear to the door.

There's someone down there.....he said that he's hungry...what should we do?

She pushed away from the door when she saw the look on Amity's face.

Amity...wha....

She had just been about to ask her what was wrong when the woman took off screaming like a banshee. The swan within began flapping her wings and honking loudly trying to get Eliza to grab Karma and run, but Eliza was frozen where she stood. Soft blue hues wide with shock. What was going on? She looked to Karma and then snapped her head back toward the door as she heard the evil voice coming from down the stairs. If it was possible, her eyes grew wider. Her heart fluttering at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. She squeaked, quickly snatching Karma's hand as she heard the sudden ear piercing sound of nails raking across the cold metal door. There was no doubt in her mind now. What was behind that door was evil. Something very dark and scary.

K...k...karma

She squeaked as that dark voice came from behind the door once again. His words made her start to tremble.

W..we have to go!

Grabbing Karma's hand, she drug her away from the door snagging the present back off of the floor. They were going to find Barbie..or Milo...or Knox..or someone!

Baaaarrrrrrrrrrbie!!!!!!!

BiteVsBark · The Rat King

-Milo reentered the house to find total chaos erupting. Which was a fact that only made his smile grow broader. Chaos was a natural thing for him. Barbie's name was being screamed by someone that he didn't know and Karma and a blonde rat were tangled up, and all the action was going on near the door to the basement. Coincidence? Think not.-

"QUIET!!!"

-His voice was rough as gravel as he gave a guttural shout that would make the girls shut up out of sheer shock. All eyes turned to the Rat King. Standing covered in axel grease at six foot eight and shirtless he was quite a sight to be seen. Well, if you were into tattoo covered snarling men with the body of a rock star that had seen too many years of heroin abuse.-

-Moving towards Karma he stopped beside the young girl who had been screaming his wifes name. Nodding his head towards the stairs so she would know where Barb was and could run along and get her. Then he kept going towards Karma and the other female rat. A hand lifted to rub at Karma's shiny red hair, tossing it roughly, a bit too roughly. For Milo comfort and bullying often went hand in hand.-

-Lime green eyes shifted to the door of the basement where he could hear the sound of the mans ramblings. That sound only made him chuckle. Looked like he wasn't dead yet. Had to be close though after so long without food and water. Good thing Loke had called and reminded him about the man. Sometimes Milo just got a bit absentminded, or you could call it sociopathic narcissism. Once his interest turned he lost all interest in others.-

"All I asked for was your name douchebag. Now unless you have one to give me you can just shut the fuck up in there."

-The words were shouted at the door with that deep rumbling chuckle. If the guy wanted to die instead of following Milo's directions then Milo would and could let him die. Simple as that. And it was Milo's right as King to let that happen. So ignoring the futiley disobedient man he let his bright green eyes look at Karma and her friend.-

"Who's this then?"

WereRat Barbie · Rat Queen

Milo's loud booming voice shook the woman's core. He seemed not very happy. Pulling the ear plugs from her ears. Barbie set the music player aside. Billy Blanks voice came through instantly. Barbie turned off the tv with a press of a button. The Taebo training exercise lesson dying away. Sneaker feet raced down the stairs. Large breasts bouncing within the tight spandex sports bra. Legs were firmly held in a pair of tight sport shorts in pink. An arm wrapped around Eliza when the young swan was coming closer to get her at the top of the stairs.

"What is going on?"

Barbie asked, looking to Eliza. A small frown touched the edges of her lips. She could hear Milo talking to Malice though the door telling him to shut up if he wasn't going to give up his name. Moving quickly to her husband's side. Her hand reaching out to take his grease covered one. One look over his body and Barbie nearly forgot what had been going on a second ago. Smears of axle grease, shirtless with his tattooed body all exposed. He was the only man that could make her forget herself. A small barely heard sigh parted her lips.

"This is Amity. She came into the hookah scared out of her wits. I brought her home."

Barbie wanted to properly introduce Amity to Milo. Seemed that wasn't going to happen now.

Amity de Ville · Meek Mouse

Frozen to her spot on the stairs the young blonde had been until Eliza screamed out Barbie's name. Then all chaos erupted and she was somehow rushed up the stairs. Wide eyed and breathless she stood at Karma's side those huge eyes of hers focused on the door once it was closed and just when she thought all was well a loud voice boomed from the hall way one that caused Amity to squeak out, her arms shooting out to wrap firmly around the waist of Karma. Face was buried into the woman's back and quiet she was as if her mere silence could hide her from the power descending toward them.

She didn't dare peek up until she heard the male tell Eliza where Barbie was and that alone, the name of the familiar blonde savior granted Amity the courage she needed to stare over at the man who could only be Milo. They matched well she thought to herself as she looked the rat king over. Milo was like the Fred to Barbie's Wilma. But even so Fred and Wilma held nothing over this dynamic duo. Yes Milo and Barbie had their own special category all to their selves. They were a sight to behold. Amity blinked when Milo yelled down at the malice that was !Malice! locked away in the basement. Seemed they did not know his name?. Her mouth parted in a soft invitation and just as she thought of speaking out the tainted one's name Milo turned toward them.

She stepped back from Karma her hands nervously folding in front of her.Long lashes lowered to conceal the faded blue green that was hidden there. Milo then wanted her name and those lips of Amity's parted to reply but was stalled when Barbie entered like a wind of saving grace. Quiet she became and remained while Barbie introduced her. A few worried looks at the door could not be stopped, hands curled inwards causing nails to penetrate the creamy white of her skin.

Malice · Mischief Malice

The trio of fear tainted scents played havoc with the slight control he had over that large black rat that so very much wanted to come out and play. Teeth ground against themselves as he leaned forward and pressed his cheek to the cold metallic, his breath rapid. Amity was just outside the door... Close enough that he could smell that sickeningly sweet perfume that lightly touched her skin. Once, he'd watched her with heated intrest as she applied it to that delectable body and now... his intrest in that body was something different entirely.

Closing his eyes, he leashed the beast inside and dug those vicious razors into the furrowed steel once again as the pain of an immanent shift began to fade. Brows dipped and sweat beaded his forehead from the effort. If he'd have been stronger, this wouldn't have hurt so damn bad, but alas... Milo had thrown him down here to starve to death and dammit... it was working.

Tongue slithered along parched lips as he steadied himself and began to back away from the door to find solace in the comforting shadows that played around the cold basement. There was nothing he could do about Amity being there. Even though he wished he could just.. bust through the door and tear her to pieces for what she did to him, he knew that it was re-inforced. After all, this wasn't the first time he'd seen a Rodere house with holding cells for freaked lycanthropes. Sighing softly, he took two steps back and turned just as Milo's voice thundered through the panicked voices... and his brain.

"Now he shows up..."

Rolling his eyes, Malice turned back to the door as the command pushed against him, willing him to quiet down. Him? He hadn't said hardly anything! It was the little toys outside who were making all the fucking noise! Upper lip pulled into a sneer as he thought about giving him shit again, but realization struck him dead in the face. If he told Milo his name, then he'd be free to have his way with Amity! He grinned and stepped forward, his body shivering at the thought. Excited? Him? Naw.

"Malice... The name's Malice... Let me out, King and we can get on with our day to days, eh?"

karma · Naked Rat

Amity's arrival would start a gaint ball of chaos. And here Karma had almost convinced herself that she was in control of this whole situation.Black hues would move back and forth between her scared friend and the screaming blond...Then to the door where the rat/man/monster began to freak out even more...Fuckkkkiiinnngg great. A frown would move over those pale pink lips...Her arm curling protectively around Liza.

Once again she found herself wishing she woulda just stuck with the movies that was still running in the living room.

"Am....Calm down...Who is Ma..."

She would wrinkle her nose....Who the hell would give their kid a name like Malice?Or was it some kind of nickname given by a bad sense of humor? She didnt know.

"Whoever that is behind that door. Whatever he..she ...It is...Cant get to us"

Did Karma believe that? No...But she was sure trying to make herself sound as convincing as possiable...With Liza and Amity shaking like leaves freaking out...Karma found herself forcing a brave act...When normally she would be screaming and locking herself in the nearest closet....Or hiding in the knox mobile.Or somewhere that was safe.Letting that hairless beast move to curl around the other femme rat she found herself breathing a sigh of relief when the loud booming voice of her king came.

And the moment he hit the bottom step...She had to curb herself some not to jump on him curling herself around his lanky body. Normally he scared her...But at the moment he was her hero.Something that resembled a cats purr rumbled in her throat when he messed up her hair...Funny how being roughed up had become...A good thing for Karma when two years ago she would dodge Milo.

"This is Liz....And..Am"

Was about all she could get out before Barbie came rushing in and telling who was who.So those dark eyes would move back to the door. She knew it was hungery...But was she about to ask about letting it out after the way Amity freaked out?

Chewing on her lip she watched and waited

BiteVsBark · The Rat King

-All the rushing around and sqeeling from the girls was giving him one fuckarow of a headache. A big part of him wanted to throw bouncy booby Barbie over his shoulder like a savage and carry her up to bed so he could bury his head in her jiggly bits for the duration of the drama. But that was a dream from the past. Receiving the names of the new girls he looked them over. The swan, was a problem. That chick just reeked of food.-

"Barbie. Why don't you take the girls in the kitchen and make a call to Marcus to try and get in touch with that Bastard guy."

-Sure the Swan King in the U.S. was named Bastian but it sounded a hellovalot like Bastard so that was the name that stuck in Milo's memory.-

"See whats what from him about Liz here. And Amity." -Milos lime green eyes gave the submissive blonde a once over that lingered in the more tender areas.- "You and me got a date in the near future."

-Coming out of Milos thin sneering lips it sounded like he was going to kill her or maybe ravage her but really he just meant they were going to talk. If she was staying after this free for fuckin all. From behind the door he heard Malice's needling voice and it made his sneer turn into a huge grin. Oh yea, this boy was going to need a rail to ride right out of town if some sense couldn't be talked into him.-

"KNOX!!!!"

-Milo put some oomph behind the shout up the stairs to his second in command and would soon hear the thudding of running steps coming down the stairs. Tatted up fingers pulled the locks on the door aside and then he opened that gateway into a dungeon of a basement that by now reeked of Malice's piss and fuck all else. Before Malice's emaciated body could bolt out of the basement door Milo grabbed him with one of those big meathook hands right on the back of the neck. Holding him firm he started steering him towards the front door.-

"You, me, and Knox here are gonna go down to the Hookah. We're gonna get nice and liquored up. Grab a bite to eat. And see if you got a thought worth saving in that skull of yours. If you do maybe we'll be fucked up and fancy free by the end of the night. If not, maybe we'll have to dump your piss poor excuse for a body outside of town."

-That hand on the back of Malice's neck tightened and towing him along Milo led the way out the front door and to his car. Whatever happened from here the girls could at least stop their hollering.-